Piercing

Maria held her breasts up to Lois' eyes. This close, the barbells reminded her of the eyes of goats, or squid. Strange alien googly eyes, set in those soft, fat sacks, with the stiff little pink nipples.

"You like what you see, baby?" The barmaid whispered hoarsely. "I think they're hot. Do you think they're sexy?"

"Yesss..." Lois said, languid and relaxed. She stared at the tits only inches from her face.

"I was thinking we might give you one. All of your very own. What do you think of that?"

A part of Lois was not drunk, though she fought against the haze of **** and whatever else fugged her mind. This was taking things a bit far. Yet men and women got pierced every day, and she knew that such things healed...and sometimes, she'd wondered how it felt. Reporters were supposed to go out and experience new things, and she certainly had tonight. One more might help get her just that one step closer to Maria's confidence...

"Okay..." Lois said, keeping her voice soft. "If you can do it clean. I don't want an infection. My tit might fall off." She let herself giggle, playing up the drunk.

Maria smiled. "Don't worry, sweetheart. This is gonna be downright medical. You'll see."

The barmaid lifted Lois off the bench, again displaying that surprising strength, and carried her back into the dressing room to sit her on a chair before the mirror.

Within a minute, Maria had brought out a box of plastic gloves, sterile wipes, an assortment of long fine needles and threads, and small plastic containers of what looked like hardware. With practiced ease she wiped Lois' left nipple down with an **** pad. The reporter shivered; even naked, her breast felt exposed and cold. Then Maria rubbed a cream on the end of her tit, all over the areola.

"Novacaine," she said. "Just a topical, for the pain. Only one prick that way."

Gloved hands prepped and sterilized the needle. Green, rubbery fingers tweaked and toyed at the pink nub of Lois' left nipple, drawing it out hard. The reporter watched in the mirror as Maria cupped the breast in her left hand, the proudly erect nipple caught between thumb and forefinger and pulled out from her body. The flesh was numb; she could feel the sensation of the fingers, but not the pain from the squeezing or pulling.

"You don't have to watch," Maria said, as she brought the needle against the skin of Lois' nipple.

"Do it," Lois whispered.

The needle was cold. That's what Lois remembered as it went in, smooth and steady, just the line of cold that suddenly went straight through to the other side. There was a bit of pain, then, and a small spurt of blood. Maria fiddled to get an appliance in place, and Lois couldn't see what she was doing...but she could feel the difference now, like with an earring but infinitely more sensitive. Not quite pain yet, but the sensation of something going through her flesh, the weight of it hanging off.

Maria did something with a small tool, and then leaned back to fetch a cotton wipe. Lois stared into the mirror.

There was a ring through her left nipple. Shiny steel, which looped through the pink nub of flesh. A bit of blood trickled down the left side of her boob, as it welled from the wound. Yet what caught Lois' attention is that it wasn't a perfect ring, there was something hanging off it, a tiny chip of crystal or glass, and it flashed...