This story, not just this part, is for Hooked100!
An inspiration, to me & I hope to others...
(You need to read part 01 to understand Elizabeth's perspective and the reason for her narrative.)
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We drove home in silence, George furious. I could see his red face in the dash lights. I smoked incessantly. Filling the ash tray in the console with lipstick stained butts. I also lifted my skirt, accidentally on purpose, so that every time George looked across the saw my shaven pierced cunt. Nothing I did could bring him to even to tell me to cover myself. We eventually arrived home. He took several beers from the fridge & vanished to a guest room. (It's not so fucking grand. It was our oldest daughter. Rebecca's room, but there's a big tv in there, and a double bed.)
I went to our room, carrying my bags. On my last trip I took a bottle of scotch from the lounge & found an old dish to act as an ashtray. (I needed to buy some, since my smoking wasn't going to stop anytime soon. I was enjoying the hedonism too much, and bollocks to my long-term future.) While I was in the kitchen, I remembered what Sophia asked me to do, so I took a couple of bin liners upstairs too. I sat for a while, my piercings aching a little, had a drink taking stock. When my mind cleared I continued. I emptied every piece of underwear I owned into a bag, snapping a picture and sending it to Sophia. She replied asking me to log on to Facebook, so I did.
I sat in front of the laptop with a smoke & large scotch. I saw friendship requests from Sophia, personally and the shop, and from Kirsten too! (That pleased me, as I wasn't just winding George up. I did want to get into her pussy too...) I accepted all. Sophia messaged me and asked to show the pics she had taken. I didn't mind them being seen but was not ready for my kids to see me posing with my cunt on show. (Don't care now, everyone else sees my cunt so they can too!) Sophia told me of another site, Fetlife, and asked me to raise a profile there. After a few minutes I had a profile and was sort of shocked to see what was easily on show. (Check it out I dare you, you vanilla living wimps!) Sophia uploaded the pictures, all of them. We said our good nights, and I sort of hit the hay. The scotch, smokes, pain and exhilaration all took their toll on my body. I took two painkillers and was asleep in minutes.
I woke on Monday as the alarm rang. I heard George in a bathroom showering. Afterward he came in, took office clothes from his wardrobe and left, still not speaking. His defiance needed sorting one way or another. I texted my boss to say I couldn't come in, that I would be seeing a GP. I sort of hinted at a lady's issue. (Bet he didn't think it was my piercings!) I called the GP's surgery and got an appointment later that morning. After I had showered, fingering myself to a decent orgasm, I dressed in new clothes, a shelf bra, leaving my pierced nipps free to move, a tight red dress, which left the top of my tits, almost to the nipples uncovered. and black stockings, red, metal heeled shoes were the lowest I bought at 3 ½ ". I made up again, the full works, which I had decided was the way to go, now. Lots of lippy and gloss too. Breakfast and coffee, bought me my longed for first smoke. I called an old friend and asked her to meet me in a quiet country pub at lunchtime. (She may have some tips on picking up blokes). I then went to the surgery. I parked on the street, and stood smoking, with my short dress and Leather jacket, I looked like a tart up late...Maybe in for a morning after pill. (Oh, that I was young enough to be banged up!
I explained to the GP, thankfully a woman, that I had been pierced, and the ache was off putting. Talking was becoming awkward, my tongue was swelling. She asked to examine me. How could I refuse? I took my leather jacket and dress off, leaving the bra & stockings. (I heard her breathing quicken, briefly. Perhaps, as I was sans panties?) She asked me to lie down, and looked me over, making no judgement. She touched me and looked at the piercings, declaring them clean & professional. I needed to wait out the healing, cleaning them with spray antiseptic liquid. I also said I was having marital issues, at my changing sexuality, still lying down, she touched my hood piercing and I moaned. Inappropriate, I know, but asked her "Do you want to touch, properly?" Unfortunately, she shook her head. She offered me two weeks sick leave. I accepted, hoping to get my shit together in that time. Then she gave me a telling off about smoking. Having seen me outside. She gave me the sick note, a prescription for liquid pain relief, and a small paper with her number on. I didn't see this until I left! I smiled, and called her from the car, surprisingly she answered, and we fixed a lunch date for Thursday. I called George, he didn't pick up and I told him I wanted to talk and understand his anger.
I called an acquaintance, Kerry, who always looked a bit tarty, and asked her where she got her nails done. She told me a place on the edge of the town's biggest shopping centre. I called, and they were free, it being Monday. I parked on a multi-story and went to Boots the Chemist, then the nail shop, I was able to walk in. The girl asked me what I wanted & I described what Juliet had told me. She showed me a chain that went from a hole drilled into my false
nail across the back of my hand to a small bracelet, but it was clipped to fit onto charm bracelets, under my wrist. I had one in a drawer at home, so she began, they were finished red with a blue tip. They seemed huge. It was going to be impossible for a while to do domestic stuff, shame that!
Kerry, had come down hoping to catch me, almost not recognising me as I stood smoking, a breeze was blowing, so my nipples were standing up against the dress. "God you look hot girl!" I nodded. "I have never seen you smoke?"
"Thanks, I feel hot too. No not for years 'till yesterday. Now I love it again! I have a lunch date, so can't stay, sorry. Do you want to come?" Kerry nodded her head, I have seen the pictures on your Facebook! Spill what are you up to?
"Come to lunch, I'll explain on the way. Light me a fag, the packet's on the dash."
We got to the pub & Kerry & I sat outside, with her pressing me for information. I kept refusing until Suzanne arrived. Suzanne knew she was a hot trophy, blonde, boob job and the rest, married to a much older broker, 40ish, bored and even to my old self hot! Now I wanted to fuck her brains out...
Over lunch, and probably too much wine, I explained about Sophia, and then showed them the pictures, and as I was sat between them I squirmed my tight dress up and showed two friends my cunt. God, I flooded, Suzanne gasped & Kerry dipped her finger in.
"If I'd known about this I would have passed lunch!
