Short Prose
Pierced
She couldnt believe it! She was finally going to do it. She had been talking about doing it for 2 years now, but it never seemed right. She had never really felt ready. But it seemed only appropriate to mark the year of so many remarkable changes with something as daring, incongruous (incongruous only to those who didnt see past her innocent facade), and almost wicked…
“Thatll be $69.95,” said the red haired punk behind the counter.
The gravely sound of the guys voice yanked Cynthia back to reality. Blinking a few times she smiled sheepishly. “Do you take American Express?”
“No babe, just cash.”
“Ok” Silently she opened up her day planner and pulled out the right amount of money. The punk just stared at her. He was surprised that someone like this girl would be in here- she just didnt seem the type. It was obvious that she was nervous, but that was normal. The punk thought about offering her words of comfort, but then just shrugged. Anything he said would just sound lame anyway.
“Yo Theresa!” the punk bellowed.
Cynthia gave a little start. She was scared. She couldnt believe she was going to go through with this! Her eyes flitted to the front door. She could just leave. Ask for her money back and run. Fuck it! She could just run! Shaking her head she took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and attempted to slow down her pounding heart. “I am doing this!” she thought. “I am NOT scared!” giving a soft snort, “Yeah right! Youre fucking quaking… but that has never stopped me before.” A door behind the punk opened and a tall blonde chick walked out. Cynthia found herself hypnotized. She couldnt stop staring. The woman was beautiful! She had short-cropped blonde hair, curves Cynthia would have killed for, and the longest, sexiest legs she had ever seen. But it wasnt any of that that kept her staring. No, it was the amount of piercing she had. Her body was littered with balls, bars, bells, and hoops. It was terrifying. It was fascinating. “Hey Peter. You called?”
“Yeah Treat, this chick is getting her hood pierced.”
Theresa looked over at Cynthia and smiled. “Cooooool.” Motioning for her to follow Theresa walked through a door in the back of the shop. Cynthia barely noticed her surroundings. All she saw was the hospital table and the row of bright shiny hooks and needles that resided next to the paper wrapped bed.
“Hey, its going to be ok.” Said Theresa as she led Cynthia to the bed. “I need you to take off your pants and lie down on the table. This will be really quick. Ive done millions of these.”
Trying to act nonchalant Cynthia pulled down her pants and underwear. She threw them in a corner, and hopped up on the bed.
“Ok lie down with your legs straight and pull back your lips so I can have a look” Theresa said over her shoulder as she washed and dried her hands. Cynthia did as she was commanded. She felt really silly. Here she was lying half-naked and holding her privates open for all to see. And yet there was something exciting about it. It was a completely new sensation to feel the cool air-conditioned air flowing over her exposed flesh. As she concentrated more on the feeling she closed her eyes. This was so scary, so exciting! She felt like a deviant when she thought about what she was about to have done and a slow smile spread across her face.
Cynthias eyes flew open as she felt cold steel touch her most intimate area to see Theresa wielding a pair of scissors. As if knowing exactly what had been running through Cynthias mind Theresa smiled.
“I need to trim the hair a bit. Youre not very hairy at all, but its just a precaution so I dont _ OH MY GOD!” Eyes wide, scissors dangling from her fingertips, Theresa stared. “Oh my GOD your clit is HUGE!”
Blushing Cynthia tried to stop her racing heart, “yeah I know,” she replied. “Ive had a few people tell me that.”
“God, youre a lucky girl!” Theresa looked at Cynthia with a new respect. “You would never guess,” she said in an amazed voice.
Cynthia gave a long, slow, mischievous smile that unbalanced Theresa for a moment, “I know. Thats what I like most about myself. People dont see me coming.”
“You know you really shouldnt get a hoop with a gift like that. It would be a waste. You need a bar with pleasure balls.”
“Really? Is it the same price?”
“No, its $43 more.”
“Oh.” Cynthia sighed, “I cant afford that.”
Theresa was still staring at Cynthia, but a frown had replaced her expression of wonder. “Fuck it!” Theresa said. “I cant let you waste that! Hold on.” Theresa hurried out and came back in brandishing a bar with two steel balls on the end. “Trust me honey you will appreciate this later.”
“But I cant afford…” “Hey this is on me. Like I said it would be a travesty to give you a hoop.”
During this whole process Cynthias hands had begun to ache from holding them so still in one position.
“Can I rest my hands for a second?” Theresa finished fiddling with the tools on the table and pulled up a rolling chair to sit on.
“Sure. Here let me.” As Cynthia gratefully removed her hands Theresas took their place. Cynthia tensed up. “You dont mind do you?” Theresa asked.
“Uh, n-no” Cynthia stammered.
“Good. Now what Im going to do is mark the place where the needle needs to go through, but to do that I need to make sure its going to touch your clit so we need to get it to come out of hiding. So just relax.”
Theresa pulled out a black pen and leaned forward to get a better look. Then she placed her fingertip on Cynthias clit and started to slowly rock her hand back and forth. “So you have a boyfriend?” She asked.
“Umm yeah sort of.” Cynthia replied in a breathless voice as Theresas nimble fingers moved to the underside of her clit. Theresa paused for a moment and all Cynthia could think about was how this was strictly clinical, but that she didnt want her to stop. She opened eyes that she hadnt even realized were closed only to meet Theresas hungry gaze. They were both completely silent, not a word was exchanged, and yet as Cynthia closed her eyes again she knew that she had just agreed to something as deviant as the piercing itself.
With an eager hand Theresa once again parted Cynthias lips and gently blew on her exposed womanhood. Then she dipped her finger into Cynthias wetness and began to salve the little nubbin with her own juices. With a firm wrist, but a light stroke she began to lightly caress the sides one at a time. First the left and then the right. Alternating back and forth. Then pushing down on the exposed pink top and rotating it in small slow circles. Theresa avidly watched the small bud as it pushed its way out from underneath its dark, wet cover. She licked her lips wanting to taste it. Feel its silky texture against her tongue. Suckle and nibble its delectable fleshiness, but she knew she couldnt. She would just have to be satisfied with the pulsating heat and slick wetness that beckoned to her fingers and hand.
Cynthia let a moan at the cold tingling sensations that were coursing through her body. She was trying to remain still since the table was so narrow, but her body involuntarily jerked when she felt a finger enter her hot pulsing hole and begin stroking the sensitive patch of flesh right at the top of her channel while the other hand continued its stroking and circling. Cynthia could smell her own desire. She could feel herself getting ready to climax. She could feel her own wetness oozing out of her, and her clit was a velvety erect center of pleasure for her to focus on. Just as she was about to cum Theresa pulled her finger out, and increased the pressure on Cynthias clit. The switch in sensation threw Cynthia off balance for a moment, but then she felt her insides begin to tense up once more. It was too much. Too much! She tossed her head back and forth on the bed. She vaguely heard the sound of tearing plastic and the chink of metal, but she was too lost to care. She was reaching towards ecstasy. Climbing higher and higher. Then Cynthia eyes flew open and she screamed out her pleasure and pain as waves of sensation washed over her. She felt the needle go in. She felt the cold steel as it pierced her body, but the pain only intensified her orgasm.
“Dont move. I need to put the bar in. Dont move!”
Cynthia couldnt move if she wanted to. Her body was liquid lava. A ball of glowing heat and a jittery mesh of flesh. Small convulsions still rippled through her insides and she let out a small whimper when she felt Theresas deft fingers touch her again. But that sensation was quickly replaced by the feel of the needle sliding out and the bar taking its place.
“Ok almost done. Im just going to put on the balls and clean you up a bit.” Theresa carefully twisted the two balls onto either side of the barbell. She smiled softly at the small erotic sighs and moans that still escaped her clients reluctant lips. She went over to the sink, washed her hands, and picked up a bottle of alcohol, a tube of Neosporin, and a few cotton swabs.
“This is going to sting a little.” Carefully Theresa cleaned the blood and secretions off of Cynthias now pierced clit. “Youre going to love this.” Theresa said as she admired her handy work.
“I already do” Cynthia said with a half smile. “…I already do.” Theresa and Cynthia looked at each other and started to laugh.
“Yeah?” Theresa queried in an unsure voice.
“Ohhhhhh yeah.” Cynthia replied with a forceful nod of her head.
“Good.” Theresa said the word quietly- almost reverently. Then she did something that even surprised herself. She leaned down and lightly kissed Cynthias clit. “I enjoyed myself too.”