Danielle's Piercing   
      
   Written by Janus   
   Copyright 2003   
      
      
      
   It had all gone according to plan, so far. Danielle had managed to sneak   
   out of her all-girls Catholic High School during lunch. Knowing she   
   would be conspicuous in her school uniform, the sixteen year old had   
   stuck to side streets and hoped no one would notice her telltale plaid   
   skirt and studious white button down shirt. She arrived without incident   
   at Frank's Tattoo and Piercing Parlor.   
      
   And now Danielle shivered as she waited in the flimsy hospital gown. She   
   was alone in a brightly lit room that had a single piece of furniture: a   
   large examining table with two metallic stirrups extending from one end.   
   There was also a small stand nearby that housed a variety of glinting   
   metal objects she didn't recognize. It was like she was at the doctor's   
   office.   
      
   But she wasn't. Danielle glimpsed the burly, tattooed man from the other   
   room as he tidied up the front service counter. Danielle has always   
   liked her ears being pierced but when she wanted to pierce other things,   
   her dad had steadfastly refused. She had pleaded several times to get   
   her nose pierced, but it was out of the question for her dad, a strict   
   Catholic. Her tongue and belly button were also vetoed as a possible   
   candidates. When Danielle requested her upper ear, her dad had turned   
   down that simple request as well.   
      
   Danielle was a very pretty girl. Her long, honey brown hair was always   
   perfectly coiffed and her slim tummy but curvy body always drew her   
   envious looks at school. Danielle prided herself on appearing attractive   
   but she always wanted more. That's when the thought of having her clit   
   hood pierced first entered her mind.   
      
   Danielle knew of course then that having her clit hood pierced would   
   have blown father's top off. She didn't even ask him. The problem was   
   that most piercing establishments required minors to have parental   
   consent for any piercing or tattoo work. Unfortunately, Danielle was   
   only sixteen. It had taken a lot of searching but she finally found a   
   place that would waive the parental consent requirement.   
      
   The man behind the counter, Frank, hadn't been terribly receptive of   
   breaking the law for her, but he consented after Danielle offered to pay   
   twice the regular price, up front in cash. After she paid him, he   
   instructed her to go to the back changing room and handed her a paper   
   hospital gown. Danielle thought it was odd that he wanted her to be   
   completely naked for the piercing, but she didn't argue since she didn't   
   want him to change his mind.   
      
   "All right, sweetheart," Frank said, entering the room. "Let's get this   
   show on the road before we get caught, huh?" He went to a sink and   
   started washing his hands. He called over his shoulder to her, "Why   
   don't you get on the table and put your feet in the stirrups?"   
      
   "Okay," Danielle said. Her stomach fluttered in nervous anticipation as   
   she climbed onto the table. The teenager hadn't counted on the   
   discomfort of being exposed before a stranger. She shivered again as her   
   feet slipped into the cold stirrups. "Oh well," she thought to herself,   
   staring up at the bright light fixture on the ceiling, "it'll be worth   
   it to get my hood pierced." Danielle knew she would be the envy of the   
   shower room at her all-girls Catholic school. The girls at school were   
   all starting to rebel against the years of repression. Piercing body   
   parts was the latest fad.   
      
   "Okay, kid," Frank said, wiping his hands off on a towel, "you'll have   
   to take off the hospital gown now."   
      
   Danielle blinked. "The entire gown?" she asked.   
      
   Frank nodded. "The entire gown, kid," he repeated. "We're breaking   
   enough rules today as it is. Whole gown has to come off for any piercing   
   below the neck."   
      
   Danielle hesitated only a second before reaching underneath to undo the   
   knot that held the gown shut behind her. She pulled the paper gown off   
   and handed it to Frank, who tossed it on the floor. Resisting the urge   
   to cover herself, the sixteen year old kept her hands at her sides. Her   
   tummy was perfectly flat, her pure porcelain skin almost glowing as her   
   long limbs lay on the table. She had the flawless breasts of a teenager,   
   completely firm with no sagging, crowned by a small brown aureole with a   
   pointed nipple. Her firm, apple-sized breasts betrayed her age by   
   jutting straight from her chest, even as she lay back on the table. She   
   felt her nipples harden from exposure to the cool air.   
      
   "You not shaved," Frank observed.   
      
   "Ummm, no," Danielle said anxiously. "Is that a problem?"   
      
   "The hair usually gets in the way," Frank told. "I'm gonna have to shave   
   it off, okay?"   
      
   "Well... okay," Danielle agreed reluctantly. A shaved crotch would   
   probably even get her more attention in the shower room, she decided. It   
   would make her stand out even more, raising the jealousy level higher.   
   She watched Frank as he got the shaving equipment ready. He was a   
   massive man with very large arms and shoulders. He wore only a tank top   
   that revealed the numerous tattoos adorning his arms and back. He was by   
   no means attractive and Danielle wondered if that made her more or less   
   comfortable that he would be the one to pierce her clit hood.   
      
   "Okay, this'll only take a second," Frank muttered as he approached her   
   with the clippers. Danielle flinched slightly as he ran his fingers   
   through her pubic hair.   
      
   "Hold on, there," he said. "I can't have you jerking about when I'm   
   working." So saying, he reached underneath the table and produced two   
   seatbelt-like straps that were attached to either side of the table. He   
   snapped the straps closed and adjusted them until they were firmly   
   tightened against her flat abdomen. Danielle thought that was all he was   
   going to do until she felt a strap tighten around her ankle as it rested   
   in the stirrup   
      
   "Wait, is that really... necessary?" she asked apprehensively.   
      
   Frank nodded as he secured her other ankle. "I don't want to get kicked   
   in the head if you get antsy, kid."   
      
   Danielle felt very unsure about the whole procedure now. She felt very   
   vulnerable and exposed as she lay naked before this man. She felt him   
   run his hands through her pubic hair again but she was completely   
   immobilized this time. The teenager wanted to protest again but she   
   heard the buzz of the clipper fill the room as Frank began to trim her   
   pubic hair. She looked down and saw him lean in very close to her crotch   
   until all she could see was the top of his bald head. To her relief,   
   however, he worked quickly. Her only embarrassment came when she felt   
   him touch her vaginal lips as he moved them out of the way to avoid the   
   clipper.   
      
   "All right," Frank said, cleaning her off with a brush. "Let's get the   
   shaving cream ready..."   
      
   "Shaving cream?" Danielle repeated, taken aback.   
      
   "Yeah, I'm gonna do a close shave job. You don't want it to look all   
      
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