It had been a slow few weeks at the hospital. There were only a few patients admitted and the ICU was empty. Two nurses were still on shift, just in case, but they were free to do as they wished until a patient came in that needed their attention. So when the night maintenance man came around to check the fire alarms, they decided to have some fun with him. One of the nurses, Debbie, had a history with him, an affair a couple of years ago. Sarah knew about it, and had listened to her stories about how good he was as a lover, but the thought never crossed her mind to even flirt with him. They were both married, after all, even if they weren't happy marriages. Debbie had other plans, though.
"Hey Mark!" Debbie called across the unit. "Did you know Sarah has her tongue pierced?"
"Oh really?" He asked, suddenly much less interested in his work. "But does she know what to do with it?"
Sarah sat stunned, feeling a blush creep up her neck to her face. She did have a tongue piercing and it was there for a purpose. But she didn't talk about it outside the small circle of partners that had experienced it. She looked up at Mark, who was standing over her at the desk. He was tall, imposing, and sure of himself. She had never really seen him this way and immediately felt herself wanting to please him. She met his eyes and ran her tongue over her lips, showing a flash of silver of the tongue ring he was so interested in.