Nipple Piercing

Lois blinked, not sure she had heard Maria correctly. "Piercing?"

The young woman smiled, a bit sheepishly, and set the candle down.

"Same principle, just a little more...permanent." She licked her lips. "I worked at a tattoo place over the summer. Used to do it all the time. I have everything here—perfectly hygienic—and if you don't like it you can always let them heal up, but..."

Maria reached out, almost to touch Lois' tits, the wax now dried into blobs like frozen lava.

"...you've never had it done before. I can tell." Lois saw the young woman's eyes widen, shining bright. "You'll like it. It's...so different."

Lois took a deep breath. Part of her was screaming NO. It sounded like her father. Like everyone who had ever told her how not to dress, to act, what she could and could not do...and Lois looked at Maria and really saw her then. Someone who wanted to share. The young woman's own nipples, pierced with little barbels, were standing out prominently, tenting her mesh shirt.

"Yeah, okay." The reporter said, then tried to inject more confidence in her voice. "Let's do it."

Maria didn't quite squeal—but she did rush over to a box, and begin taking things out: a box of latex gloves, **** wipes, a pair of forceps that looked like blunt-nosed scissors with little circles at the tip, a small pack that rattled...and a plastic blister-pack containing a three-inch long needle.

Lois felt a weird shiver run through her, and worked to control her breathing, to project calm even though her heart was beating faster than it had been a few moments ago when Maria had been dripping hot wax on her.

"Just lie back," Maria told her, when she had everything ready, and Lois did so, feeling her back muscles un-tense a little as she relaxed into the mattress.

With a tissue, the young woman removed the cold, hard wax from Lois' breasts. The reporter held her breath, the skin a bit more red and sensitive than she had thought it would be, the towel feeling rough on her ultrasensitive nipples.

Then Maria gloved up, and began wiping Lois' boobs down with the **** pads—cool, and it didn't sting like Lois supposed it might. The young woman gave the reporter's right tit an affectionate squeeze.

"You don't have to watch, if you don't want to. There's going to be a bit of blood, and I need you to hold still."

Lois considered that for a moment, then nodded, closing her eyes.

So it was she felt, rather than saw, Maria catch her right nipple with the forceps, pinching it gently but firmly and pulling it up and away... The reporter could feel the circular tips of the forceps, and realized: That's where the needle goes...straight through.

Then, almost as soon as she thought it, pain lanced through her right nipple. Sharp and severe enough that Lois involuntarily flinched, but then it was over. Except...it wasn't. Because Lois could still feel something there, in the hole.

"That's a 16-gauge needle," Maria's voice was calm, but she couldn't suppress a slight giddy undercurrent. "When it heals up, you can stretch it out—go bigger—just like ear piercings. But most women are happy with just keeping them the way they are."

Relief flooded through Lois when the forceps released...but there was still something there, in her nipple, cold and hard, and it hurt...but she didn't have time to think about that, because she already felt the forceps close on her left nipple.

It shouldn't have been worse. Lois knew what to expect now. But in a real way that's why it was worse. The anticipation as she felt the pinch, waiting for the needle...and then Maria started to hum...

Like a virgin...touched for the very first time. Like a vir-ir-ir-ir-giiin...

Pain, swift and sharp, through and through in one clean motion. And Lois found she could breath again, wondered when she had started holding her breath. Breathing in through her nose, Lois felt the first trickle of endorphins as her body responded to the piercings...the little giddy sensation, far away from the pain, like the happy part of being drunk.

There was movement, on the reporter's tits. A tissue wiping up around her nipples, probably to clean up the blood. The tender nips themselves felt...heavier. And like there was still something in them. It occurred to Lois, finally, that if they were like the channels in her ears, then Maria must have put something in the holes to keep them from closing immediately.