Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Saturday, Week 2 We're going out again, the next afternoon, after Kani had me call my boss and tell him I quit. She says don't worry about money, she's got loads, and she wants to spend a lot of time with me. What the fuck, right? I mean, she loves me. Loves me. She's my girlfriend. She dresses me again, in a pair of her jeans, they don't fit like mine but it's close enough, and this little black sleeveless sweater. It's short - only comes down to my ribs but damn does it make me look good... my tits aren't that great, but this makes them look perfect. Kani says I look perfect to her all the time, and I blush, turn to look at her. She's got on a pair of white leather pants, big black triangle of suede pointing down in the front, white leather tight across her ass. Her shirt's black, see-thru, her small tits and big nipples clear through it. The diamond is gone, she's got a little gold heart hanging from her tit. (It's that see-thru...jesus she's UN-shy.) She hugs me, kisses me, I feel what her ass is like with leather over it. She slips her hand beneath my sweater and grabs my breast, leading me out the door with it. I laugh like a fuckin' schoolgirl and pull away, follow her to the parking ramp. She traps me against the wall of the elevator on the way down, jerks the sweater up and sucks my tits, rubs me through the denim. She's got me all hot by the time we get to the car, and I ask where we're going, she just laughs. "It's a surprise," she says, "just be patient." So I am. I'm in the chair, this soft cloth chair like a dentist's chair, and Kani's holding my hand. "C'mon. I won't make you, but I'd like you to." I'm shaking, way scared. But I nod anyway, I can tell she wants me to do it. She loves me. "Okay..." meek like a kitten, she smiles really big, kisses me right there in the store. "I'll be right back." And she goes. I finger my tit through the sweater, afraid of the pain, wanting her to be happy, wondering what it's like. She's gone a few minutes, and then she's back, and Danielle is with her. Danielle from the tape. Danielle who sucked my girlfriend's clit. Danielle who made her come, who had her tongue in her snatch... and I ram the jealousy down, smile real sweet at her, tell myself she's gonna suck my clit, too. "Hi," she says, all salesgirl and happy, "Kani tells me you want a ring." She's pretty - her face wasn't on the tape very much, there was always someone's cunt in the way - high cheekbones, blue blue eyes, hair as black as mine but short and spiky. And she is stacked. I mean, I could get a hand on those tits... "Um, yeah.... I guess." "You gotta be sure, doll. I can't do it if you're not." Now she's all serious. Kani takes my hand and squeezes it, tells me it will be okay. I breathe once deep, again, and close my eyes. "I'm sure." "Great!" Danielle chirps, and I open my eyes to see her draw a curtain around the chair, blocking the windows at the front of the store, putting us in our own little room. "You'll need to, um..." Danielle says, all quiet, gesturing at my chest. I let go of Kani's hand, rub my palms together, lean forward, pull the sweater over my head, hand it to Kani. Danielle looks right at my tits, smiles a bit. "Sorry..." she says, turns her head. I breathe real deep, close my eyes, and lean back. Kani's hand finds mine again, and I whisper. "That's okay... you can look. You better look..." Danielle's laugh is nice, musical. Kani puts her hand on my collarbones, moves it down to my left tit. Then to my right. My nipples are instantly hard, the cold mall air and her warm palm, and she whispers in my ear. "Which one, honey?" "Your choice." I whisper, and she squeezes the right one. She whispers this one and her hand is gone, Danielle asks me again am I sure and I say yes, close my eyes tight, squeeze Kani's hand tighter. Danielle is touching me now, squeezing my tit, rubbing the nipple with something god damn that's cold! must be alcohol or something, then she cups it tight in one hand. "Last chance to change your mind," she says quiet, her voice kinda rough. Kani says yes or no and I nod and she says do it and FUCK!! That fucking HURT!!! My eyes are open now, wide as the Red fucking Sea, and I'm holding my breath, letting it out slow through pursed lips. "Fuck, Kani!" I look at her, she leans down and kisses me, holding my neck with her free hand, gripping my hand so tight it hurts too, her tongue is cool and smooth and tastes like white wine. Danielle's rubbing something on my nipple again, it's all hot and hurts like a fucker, but it's going away, slow, but it's going away. "Thanks, baby!" Kani's smiling, kisses me again. "Thanks for trusting me." I close my eyes again, frowning, I don't want to look. "Looks great," Danielle says. "It'll take about a week to heal completely. Be careful until then, OK?" I nod fast, breathing the pain away. "You probly shouldn't have worn a sweater..." she says, and Kani laughs. And I've got a piece of metal through my tit. And I've got a girlfriend.