She was in her twenties, a self-assured little Gothic girl who wore a corset under her fitted Victorian jacket. I didn't know her name, but there were rumors around the office that she had a tongue... and other piercings that she had photocopied once and put up on the noticeboard to shock people.
I remember the black and white artistic copy of her pierced labia. I had wanted to find out what that would feel like against my cock. Now I could.
"Hello."
She grunted and looked up from her work. "Yeah? What do you want?"
I grin.
"I want to see your piercings again, all of them."
She frowned and handed a copy that she kept in the drawer. "Whatever tickles you."
I put down the paper.
"No... In person. I want to see your piercings."
She raised a black perfectly shaped brow. "Really?"
"I feel the need."
Not taking the bait, she went back to her work. "Yeah, well, I'm busy."
I lock the door to the room. Now no one can enter. The large glass window where most people left their work would make a great peep hole if anyone wanted to watch, which I like the idea of.
"I'll pay. I'll pay you for every twisted thing I want you to do."
Black lips smiled. "Money is good. There is a concert coming up and I'm down on cash."
"How much is the concert?"
"Over $300... with the t-shirt and if I went by plane."
I lay out the cash on the table.
"That's just to see them... I'll give you more if you let me do more."
I grin and wait for her response. |