I drove up to the tattoo and piercing studio full of anticipation. I had decided to get a vertical clitoral hood piercing just a few days prior, and wanted to get it done ASAP before I chickened out. I knew I wanted a woman piercer who was experienced with female genital piercings. After some online research, I decided to go with Lita, who worked in a city about 90 miles away. I made the appointment with her over the phone. I was sure the drive would be worth it.
I walked in, and was greatly relieved that the shop looked very clean and professional. There was no tattoo flash on the walls, which I liked. I walked up to the counter and told the heavily tattooed young man that I had an appointment with Lita. He nodded and walked into a back hallway. A few seconds later he came back out, with who I assumed was Lita following him. I gave a little gasp when I fully took Lita in. She was tall, probably in her mid 30s, had to be close to 6', but very thin. She was wearing a black tank top and tight jeans, she had a colorful full sleeve tattoo on her right arm, and her long brown hair flowed over the front of her shoulders. She smiled as she approached me.
"Hi, Hannah? Good to meet you. So, VCH right?" she asked.
"Yep, that's right. I'm a bit nervous to be honest." I replied.
"Well, you have every right to be. I'm not going to lie, it will hurt like a motherfucker, and I know it's not comfortable having a stranger examining your junk. But! It's one of my favorite piercings and very easy to heal. The pain only lasts for a couple seconds, and after that there's typically any soreness even when it's healing. Still want to go through with it?
"Yes." I tried to sound calm, but I had a feeling the color had drained from my face. "But I'd really prefer just to get it over with!"
Lita laughed. "Fine, then. Fill out this paperwork. I'll start getting the room ready and I'll come back when I'm ready." She vanished into the back, and I shakily worked on filling out the standard forms. My heart was already pumping hard, some in anticipation of the pain, and some with the thought of the beauty that would be piercing me. She was a stark contrast from me. She was pushing 6', and I was barely over 5'. She had long flowing hair, and mine was cropped short. She had a golden tan, and even now in August I was still white as a ghost. Only our age seemed to be about the same. I was 32, and I guessed Lita could be no older than 36. There was something in her dark eyes that I couldn't place. Despite the hard attitude, there was a playful twinkle in her eye. And it seemed that she was quick to flash her wide smile. I was starting to get turned on, which could provide for a potentially embarrassing encounter. In just mere minutes I'd have my pants off with my cunt in her face. I'd rather not be soaking wet when this happens.
Soon Lita comes back to get me, and I follow her back to her private room. She shuts the door and instructs me to take off my pants and hop on the chair with my feet in stirrups, like I do at the gyno. This was it. I took my pants off and willed myself not to get aroused when the cold air of the room reached my pussy. I hopped into the chair and spread my legs. Lita took a seat in front of me, and started poking and prodding my lady bits with her gloved fingers and a q-tip. She explained to me that she was making sure I had enough flesh to be suitable for a hood piercing. She also explained that even though it will most likely feel like this piercing is healing fast, I should abstain from sexual activity for 6 weeks, 8 weeks for oral sex. I groaned, and Lita laughed.
