Tattooed Sluts

"Not just any sort of tattoos, either," Tyrell said. "I'm talking like...neck, hands, face, breasts. Tattoos that hurt, that can't all be hidden. Nasty, sexually explicit things...and they're addictive. Something in the ink. Get the girls hooked, right? They start out with something small, easy to conceal...and then they come back and they want to do it again, so she gives up a few more inches of skin, right? Money's good! Real good. And before she knows it, she's got somebody inking a dick between her tits, spurting out the words 'Cum Whore' all over her neck, fake globs of jizz tattooed on her chin. Can't get a normal job looking like that, right? Hell, hard to just go out in public like that. So that's when they become whores in truth...and the longer they stay, the more ink they get. You should see some of the bitches we got downstairs..."

"I want to," Lois broke in. She was appalled at the story Tyrell told her...yet it made a sort of weird sense. The reporter didn't know if she bought the idea of 'addictive ink,' but the idea of drugging women and coercing them into mutilating themselves to limit their options of escape sounded plausible enough.

Tyrell shook his black head slowly.

"You don't understand. The only women that go down there are the ones that get tattooed. Unless you want some ink yourself, then..."

"...then that's what I'll do," Lois pressed close to him, her breasts against his arm. "You said they started small, right? Well I don't have any tattoos. A virgin for the needle."

He looked at her warily.

"You know there's more to it than that, right? Like, you're going to be filmed getting it. They're gonna want to do something...jerk somebody off, or something."

Lois stared him in the eyes. Her heart hammered in her breast. She could feel him almost there...she just needed to push him a little more. The reporter felt almost drunk as she said.

"What if I jerked you off?" She said, surprised at her own forwardness. "You wouldn't mind, would you? Being my...co-star for my debut? You can do that, right?"

He swallowed hard. Sucked at his teeth. The dark brown eyes looked wary, calculating...

"I guess...but there's one more thing before we do this." Tyrell said.