Tattoo shop

Tracy feels an inexplicable yearning to get her nipples pierced and rushes frantically over to the tattoo shop. As she barges through the door, the smell of incense immediately hits her nostrils.

"Hi, how can I help you today?" A tattooed brunette girl asks at the front desk.

"I'm here to get my... nipples pierced" Tracy shyly mumbles.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that - how can I help?"

Oh babe, be more confident! You're a bimbo now. There ain't no point in self-consciousness.

"I wanna get my tits pierced!" Tracy says, confidently groping her chest.

"Alright. Well, we don't have anyone booked for right now so we could slot you in. You're familiar with the procedure, right? You've done your research?"

"Uh... no." Tracy replies.

"The process itself will only take a few minutes but the piercing will take nine months or so to heal."

"Nine months?" Tracy repeats to herself.

"Yeah, you don't wanna do anything that can get them infected."

Hmm. You should be on the streets makin' cash babes. Maybe we should settle for a tattoo.

Tracy looks at the wad of cash in her hand.

"How much for a tattoo?"

"Well you're in luck, we just finished up someone else so we still have all of our kit out. A palm sized tat is like $300ish, depending on what you want done. What were you thinking?"

Tracy looks around at all of the flash sheets around the office: cartoonish roses, skulls, and hearts. She notices they do written tattoos as well.

Oh I know... you gonna get 'cum slut ♥' tattooed right above your pussy. That way all the boys know you're down to fuck.

Suddenly, tracy has a bizarre idea: today has been a wild day, and she's realized that all she's ever wanted to do is fuck strangers for money, so why not get a tattoo to commemorate the occasion? Why not get the words cum slut in big block letters above her pussy?

"Uh... yeah, I want you to tattoo cum slut above my pussy with a little heart at the end."

"Um, are you sure?" The tattoo artist asks in hesitation.

"More than anything." Tracy replies with a sigh.

"Okay... maybe something like this?" The tattoo artist sketches a version with a pen.

The tattoo goes smoothly and Tracy can't help but feel a bit horny knowing she's branded as a cum slut. She continues to embraces this gut feeling that's been guiding her day and resolves to pick up smoking. She spots a convenience store down the road and walks over. She catches her reflection in the door to the shop: black minidress, mussed hair, sultry look in her eye. The sight of her slightly used self, turns her on. She opens the door.

"Hi can I help you?" The fat middle-aged cashier asks with tired, monotonous inflection.

"Yeah. I want a pack of cigarettes. Give me the best you've got."

Tracy throws some bills on the counter and the man slides over a pack of cigarettes as well as a lighter. She looks up to thank him and notices him hungrily appraising her body.

"Like what you see?" Tracy asks.

"...yeah, you're pretty hot." The man mumbles.

"$100 and I'll suck you dry, $200 you fuck me safely, $400 not so safely."

The man studies Tracy's features for a moment then pulls $200 from the register.

"Follow me." The cashier beckons Tracy to a backroom.

Tracy trails the man into the back office and he shuts the door behind her. He turns to look at her, in short moment of silence. Then he pounces on her. He flings off her dress, revealing her naked body: tits, ass, pussy, and fresh cum slut tattoo. He gropes coarsely at her tits for a couple of minute before pushing her onto a desk littered with paperwork, facing him. He pulls his cock out of his sweatpants and slides a condom on. His cock isn't particularly nice, Tracy thinks, but her pussy is aching to be fucked so she eagerly accepts him.

It doesn't take long for his rhythmic and hefty thrusts to send Tracy into the throes of an orgasm. He mauls at her tits and pumps his member into her teenage pussy as pleasure washes over her. She erupts into primal moans, writhing on the cashier's dick.

"I wanna finish in your mouth."

"Please!" Tracy moans earnestly, dropping down on her knees.

The man shoots his load all over Tracy's face and mouth. When he's done she sucks the remaining cum from his cock, then scoops the remaining jizz from her face and licks her hand clean.

"Jesus. Your tattoo is no joke."

Tracy looks at him. "I fucking love cum."

"Well then, come again." The man laughs, handing her the pack of cigarettes.

Tracy returns to the street, lights a cigarette, and scans the crowd for another client.