Nipple Rings

My heart was beating in my throat. Naked, I stepped up and grasped the spokes on the wheel. I took a deep breath and heaved, spinning the wheel as hard as I could. I stepped back as the wheel spun freely for several heartbeats. Finally, the clicks became more and more distinct as the wheel slowed and finally stopped. I rolled my eyes at the result.

Biff glanced at the wheel and confirmed the result. "Well, Erica, it looks like you'll be sporting a pair of pierced nipples! Tell her about it, Paul!"

"Certainly, Biff! Erica, you'll be experiencing permanently hard nipples as you've just earned permanent bimbanium nipple rings! Yes, you can display your bimbo breasts proudly once they've been decorated with these lightweight, yet alluringly decorative rings. Congratulations, Erica!"

Biff had stepped over and was standing next to me, his arm around my bare shoulders. When Paul finished, Biff smiled once more for the cameras. "While our girls are backstage getting themselves pierced, we'll take a short break." The camera went dark then and Biff took his arm from my shoulders. Almost instantly, two of the tuxedoed beefcakes stepped over to escort me backstage. I could feel the eyes of the audience on my bare ass as I walked.

I was mobbed as soon as I got backstage. I felt a brush sliding through my hair, and a bottle of cold water was pressed into my hand. As I took a deep swallow of the cold water, I could feel a damp towel wiping across my nipples. Michael was there, barking orders to stagehands and directing the tuxedos to various settings. Then he turned to me.

"You are great! The greatest thing ever! The audience loves you, sweetie! Screw Chrystal Heights Idol, this is the big time right here, baby! Hot hot hot!" he said. Finally he stopped, apparently to catch his breath.

I rolled my eyes, then took another swallow of water.

Michael looked over my shoulder at something I couldn't see. Then, suddenly, he shrieked. "No! You fool! That goes in the middle of the maze, not the beginning! Focus! Focus!"

Two tuxedos took my arms then and Michael's voice faded as the beefcakes led me to a room. Inside the room, Tonya was sitting in a chair, her bare back facing me, while a lab-coated technician peered inside her mouth. Laura was there as well, leaning back in a chair that resembled the type found in gynecologists' offices. Laura's bare feet were in stirrups, and another lab-coated technician was kneeling between Laura's legs, apparently examining her clit. Television cameras were rolling, although they weren't live feeds. Footage for filling in later dead time, most likely.

I sat down at a station. Almost immediately a technician sat in front of me. He made a notation on a clipboard, then suddenly ran impersonal fingers over my nipples. I gasped in surprise, but suddenly realized that I hadn't felt his touch at all. I blinked, and the tech nodded.

"Yes," he said. "The topical local has set."

"That's great," I said. "What the hell did you just say, anyway?"

The tech laughed. "I said your nipples are completely numb, so you won't feel the piercing at all. Not right now, anyway. You might be sore later."

Belatedly, I realized that the stage crew must have rubbed the whatever the techie said on my nipples when I left the stage. I shrugged. Whatever.