Marked (slutification)

Jane got out of the shower and took a look at her tattoo. She was used to it, now. It has been there for years. A curse that wasn't allowing her to be in a relationship. Not a serious one at least.

She tried more than she would admit, but every time a guy, or even a girl laid their eyes on her tattoo, they just dismissed her as a girlfriend. At best a fuck friend. And some parts of her, the part that didn't care of socials conventions, liked to have sex with different partners. Sex without attachment. Like the guy resting in her bed right now.

Jane came back to her bedroom, naked, and satisfied with the wild sex she had just before. The man opened his eyes and looked at her with a grin.

"Nice tat's, it suits you well. Did you get it after fucking the whole football team ?"

"No, I got it before. I was young and I should have listened to my friends." She answered with a bit of exasperation.

She indeed made quite a mistake, she was actually older than her look, and didn't think that there would be a price to pay for a beauty that never fades.

"If you want another one, you can come to my shop, I'll make one for free."

"No, thanks. You should go home now, I have work tomorrow."

She had her fun, but now she wanted to sleep and if he she couldn't have a relationship, there was no point in keeping him in her bed. Tomorrow she would probably fuck someone else anyway. With her look, guys like him are easy to pick up.