Quest

Joey wanted to call her sister Hunter, but she did not want to reach into her purse and get her piss-coated phone, so she just decided to drive to Hunter's place to see if she was home. She drove to her sister's condominium complex. Her sister was not home, so Joey sat in her car and waited. She turned on the radio, hoping music would distract her from her humiliating actions.

She looked at herself in the mirror again. Her hair was matted with sticky Coke, and the cum on her face had dried. She could smell her purse, so she tossed it in the back seat. She reclined the seat and tried to relax as she listened to the radio.

The music stopped and the DJ came on: "Hey guys we're here doing a live remote at Nico's Tattoo Parlor at 11032 Ventura Boulevard. We're giving away discounts for KLAZ fans; in fact, come on down right now and get the KLAZ logo tattooed on your butt. Not only is it free, but I'll pay you $100!"

"What the hell?!" said Joey as she straightened her seat, started her car, and drove off. Try as she might, she could not stop. She drove to the tattoo parlor and walked in.

"May I help you?" asked the attendant.

"I'm here to get the logo on my butt," said Joey as she looked around. She saw the DJ with his microphone and a table full of t-shirts and bumper stickers.

"Hey, we have a client!" said the DJ. He walked over. "Tell us your name." He held out the mic.

"Joey King."

"Joey King, the actress?"

She nodded.

"Joey King is here to get the KLAZ logo tattooed on her butt. This is an honor!"

The tattoo artists told Joey to come to the back, and she obeyed. She climbed on the table.

"Just raise your dress and lower your underwear," said the artist as the DJ stood next to him.

Joey blushed. She had given her panties to a total stranger, so she just hiked up her dress, showing her exposed ass. "At least no one has asked about the dried cum on my face," she thought.

"No panties, kinky," said the tattoo artist.

As the artist prepped Joey's ass, the DJ interviewed her. "So Joey, what made you decide to get this tattoo."

"Um...it was...it's...uh..." she did not know what to say.

"Come on, tell us."

"You told me to."

"Wow, I did realize I was that charismatic. You look like you spilled something on you. What is it?"

"Soda. Long story."

"We have time. Tell us what happened."

"NOOOO!" screamed Joey in her head, but she started talking. "Some street punks told me to pour a bottle of Coke over my head, so I did."

"So do you always do what you're told?"

"No, not until..."

"Until what?"

"Nothing, can we please stop this interview?"

"Um sure."

Joey lay silently, dying inside as the tattoo artist continued putting the radio station logo on her ass.

After he was done, and the bandage was over the new tattoo, the DJ had put up his remote equipment, then came and asked Joey. "So tell me, what does it take for a guy like me to date a girl like you?"

"A better job and better looks," said Joey. She was ashamed that she was admitting that.

"Blow me, bitch," said the DJ.

"Oh god no," muttered Joey as she dropped to her knees then reached up to undo the DJ's jeans.

"Fuck yeah, but we can't do it here. Follow me," the DJ led Joey to the back of the parlor. "I'm not rich enough or good looking enough for you, but you'll blow me. You a nympho or something?"

Joey just sulked after him as he led her into the unisex bathroom. A few moments later, Joey was sucking his cock. "Let's trade the $100 or the blow job."

"Mmm hmmm," moaned the mortified Joey.