She asks about lewd tattoos

“How can I help?” The friendly middle-aged man with a big bushy beard asks Stacy as he takes a short break from the sleeve he’s working on for a customer in the chair.

“Um, well, how do I put this.” She eyes the other man who is in the chair. He doesn’t look like the judgmental type. “Have you ever, um, done a rude tattoo? You know, like erotic words…”

Yesterday, there’s no way that the self-conscious Stacy would have had the courage to ask something like that. But today, she finds the words just gushing out. Her desire to get a lewd tattoo is trumping her usual timidity.

“Can’t say I have, but I don’t have a problem doing that.” The man says, smiling at her, but not in a nasty way. She feels herself growing more and more confident.

“When… When could you do one for me?”

“Well, it’ll be at least a few days.” He replies.

He feels her stomach drop with disappointment. She can’t wait a few days. She wants one now!

“Oh, I see…”

“Unless… I have just had a cancellation for later this afternoon. I was just going to close up shop early, but if you can be here at 5pm, we could start then.”

“Really?!” Stacy beams with excitement. “Oh, yes please!”

“Great, fine, I’ll see you then. Just try to find an reference or two of what you want, and a very accurate description that you can write down. I can do whatever you like, as long as it’s down in writing and with your signature.”

“Thank you so much! Okay, see you at 5!”

“See you at 5.” He agrees, as Stacy turns and leaves the store before she chickens out.

Not that there was really any risk of that happening. Despite being fully aware that this isn’t normal for her, and all part of her Conversion, she’s also fully aware that she can’t fight it. There’s no denying that she’s super excited about what will happen next.

‘I am getting a slutty tattoo TODAY! My appointment starts in 4 hours.’ She posts online.

And then, hardly able to believe the words she’s writing with her own hands, she adds ‘Most upvoted tattoo idea when my appointment starts will be what I get.’

She whimpers as she hits submit, her arousal spiking once again. As soon as she gets back to the dental clinic, she hurries straight back into that bathroom, strumming her clit for a fourth time today, reaching an orgasmic peak within two minutes, to the overwhelmingly exciting thought that she’s really going to ink herself with an erotic tattoo, TODAY, and she doesn’t even get to decide what it says.

After she comes down from her high, she gives herself another couple of minutes to look a little less red in the face, and then rejoins Pamela for the second half of the day.

“You look rough today.” Pamela observes, being her usual unkind self. Perhaps all this masturbation has left her hair slightly frazzled and her skin rather flushed. Stacy just prays that nobody can smell anything.

Stacy spends the second half of her working day purposefully avoiding checking the online discussion about what tattoo she should get. She kind of wants it to be a surprise, right before she gets in the chair. For some reason, the lack of control and the idea that by then it will be too late to back out, are positives rather than negatives.

But the thoughts of the tattoo she’s going to get, and tattoos in general, never leaves her mind. Her work definitely suffers as a result, but she just hopes nobody notices. It’s not her fault she can’t concentrate - she’s getting a tattoo after work! She’s really getting a tattoo!

At 16:50, she can’t take it any more.

“Sorry, I’ve got to leave a tiny bit early, I’ve got an appointment!” She announces to Pamela as she stands up.

“You’re kidding, right? Arriving late AND leaving early?” Pamela growls, deeply unimpressed. But Stacy doesn’t care.

“Yep! Sorry! See you tomorrow!” Stacy says as pleasantly as she can, as she gathers her stuff and speeds out the front door.

Seven minutes later, she is walking through the front door of the tattoo parlor.

“Perfect timing.” The man says, as his previous customer gathers their belongings and prepares to leave. “My name is Tom, by the way.”

“Please to meet you, Tom.” Stacy says, blushing.

“So, have you got a design for me?”

“…Yes.” Stacy says, even though she has no idea what it is.

She unlocks her phone and browses to her post, to check what the most upvoted reply is. When she sees what it is, a lump appears in her throat. That is much more **** than anything she had considered. She was thinking she might get something like “Lucky You” written near her crotch, or maybe a pair of lips on one thigh, or something like that.

But this is significantly more **** than that.

And that just makes her heart beat even faster, and her panties get even wetter.

Putting a hand to her mouth, she silently turns her phone so that Tom can read the instructions of the tattoo he is to give her.

“Are you sure?” Tom asks calmly, but with eyebrows raised. “If we do all that tonight, we’re going to be here for quite a few hours.”

“Yes.” She replies hoarsely. “I’m sure.”