Not the Virgin Mary

Not the Virgin Mary II

When I awoke next morning, I had a dreadful headache & felt sick. I was alone!

I found the robe I wore last night, and went and peed. I wondered where Monica was & why I didn't feel well, fucked. There was no blood on the sheets. Was I still a virgin?

I stumbled downstairs barefoot finding Monica in the kitchen with coffee & cigarette. She passed me both, knowing from the store how I drank my coffee, with lots of sugar.

"What happened last night," I asked.

"Nothing, sexual to you." Monica replied, "I gave you a pill to take away the pain of waxing You kind of overdosed. It allowed your piercings to be pain free too, but I'm not going to rape someone in a coma! I needed my fingers to cum, so I didn't wake you. Sorry Mary, I want your virginity. But not like that."

I was reaching for a second cigarette in a sort of pregnant pause when Monica said, "We have a visitor in a little while. Annie will measure you for your tailored store uniform, then you need your hair styling. Don't worry we can share clothes. By the way your piercings look amazing. Your tits really stand to attention. Everyone will notice them! Just the right look for a would-be slut, like you Mary!"

I gasped as the front door opened and a woman about my height, but older came into the kitchen with a rush. She was stylish too, wearing a tight knee length skirt, black, heeled boots, a tight jumper &lots of lippy. Annie. I was again measured. Oddly the length of my thigh was important. I put on suspenders & stockings. With Annie's help, then a partly pinned up skirt. It was marked so that my suspenders will show when I sat down, and through the fabric as I walked. I also tried on some modified tops, that would show my tits more. Without a bra they were indecent. My rings pressing on the only slightly opaque nylon. It made them seem bigger and more sexual than when exposed.

Annie said to Monica, "It's a pity Mary has to wear a bra these tits are stunning." She pulled one of my rings and I gasped. "Fantastic! You must both share my bed one night!!" Monica nodded.

"When the piercings are healed after Christmas, we will. Until then we must be careful so little Mary learns much and yearns more... Thanks Annie, can you finish the first skirt today & top today? She can go the store in them tomorrow, Grace left some amazing red shoes last night. They will show her off beautifully"

"No problems, especially as there will be no panty line to worry about!" With that she left. I showered & made up. When I got up from the dressing table Monica had laid out clothes for me to borrow.

Of course, stockings and suspenders. (These would be an all-day everyday look.) There was a tight black leather mini skirt, split at the front, almost to the waist and a leather waistcoat. (Vest for my American readers.) No other top, no bra or panties either. There were black ankle boots too, their heel was about 5" I guessed, so I was on my toes again. I dressed & lit a cigarette as Monica came back in. She too was wearing leather, a red dress, short and low cut, of course.

"Its cold outside for these clothes?" I queried.

"Yes, it is, it will make your nipples hard That's hot. There's a coat that matches in black leather, and silk scarf downstairs for you too! Oh and open the top & bottom buttons on the waistcoat. Let your tits show!"

For my first walk in heels, I was also commando, as I now understand it. My mum would have a fit! I loved the wind blowing up my skirt, and the looks of men and women as two leather clad women walked across the small town to the square where the hairdressers were located. When we got to the store I was shown to a chair, God my feet ached. I had no idea how I was going to manage tomorrow in the store for more than 8 hours.

My coat was taken & I sat in the moveable chair, opposite a full-length mirror. The chair was angled so that anyone who looked would get a grand view of my fanny, nice. Monica laughed when she saw. She kissed the stylist, saying, "I'll be back in a couple of hours." Carly, the stylist, styled my hair, she dyed small areas as strands of red and purple. This would weave a distinct patten when I pinned my hair up, at work. This was the first proper styling I ever had, my hair had always been simply long, and tied back. "As God intended." Mother would say. It was shorter and made my face more visible, but not radically styled. It looked nice.

When Carly was drying my hair, she leaned into my ear & whispered, "Those rings in your pussy are amazing. I'd love to lick them clean. You're very bold to show them off so much. They're making me wet!" With that I blushed beetroot red & she kissed behind my ear. It made my fanny tingle.

"They are new last night. I have them in my breasts too!" I told her.

"Wow, I thought my belly one was cool, this is something more. Come with me." She took the gown off me and led me to a small room off the shop. "Can I see them? I'd love to touch." I lifted up my skirt to show the young girl she ran her finger along my fanny rings. We both groaned. As we were doing this Monica opened the door.

"Well, this is nice." She said. "My protégé showing her cunt to the hairdresser. Sluts! Go for it girls... After a little while and much groaning from me and a little orgasm Monica admitted, I'm sorry Carly we have a lunch appointment. Let's take a raincheck."

"I Can't wait, that is some pussy you have, I really want to explore. I need to fix my makeup." Again, I blushed. I'm not sexy!

"Leave it let your next client see and smell the arousal." Monica said. Carly nodded.

We left with Carly's phone number & walked across the square to a bar. Again, I was shown off by sitting on a high stool with my back to the bar. My fanny was wet with moisture running down my thighs. Anyone who looked could see me. Monica whispered to me. "Since you seem to enjoy showing your cunt, try it properly!" She passed me a lit cigarette and ordered large Vodka to drink. She laughed at my indecency and after a few minutes we moved and sat at a table. "I believe virgin Mary that you are an exhibitionist!" We have to find your comfort limit & exceed it." As we moved, she reached up my skirt &; ran her nail along my fanny, touching the wetness. She took her hand out & offered her finger to me to lick. She then then licked them herself. "Tasty, I want more." Was all she said.

We were joined by Grace, who had another box for me. I found this doing some checking this morning. We decided not to stock. I opened the box & took out a little bra, in bright red. I looked at it & said, "Its way too small, the cup isn't big enough."

"It's a quarter cup Mary, it is only supposed to cover the outer quarter of your tit to hold them in place. Why don't you go & try it on, I'll come with you. Its not like you have to get undressed. You are showing your tits to everyone anyway."

We went to the bathroom I unfastened the three buttons on my waistcoat top. I took it off completely, resting it on a sink. Grace helped me with the bra. She also had a cheeky kiss of my nipple. This as someone flushed and opened a cubicle door. A well-dressed posh looking matronly woman, in both age and size appeared. All grey swept hair, tweed skirt and pearls, "Stunning tits darling." She said. "Do show them off before they sag. Having children does fuck with your tits!" She smiled with the passing comment. "I wish I had mine pierced when they were ripe. I would love to suckle yours with all that flesh & metal."

"Come and have a kiss," I offered.

She smiled and kissed my right tit, tugging at the ring gently. Her professionally manicured red fingers pulling the ring into her mouth. I gasped and felt a huge thrill. The lady smiled and kissed my forehead. "Thanks for a great thrill," she whispered. Leaving Grace and I in the bathroom alone.

Grace &I both laughed as she fitted the bra. It held my tits up leaving the nipple free & the ring was free and visible outside the cup. "Hot." was all Grace said as I took it off and put my leather back on. My fanny was wet and tingling. I don't know why.

We sat in the bar for ages, having a number of drinks and all three of us were a little drunk when Grace's husband appeared to take her home for late Sunday lunch. We were too drunk to go to my parents so I snuggled on the sofa with Monica and we kissed deeply all evening. Later Monica produced a hand rolled cigarette that we shared. It was my first joint. I was giggly &; a little queasy but later very relaxed as Monica idly fingered my fanny. Somehow, we got to bed. An alarm woke me. It was Monday!

I got up Monica had already moved & vacated the bathroom. I showered and made up. I then dressed. The tailored clothes from Annie had arrived while we were getting drunk, and were waiting at the back door when we returned. I tentatively dressed in stockings not wishing to snag the fine nylon on my nail extensions. The skirt I stepped into was tight on my thighs and short too, almost indecent, my stocking tops and suspender clasps showing as I sat. The welt fabric did show, just at the hem as I moved. The skirt only allowed small steps. There were no knickers of course. I worked my breasts into the small red bra, pulling my nipple rings outside the fabric, then pulling the now tight ivory top over my head, fastening the button at the neck's back. My red heels were on the floor next to me. I stepped into them, fastening the ankle strap. I moved toward the stairs, needing a cigarette. I felt wonderful, very sexy, a first for me.

Monica was downstairs in the kitchen with cigarettes and coffee. Her mouth dropped open. "You look amazing!" she exclaimed. A little, well a lot tarty, but so fucking hot. My hair was pinned and the red and purple streaks ran around the bun too, the top of my tits were visible through the stretched nylon of my top and my bra concealed nothing. "You look like a working girl! Absolutely perfect!" She passed me a cigarette I pulled deeply while my toast cooked. My store uniform jacket was hanging up as was my coat. The jacket when fastened covered some of my new found exhibitionism, and the swell of my breasts was still visible. I tottered on my heels, the 6" still a challenge.

We climbed down into Monica's little car & she sped away. I lit new cigarettes as we drove. "I want us to see Grace before we open, she will love your look. I think all the women in the store should get rid of the inner Cami-top & show our assets." With that Monica swerved to the side of the road & undressed. She put her ivory top back on, displaying a lacy black bra. "Old Courtney the deputy manager, for staff, will do his nut. Hopefully it will send him off to retirement!" She leaned over kissed me, tapped my knee. "Let's start a revolution, my lover!" We arrived and went straight up to see Grace who was suitably delighted. She gave me another kiss behind my ear, "I can't wait to feel those amazing tits, Mary!" She too removed her blouse and took off the Cami-top underneath. Displaying a restrained white bra. She looked in a mirror. "I have to do better with the fucking puppies! I sell the bras, dammit. I'll order a job lot of those Mary is wearing and issue to staff at cost. Why don't we all go quarter cup?" We went back downstairs to Makeup and after a few stares found our colleagues disappearing to toilets and behind displays, returning to show their bras. One who surprised me by not doing, was a punkish colleague from electricals.

All she said was, "It would all be good if I wore one, with my flatties, I don't need to and can't really press my nips to the nylon. You look amazing Mary. Real pinup stuff."

This was the highlight of the working week. We were busy with pre-Christmas sales. I was quickly climbing the sales charts. In the evening, we snuggled on the sofa after work often with a joint, certainly a vodka and Monica's fingers in my fanny, before cleaning with salt water She made no attempt to seduce me, even when were naked together.

The sole excitement in the leadup to Christmas was our visit to my Mum & Dad's house. This was at the end of the day I have outlined above. We arrived about 6:15, before dad arrived home from work. We went in to the little terraced house. Mum was in the kitchen. The hall smelled of fried food and cigarettes. I shouted "Hi Mum," she appeared from the kitchen, wearing a green nylon housecoat and little furry boots. Seeing my me wearing makeup, and high heels, with my new haircut, and earrings she grumbled and told me, "I said you working in that shop would lead to you being a whore. It's not God's purpose to have women look like painted Jezebels. Metal in their flesh." If only she could see the whole of me, my shaved and pierced cunt & tits.

I didn't want to deal with this hostility, even though I was expecting it. I showed Monica a lounge at the front, where she could sit down. I went to pack a bag of what I wanted, much of it I didn't as my clothes were no longer what I wanted to wear and much else were the accompaniments of childhood. If I was to bounce the bible back on my mother. 'When I became a man, I put away childish things.' I took one bagful of a few clothes I may wear, some bits of jewellery and some books that were gifts to me.

I could hear them arguing. I sat on the stairs and lit a cigarette. Mum was giving Monica a hard time too for wearing makeup, slutty clothes and heels, probably for smoking too. Monica said loudly, "I'm not afraid of what your God can do, I've probably done much worse than you can think of. What is the worst thing you imagine for Mary? Who is now a fully-fledged adult by a year.

Mum coughed and shouted at Monica, "Taking drugs, drinking alcohol, and having sex before being properly married. Oh, doing unnatural acts too." Monica laughed and said, "If that's all you are afraid of you shall be fine. Mary are you ready?" I was sure thee comment about unnatural acts was squarely aimed at Monica.

I opened the door with my hand full of ash. Mum looked and whined, "Are you smoking too? I smiled blowing out smoke. I dropped the ash into the ash tray by my father's chair and smiled.

"I'm going now Mum, we'll talk soon, I hope. Keep well." She said nothing. Monica & I went outside. "I need a drink, and to scream!" Monica nodded and gave me a hug.

We got into the car and she put a hand on my knee and told me:." Let's go home! You have set yourself free. Your life is your own, now" She started the engine and we left the grubby street I grew up in.

I don't remember that journey only arriving back at Monica's where I had stayed for less than a week and feeling it was my home. She left me me sit in the lounge, still in my uniform and bought me a drink and an ashtray. "Take away tonight?" I just nodded. After a couple of drinks, I had calmed a little and could talk. I felt my past life was over and that I had crossed a burning bridge that had no option of return. It seemed unlikely that my parents would be any part of my life in the near to medium future as I didn't want to settle to stay in this city for my whole life. There had to be more. I hoped Monica and I would take the road together. The next coupe of weeks passed in a blur. We worked we cuddled, we enjoyed going down on each other, and a few spliffs, in between our endless cigarettes. But I was not allowed to climax.

We finished earlier than normal on Christmas Eve and Monica asked as we walked toward her car in the damp gloom, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, why?"

"Good come with me." We walked across the town at a fair pace, our faces red from the wind, our cigarette smoke wreathed above us. She led me into the bowels of the old town, with its narrow streets and old sailors' pubs, near the waterfront, and we stopped outside a tattoo shop.

"Ink?" I asked. She shook her head,

"No not today. It takes planning and preparation. I know an Italian woman in London who is brilliant. I don't like spur of the moment ink. You would regret it soon after, forever."

We went into the shop. A tattooed biker was there & he greeted Monica warmly. "Hello gorgeous, long time no see. You phoned earlier. We're ready..."

I was taken into the rear of the store, and took my coat off. I sat on a chair as offered. As ever now, my naked and waxed fanny on view to anyone who looked

The guy asked me to stick my tongue out. I did, he then fastened some kind of clamp to my tongue. Hr measured it with a piece of string, then looking at a ruler took a marker and tapped my tongue. He then picked up a needle and pushed into my tongue, leaving it he took another and repeated the action. Shit he was piercing it, twice! I was the somewhat surprised owner of two more barbells. They were in the middle of my tongue behind each other. This time seriously visible. Monica took the top off a hip flask & passed it to me, I drank a, for me, big shot. Gasping as the vodka ran down my throat, having sort of sterilised my mouth.

"Wow," or something like. "That was unexpected!" I looked down at my skirt. "I've wet myself." (There were too many 's' in my speech.)

Monica laughed & shook her head, "No darling you had one hell of an orgasm. You seem to be a Pain Slut?! The needles made you squirt." She bent over lifting my skirt and lapping at my fanny, raising her head momentarily, she said "You taste fucking delicious, just a little salty in the sweet nectar!"

I felt more tingles as my body relaxed, as Monica lapped at my fanny, joined by our biker tattooist, who also licked me. Kissing Monica too. My first male sexual contact. He was much rougher and more direct, but with the same result. I lit a cigarette and enjoyed the feeling, of my first and climatic oral sex in a tattoo shop on Christmas Eve. What an end to a working day!!

I again did not remember the journey home, other than at some point in the day, Monica had moved her car to the tattoo shop, perhaps understanding I would be a perhaps a little under the weather. As I considered the piercings, I did find the pain quite nice, all tingly and warming. Running my tongue over the barbells was odd, my mouth would not be the same again, but maybe more interesting. I was told the tongue would swell for several days, making eating awkward. A bum rap at Christmas, though maybe in my first away from parents, ice cream and vodka would fill in. I knew the drill for cleaning as it was ongoing for boobs and fanny, or perhaps Tits and Cunt is more appropriate for some one pierced who cums in a tattoo shop and continuously flaunts her sexual organs? Answer on a postcard.

When we got home, we had a shower and then I was offered a protein shake, clever! Monica then lit a joint we shared and began to carefully lick my cunt. Just ever so gently so that I was all moist again. She got me near to cumming and then stopped several times. I wanted to scream so much. After about 20 minutes of this she stopped, sat down and lit a cigarette, as if nothing had happened. I was panting and dripping wet. She looked at me blowing a smoke ring and said," You are still healing and with your tongue you can't offer to reciprocate!" I was livid. She laughed. "You needed to yearn more. Denial is part of the fun. One more drink and bed."

The next morning was Christmas. We got up late smoked and drank Champagne. Monica seemed to be largely without family, so on a family day she was at a loose end. She didn't want the trad stuff and as my tongue currently took up most of my mouth I couldn't. Instead, she showed me pictures of her wild self, mostly in California, but in England too, wearing leather and being fucked by men and women, alone and together. I sort of understood why she kept away from middle aged, middle class middle earners. It would be dull by comparison. When she feasted, she feasted. We spent the afternoon in bed, eating chocolate and watching crap tv. I gave her a little gold necklace, with a faux sapphire at the throat. It made her cry. She had already done so much for me but gave me a corset that looked savage. I hadn't yet tried it out.