Construction Workers, Nipple Love and No Air Conditioning.
At A Glance Author Anda Contact adastoli@yahoo.com IAM Anda When Three months ago Artist Didn't get his name Studio 3rd Eye Location Newnan, GA Yes, that's right, another installment from the girl that's too cheap to go to a shop. But wait... dear readers, this is a landmark event. That's right. I went to a shop. For what, you ask? My nipples! [You didn't think I was going to let some moron pierce me at home when it was something *that* important, did you?]
Having several friends in the piercing business, I was not about to let anyone I knew outside of work see my nipples. Nuh huh. Never a consideration. So, instead I let my piercing apprentice roommate direct me to a shop that was at least 15 miles away in the opposite direction of the infamous Little Five Points shops. So, I drove down to Newnan, Georgia to get some serious nipple piercing action done.
I walk into the shop and notice three very important things. 1) It was NOT air conditioned. [This is a bigger deal than you think. Being mid-summer in the south, air conditioning is a right, not a privilege.] 2) It was being worked on. With construction workers. Going in and out of the shop, and past the piercing room. And last, but certainly not least, 3) There was no door in the piercing room, just a curtain, that was about half an inch too short to cover the doorway. Normally, these three things by themselves wouldn't have presented a problem. But the idea of being pierced in a hot room, with construction workers traipsing by a curtain that leaves them half an inch to see through didn't exactly present itself as an enjoyable experience. Not to mention the nice stifling sensation that comes with a Southern summer. So, what did I do? I said, what the fuck, let's do this!
I sat down with the piercer and after chatting with him for a few moments and found him to be relatively good human. I asked about his techniques and he didn't even blink before answering. He knew his stuff and I'd told him that I was concerned about the size of my breasts and the rings interfering with them healing. He explained to me that I had nothing to worry about. He gave me some alternatives for dealing with DDs and nipple rings/piercings. So then came the big moment.... the cold, cold pen marking the place that my boring nipples would soon be adored with bright silvery jewelry! Once he got the placement to my liking, he put those horrible horrible clamps on my nipples. Then came the needle. He told me to start inhaling and exhaling slowly, counting along the way. One.... two.... two and a half... SWEET JESUS! The needle was through. I opened my eyes and noticed the piercer pelvis had moved over 6 inches to the left. Before I could ask what the hell he was doing, he p ointed to my leg.... it had extended when the needle went through. If he hadn't moved when he did, I was have kicked him right in the nuts! [And we all know, that would've been just horrible!]
Before I had time to blink, one ring was through and he was ready to move onto the next nipple. *This* time, he decided to move to the side to pierce me. He said, "Watch your leg this time when I pierce you. It's funny." Glad the guy had a sense of humor about it, I obliged. Sure enough, as soon as that needle went through my flesh my leg shot forward like it was on a string! While I was laughing like a maniac, he slipped the ring through and I was done.
Then the fun started.... with the adrenaline rush, the heat, the construction workers ogling through the curtain at the mad nipple and kicking action my head started to spin. Having had several piercings prior to this without any such incident, I was really confused. I was sweating profusely, my eyes started to go blurry and suddenly everyone sounded very far away. My piercer thought fast and had already grabbed a cold water and the back of my head before I hit the piercing bench. After some deep breathing I was ready to get up and *not* topple right back over. Me being thoroughly embarrassed, I slunked over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. I looked down and thought, "Hey, nice tits." Hey wait, those are *MY* tits.... and goddamn, they were pretty! The jewelry gleaned in the florescent light. My boobies looked pretty! I was so happy! I loved my boobs! I simply loved them! Whoo hooo! I was so happy with my piercer's work, I tipped him $40 and started to wa lk to my car followed by the wolf whistles from the construction workers. But I didn't even care. I had nice boobies! With rings in them! YES!