The Exhibitionist

 

The tavern is located across the parking lot from a tattoo parlor/piercing studio, and at least three to four times a year it happens.

A woman, usually in her early twenties but on occasion mid-thirties, walks into the tavern and casually states "I just got my nipples pierced, give me a shot of _____ (shot of choice for the majority of these women: Fireball).

Then said woman follows up that action with one of two things - either makes visits to individual patrons and asks if they would like to see her newly pierced nipples, or stands in the most central area of the small bar and lifts her top, stating loudly, "look, aren't they perfect?' (or words to the effect).

On occasion, they are perfect, and on occasion, they are not. 

Last nights exhibitionist listed to the not so perfect, the studs that had just been inserted into the small nipples that crowned her small breasts seeming to weigh them down like small anchors on two small, floundering skiffs.