Vape Shop Vixen | NEON LIT

Vape shops all looked the same—display cases full of mysterious liquids, the persistent smell of artificial fruit, and someone behind the counter who knew way more about ohms than anyone should.

Cloud Nine was different because of Mia.

Small thing with neon green hair, face full of piercings, tattoos covering every visible inch. She dressed like a Hot Topic exploded on her and somehow made it work.

"What you after?" she asked, barely looking up from her phone.

"Coils. The ones for the Smok."

"Which Smok?"

"The... blue one?"

She sighed—the sigh of someone who dealt with idiots all day—and finally looked at me.

Something shifted. Her eyes—green, to match the hair—scanned me head to toe.

"You're new," she observed.

"Just moved to the estate. This is the closest vape shop."

"Lucky you." She put down her phone. "Show me your device."

I handed it over. She examined it with the focus of a surgeon.

"Nord 4. Decent." She reached into a drawer, pulled out a pack of coils. "These'll work. Anything else?"

"Juice?"

"What flavors you like?"

"Surprise me."

Her smile was sharp. "Dangerous words."

She assembled a selection—fruits I couldn't pronounce, desserts that probably shouldn't be vaped—and rang me up.

"That's twelve quid. Unless..."

"Unless?"

"You want to try them first." She gestured to a door in the back. "Tasting room. For serious customers."

"Am I serious?"

"You tell me."

The tasting room was less impressive than it sounded—a back room with a sofa, some spare stock, and a fan that did nothing about the cloud of vapor perpetually hanging in the air.

Mia closed the door behind us.

"Right then. Let's see what you like."

She dripped juice onto my coil, handed it back. I took a drag—something tropical, not bad.

"Good?"

"Good."

"This one?" Another flavor—berries, maybe.

"Better."

"And this?"

Something sweet. Familiar. I realized too late it was her own device, her mouth on the other end a moment ago.

"Indirect kiss," she said, grinning at my expression. "Don't be a prude."

"I'm not—"

She kissed me properly. Tasting of strawberry and something darker. Her tongue had a piercing that clicked against my teeth.

"Been wanting to do that since you walked in," she admitted. "Something about you. Can't explain it."

"Must be my charm."

"Must be." She was already pulling off her top—underneath, a bralette covered in skulls. "Want to see what else I've got pierced?"

"Absolutely."

She had a lot pierced. Nipples, belly button, places I discovered as clothes came off. Each one a new surprise.

"Like them?"

"Love them."

I worked my way down, tonguing each piercing as I went. She gasped, squirmed, her green hair spread across the sofa cushions.

"Fuck—you're thorough—"

"I try."

When I reached the piercing between her legs—that one was new to me—she nearly came off the sofa.

"Holy shit—"

I worked around it, tonguing her while she grabbed my hair and made sounds that definitely reached the shop floor.

"Gonna come—already—don't stop—"

She came with a scream, her whole body tensing. Before she'd recovered, she was pulling me up.

"Inside. Now."

"Condom?"

"Counter drawer. We sell them."

I found one, rolled it on while she positioned herself. All that hardware didn't slow her down—she sank onto me with a gasp of relief.

"Yes—fuck—been needing this—"

She rode me on the vape shop sofa, clouds of vapor still hanging in the air. Her piercings caught the light, her tattoos moved with her muscles.

"Harder—come on—"

I grabbed her hips, thrust up. She threw her head back, moaned.

"Close—touch me—"

I found her clit—pierced too—and rubbed carefully. She came with a shudder, clenching around me.

"Inside—do it—"

I came hard, pulling her down, feeling her shake through it.

We lay there in the cloud, catching our breath.

"Well," she said eventually, "that's one way to keep customers coming back."

"Very effective marketing."

"I know." She kissed me. "Same time next week? I'll have new flavors in."

"Wouldn't miss it."

I became Cloud Nine's most loyal customer. Always needed coils, apparently.

The tasting room was always available.