Kate gets Job, Lisa gets Slut

Kate and Lisa went through the sticker sheets, trying to find the perfect stickers to place on their friend. It didn't take long before each girl has a sheet picked out.

"Ready?" Kate asked.

"Just a second," Lisa said, before going over to her desk and grabbing a marker. She wrote something down on her sticker, then put the marker back where she found it before returning to the bed, "Okay, now I'm ready."

Kate nodded and pulled her chosen sticker off the sheet, "On the count of three then. One..."

Lisa pulled her own sticker free, and held it at the ready, "Two..."

"THREE!"

Both girls slap their chosen sticker just below the other's left shoulder, and rub it in to make sure it stuck on properly. Slowly, they lifted their hands so that their friend could see what they were given.

Kate saw that Lisa had gone with her joke from earlier and gave her the 'Job' tattoo. Inside the black outline of the briefcase, her friend had neatly written the word 'Sexy Couch Potato'.

"Heh, that's clever," Kate said, rubbing her finger over the place where the sticker was. Oddly enough, she didn't feel the seam where it attached itself, or even any plastic. All she could feel was her own skin.

Lisa was less thrilled with what Kate chose for her. Despite her protests, the word 'Slut' was now on her forearm. Kate had oriented it sideways in order to keep it from wrapping around her arm, which caused it to cover most of Lisa's upper arm.

"What the hell, Kate?!?" Lisa yelled angrily, "I told you not to give me this!"

Kate just laughed maniacally, barely able to contain herself as she answered, "Oh come on, don't be like that! I'm just having a bit of fun!"

"Well I don't find it funny," Lisa replied with a pout, rubbing her fingers over the new 'tattoo', "And I can't get it off!"

"Yeah, mine won't come off either," Kate said, "I don't think these are ordinary stickers."

"Well duh!" Lisa exclaimed, "What are we supposed to do?"

Kate furrowed her brow in thought, then said, "Hey, remember the inscription? Let me see your arm for a second."

Before Lisa could object, Kate reached over and grabbed the edge of the sticker, which reappeared the second Kate's fingers touched the area. She peels the sticker half-off and said, "Yup, just as I thought. Looks like stickers can only be removed by the person who put them on."

"Great, then take it off!" Lisa said.

"Oh come on, really?" Kate said, "I'm wearing yours, and 'Sexy Couch Potato' isn't exactly flattering either. Have a sense of humor."

"I'm not walking around with the word 'Slut' down my arm!" Lisa exclaimed.

"Okay, okay, look, how about this?" Kate offered, pulling the rest of the sticker off, "I'll put it on your stomach. That way it'll be hidden under your shirt, and after a few hours I'll take it off, and you can take off mine. Deal?"

"I don't know," Lisa said hesitantly.

"Come oooooooooon," Kate whined, "It'll be fun! And no one else will have to know. At least give it a try. For me?"

Lisa was silent for several seconds, then lifted her shirt to expose her taut belly and the bottom of her bra-clad boobs, "Okay, fine. But only for a few hours, then it's coming off. Promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die," Kate said. She pressed the sticker against Lisa's skin, positioned right above her bellybutton, "Alright, it's on."

Lisa pulled her shirt back down, then looked in her closet mirror to confirm that the new tattoo was completely hidden from sight. Seeing that it was, she let out a sigh of relief and said, "Okay Ms. Couch Potato, what now?"

"That's Ms. Sexy Couch Potato to you," Kate said, "And now we go to the mall. I think I remember something about you offering to buy me a movie ticket."

"You also said you'd take fro-yo," Lisa reminded her.

"Either way, the mall's the place to go for that!" Kate said, putting her flannel shirt back on and hiding her own tattoo, "Will your mom be willing to take us?"

"I think she's busy making cookies for the yard sale," Lisa replied, "But she'll probably let me borrow the car."

"Great!" Kate said, following her friend out of the bedroom. Just before she crosses the door's threshold however, she doubles back and grabs a few of the sticker sheets.

"Just in case," she said to herself, folding them in half and stuffing them in the pocket of her cargo pants. Lisa probably won't want any more stickers on her, but Kate was thinking about slapping a few of them on herself later. It's only after she was already heading down the stairs that she realized that in her haste she didn't actually see which sheets she grabbed.

As they reach the bottom of the stairs, Lisa yells, "Hey Mom, Kate and I want to go to the mall! Can I borrow the car?"

"Sure!" her mom yelled back from the kitchen, "But if you bring it back dirty, it's your ass on the line!"

"Don't worry, I won't!" Lisa said, grabbing the keys off the hook, "Love you!"

"Love you too!" Lisa's mom yells as she rolls the cookie dough out on the sheet. She heard the door slam as the two girls leave, then shook her head before grabbing the cookie cutter. As she heard the faint sound of the car revving up outside, she muttered to herself, "Better make sure the vibrator's got fresh batteries. If that slut get even one drop of cum on my seats, I'll make sure her ass is sore for a week."