<strong><span class="bbc_u">Sgt Banks</span></strong><br/><br/>Susan would follow you into the shop.   Of course eyes fell upon her.  Watching as you gave her permission to do business.  One of the guys sitting in a chair, motions for her to come over.<br/><br/>You might not recognize the tools out, but it is the shops piercer.  Her own piercings attracting him.   Susan would move closer to the guy.  Who reaches out and lightly clasps the chain connected between her nipples.   Only for a moment, as his hand slides down and he flicks a finger to disturb the piercing on her clitoral hood.<br/><br/>Shop worker;<em>"You want to be pierced again."</em>Next to the piercer speaks up.<br/><br/>The piercer though lifts his gaze, as he now claims the piercing hoop down below.  His fingers brushing against her swollen petals.  His eyes meet hers and recognition comes in.<br/><br/>Piercer;<em>"Your from Miami, you worked at Miami ink before the floods.  I seen you, what do you need?  Names Jake."</em><br/><br/>He recognized her from magazines and at conventions she had attended.<br/><br/><em>"Yes, was at Miami ink.  Susan is the name sir.  An what is hoping for is to find out where you get your piercing needles in town here.  Oh no, unless my master wants me to be."</em><br/><br/>She cast a glance up at you when she finished speaking.  Seeing if thats what you wanted.  Or just for her to get her information.  However, the other worker speaks up again.<br/><br/>Shop worker;<em>"If not a piercing, you could get a tattoo for her.  Popular is property of so and so.  Were only charging $65 for those."</em>