*** To the readers: I know very little about the logistics of genitalia piercing. This is just a fantasy of mine that I decided to put down and post. If anything is incorrect please just bear with me :D ***
A dare. A stupid dare that I had to follow through with to save face with my friends. I could barely comprehend what I was about to take part in. Jamie came with me, because she was the one who had issued the challenge and chose to make sure that I followed through.
It was a rainy Tuesday when we walked into the tattoo/piercing parlor in the Village. The steady hum of the tattoo needle was a menacing undertone to the loud chatter and punk rock music that filled the tiny waiting area. Colorful pictures of tattoo art covered the walls, as well as a large rack of frames that crowded the corner. Various pierced and tatted patrons were browsing, interspersed with several people who appeared to be what I like to think of as "body art virgins." They looked nervous, and they had every right to be. The tattoo I had on my lower belly had hurt like hell, and consequently was one of my most prized features ( I was so proud of myself that I had actually followed through.) It was a claddagh, the Irish symbol of love, rendered in black and cherry red. Jamie nudged me and pointed to the girl behind the counter, and I gave a small sigh of relief that at least a female was going to be executing this incredibly painful, incredibly unwanted minor surgery.
Jamie strolled up to the purple-haired clerk and announced to the entire store "This is my friend Charla. She wants to get her clit pierced." The girl twirled her nose ring and looked at me curiously. "That right?" She bleated in a heavy Yorkshire accent. At Jamie's prompting, I nodded shyly and began to tug on the hem of my pleated school-girl skirt. Ms. Purple hair nodded, made a note on her pad and directed us to a couple of benches, telling us someone would be with me shortly.
"Well Char, I have to say I didn't think you'd have the balls to go through with this. " Jamie grinned at me, tossing back her jet-black dreads. "I think you're going to like this. You might just be pretty cool after all." She winked and tugged at my honey brown locks "After we do something about this hair."
"Charla?" The desk clerk announced ten agonizing minutes later. I gulped, got shakily to my feet and walked over to her. I wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. I approached the register.
"You're going to be doing it then?" I asked the girl with a nervous smile. She looked at me as if I had gone green.
"I don't do cunts." She said shortly and yelled "JORDAN. CUSTOMER" Over her shoulder. The curtain that sectioned off the back area parted and a man stepped through and looked at the nasty Brit girl. I almost turned around and left right then, because he was possibly the best looking man I had ever seen. He was tall, at least 6'5, and his slightly muscular frame was covered with tattoos. Short, bleach blond hair and piercing blue eyes that searched my face. A roguish half smile spread across his lips as he noticed how much I had begun to sweat when he entered the room. He beckoned to me to follow him and disappeared behind the curtain. I gulped, took one last long look and Jamie, and realized that it was now or never.
I struggled internally. After hearing Jamie and her friends talk about how much it improved sex, and seeing how much cooler it made me in their eyes when I considered getting one, I had actually begun to get excited by the prospect of having my clit pierced. It was decorative, and I was told it made it so much easier for men to actually find it. But after I had laid eyes on Jordan, I wondered if I was really prepared to let such a good looking man get such a coldly impersonal view of my most personal part. My thoughts were interrupted when my gorgeous piercer stuck his head back out, grinned meltingly at me again and assured me "Don't worry, I don't bite."
Walking unsteadily, I parted the curtain and followed him in. Immediately, the din of the crowded waiting room became muffled, and I felt much more confident of my privacy as Jordan led me down a long hallway, past a series of doors. He opened the last one and ushered me inside, instructing me to have a seat on the dentists chair set up in the middle of the room. I primly perched myself on the edge and surveyed my surroundings. As I took in the sterile looking sink and row upon row of instruments, Jordan pulled up a chair, sat on it with his attractively muscled legs spread. He leaned his elbows on his thighs, smiled at me encouragingly and began to go over the do's and don'ts of piercing. None of it was new, except for his warning to not engage in sexual activity for at least two weeks afterwards, warning me against getting dirt into the piercing. I sighed shakily, visibly frightened, and he touched my arm in a comforting manner.
"Don't worry, I've done this a million times. " He winked at me, and his hand lingered a little longer that it really should have. He began to assemble his instruments on a tray with his back to me, occasionally glancing over his shoulder at me.
"I'm going to need you to go ahead and remove your skirt, and then if you could just lie back for me. Panties are going to need to come off too but I'll give you a minute, it gets kinda chilly in here." I stood up, unbuttoned my skirt and slid it slowly down my legs. I kicked it aside and turned around to find him watching me with a look on his face that I could only describe as lustful. I blushed, not really knowing what to do. He seemed to mentally shake himself.
"Ooops, sorry" he smiled distractedly and turned back to his work, sterilizing the equipment, strapping on some latex gloves.
I laid back on the chair and reveled in the delicious anticipation/terror that I was experiencing. My nipples hardened under my thin baby tee and poked up rather obviously. I looked over and noticed that he was watching me again, this time staring at my erect nipples. He didn't notice me looking this time, and gazed his fill at my scantily clad body reclining on the chair.
