Adorned, by Salt
Chapter 1
“Come on, Anne! You’re doing great!” said Shannon
“I don’t know” replied Anne
“What do you possibly have to complain about? You’ve got a cushy forever job that lets you rent alone in the fucking city, I have no clue how you can maintain THAT figure so easily, and you look gorgeous, girl” said Shannon.
She had a point, Anne thought. She had everything going for her, but still she felt bored. Anne looked over her drink at her childhood friend. Shannon was a blonde with shoulder-length hair. She wore a ton of makeup, especially eyeliner and her face was marked with what a dozen or so piercings in her nose, tongue, lip, and ears. Shannon was clearly living a more carefree life than her—while Anne was sitting at home watching Netflix most nights, Shannon enjoyed the company of men.
“Honestly, it just feels so powerful, y’know?” Shannon said. “Guys like to make it about some kind of conquest, but I feel like I’m the one conquering them. I allow them into me, and that’s just so empowering. You should try it”
“I’m not that kind of girl, Shannon” said Anne, rolling her eyes. It wasn’t the first time she waxed poetic about one night stands.
“Look, all’s I’m saying, is you’re bored because you’re stuck in a routine. You’ve never even had your ears pierced for fuck’s sake, live a little, when’s the last time you’ve ever had someone over?”
“A couple months ago” It was actually three years ago with her college boyfriend when they graduated.
“Bull-shit. Look, you can sit around and wait for things to change without doing anything, or you can try.”
“Well what do you suggest I do?” said Anne. “Start batting my eyelashes around and take home the first tool I see?”
“Nah, you’ve gotta be in the right mood for it. Here’s the deets for my piercing guy”
“Why do I need piercings?”
“Just—just, look. Like I said, you’re so closed off you don’t even have ear piercings. Trust me, you start feeling a whole lot different with some glitz on you” Shannon explained, with a slight emphasis on the word “different”
Might as well humor her and take the card, Anne thought. She took the business card from Shannon. It simply read, with white text on black, TRANSFORMATIVE ALTERATIONS, along with the address and phone number. How transformative could they possibly be? It’s just bits of metal.
That night, Anne went home, tossed her hoodie on the ground and slumped into bed. After another hour of conversation and catchup with Shannon at the bar, Anne felt drained enough to go home, and Shannon had a generic 6-foot-something pretty boy say a clever enough pickup line to her, so they went their separate ways for the evening. In bed, she stripped to her underwear and pulled our her phone to try and get a quick hit of dopamine to help her sleep. Anne didn’t masturbate often, because it often wasn’t worth the effort. Tonight was one of those times. While porn women would practically cum just from having their nipples played with, Anne’s felt like a tickle at best. Rubbing her clit gave some small amount of pleasure, but after about half an hour it went numb from the overstimulation without any real orgasm coming. She thought about what Shannon must be up to right now, whether they’re still in the act or whether she’d finished her “conquest” by now. Frustrated, she put her phone on the nightstand and went to bed.
The next day, Anne awoke tired. She hadn’t slept very well. It was a Saturday, so she fried some eggs, changed into her workout clothes and went for a 3 mile run to the park and back to shake off her grogginess. She couldn’t help but question why women’s activewear was all designed to be so revealing and skintight—she couldn’t help but feel men’s eyes on her ass, boobs and waist while she jogged, as though she was a display piece for them. She turned up her music and ran harder until she got home.
After a quick shower to remove the sweat, she jumped onto the couch for a productive day of binging netflix and reddit. As she reached for the remote, however, she noticed her jeans from last night sitting in the doorway. The business card for Transformative Alterations was poking out of the too-small women’s sized back pocket.
I’m not doing anything else today, she thought with a shrug.
I might as well be able to actually wear those earrings that Marcus got me for my birthday four years ago.
Anne got up, got dressed, and, card in hand, went to the parlor.
About a 10 minute walk from home, Transformative alterations was exactly what you’d expect. It was a small, dark commercial unit on a side street with barred front windows that smelled distinctly like disinfectant. She was the only customer and was greeted by a stout man reading a magazine behind the counter. He had short black hair and a short scraggly beard. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal intricate tattoo sleeves down both arms, and there was some chest ink peeking out on his shirt.
“Hey there, I’m Lucas, welcome to TA. Did you have something specific in mind or just browsing?”
“Just... browsing” said Anne, as she looked at the displays. There were tattoo designs on display, along with prices, as well as jewelry for piercings.
“Interested in getting inked or getting pierced today?”
“Pierced, actually... My friend Shannon told me to come here”
“Oh yeah I know Shannon, did a lot of work on her, she’s a great gal.” Lucas looked her over. “I guess you don’t want anything as extreme?”
“No, I don’t even have my ears pierced, I thought I’d get that today”
“Oh great, the piercing is free with the purchase of some jewelry to match. Take a look around and see if there’s anything you want”
Anne paused at a cabinet that simply had the label “Special”. There were no prices listed, but there were a few items. First, a pair of plain earrings with the label “Adventure”. There was a single stud below that said “Display”. A short bar with “Savor”, two bars labeled “Electrify”, and finally, a single bejewelled stud that said “Everything”.
“What’s special about these?” Anne asked, gesturing to the display case
“Oh, those are some special ones I’ve had for a while. They bring out the most of someone, but I think most of them are a bit more than what you’re looking for.” replied Lucas.
Anne stared at the Adventure earrings. Adventure is what she’d been lacking. Shannon was right, she was too routine. She needed to do something new.
“No, I’ll get the earrings” she said, confidently.
“Oh, in that case, that’s great!” He clapped his hands together. “Just sit over here in this chair and I’ll get you sorted out real quick.”
Lucas beckoned her to a chair next to the front desk and got his instruments ready.
“Just a little poke now” he said, and sure enough Anne felt a sharp pain in her ear lobe as he pushed the needle through. Her eyes watered up at the sudden sting. Lucas quickly repeated the process with her other ear, and immediately put her earrings on. As they clicked into place, the stinging pain from the piercing immediately faded away. Anne felt a chill flow down from her head all the way to her toes, lingering in her stomach. It gave her goosebumps all over.
“And all done! I forgot to mention that the whole set has a special coating that basically heals the hole immediately. No clue how it works, but it’s pretty cool stuff! Normally you’d have to wait a while to put anything in” Said Lucas, putting his tools into sanitizer.
Anne reached up and felt her new earrings. They felt smooth and cool to the touch, and something about them felt strangely exciting. She looked into the mirror and saw these rings of metal that were now a part of her body. Anne was thrilled, and she could almost feel a hint of pleasure as she rubbed their smooth surface.
Arriving home from the parlor, Anne immediately stripped to her skin. The act of doing something as out of the ordinary as getting her ears pierced, modified irreversibly was getting her off. Jumping onto her bed, Anne reached her left hand up to her new earring and one hand down to her needy pussy. She ran one finger along its silvery metal in unison with her fingers along her pussy and let out an involuntary gasp from the pleasure. She didn’t want to waste this occasion, so she tried to slowly trace circles on her clit with one hand while toying with her new earring with the other, but the need got the better of her and she quickly started rubbing harder and harder. Her pussy tensed up and she felt her new earrings burning as Anne moaned with pleasure as she came. She hadn’t felt an orgasm that powerful in a long time.
Although she lived alone, Anne sheepishly looked around in embarassment at the loud racket she’d made, and hoped nobody could hear her through the walls. She put her pajamas on and tried to continue her day as planned, but twice during her TV binge she had to pause, strip down again and tend to her sudden horniness.
As Anne came down from her third orgasm of the day, she realized two things.
First, she was hungry
Second, she was hungry for a cock
It wasn’t anything unusual—even when she was dating, orgasms made her really want vaginal sex afterward. Of course, Anne wasn’t too into casual hookups so the two didn’t really go hand in hand as of late. While reheating leftovers for dinner, Anne convinced herself that this was something she could try. After all, Shannon did it all the time, so it couldn’t be too hard, right?
After wolfing down her food, Anne dressed in her usual jeans, black V-neck and a hoodie and went to the bar. She figured, she could sit around and some acceptable guy would probably come along for her to take home. The idea of taking a man home was already making her wet.
Anne sat down at the bar with a soda water and waited. After half an hour, she was getting confused. She thought it was supposed to be easier than this. The prospect of having to approach a man to take home was terrifying, but her horniness eventually overwhelmed her fear as she turned to the man next to her.
“Hey, what’s your name? I’m Anne” she said
“Oh, hi Anne, I’m Mark” he replied, surprise in his blue eyes. He did look good, with a strong jaw and medium length brown hair. But Anne wasn’t looking for a pretty face.
“Are you, uh, single?” she said, avoiding eye contact
“Yeah, are you?”
“Yeah...” she didn’t know where to go with this. Did she need to make small talk? The entire concept of what she was doing was insane to her—would have been insane to her, yesterday. She fidgeted, reaching up and touching her earring. There was a jolt that went straight to her pussy. God, she needed to fuck right now.
“Come home with me. Now.” she said, looking straight into his eyes, and getting up to go. He came with her.
Back at her apartment she couldn’t wait to get going. As soon as the door was closed she pulled her pants to the ground. Anne took Mark’s hand and pushed it against her panties to feel how wet she was as she reached into his jeans and grabbed his hard cock. She was so turned on, even his faint smell was driving her insane. She pulled him into the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed.
“Hold on a sec, I need to do something first” said Mark, as he pulled a condom out of his pants.
Right. She almost forgot about that. Getting pregnant tonight would be the worst thing that could happen. As he put the condom on, she stripped off the rest of her clothes as seductively as she could and teased her nipple. Unfortunately her newfound libido didn’t do anything to the fact that her nipples hardly felt anything pleasurable. But it didn’t matter. After he got it on, she straddled him, teasing the slick entrance of her pussy with his cock.
Briefly, Anne considered what she was doing. This wasn’t her. She didn’t have one night stands! What had gotten into her lately?
Her doubt was short lived, though. As she traced her pussy slit with his cock, she felt her new earrings burn and a surge of need took her as she plunged herself down onto him. The sensation of stretching and fullness in her pussy felt like she might cum just from the insertion. Mark let out a small gasp and reached up to play with her nipples as she leaned forward, put her hands on her chest and rode his cock like a woman possessed. It didn’t take long before an orgasm even greater than her first that day rocked her. Anne collapsed forwards, cock still inside her, moaning in pleasure as she still worked her pussy up and down him, moaning uncontrollably in pleasure. As she slowed down, quivering in the aftershocks of her orgasm, Anne remembered that she still had someone in bed with her to take care of. She swiftly dismounted him, shuddering at the feeling of emptiness, removed the condom and went to work sucking his cock. It tasted mostly like latex from the condom, but she also felt his precum on her tongue, although it itself didn’t taste like anything. It wasn’t long before Mark got louder, reached up to roughly grab her head and unload his cum into her mouth.
It tasted horrible—an awful salty, cloying flavor that she didn’t want in her mouth any longer than need be. It was a shock, with how tasteless his precum was. With no better place to put it without making a mess, she quickly swallowed it all to get it away from her tongue and, finally satisfied, collapsed into bed next to Mark. For the first time since she got her new earrings, she wasn’t horny anymore. Anne drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face for the first night in a long time.
The next morning, Mark was gone. Typical stereotypical guy, sneaking off before the morning. But Anne was okay with that. After that night, she was embarassed. She went to the bathroom and took her earrings off while contemplating what had happened.
I took a stranger home and had sex with him.
That’s not me. I’m not that kind of person. What got into me?
Anne sat home most of the day, in shock that she was capable of doing the things she’d done the day prior. As the night approached, she tried again to masturbate but couldn’t quite get in the mood. She settled in for another unfulfilling sleep ahead of a week of work. Her earrings glinted in the ambient light on her nightstand as she eventually fell asleep.