Hi All!
This little vignette came about due to a conversation I had with Pam yesterday. I was commenting on how much I liked the piercing parlor idea, when this scenario flitted through my head. I decided to send it to this list because of the subject matter, not due to any sex or bad language. (although bad language does make a brief appearance) So without further ado--
A Piercing Tale
I was wandering through the party, pleasantly buzzed, looking for
some trouble to get into, when I passed the piercing parlor. There was a
sign outside that listed all the places EDM had pierced people that evening.
I
quickly read it. Ears, eyebrow, tongue, lip, navel, nose, nipples. I wondered
who had gotten the last one.
Peering inside I could see EDM leaning over a thrashing figure, while Pam and a few others held him down. Suddenly EDM's hand gave a quick thrust, and a hideous howl erupted from the struggling figure followed by a string of foul language. The women backed off, revealing Kenny, now sporting numerous nasal piercings, and what looked to be a fresh one through his lower lip. It was a big hoop, like the ones seen in bulls' noses. Pam grabbed the ring and pulled, eliciting another scream of anguish from the little punk. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Kenny nearly smashed into me as he was propelled out of the room, followed by the raucous laughter of those inside.
I stepped inside warily.
"Hey, Jane. Come on in," Pam called. "You're not thinking of getting something pierced, are you?"
"Well. . .maybe."
"Cool! Just hop up on the table. I'll give you some of that ointment you helped cook up to relax the piercees, and we'll get going. What do you want done? Extra holes in the ears? Nose? Eyebrow, maybe?"
I resisted Pam's tugging on my arm. "No, no. None of those." I looked down in embarrassment. "Ummmm. . .I know you guys are having fun here, but I was kinda hoping that maybe EDM could take care of this one by himself?"
They all stared at me. I coughed nervously.
His Evilness spoke up first. "I'm interested. What do you want pierced?"
I stumbled over to him and whispered the answer into his ear. His
mouth curved into a smile and he clapped his hands together saying, "Ok,
ladies. Break time. Take five. Or twenty. I've got this one covered."
He began
shooing the curious onlookers out the door.
Pam mouthed, "Tell me later?"
"Maybe," I mouthed back.
She frowned as EDM pushed her out the door.
He turned back to me and said, "Well, well. I never would have thought it."
I blushed. "Look. This is hard enough, ok. Let's just get it over with before I change my mind." I hopped up on the table and lay back, trying to relax.
EDM stood over me, that adorable smirk still on his face. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes," I replied, somewhat shakily. "Besides, if I don't like it, I'll just take the ring out and the hole will close over."
"Ok. You asked for it." He leaned over and kissed me, reaching
down with one hand to undo my pants while grabbing the ointment with the
other. He slipped off my slacks and underwear and coated his fingers with
the
relaxing goo. I watched as he slowly massaged the ointment into the sensitive
skin of my inner thighs, then a swish across my abdomen. I was starting
to feel really good, just floating along on a peaceful little cloud. His
voice startled me. "Where do you want it?"
"Ummmm. . ." I trailed off. Thinking suddenly seemed such a difficult thing.
"You have to show me," he coaxed.
I grabbed his hand and touched his fingertip to the spot I desired to have pierced. "Right there." I giggled.
He hooked some more of the happy unguent out of its pot with his middle finger and gently caressed the spot I had indicated. "This is going to look fabulous," he murmured. As he turned away to get his piercing appliances, I threw my arms over my face, unwilling to watch. I hoped that I was so high that I would not feel the pain. No such luck.
"FUCK!! BLOODY HELL, THAT HURTS!!"
I tried to jerk to a sitting position, but EDM held me down. "Shhhh. . .he soothed. It's over now. And it does look great. We'll have to give it test run in a few days when the soreness goes away." He began to redress me while I lay there thinking that I had made a big mistake.
"Ok. All done." He looked at my flushed face. "Are you alright?"
"Yes. I just didn't really expect it to hurt that much. Maybe I'm just a wimp when it comes to pain."
He stroked the side of my face and leaned down to nuzzle my neck. "No. You're not a wimp. It's a very sensitive area. The pain will go away. Trust me."
My arms came around his back, drawing him in for a kiss.
"Knock, knock."
I jumped as Pam came back in. "All done in here? How did it go?"
I scowled at her. "Great timing, Pam."
"Oops! Sorry! I can go if you want." She started edging toward the door.
"No," His Evilness said. "We're done here. Bring in the next customer."
I stumbled out of the room, still high from the ointment.
"So, where did you get it?" Pam asked, following me out. "Can I see it?"
"No way."
"Oh, come on!"
"Nope. Not gonna happen. It's definitely not happening *here*."
I stumbled a few steps toward the bar.
"Jane? Why are you walking so funny?"
"I need a drink."
Much to my chagrin, when I passed the piercing parlor later that evening, the word labia had been written in at the bottom of the sign.
The end.
Jane
JScheel97@aol.com
Classicist to the Corps