Gabe

Close my eyes like hell. When I heard Eloise Hutchinson was coming to my parlor for a genital piercing I had to be damn sure I was the one to do it.

At first, I didn’t think it would be the Eloise Hutchinson, the one I crushed on the entire way through grade school. She was so straight laced I thought there must be another Eloise Hutchinson in Rochester.

It’s definitely her. Her hair and big eyes are almost black, a sharp contrast to her porcelain skin. I used to think she looked like the doll my mother had in a display cabinet in our living room.

Her dark hair is pulled back in the same ponytail she wore every day when we were kids. I wonder if she’s worn it that way every day since I last saw her.

In seventh grade, I used to sit behind her and I’d tickle the end of her ponytail with my fingers and pencils and pens every chance I could.

I hated her guts the last time I saw her. It was my last day of school before we moved away. And as far as I was concerned, it was all her fault I had to move. Everything in my life was her fault.

I wasn’t sure how I’d feel when I saw her. But damn, she’s grown up even better than I’d imagined she would. One look at her, and the feelings of a childhood crush came right back.

Along with more grown-up feelings. I’d like to wrap my hands around her tight waist and back her up against the wall.

Hell, I don’t even know where I’d start with her. I’d wrap her ponytail around my hand and tug it, just to hear her squeal the way I used to make her squeal when I pulled it. Then I’d silence her with my mouth, and taste those delicate pink lips I’ve always loved.

Most of all, I want to show her what it’s really like to be fucked right. I want to turn her into a quivering mess, and make her brown eyes roll so far back into her head she’ll see her brain. Is she doing this for a mind-blowing orgasm? I’ll give her one so intense it’ll blow her head off.

I wonder if she remembers me.

Eloise stands in the doorway, clearly torn.

“You’ll be glad you did it afterwards. It’ll give you a lifetime of feelings you never knew existed.”

Every inch of her exposed skin turns red. She’s so pale, it was always so easy to make her turn red. But even now bright red, she holds her ground. She’d always held her ground. That’s one of the things I liked most about her. She was fun to toy with.

I figure she’ll walk out the door, but maybe come back another day when she’s had time to think it over.

She closes the door and says, “Okay, fine. Let’s get this over with.”

I’m shocked. My dick twitches at the knowledge Eloise Hutchinson is about to drop her panties for me.

“I’ll have to see which type of piercing suits you. Ideally, you want the triangle.”

“Right. Of course.” Her eyes avoid mine.

“You won’t regret it. See what jewelry you like while I prepare,” I say, pointing to the jewelry case.

Eloise gives a slight nod and shuffles to the case. I hurry into the back and lay a towel over my barber-style chair. Back at the front of the parlor, Eloise stands stiff in front of the counter.

“See anything you like?” I ask.

“Yeah, I like these ones, with the pretty blue jewels.”

Of course she does. Opening the drawer underneath, I pull out a few sample styles of the ones with the pretty blue jewels and a few boxes of new, sterilized ones.

“Okay, Jewel, I’m ready for you.”

She follows me into the back room, and I lead her to the chair at my station. She freezes and her eyes take in the four tattoo stations, each with its own barber-style chair. I motion for her to sit. Her breathing is heavy as she stands beside the chair in my station.

“What should I do?” she asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Should I take my panties off?” Her cheeks blaze red.

I can’t help the massive smile that spreads across my face.

“It’d be helpful.”

“What about my skirt?”

“Nah, you can leave it on, just bunch it up around your waist.” It kills me to say that. Maybe I can talk her into a nipple piercing to get her top off.

She discreetly slips her hands under the waistband of her skirt and wiggles around. Taking her hands out of her waistband, she moves them under the hem of her skirt. A moment later, her panties are in her hand.

I watch in amazement throughout the whole thing.

“Ready,” she says.

“Take a seat.”

She backs into the chair, and flicks the back of her skirt up. Her ass plants on the towel, and she leans into the backrest. The front of her long skirt falls over her legs to her shins.

“Put your feet there and there,” I say as I raise the footrest.

Eloise does as I say, and I take a seat to begin my assessment. I squirt some hand sanitizer onto my palm and massage it in. Opening my bottom drawer, I pull out a new pair of latex gloves.

“I hate wearing latex gloves,” Eloise says.

I look up, and her dark eyes are wide, staring at me.

“Me too, but gotta follow protocol.”

She has no idea how much I hate these gloves right now. I want to feel her skin against mine. Why did I pull them out of the drawer?

While I pull them on, her eyes are fixated on my right hand. The back of it is covered in a roaring lion tattoo.

“I like your tattoo,” she says.

“Yeah? I didn’t figure you for much of a tattoo person.”

She shrugs, “I’m not really, but I love animals.”

“Yeah, you like lions?”

“Love them, but I prefer tigers.”

“Are they your favorite animal?”

“No, rabbits are my favorite.”

I chuckle. Of course she’d like bunnies best, look at her.

“I can always design you a fluffy little bunny to tattoo on your thigh.”

“Oh, no. I definitely don’t want a tattoo,” she says, her eyes wide and her head recoiled into the chair.

“Right, just the pussy piercing then.”

Eloise’s body shifts, and I regret saying the word pussy. It just slipped out. I hope she doesn’t run out of here.

“Well, I haven’t decided for sure yet. I need to know what I can have first. And some more information.”

“Information? Like what? The healing time? I thought Kaylee went over all that with you.” I drop my hands to my thighs, and continue. “It can take up to six months. It’s best if you clean the area with a saline solution several times a day. You can have sex while it heals, but you have to be careful. Gentle. No swinging from chandeliers. And you have to keep it clean so it doesn’t get infected. So no oral sex without a dental dam.”

Her eyes widen and then squeeze shut as I speak, and she looks more and more confused.

“Just tell your boyfriend to be cautious,” I say.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

That’s music to my ears. Not that I want to be her boyfriend in any way. I just want to fuck her.

“Okay, so the next guy you pick up in a bar has to go easy with you.”

“I don’t pick up men in bars,” she snaps, and moves to stand.

I block her escape route with my body, and say, “Sorry, I’m just joking around.”

“What happened to you being a professional?”

“I am professional. I’m trying to relax my nervous client.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“No?” I quirk an eyebrow at her.

“Fine. Wouldn’t everyone be in this situation?”

Without thinking, I put my hands on her thighs and rub them.