My young body was trim and taut but not muscular, breasts firm and inviting with large erect nipples. A small red stone complemented my piercing, enhancing my vagina and keeping my engorged clitoris prominent. My legs were smooth, lean and shapely. I adjusted my golden waist chain over my hips and ran outside into the crowded street, feeling joy and satisfaction as the midday sun warmed and caressed my naked skin. I had become addicted to all the attention I received when I exhibited myself this way to complete strangers. The satisfaction I felt, on these occasions, reigned supreme. It was even better than sex.

My girlfriends back in the apartment building couldn’t believe how willing I was to accept their dare to walk the kilometre or so around the apartment building in the middle of a business day. I had stripped off in front of them and twirled around in front of the full length mirror, totally naked save for the ornamental chain which graced my hips to decorate my body and enhance my nudity. Further to this I had two small golden rings to keep my sensitive nipples deliciously erect and prominent, even when nobody was around to see me naked. When I had talked to the man who had inserted them, about further decoration, he had suggested a clit ring with a garnet stone. This had a twofold purpose. One, to highlight my pussy and bring attention to my firm hairless vagina. Two, even more importantly to put pressure on my clit, keeping it in a pre-orgasmic state even when I was wearing a dress and nobody else could see it unless the wind blew my dress upward and I did nothing to prevent such exposure. With practice, I was able to prevent an orgasm as I walked around but I was always deliciously wet and lubricated.

People around me gasped in surprise as I passed them in the busy street and I overheard three men discussing my cute little derriere in rather crude terms as they walked behind me. Every time I speeded up I could hear their footsteps quicken to match mine, several paces behind me. I had developed a walk which I could quicken or slow down as the mood took me, but today I was in no hurry so I slowed down again. Women who saw me approaching either crossed the street or held their heads down and pretended not to notice me, if my nudity embarrassed them. Men were quite different in that their street crossing was more often from the other side of the road to mine.

Every so often I would get encouraging comments as I passed by a group of people but by and large they would appear awestruck and be at a loss for words. The one thing that remained constant was that their eyes never left my body as I moved on past them. This was what I had come to expect and enjoy.

Once I had stopped to attempt a conversation with a spunky looking younger man but he was so embarrassed that he looked everywhere except at my body, as if he thought I might be offended. I was really disappointed but I carried on down the road to my destination. That had been a shorter journey than the one I had been dared to do today and with a lot less people around at the time.

There was a danger element in undertaking such a public walk, as I was doing today, knowing that I may be taken into custody by the policemen that patrolled the street from time to time. The only precaution I had taken was to go out in the middle of the day when I hoped they might be at lunch.

My walk was going so well today that I decided to extend the walk for another block. I stopped at the corner of the street and waited to cross the road. The drivers of the cars nearby stopped to let me past, waving in a friendly way and whistling their appreciation as I passed their car on the way across the road. I was getting wetter now as I reached the next block and debated whether to go on. The comments so far had been highly flattering and I wondered if the girls back at the apartment were watching me. I stopped and looked up at the building and they were waving in my direction, incredulous that I was going further than I had been dared. I could see the glint of the sun reflecting off a pair of binoculars that one of the girls was using. That did it. I carried on toward the large group of people approaching from the next corner. I was in my element now and I felt like making a day of it. It was the most wonderful dare that I had undertaken as yet. I hoped that if I got caught the girls would come to the station house and bale me out but my honour was at stake and I didn’t mind so much if they didn’t. At least it would prove that the risk factor was very real.

I could tell that the larger group were quickening their pace to see if their eyes were deceiving them or not. I carried on toward them, hoping that they would be as pleasant and understanding as the other people so far. It was a warm day but the goose-bumps on my body every time I approached new strangers were more to do with nervous anticipation of their reaction than the temperature outside. I reminisced about the times when I first began exposing my body in public while I continued to walk toward the new group. My nipples were fully erect and my body had a natural rosy hue that it normally didn’t have.

Without a doubt I was never exactly shy. From the first onset of puberty, boys had begged me to show them parts of my body that other girls had denied them. I was equally interested in the differences between boys and girls and readily obliged them as long as they returned the favour. It gave me such a thrill to see the excitement that I generated when I took off all my clothing and exhibited myself to them. As I grew older and my breasts developed the boys would become even more excited and ask me if they might touch them.

By now I was by far the most popular girl in the class and I often forgot to wear knickers when I went to school. I loved the freedom and it made it easy to attract the attention of some of the boys that I liked to show off to. Some of the girls were jealous of all the attention that I was getting and wouldn’t speak to me. Others would dare me to walk home through the bushy areas of the park that ran alongside of the main road home, naked, and meet me a some prearranged spot on the far side with my clothes. It was always a thrill to accept the dare and hand them my dress and blouse before heading through the park. Many a time I was nearly seen by adult strangers and I used to hide behind the bushes while they went by.

One day I was caught unawares and came across two men and a lady as I emerged from the bushes. My first reaction was to run back into the bushes and hide myself away but by now I was so used to being seen by my classmates I decided to carry on. Strangely, they didn’t say a word but I could tell that they were shocked to see me this way and they watched me until I was out of sight. From then on I realised that I was different to most of my classmates. They would have been far too embarrassed to continue their journey and hidden themselves away. That is, if they had the nerve to do what I was doing in the first place.

That was also the first time that I felt a strange sensation in my loins that came from my heightened nerves as I resolved to brazen it out. It was hard to describe but it felt very pleasant to know that I had their full attention. When I reached the pre-arranged spot the girls handed me my clothes and begged me to tell them how it felt to be discovered like that. It seems that they had been watching from a distance and marvelled at my audacity in not hiding myself away. I was the centre of attention as they hung on my every word while I did my best to explain the thrill that I felt. In those days it was a little harder to explain but now I knew that the feeling came from a pre-orgasmic rush.

It was also the same four girls that were watching me from the safety of their apartment building now. Although it was ten years since I undertook that dare and they were living in a big city now, nothing had changed that significantly. I was visiting them and we were reminiscing about our school days when the current dare cropped up.

My school friend’s flatmate, Monica, was listening to us recounting a few of the exploits during my early days when she scoffed at some of the details and made it obvious that she thought we were winding her up.

“Nobody would go out in public like that! You guys must think I’m simple or something.” She laughed and got up to make a cup of coffee for all of us. As much as my girlfriends tried to convince her that what we were talking about was all true, there was no persuading her otherwise and eventually she made me this dare. Over coffee, she looked in her purse and withdrew five new twenty dollar notes and placed them on the table.

“There!” She said confidently. “Its lunchtime at the moment and there shouldn’t be too many people about. Lets see you walk around our apartment building out in the street with nothing on then.”

Monica had a really smug, confident look about her. It was as if she knew that I wouldn’t dare take her up on it.

My four school friends looked at me to see what I would say. Immediately I finished my coffee, I stood up and began to take my clothes off. I didn’t say a word. I had only been wearing a short skirt and a blouse. Amidst silence and astonished looks from my friends I was soon naked and heading for the front door.

“See you soon Guys.” I waved as I walked out the door and into the elevator, leaving their front door open.

I was staying with them for two or three days and I was totally unable to resist the challenge of walking around the building in the nude. Now that I knew they had the binoculars trained on me I was determined to show them that I was as daring as ever. The money that Monica bet me was secondary to my pride.

Back to the present and the group were only a few feet away from me now.

Now the group were staring at me with a mixture of admiration and disbelief, clearly unable to comprehend the way an attractive young lady could walk through a busy street with no clothing on.

“Excuse me Miss.” One of the men in the group manage to say as they drew alongside. “Are you doing this for a movie and perhaps we can’t see the camera?”

I smiled warmly at them and stopped. They were a mixed group of well dressed business people and they seemed to be polite and curious. Seven people in all and they were well groomed professional or office workers. The three ladies were admiring my body as much as the men that were with them with them. I sensed that there would be no harm in having a brief conversation with them before continuing my walk.

“No, I’m doing it for a bet.” Pointing up to where my friends were standing on the small balcony outside the apartment, I continued the conversation and told them about the dare. The men stood, open mouthed while the two ladies seemed to understand my reasons perfectly.

“Really? You only had to walk around the block and you actually decided to go a bit further for good measure?” One of the ladies started to smile. She gave me her business card and spoke again.

“Here! You might need this if you make a habit of taking dares like that.”

I looked at the card and noted that she was a barrister, specialising as a public defender. I thanked her and after a brief conversation I continued on my way. Holding the card I looked back and waved at them, gratified that they were watching me still. By now there were people coming out of other buildings on both sides of the street and pointing in my direction. Cars were stopping and parking, if they could find a parking space, and I was attracting a lot more attention from people in the surrounding area. I quickened my pace slightly as I turned the next corner and made my way down the side street. I smiled, keenly aware that everybody I came across was stopping whatever they were doing and watching my progress. The next street was more of a residential area and traffic was a bit lighter, being off the main thoroughfare, so I quickened my pace as I made my way to the road leading back to the main street beyond the apartment building that I had left from. The walk was without further incident and nobody actually approached me, although I was aware that many people were watching me during the time that it took. Cars that passed hooted their horns and the occupants waved and shouted their comments. Of course this attracted attention from the residents and I saw people looking out their windows. I breathed a sigh of relief as I reached the next side-street leading back to the main road.

I was now confident that I might make it all the way back to the apartment without being arrested. The only thing that worried me was that I would end up being placed in the care of a court appointed psychiatrist in the same way that I was back in my school days when I finally got caught. For over a year I had to attend a clinic where this idiot quack couldn’t decide whether I was a nymphomaniac or just suffered an advanced form of narcissism. Either way it was all just psychobabble as far as I was concerned at the time.

It was a shame that my parents felt that they had to move away from town afterward and live in the country for a while. They made sure that I wore long pants and didn’t let me wear a dress again for a long time. There were nowhere near enough flashing opportunities in my tender formative years after that. I studied by correspondence and kept in touch with my friends as best I could. I wasn’t able to indulge my passion again until I reached university standard and my parents sent me to a good residential university. Luckily they needed nude female subjects for the art classes and of course I volunteered with a huge degree of alacrity, but that’s another story. Lets say I was probably the most popular model in the history of the art school, both with the teachers and the students. It was there that I was encouraged to shave my pubic area and I eventually gave up wearing panties altogether.

Now, I was nearing the main road again and I looked forward to completing my walk. My feet were beginning to hurt and I looked forward to Monica’s reaction when I returned to the apartment and put my feet up. There seemed to be even more people around on the main road and I could see a crowd gathering at the next corner. There must have been at least thirty people that I could see from here and they were all looking in my direction. The blood circulation had improved during my walk and I was literally in the pink. My nipples were straining and as hard as walnuts. The thought of walking through the crowded footpath with all those people staring at my naked body had brought my nerves to a peak and my body was quivering all over. I was thoroughly wet and I slowed down to let the feeling last as long as possible. As I made my way through the eager throng I was pleased to note that the lady that had given me her card was one of the first people that I encountered. I held up the card to show her that I had kept it and gave her a wide smile as I approached her.

“Go on sweetie. You’ve almost made it.” She encouraged me as I walked by. The comments were coming thick and fast as I nodded my head and acknowledged all my fans. It seemed like the entire neighbourhood was stretched out for the last hundred yards or so before I reached the entrance to the apartment. I looked up at the balcony and my friends were all waving excitedly. In addition to them I could see other people standing on adjoining balconies. They were all watching me too. I had achieved celebrity status in the time that it had taken me to walk around the block. Slowing right down, I acknowledged every comment as I walked the last few yards to the steps of the main entrance and smiled warmly at everybody. They had created a pathway for me by standing aside as I walked toward them to give me room to make my way through the crowd. Probably because I was naked, everybody gave me plenty of space and didn’t try to make physical contact with me. An increasing murmur grew to a spontaneous cheer as I walked up the steps and toward the automatic glass doors of the building. I stopped and turned back toward the crowd before the doors opened wide. I waved to them and bowed slightly in each direction, smiling excitedly, then walked through the doors to the passenger lifts. By now, as I waited for an elevator car, I could see many eager faces watching to see me get in the first elevator to arrive at the ground floor. Waving, I got in the lift that arrived and pressed the third floor button. To my disappointment there was nobody else in the elevator on the way up.

The clock in the lift indicated that I had been away from the apartment for only forty minutes but I was totally exhausted and quite glad to be back. It seemed a lot longer and I was keyed up with excitement. My friends were waiting in the hallway and they ushered me inside and pointed to my clothes.

I sat down, still naked, and let out a huge sigh of relief. I didn’t put my clothes back on immediately because I really needed a shower before I got dressed again.

Everybody wanted to speak at once but Monica apologised for not believing me before and cheerfully handed me the hundred dollars. She was now keen to hear all about my previous exploits. I promised her that I would tell her all about my university years as soon as I had refreshed myself in the bathroom and I was more composed.

I had just arrived back at the apartment and I was totally wound up with nervous tension after my latest outing in public. As usual I felt a mixture of emotions that were both confusing and elating at the same time. The compulsion to shock, titillate, surprise or possibly ingratiate myself toward complete strangers had been as strong as ever. During my walk I had deliberately taken much longer than necessary to win the dare and even stopped to talk to a mixed group of well to do, professional people that I had met on the way. The sexual thrill of being naked, out amongst the general public on a busy city street, always kept me coming back for more and taking progressively greater risks to achieve satisfaction. It was like a drug.

I stepped toward the shower and felt the first soothing droplets caress my skin as I stepped toward the main force of the water. I stood for a while before I looked around for the soap and face cloth, feeling the tension leave my body.

After soaping myself up I directed the main flow of water toward my genitals and was rewarded with a welcome orgasm as the water cascaded directly on my clit ring. I slid to the floor, convulsing with the most intense feelings that I had come to expect in such a situation.

I moaned with pleasure and thought about the way I had been so recently introduced to Monica when I knocked on my friend’s apartment door after so many years. I was immediately attracted to her almost boyish good looks and her unusual short shaggy hairstyle. She had a lovely petite figure and a flawless tanned complexion that reminded me of a young Greek girl named Nana that I had known at university. She had been highly talented at drawing and painting and had begged me to volunteer to act as a model in the art classes that she was attending. When the teacher interviewed me and mentioned the shortage of young girls that were prepared to pose nude in mixed classes, I immediately agreed to help out. After only a few sessions I noticed that the classes were becoming more popular among the students and the teacher was very pleased with my willingness to adopt more explicit poses than the other models had in the past.

Nana had praised my muscle tone and asked me to shave off my pubic hair completely for one session. The class was doing a project, using the original Olympic games as a theme. Nana showed me history books with illustrations of the athletes in various sporting poses. The subjects were all quite naked and totally hairless around the genitals so I readily agreed to co-operate.
Later that night, Nana came to the bathroom with me and asked if she could help me to prepare for the class the next day. I stripped off my nightdress and adopted the position that she suggested as the safest way to accomplish the task, right under a strong light source.

She used her scissors to remove the bulk of my pubic hair and every time the cold metal came into contact with my engorged vaginal lips I tensed with fear and asked her to be careful. I found the experience strangely exhilarating in spite of the humiliating position that Nana had placed me in, sitting on the edge of the vanity leaning backward with my legs resting on her shoulders. I realised that the delicate nature of what she was doing to me required close inspection of my genitals and intense concentration on her part. It was embarrassing when the other girls came in to use the toilet while we were there and noticed what we were doing. Each time, I had to remain in position while Nana explained the reason for her face being inches away from my crotch to different young ladies. Even worse, my nipples were fully erect and the excited state of my genitals couldn’t possibly have escaped their attention. There was now a lot less hair to disguise this. Finally, Nana produced a shaving brush and lathered up the entire area. She skilfully stretched out my skin and shaved my entire pubic area along with the inner cheeks of my bottom for good measure. She washed the area and dried me, with a glazed look in her eyes, complementing me on my new appearance.

“Wow!” She exclaimed. “I’ve got some depilatory creme in my shaving kit. After a few applications the hair won’t come back so abundantly and it will thin right out. Would you like to try it?”

In a trance as I looked at the results and liked what I saw, I nodded my head and asked if it would burn or have any other detrimental effects.

“Of course not. I use it all the time myself. Look!” Nana lifted her nightdress and pointed toward her smooth pubic area. I had never seen her naked before and it surprised me that she shaved her genital area this way. She was normally very conservative and didn’t mix with the other girls or bathe with them in the shower room. Although she wasn’t dating any boys that I was aware of and kept to herself I suspected that she may be attracted to me and I was filled with curiosity, not exactly repulsed at the prospect of a lesbian relationship with her. That night we both experienced a tentative mutual exploration of each others body and subsequently rearranged our sleeping arrangements afterward. Her father was a wealthy businessman and had insisted on paying for her own private room when he enrolled her. She even had her own en suite bathroom and she invited me to move in with her.

The next day she insisted on preparing me for the art class by oiling up my body to emphasise my muscular definition. I was unprepared for the delicious increase in sensitivity that resulted from being shaven down below. I walked with her to the art class, dressed only in a loose fitting smock and felt a strong compulsion to take it off and reveal my new look to all the other students that passed us by.

“Don’t you dare.” Whispered Nana urgently when I mentioned it to her. She blushed and said; ” I would never live it down. Please leave it till we get to class.”

I unbuttoned my smock as I walked to the centre of the room where all the students were preparing their easels for the new work. When I dropped my smock on the chair there was a collective gasp of approval as I stood before them all. Normally I would have assumed a reclining pose on a couch but today it was to be an action shot of a discus thrower so I waited for the teacher to instruct me on the position that I had to depict. All eyes were on me and the sensual feelings that I experienced were overwhelming. Nana looked in my direction with such pride and excitement written in her eyes that I knew that I really looked wonderful. Nana did some of the best work that I had ever seen her do that day.

I was in such hot demand as a model that I struggled through my own studies for the next two years. Not only the art class but ceramics and sculpture classes wanted me and were prepared to pay more than the usual honorarium to secure my services. Needless to say I acquired many new friends and was often asked to pose in secluded areas of the university grounds for their outdoor studies.

I started getting into trouble after Nana graduated and went back to Greece. With her around, to keep me in line, I had restricted my naked exploits to supervised art classes and the occasional private session for my new lover. Nana and I were good for each other and she and I helped each other in a lot of different ways. Once she graduated and her father insisted on her attending a finishing school in Switzerland, it broke up our happy relationship and I realise now that my other friends were not as protective as Nana had been.

At the time I only wanted to get over my heartbreak and in retrospect I now realise that I probably allowed myself to be used for their kinky entertainment. From posing in progressively more public areas of the campus I accepted dares to walk around outside the confines of the university grounds, where I could be seen by members of the public. In the last six months of my studies I had often been caught and admonished by the university faculty members for my behaviour. None of them really got through to me and my friends laughingly encouraged me to be even more daring than the previous time.

My parents had totally disowned me after bailing me out of police custody when I was caught, yet again, in a public area with no clothing on, just before I graduated with an arts degree. Again, I had been dared to leave the safety of the university grounds and walk into town. I hadn’t reached the pre-arranged meeting spot to collect my clothes when a police patrol arrested me and took me into custody. Luckily, the judge believed that it was just a silly student prank and didn’t insist on a psychiatric report. If he had, I would still be under the care of some other Quack that thought I could be helped to give up my main passion in life. No Chance!!!

I was sad about bringing disgrace on the family again and I knew that Mum and Dad would get over it one day but I was old enough to make my own way in life. I promised that I would make them proud of me one day and guaranteed that I would pay them back as soon as I could. I accepted that I couldn’t keep ringing them up and asking for their assistance every time I got into trouble and tearfully bade them farewell. Once I got a regular job and a nice place to live I would send them the money that I owed them and beg their forgiveness. At the time, I was reasonably sure that nothing short of me entering a convent would bring about a change of heart. The stony determined look on both their faces as the drove away brought fresh tears to my eyes as I waved my hanky in the direction of their car. They never looked back.

I dried myself off and combed my hair away from my face and made it presentable. I borrowed some sweet scented perfume that I found in the cupboard and freshened myself up properly. I didn’t normally wear makeup during the day and I had that sweet country girl look that I loved as I checked out my image in the mirror. I walked back out to the lounge and I was conscious of the approving looks from the other girls as I slipped my skirt back on and buttoned up my blouse, smiling triumphantly at them as I took my place at the table with them. Sally and Sheryl were working for an accountant and were set up to work at home, three days a week. They made good money and gave themselves spare time to spend, reacquainting themselves with my current situation and were very pleased when I showed up at the door.

I already knew that Carla and Cynthia worked at a city restaurant in the evenings and hadn’t long been awake when I arrived. They had just finished breakfast when I showed up just after 11am. At this stage I wasn’t sure what Monica did for a living but obviously she worked unusual hours too. She certainly must be doing well, to bet me $100-00 so readily, and she didn’t seem to mind losing the money in order to witness my nude walk out on the street. She had been more excited than all the others when I arrived back at the apartment. It was quite a luxurious flat and they seemed to have plenty of good quality furnishings. It would seem that my old buddies were well set up, just on the outskirts of a lovely coastal city, with good, well paying jobs.

My purse was beside the chair where I had left it and I placed the hundred dollars inside before I took a sip of the steaming hot drink that somebody had placed on top of the money. I took another quick look at the business card that I had been given by the well presented lady that I had met on the street. In the back of my mind I had considered the possibility that I may need it so I carefully placed it in a separate compartment of my purse.

“Well, it seems that I got away with that one this time.” I breathed.

The admiring looks from my good friends told me that they still had a lot of respect for me but the look on Monica’s face was of pure adulation.

“I would never have believed it.” She said. ” I wasn’t expecting you to take me up on the challenge so enthusiastically. I’m glad you didn’t get caught. I would never have forgiven myself if you had got into trouble on my account.

Suddenly they were all talking at once and I found myself answering all their questions and laughing at some of their more amusing dating experiences in the city. None of them had become close to any one particular man and they were playing the field. They were all reasonably attractive and didn’t have too much trouble finding somebody to go out with on a regular basis. They had a golden rule about bringing boyfriends back to the apartment though. They had all agreed that any interaction other than polite conversation took place elsewhere. A ten minute stopover while they collected an overnight bag was the maximum allowable time in the apartment in the company of any man. There was a tacit agreement that warning would be given of any intended visit and time would be limited to the minimum possible.

The standard excuse was that they all worked odd hours and the other girls liked their privacy. They explained that there were only three large bedrooms and Monica used to share with an older girl that had recently moved to a neighbouring city to live with the man of her dreams.

A regular correspondence regime with Carla had kept me in touch with the four and I knew what they all did for a living. They had told me all about their flash apartment from the time that they moved in and were always suggesting that I come to visit them. It was a tourist oriented city with cruise boats calling regularly and they promised an exciting nightlife in the many venues that they told me about. They hadn’t mentioned that they shared with Monica or told me anything about her at all. It was a complete surprise when I met her for the first time and she was so sceptical about my favourite past-time. On reflection, I suppose they had no reason to tell her about me beforehand or to discuss my penchant for exposing my body in very public situations. Perhaps they thought that I had grown out of it and had settled down by now to a more modest existence.

I would have certainly dispelled that belief when I rose to Monica’s challenge. I liked her straight away and I was so glad when the others said that I would be sharing her room. It seemed that Monica was quite happy to share with me if I wanted to stay longer than a few days. They all contributed to the rent and utilities equally and the cost was quite affordable. I agreed to look for work and stay on if they were all happy for me to stay with them. They asked me what I had done since my graduation and sat back to listen to the account of my recent past

In the year since I had left the small university town where I had spent the last three years, I had been searching for a satisfactory job and drifted around the country. Everything I owned was in the suitcase that I had with me and I had financed my travels with nude modelling work or on one occasion more recently, as a stripper in a classy nightclub. It had been good money and it was where I had come into contact with the man in the tattoo parlour. He had done my piercing work at half price in return for modelling his work for some of his other customers later on that evening.

The girls begged me to tell them all about that episode of my life. They were blatantly curious about piercing in particular. They couldn’t imagine holding a piercing gun against their sensitive nipples and piercing them like an earlobe. Monica was especially curious about my clit ring.

“Surely they don’t do it the same way as….” She hesitated and pointed to her earlobe. I laughed and put them straight.

“Goodness me no. What do you guys think I am? Some sort of masochist bimbo that would let somebody loose with a thing like that?

They looked at each other nervously, worried that they might have offended me.

“Greg, his name was, was a true professional at piercing sensitive areas of the human body. He even had a stud through the head of his penis as well as nipple rings of his own, you know!” I told them how we met.

Greg used to be a regular patron at the nightclub that I worked at. I would often see him in the audience and when my act was over he would invite me to have a drink with him sometimes. He talked me into coming over to his studio to see some of his work and before long I agreed to have nipple rings inserted. Under a local anaesthetic he had clamped my nipples and quickly pierced both nipples, inserting two small golden rings. The reaction of my employer was very positive and the patrons paid me even more complements than usual. A few weeks later I accepted Greg’s advice and considered the genital placement that he offered me on the special deal. I had been fascinated with the prospect of decorating my pubic area in some way and the other girls that I worked with had encouraged me to try it. The literature that Greg provided me suggested that a clit ring would provide constant stimulation and improve the feelings of sexual awareness in that important area of my body. The weight of evidence suggested that it could only enhance my sex life so with a degree of trepidation I allowed Greg to do it.

I remember feeling slightly nauseous as I lay back on the table and the butterflies were running riot in my belly when I opened my legs fully and allowed Greg to secure my knees and ankles so the expected involuntary reaction of being pierced through the clitoris wouldn’t distract Greg at the critical moment. I could feel his breath on my sensitive vaginal lips as he examined me and marked the exact spot that he intended to pierce. There was a small amount of pain as he clamped my swollen clitoris but by now I was in a pleasurable pre-orgasmic state and I closed my eyes. His voice was soothing as he told me to relax completely and trust him. I thought about Nana and remembered fondly how we used to pleasure each other. I hardly noticed the sharp pain as the placement was done and Greg untied my knees with a broad beaming smile and showed me the results of his work in the mirror. Although there was a small amount of blood in the area the ring was in place and it looked so perfect. I was in a euphoric state as I gingerly swung my legs off the table after Greg had gently wiped the area and told me that I would have to be careful not to let the area get infected for at least two weeks. In a daze I listened as he explained the after-care procedure and gave me a bottle of liquid steriliser to use. He warned me not to attempt to have sex until the healing process was over and suggested that I have a few nights off from my job. Greg showed me a beautiful reddish stone set in a ring which he promised to replace the original plain gold ring with, once I was fully healed. He explained that by then the procedure would be totally painless and it would be his privilege to do the placement for free.

The following week, by the time I went back to work, the area was fully healed in my opinion but I followed the instructions none the less. I noticed that any movement brought extremely pleasurable feelings to the fore and I was glad that I had agreed to the procedure. The other girls that I worked with were in awe of the way my body was always in a sexually excited state and bombarded me with questions about the placement.

I wore shorter skirts after that and became more careless about the way I sat down. At home, I had always loved the feel of whatever material the upholstery was made of as it made contact with my naked bottom and made a point of lifting my skirts behind me as I sat down. Now I found myself doing it in public, wherever I happened to be, whether out in the park or in a restaurant. I wanted people to notice me all the time. Without being dared, I would occasionally find a secluded spot and take off my clothes and hide them behind a bush and walk around the pathways in the park, making sure that as many people as possible saw me.

When I went back to Greg for the second placement appointment there were a few of his clients in the waiting room and he invited them into the studio to watch. I was apprehensive at first but I had promised him that I would model for him anyway so I guess it didn’t really worry me that much. I removed my skirt and top and stood there with my foot on a chair while Greg explained both procedures to his clients. Then he asked me to get up on the table so that he could do the actual placement. By now I was thoroughly wet and orgasmic. I was slightly embarrassed by the musky scent of my sex lingering in the air as I opened my legs fully to allow the placement, blushing and apologising for being so wet. Greg used this as a sales point and explained to the clients that the nature of the placement produced these uncontrolled feelings and frequently caused an orgasm at the most unexpected times. The moment he touched me I closed my eyes and began to shudder and moan, totally unable to prevent my most public orgasm yet. I was unable to move because Greg was now placing my new ring. The moment my orgasm had subsided he skilfully removed the other ring and placed the new one. It was so embarrassing and yet there were only looks of silent admiration among the assembled guests. As Greg had promised me, it didn’t hurt a bit. When I stood up again there was a murmur of approval from the five guests and they discretely clapped and complemented the new look. I gave them a shy smile and told them that it felt great. I put my top back on and slid into my skirt, grateful that the spectators had been so understanding. At least there were no raucous comments from them which might have added to my embarrassment. I expected those at the nightclub but I had never orgasmed before with more than one other person present. When we had finished talking I took my leave and left the group, promising Greg that I would come back later that night to model the placement for his other clients.

The additional weight tugging at my clit kept me in ecstasy as I walked down the street and the breeze had the strangest effect on me as it caressed my genitalia. I had an almost overwhelming urge to remove my clothing and walk the short distance to work totally naked.

Luckily a police patrol passed by and I remembered my last run in with the law. That served to keep me focussed on making it to work without incident. That night I was the star of the show. The applause rang in my ears as I allowed the patrons to view my new jewellery up close. It took all my weakening self control to remain professionally detached and keep within the law, whenever I took my turn on the stage. I kept thinking about the private show that I would be putting on later that night at the piercing studio

At that point of my story we were interrupted by Carla who reminded Cynthia that they had to leave for work soon. They had all but forgotten what time it was and they needed to get ready for work and go in the next twenty minutes. Cynthia made me promise to continue the story the next day.

“You are going to stay on aren’t you Katrina? We all want you to stay on and we’ll help you out until you find a job between us. Won’t we girls? They all nodded and joined in.

“Sure we will.” C’mon Katrina Say you’ll stay. You’ll love it here! They were all speaking at once.

With little or no discussion between them, they all welcomed me with open arms as their new flatmate. What else could I say?

“I’ll try to get a job as soon as possible. Thanks guys.”

I was overwhelmed by curiosity about Monica since it seemed that she may become my roommate now, assuming that I would find work, so I asked her what her work hours were. I said that that would help me decide what type of work to look for. I was ready to try something new but I was unsure of what I might like to do, by way of a career.

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