HornyPussycat21
Naughty and Nice
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Dove drove through the down town street, her eyes looking around her, nervously. This would be the second time she was down here, the first time she was down here alone. The first time she was with her father, because he had to by a necklace for her mothers birthday and the prettiest he could find was in a store located down here. He looked so freaked out the whole time. He made sure to keep his hand on her at all time, never letting me out of his sight. He said that this town would eat me up, that they would love to get there hands on someone that looked as sweet, as innocent as did. Of course, that was about two years ago and at that time, she had agreed with him. The town looked like it was filled with some tough people, and two years later, it hasn’t changed at all. Now, why the heck was she here alone?
She’d been called the goody, goody for years now, not that she really looked the part of one. She was quiet a pretty thing actually, at least that’s what a lot of people told her. Long, dark brown hair that fell a quarter of a way down her back. Long legs and a curvy 5’6’’ frame. Her breasts were a very perky and a nice size too, size 38D. Her skin was a smooth and tan. Something she was very proud of. She made sure to take care of herself, even if she wasn’t trying to go after a guy, she liked to look her best. She been called good by her past boyfriends, friends, even her parents have called her one. Of course, they meant it as a complement though. It still didn’t make her feel good about herself. Dove grew up being a only child in a very high up neighborhood, so her parents made sure she was raised to do what she was told, that she followed the rules, and hung out with the right crowd. At times, it really freaking sucked. So when she got with a few of her closest friends and told them her problem, they gave her the perfect way to everyone’s look on her. A piercing!
The idea freaked her out a bit. Having something sharp pierce through her body, leaving a jewel or something in the hole, but it was a great way to get a new nick name. At first, she brought up getting her ear pierced, thinking that that would be enough, but she all her friends had already gotten their ear’s pierced at least three times, so she had to try something else. That day she went home and spent the whole rest of the day thinking about what else she could do, what else she could pierce that her parents wouldn’t totally freak out about. Sadly, she couldn’t think of much that she could really hide from them, without going through a lot of pain. There was only one she could really think of. That’s why she was done here, at eleven o’clock at night. She had to find a place where no one would recognize her, where no one would rat her out and get her in a whole load of trouble.
Dove parked her car in front of the piercing patroller and shut off her car. She sat there for a moment, thinking about how stupid she was being. Sure, she couldn’t get in real trouble for doing this. She was 18 years old, she had the money. The only real problem was that her parents had no idea she wasn’t in her room, sleeping soundly in her bed. They would have a heart attack if they found her bed empty. You can do this. You. Can. Do this. Don’t woos out. She took a deep breath and opened her door, stepping out of the car and slamming the door behind her, locking it to make sure no one broke in. She ran her hands over the back of her tight light blue shorts that clung to her body, running her finger over the black belt she wore. She pulled her purse closure to her before going to the front door and opening it up. She stepped inside, looking at the few people that stood around and looked at her. She felt her heart pick up a pace as a few of them looked her over, almost like she was a piece of meat. It made her that much more nervous. Quickly, she moved to the front desk, leaning up against it and looking at the man that stood there. “Hello. I’m sorry I’m a bit late. I was suppose to be here at 10:50, but I had a little trouble finding the place.” She explained as she brushed a stay piece of hair out of her face. “Anyway, I called earlier on the phone asking about getting my…” She bit her lip. Just walk out. Forget about it. “I called about getting my tongue pierced.” She told him, blushing a bit as she did. “My names Dove Trena.”
She’d been called the goody, goody for years now, not that she really looked the part of one. She was quiet a pretty thing actually, at least that’s what a lot of people told her. Long, dark brown hair that fell a quarter of a way down her back. Long legs and a curvy 5’6’’ frame. Her breasts were a very perky and a nice size too, size 38D. Her skin was a smooth and tan. Something she was very proud of. She made sure to take care of herself, even if she wasn’t trying to go after a guy, she liked to look her best. She been called good by her past boyfriends, friends, even her parents have called her one. Of course, they meant it as a complement though. It still didn’t make her feel good about herself. Dove grew up being a only child in a very high up neighborhood, so her parents made sure she was raised to do what she was told, that she followed the rules, and hung out with the right crowd. At times, it really freaking sucked. So when she got with a few of her closest friends and told them her problem, they gave her the perfect way to everyone’s look on her. A piercing!
The idea freaked her out a bit. Having something sharp pierce through her body, leaving a jewel or something in the hole, but it was a great way to get a new nick name. At first, she brought up getting her ear pierced, thinking that that would be enough, but she all her friends had already gotten their ear’s pierced at least three times, so she had to try something else. That day she went home and spent the whole rest of the day thinking about what else she could do, what else she could pierce that her parents wouldn’t totally freak out about. Sadly, she couldn’t think of much that she could really hide from them, without going through a lot of pain. There was only one she could really think of. That’s why she was done here, at eleven o’clock at night. She had to find a place where no one would recognize her, where no one would rat her out and get her in a whole load of trouble.
Dove parked her car in front of the piercing patroller and shut off her car. She sat there for a moment, thinking about how stupid she was being. Sure, she couldn’t get in real trouble for doing this. She was 18 years old, she had the money. The only real problem was that her parents had no idea she wasn’t in her room, sleeping soundly in her bed. They would have a heart attack if they found her bed empty. You can do this. You. Can. Do this. Don’t woos out. She took a deep breath and opened her door, stepping out of the car and slamming the door behind her, locking it to make sure no one broke in. She ran her hands over the back of her tight light blue shorts that clung to her body, running her finger over the black belt she wore. She pulled her purse closure to her before going to the front door and opening it up. She stepped inside, looking at the few people that stood around and looked at her. She felt her heart pick up a pace as a few of them looked her over, almost like she was a piece of meat. It made her that much more nervous. Quickly, she moved to the front desk, leaning up against it and looking at the man that stood there. “Hello. I’m sorry I’m a bit late. I was suppose to be here at 10:50, but I had a little trouble finding the place.” She explained as she brushed a stay piece of hair out of her face. “Anyway, I called earlier on the phone asking about getting my…” She bit her lip. Just walk out. Forget about it. “I called about getting my tongue pierced.” She told him, blushing a bit as she did. “My names Dove Trena.”