Of course its a tattoo!!!

Rachel hesitantly pulled the cum encrusted panties, "eww gross, gross, gross" she muttered, away from her body and inspected the bandages on her thighs, to her horror they were not only covering her thighs but also her lower stomach reaching down to her small, well trimmed bush! "Oh god no, please, please, please no" she begged as she slowly and careful removed the bandages. "Shit" she said as she revealed a large tattoo of two crossed silver revolvers their barrels pointed down at her sex, a large five pointed gold sheriffs star between them and a complex web of pinstriped lines surrounding them. "Shit, shit, shit" was all she could think as tears welled up in her eyes. what happened last night?, was she drunk? ,****? and how long was she out of it for? Several hours at least she imagined to get such a large tattoo done, though she really didn't know how long it took to get tattoos done, not having much interest in them before.

An that was just one of the tattoos, quickly but quietly crossing the unkept bedroom to a large full length mirror hanging on a door she quickly inspected herself and found threes more large bandages, two wrapped around the full length of her legs an one on the small of her back. "great a "tramp stamp"" she though as she pulled the bandage away to reveal the name "Rachel" in a large flowing cursive script with a much smaller version of the star on her abdomen at each end an surrounded by the same style of pinstrip design. "at least I didn't misspell my own name" she though as she felt tears roll down her cheeks. "better see how else I fucked up" she thought dejectedly as she removes the bandages on her right leg "Fucking great" as she saw that a black and red trimmed frilly "garter belt" was inked on her upper legs with a matching red bow at the rear also she saw running down the back of her legs a series of black laces like those she sometime sees on "fuck me" boots.

"great" she though "no way you can cover all this up with make up and I can't begin to even contemplate the time, expense and pain it would take to get them all removed".

As she numbly studied herself in the mirror the noise of the occupant of the bed shifting in their sleep drew her back to reality as she scanned the disheveled apartment her mind racing. She needed to find her clothes but that looked like it could take some time, should she just risk wearing whatever she could find? she was already wearing some one elses filthy panties after all. just then the beds occupant shifted again, were they waking up? curiosity creeping into her mind, she hat obviously had sex with this person, more than just once if her soreness was any indication, shouldn't she at least see who they were?

Rachel contemplates her choices for a split second before starting to......?