True Story: Occured in June of 2007
My first posting here. Be kind please.
So I used to work as a Piercer for a long long time.... 10 years. It kinda paid the bills and for awhile I entertained the notion of opening a shop.
I started the Grad Program this past June. Around the 25th or so.
The very last day I worked at the shop (Sunday's only for about 3 years, not my primary job at the time), I get this very nervous call.
Very nervous call.
Anxious and very secretive. I dismiss him as just a crazy that could possibly be masturbating to my voice. It happened kind of often in the City. I give him the info and he's done with me when he finds out that we didn't have a girl piercer.
About three hours later, he calls back and he says that he likes the sound of my voice, and I'm like "ohh god, not again". He continues by asking me the same questions and again asks about a girl piercer, I say NO. NONE here. He says that he called all the shops I recommended and he liked me the most. I was the most informative and I wasn't blowing him off like most of the other shops did.
Basically, he had asked for a girl piercer in a private session for EXtra money, to pierce his naked, blindfolded girlfriend and maybe make out with her when they were done.
I said that sounds like a lot of fun, and yeah, I would love to do it, but guess what? This is my last day.
It sounded scintillating and I was ready for a lil voyeur action and I'd be getting paid. He didn't even want it at a shop and I said, sure!! I'll go out with a Bang if you will. We make plans for a week from that day and we are set.
He gets a fancy hotel downtown, I get everything ready in my little doctor bag and I show up, not knowing what to expect, except that I'm getting 100 dollars and a little peep show.
In his emails, he broke it down that she'd be blindfolded, and he would make her orgasm either with his mouth, fingers or toys and as she climaxed I would pierce her nipples one at a time. We would repeat the procedure on each side.
On the day, I'm nervous as all hell and they keep on moving the time back on me. So I'm hanging in Union Square with an original time of 3:00 PM and they finally are ready at 5:00. This whole time I've had two desserts and two cappuccino's. I'm already on edge.
I walk right into the hotel lobby and straight to the elevator. I start forgetting the room number when I hear yelling or some other type of commotion. SMACK...growl/yell. SMACK.... growl/yell.
I know I have the right room. At this point I don't know to expect mass murderers or what, but I bravely go and knock. I hear a bit of commotion and he asks me to hold on. He comes to the door, Barry, we'll call him, is about 45 wearing only a robe and his cock is somewhat not covered. Barry is slightly bald, and very well groomed, nice enough character I think except for the erection staring at me.