Something Humiliating

Thomas grabs a black permanent marker and uncaps it. "Here let me demonstrate." He steps in front of Jenny and starts to write across her cleavage. He positions himself in a way that neither the guests nor the unmoving model can see what he is writing. But from her experience Jenny can tell what always is the first word that Thomas leaves on her body. Funbags. She had to wash scrape it off her body so many times that she has come to think of it as a semi permanent tattoo that regularly reappears.

Her mind flashes back to the first time she was frozen. It was almost a year ago now. Standing inside of the booth she heard Thomas and Anne arguing. Jenny had heard about the two inventors looking for test subjects. There was even a small amount of money in it and they were promising employment opportunities down the line. She hadn't expected this opportunities to be just being frozen for money. Jenny watched as the door to booth opened and Thomas stepped inside. "It worked. Here let me proof it to you Anne." He stepped in front of her and undid the buttons of her blouse then grabbed the pen from his lab coat and scribbled across her breasts. "Don't you think she would have stopped me or said something while I casually wrote Funbags across her tits?"

The permanent marker making contact with her forehead would have startled her were she not frozen. One of the men from the group stood in front of her smiling. He was taking his time writing the four letter word right there in big letters for everyone to see. "And T. Slut I think that works well with Funbags. Any more suggestions?" He turns around and asks the group.