I talked you into going with me to the tattoo shop so you could watch me get inked and decide if it was something you wanted to do. We walked in, and you seemed somewhat surprised at how clean and bright the shop was, and that the employees weren't the dirty grungy lowlifes you expected.
I talked to the tattoo artist who would be doing my ink while you looked around at all the art on the walls. The artist told me my tattoo would take a few hours, and while you weren't allowed back with me the whole time, you could come back for a few minutes at a time to watch every now and then.
When I got taken back a few minutes later, you sat on the couch in the lobby, leafing through a magazine and glancing at the television, but not very interested in either. One of the other employees came out of the back room, and not realizing you were just waiting for me, asked what you were interested in having done. After you explained that you weren't sure about getting a tattoo, he tried talking you into getting a piercing, which you also declined. He told you his name was Jason, and that if you ever changed your mind to come see him, because he "would love to make you into a project."
You thought Jason was very attractive, and as much as you tried to concentrate on the article you were glancing at, your mind kept going back to him, imagining him picking you up in his strong arms. You decided to come back to see how my tattoo was going. The outline wasn't even half done yet, so you went back out front, telling me you'd come back when the colors were being filled in. On your way back to the lobby, Jason stopped you by the counter, and there was just something about the way he looked at you that made your knees weak. Before you even realized what you were saying, you asked him about prices for piercings.
He pulled a price sheet out from under the counter, as well as a photo album with some of his work. While you already knew you wouldn't get your nipples or pussy pierced, the photos still seemed pretty interesting. The section on belly button piercings caught your eye, and after some internal debate you decided to get your navel pierced.
Jason led you into the back to his booth, closed the door, and had you lay back on the table. He pulled your shirt up to expose your belly, and his hands lightly grazed over your breasts. Your skirt was a little too high for his liking, so he had you lift your butt and he pulled it down, the hem of your skirt barely covering your panties.
His hands on your stomach sent chills through your body as he cleaned your belly button with an alcohol swab. He drew two dots on your navel to mark where the piercing would go, and when he lightly blew on it to dry the ink, your nipples got instantly hard. He got the needle and ring ready, and had you take a deep breath. As you exhaled, he pushed the needle through, then pulled the ring through. The pinch from the needle stung for a few minutes but gradually faded. Jason handed you a mirror to look at your new jewelry with, and you were quite pleased with how it looked.
You sat up and turned to get off the table just as Jason was turning back to you to get the mirror, and he ended up standing between your legs, your skirt suddenly pushed up over your thighs and your red lace panties on full display. Jason looked down at your panties then looked back in your eyes, and you could see the hunger suddenly filling them. Without thinking, you grabbed him around the waist and pulled his hips against you, his cock pressed against your suddenly yearning pussy. He leaned down and kissed you, your tongues intertwining and exploring each other.
You broke the kiss, suddenly breathless, but Jason stayed between your legs, pressing his dick against your now soaked panties. He reached over and turned off the light and opened the door, then pressed hard against you again. You started feeling a little nervous and scared, but at the same time those feelings heightened your excitement.
Jason lifted your skirt and moved your panties to the side before roughly thrusting two fingers inside you. You suddenly felt things had gone much too far and gotten out of control, but when you tried to get up he wouldn't let you. He pulled your panties off and lifted the front of your shirt over your head, not taking it off but instead using it to trap your arms behind you. He pulled your tits out of your bra without taking it off, and started pinching and twisting your nipples roughly with one hand, and shoving the two fingers of his other hand back inside you.
