Chapter 1

“Ohhh—damn it!” Kayla exclaimed to herself with shoulders slumped as her second credit card was declined by the annoying little machine sitting on the counter. She’d finally gotten up the nerve to schedule her new piercing at an upscale salon, and now here she was being embarrassed by her own poor accounting habits. “One more!” she said in an upbeat tone to the pretty young clerk.

“Ok, good luck...” replied the clerk with a bit of grimace on her face.

The girl was being kind, Kayla told herself as she dared to stick her last remaining credit card into the machine. “No!” she barked in frustration with head down when the little screen read “declined.” Looking to the older man, just down the counter from her, who’d been patiently awaiting his turn, she gave him an apologetic look while mumbling “sorry for the wait.”

“Maybe you need a new sugar-daddy,” the stranger said with a slight smile as he reached out to then stick a smart looking American Express card into the payment machine. “Please, allow me.”

“Ok,” she said reflexively as she took a half-step back, not really sure she wanted him to pay, but now it appeared too late to object. “Thank you,” she said sincerely as he backed away after withdrawing his card. Now that this embarrassing moment was over, she was more than glad to follow the clerk behind a curtain, hoping now she wasn’t starting to sweat too much.

“Clitoris?” the tattooed woman she’d been led to asked, expectantly.

“Umm ... yeah ... weird huh?” Kayla asked as she followed the woman’s directions, and so stepped up to sit upon a kind of examination table.

“Not really,” the woman replied as she gathered up a tray of what appeared to be needles and other devices of her trade, setting it down now on the table beside Kayla. “I do a few a week ... sooo ... panties down.”

“Ahhh,” Kayla exclaimed softly, dreading the need now to expose her pussy to this woman. “It will hurt a lot?” she asked tensely as she slid her panties down to her knees from below her short skirt.

“Best not think about it,” the woman replied as she quickly donned some latex gloves, then nonchalantly lifted Kayla’s skirt up to expose her shaved pussy. “No hair makes it easier,” the woman said calmly as she gently parted Kayla’s knees a little then went right for Kayla’s clit, using her fingers at first to part the pussy lips a little, then to squeeze Kayla’s clit slightly.

“Ummmm,” Kayla murmured as she bit her lip to prevent her from saying more.

“An easy one,” the woman replied as she stepped back and folded her arms across her chest. “You decide on the size yet?”

“Ah, really small—like as small as you can,” Kayla replied, hoping that didn’t make her seem a coward for demanding such.

“You have a piece of jewelry selected?” the woman asked next as she took hold of a small needle from the tray, along with what looked like a small piece of cork.

“Umm ... no...” Kayla replied thoughtfully, thinking now of the fact that she had very little money to spend at the moment.

“We’ll use a place holder than—close your eyes!”

“Ummm.”

When a cold alcohol swab touched her pussy, Kayla squinched up her face, managing to just barely keep her eyes shut. The sudden pain of the needle came quickly next, followed by more pain as the cheap place-holder ring was put in place.

“All done!” the woman replied.

In a bit of a daze now, Kayla sat there for a few minutes as the woman explained how to care for the wound over the next six weeks, and when this bit was over, she was escorted out to the front counter again. Here, Kayla stopped to chat with the clerk to thank her again for being so patient with her payment problems, which was when the now slowly walking man, who’d paid the cost of the piercing for her, walked by giving but a slight nod to the two of them.

They both chuckled and shared a smile when the man was gone, with Kayla then joking, “Where’d he get pierced?” not really expecting an answer.

“Jimmy boy got it in the same place,” the girl laughed, “Well, maybe a bit lower!”

“Ouch!” Kayla replied with a smirk, watching through the shop’s window as the man continued to slowly shuffle away. “He seems a bit old for that,” she suggested.

“Get more and more like him,” the clerk replied before leaning toward Kayla to say, “He has the word ‘bitch’ in big bold letters above his junk. I know that because someone here did the tattooing, and I peeked today!”

“Wow,” Kayla replied as she laughed with the girl, who’d appeared to be in her early twenties, and so maybe a year or two younger than Kayla herself. “I should thank him again,” Kayla said as she waved goodbye.

“He’ll be easy to catch,” the clerk suggested with a grin.

“That’s a Tesla, huh?” Kayla asked as she came up to the hood of the car, which Jim, the man who’d been kind enough to pay for her, was about to get into. “Jim, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Jim replied with a surprised look on his face.

“I’m Kayla, and I wanted to thank you again. It was so embarrassing—thank you!” Kayla quickly blurted out.

“Think nothing of it,” Jim said softly as he began to look a little flush. “I ... I was glad to do it ... you’re pretty ... and ... I ... I guess it’s just fun for me to do that sometimes. But not in a creepy way!” he quickly added.

“No, no, it was gentlemanly of you,” she replied as she looked the shiny car over again. “Expensive, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, yeah. About eighty-five as this one has all the perks,” Jim replied as he hesitated a little before opening the car’s door, looking like he expected the conversation to end now.

“Ohhh, so you are a sugar-daddy,” Kayla stated with a grin.

“Umm, no, sorry not rich,” he chuckled as his face seemed to turn even redder.

The guy obviously was frustrated by her presence, Kayla could tell, and so wanted to go, which she found flattering suddenly. “So, you’ve never gone onto one of those websites?” she pressed. “That’s a shame.”

The question seemed to make the guy think for a moment, before he finally said, “I must admit that a few years ago I made some inquiries. Not as much fun as I thought it would be.”

“Oh, gold-diggers, huh?”

“Yeah, but mostly the pretty ones expected to be jetted around the world, and to have lavash gifts thrown at them. Not in the budget,” he chuckled before opening the car door a little more. “You should try out the site, I think there are some upstanding ones now.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yes! You’re more than pretty enough. But there are a lot of slimeballs out there, so think twice!”

He really wanted to leave she could see now as they continued to chat a little more. “You’re sore like me, huh?” she finally asked.

“What?” he asked with a slightly confused look on his face.

“Your ... privates—I got poked too!”

“Oh wow,” he grinned, “this day just keeps getting better and better.”

“Yeah,” she said as she stared down at the Tesla’s hood, working up the nerve to ask the question that she really wanted the answer to. “Umm ... why bitch?”

“Um, sorry?” he asked in confusion.

“On your...,” she replied nervously as she motioned across her lower belly with a hand, then quickly waved off the question and started to turn away.

“Oh,” he replied as he lowered his head in embarrassment. “They told you about that, huh?”

“Yeah, but don’t get mad at them!” she quickly said as she stepped back from the car.

“Um, ok. I guess it’s kind of cool that you know now. I mean, it’s cool to me—not maybe to you!” he said sincerely, looking worried that she might think it was disturbing.

“Oh.”

“I ... I just have it because I once had a girlfriend I wanted to impress with my devotion. But it didn’t work out. She was undeserving, I guess...” he added in a sad tone.

“Undeserving? You mean she didn’t take it seriously.”

“No, she tried, but it really wasn’t her thing. In the end she wanted me to be a strong man, I think.”

“And you’re not, even with this car?” Kayla asked with a smile.

“Ha! I guess I’m not,” he replied. “I wanted to serve her ... really, I did! But she couldn’t appreciate that—and didn’t want it in the end. Flattered at first, but then disappointed, I think.”

Kayla shook her head as she said, “That does not sound much like a sugar-daddy.”

“Oh, there are all kinds,” he replied defensively. “Hope you find yours, Kayla.”

“Maybe...,” she said absently, “Um, what was your profile name as a sugar-daddy? I’m really curious now! But if you’d rather not tell me...”

“Ahh, ah, ah,” Kayla moaned rhythmically as she was dicked by her on and off again boyfriend, Ethan, who was on top of her now. “Harder!” she demanded as she began to think about why she had to be on the bottom so much. Her short conversation outside the salon the other day, with a total stranger, had been making her think more and more about what kind of relationships she’d been having since leaving home.

“Yeah,” Ethan huffed as he turned up that pace of their fuck.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The sound of his thighs slapping against hers filled the bedroom now, causing her to moan faster, but still it felt too routine, and now the thought that he would soon shoot his seed into her was becoming unacceptable. “Stop!” she barked suddenly as she pushed him away, a little pleased now to see the confusion on his face as he reluctantly rolled off.

“You, ok?” he breathed as he worked to catch his breath.

“Yeah, just ... didn’t want the mess.”

“The mess!” he protested. “You mean my cum?”

“Something like that,” she replied as she crawled off the bed.

“Never bothered you before,” he protested.

“Sorry,” she replied as she slipped on a robe, then offered to jerk him off as she sat back down on the bed. He accepted the offer, and so laid back as she took hold of his cock. It was still lathered with her pussy juices, so she found it easy to work her hand up and down the shaft, getting moans of pleasure out of him now. Suddenly, on a whim, she used her other hands to squeeze his balls, which at first, he liked.

“Ahhh!” he protested when she apparently squeezed a little too hard.

“You’re too sensitive,” she stated as she let up a little then squeezed even harder for a moment.

“God damn!” he whined.

“Baby—take it or no hand-job,” she said with a devilish grin.

“Ok, ok!” he muttered as she stroked faster.

She knew he’d likely not fucked in quite a while, and so felt like she was in full control. When she got him really close to erupting, she suddenly stopped, getting a wail of frustration out of him. “Will you lick my hand clean if I let you cum?” she asked mischievously.

“What?” he gasped. “Baby, what has gotten into you?”

“I don’t know—now answer the question!”

“Umm ... nooo ... I’m not going to do that.”