Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Nervously Karen waited in the lobby of the small tattoo and piercing parlor, surrounded by pictures on the walls of various wild and colorful tattoos. She tried to relax by thumbing through one of the magazines on the table next to her. It hardly helped, as all the women in the magazine were tattooed and pierced. She wasn't here for quite that kind of look. She was here for the piercings she needed to satisfy Ms. Wright so that she could get her contract re-upped for another year. Part of her really just wanted to leave that place forever, and never go back. Another part of her wanted to give into her wildest dreams and work there fulltime, maybe even move permanently into one of the rooms. The piercer opened the curtain and invited her into the back, into the private room. He was a large man, covered in tattoos and piercings, with an easy smile and younger than he looked. "Okay, I'm ready." He said, "Come on in and we'll see what you need." Karen rose and the man sensed her nervousness. "Don't be nervous. We're not going to do anything in here that you're not completely comfortable with, okay?" Karen smiled. "Okay." The private room was remarkably clean and neat, given the rough and tumble look of the lobby. Karen sat in the indicated seat, a leather chair similar to a dentist's. "So, my name's Jim. What are you looking to do today?" Karen pulled a piece of paper from her small purse. "I have a list." Jim laughed. "A list? Okay. For a person to come in with a list, when all she's got is some ordinary ear piercings, then she's got a story to tell. Am I right?" Karen didn't say anything. She was suddenly nervous and shy. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. Can I see the list?" Karen handed over the list. Jim scanned it quickly. He nodded. "How did you hear about my place?" he asked. "A friend recommended it. She said you do great work." "Well, she's right. This friend have a name?" Karen was a little stuck. The recommendation had come from a fellow whore at the house, who went by the name Angelcakes. Outside the club her name could be anything. "I know her as Angelcakes." "I thought so. I recognize the list. It's standard at the whorehouse she works at. I didn't figure you as a whore, you look so ordinary." "I'm only part time." "Hey, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it. I love whores. With Angelcakes, though, you can tell right away. With you, it's not obvious." "Thanks, I think." "There's a lot on this list to get done in one day. You're going to be hurting for a week or so." Said Jim, reviewing the list. "And how much is it all going to cost?" "Let's see: tits, tongue, clit, labia belly button, and ears, twice; plus the tattoos: lower back, shoulder blades, and pussy -- about a thousand dollars." Karen took a breath. She would be reimbursed for all this work if she completed her second year contract. It amounted to one nights work in the house, and she had the cash on her, so it was only a matter of saying yes. "But I'll do it on the barter system." "What?" "It's how Angelcakes paid, and probably why she recommended me. I'll do all the work, in exchange for five blowjobs." Karen smiled. "You've got a deal," she said. Jim decided to start with the piercings, because they were "quick and easy." He had Karen take off her clothes, and sit on the cool leather chair. He spent some time taking fresh piercing needles out of their sanitary plastic containers and put the jewelry to be added semi-permanently to Karen's body into an autoclave. Then, his hands wrapped safely in rubber gloves, he gently took hold of Karen's right nipple. He drew an entry an exit point on each side after gently swabbing the area with alcohol. "Take a deep breath," he said, and as she did so he pushed the needle through Karen's nipple. Karen felt a sharp pain, like a pinch, and looked down to see Jim quickly following the needle that pierced her nipple with a ring that would be in there for weeks to come. "How was that?" Jim asked, holding a small mirror up for Karen to examine herself with. "Surprising." Said Karen, "There's no blood, and it doesn't really hurt." "It may hurt more later, take some Advil if it gets too severe. Let's do the other one." Jim repeated the performance with the left nipple. Karen cried out a little at the pain. It hurt much more than the first, a combination of knowing what to expect this time plus the lack of the rush of endorphins that accompanied the first piercing. Karen had two silver loops now dangling from her nipples. "Avoid being too rough with them at first, give it a month or two to heal, and then after that you can be more aggressive with them." Next Jim had Karen spread her legs for the clitoral and labial piercings. Jim smiled at Karen's freshly shaved pussy. The clitoral piercing was a simple rod through the skin surrounding the clitoris, a vertical metal rod with little round dumbbells at the ends. The idea was that the rod would serve as a stimulant to her clit, keeping Karen at a higher state of arousal. It was the slightest pinch, and it was over. The labial piercings were even easier. Two loops were put through each lip of the inner labia. Inside ten minutes Karen had five piercings below her navel. By now her nipples were really throbbing. Jim moved up to Karen's ears, and gave her two more piercings there, for a total of three for each ear. Two in the lobes and one through the cartilage near the top of her ear. The belly button was next. A small stud was inserted in both the right and left sides of her belly button, a double piercing there as well. Jim stepped back to review his work. He smiled. Karen was breathing heavily, her naked body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Before we move onto the tongue piercings and tattoos," said Jim, "I think I'll take that first blowjob." Karen moved gingerly in the chair. When she brought her legs together she could hear the jewelry hanging from her cunt tinkle as they rubbed together. Her nipples were hard, throbbing and afraid to be touched. Here ears burned and her belly button ached. And now, for the privilege of receiving all this pain Karen was going to suck the cock of this man that she had just met less than an hour ago. Jim pulled down the zipper in front of his pants and undid he large belt buckle, letting his pants drop to the floor. Karen followed by dropping to her knees and gently biting his cock through the fabric of Jim's red checker boxer shorts. Unexpectedly her teeth touched something hard and metallic. She pulled down the boxers to reveal Jim's long, hardening cock and was surprised to see a piercing through the head of Jim's cock, and tattooed flames running up the sides. "Doesn't that hurt?" asked Karen, as she obediently licked and stroked Jim's cock. "Like a motherfucker at first, now it feels great." Said Jim, touching Karen's hair and gyrating his hips to maximize his enjoyment of Karen's willing mouth. He pushed his cock over Karen's tongue, and Karen could feel the warm metal stud roll across her tongue and touch the top of her mouth. "When you get your tongue piercings, you'll feel the stud in my cock clink against the studs in your tongue, the vibrations will feel awesome." Said Jim. Karen murmured some agreement, her mouth too full of cock to speak. Jim was starting to get into the groove of fucking Karen's face, and was pushing his cock deeper and deeper into Karen's mouth. Karen had done dozens of similar blowjobs at the club, and knew how to use her lips, tongue, throat (and just a little teeth) to give the maximum amount of pleasure to just the right parts of Jim's anatomy. She took hold of Jim's knees with her hands, and gave the sloppiest, drooliest, noisiest blowjob she could. Jim could contain himself no longer, and pushed deeper. Karen, knowing what to expect, opened her throat, and felt his cock, with the stud, touch the back of her throat just as it throbbed and gushed hot, sticky cum directly down her throat. She swallowed reflexively and could feel the cum settle in her stomach, warm and satisfying. Her pussy was so wet, and she was so excited, that Karen let go of Jim's leg and moved her hand to touch herself. She felt the piercing through her clit, and it was sore. She wanted so badly to massage herself, and cum, but it was too uncomfortable, the piercing too recent. Reluctantly, she held off satisfying herself. Jim pulled out of Karen's mouth, clinking his cock piercing on her teeth. It occurred to Karen that chipped teeth might become an occupational hazard with metal piercings entering her mouth. "That was great, Karen. Angelcakes was an amateur compared to you, believe me." Karen smiled. "Thanks," she said, rising unsteadily to her feet. Now that the excitement of the sex was over, Karen felt the pain of all her piercings, the dull ache of freshly pierced flesh reminding her of its recent mistreatment. "Okay, back in the chair, and we'll start the tattoos." Said Jim. The first tattoo went across her lower back, a black Celtic knot. It would be the most visible of her tattoos, and would also be the biggest. It took and hour, and when he was done, the tattoo measure seven inches across. It was placed perfectly in the center of Karen's lower back, and only hurt a lot when Jim brought the vibrating tattoo gun across her lower spinal cord, near the bone. The second tattoo was to be placed on Karen's back, near her right shoulder blade. A small red heart, inside of which, in black, was the Chinese symbol for "prostitute." All the second year contract girls had this symbol on their backs, and underneath they had their club names. In Karen's case, she had the word "KATJA" placed there. After this, she knew, there was no going back. The last tattoo she would get was over her pussy, in the area she had recently had hair, but it was now all expertly waxed away. Another heart, the same design as on her shoulder blade, but this one contained the Japanese symbol for whore within it. The point of the heart pointed invitingly towards her pussy. The tattooing took roughly two hours to complete. Karen was a sweaty, feverish mess. She felt tired and beaten from the tattoo gun, and the throbbing discomfort of her various piercings. Jim gave her some Advil before her last tattoo, over her pussy, and Karen wondered how she would have survived the now terrible pain without the medication. "You're a trooper, Karen, or should I call you Katja?" smiled Jim. "I'm Katja now, sir." Said Karen, slipping into her role as club whore without thinking about it. The piercings and the tattoos and the disorientation she felt was confusing her, and she felt embarrassed at having called Jim "sir." "Sit back, rest, and we'll finish this up in a few minutes." Said Jim. Karen leaned back in the chair, gingerly aware of the fresh tattoos on he back, but managed to find a position that didn't add to her discomfort. She closed her eyes, thankful for the air conditioning on her naked skin. Karen fell asleep for a minute, but soon Jim was back in the room, and she awoke to the sound of metal on metal. She took a deep breath, and knew that it was time for her tongue piercings. That's right, piercings. The club she worked, the whorehouse, used to mandate that the girls get one tongue piercing after their first year. So many girls came to the club these days with tongue piercings already that the policy was extended to a second tongue piercing, the maximum safe number, and something guaranteed to drive the average man wild. Karen, in order to satisfy Ms. Wright, had to get two tongue studs inserted tonight. As this all ran through her mind, Jim grabbed a piercer and some forceps. "Say -~Ah.'" Said Jim. "Ah." Jim grabbed Karen's tongue gently but firmly with the forceps, and pulled. He quickly and professionally lined up the piercer over the first spot in her tongue to be pierced and before Karen could prepare herself, drove a stud through her tongue. The pain was terrible, and Karen saw stars. She was barely conscious of a second stab of pain in her tongue, but soon had her tongue back in her mouth. She moved the speak, but found herself unable to do so. "Urnt." She said. "Don't try to speak, at least not yet," said Jim. Jim handed Karen a mirror, which she accepted with shaking hands. She opened her mouth, and her tongue hurt too much to move. Inside she could see two tiny silver balls, about one half an inch apart. Jim smiled, and looked her in the eyes. ""You'll be fine in a month, Katja. In the meantime, take it easy." Said Jim. "Oh, and one more thing, in a month I need you back here for my next blowjob." Karen nodded. She needed some rest.