The Tattoo and Next Command

Kendall tried to fight it, but she went to the tattoo parlor. She went in to find the artist, a burly, bearded well tattooed man in a leather vest and jeans reading a comic book. He looked at Kendall. "May I help you?"

"Yes, I'd like spank me with an exclamation point tattooed on my lower back in big bold letters."

"I can handle that. What script?"

Kendall chose a fancy script, and agreed to the man's price.

After the tattoo was finished, she checked it out in a mirror. "Do you take blowjobs as tips?"

"Hells yeah!"

As Kendall blew the man in the backroom, she took a selfie. After she finished sucking him off, she hurried off to her SUV and texted the photo. She was receiving texts and calls from her family about her new look, but she ignored them. The man called again.

"There is an alley behind that tattoo parlor. You'll see a green trashcan. Inside is a white bag with clothes. Remove your clothes, all of them, and put the clothes in the bag on. Leave your clothes in the trash. After that, drive to this address and go in. Tell the clerk you are there for your order, pay for it and go back to your SUV and wait."

Kendall wanted to scream. She drove behind the tattoo parlor and found the green trash can. She stripped as fast as she could. The clothes in the white bag were a white tube top with Brainless! airbrushed on it, and a white micro-mini skirt, so short the bottoms of her butt cheeks were visible. She put her shirt, pants, and underwear in the trash can then got into her SUV. She drove to the address. It was a store that sold erotic items.

"Oh god," she muttered.