Bondage and whips

Third person's POV

Bondage and whips

"Ash, thank goodness you are here. I was just about calling." The stout woman who happened to be her boss voiced, stopping her in her track as she pulled her to the side. Her slender fingers felt cold against Ash's warm, pale skin.

The hallway was unusually empty but Ash ignored it, focusing on the agitated lady with her blond hair tied in a ponytail on her head. Her nose had just one piercing with a ring hanging from it, a contrast to her ears which were covered in inks and holes. Her lips had lost their pinky color and were just unpleasant to look at. Her arm inks were slowly fading but something told Ash she was going to get a fresh job done, if not even more. Not to be the one spreading rumors but she had ink on her pussy and a piercing.

Ash was known for being wild but even she didn't dare to go pierce her clit. She had a high tolerance for pain and it looked like fun, to have a warm tongue roll up the cold ring, play with it and even tug soft