The Writing On My Skin

I manage to smile back her way, giggling for several seconds before managing to reply, "No, I'll do it. I'm used to doing my best to keep guests and my employees happy, though I'd admit this is a bit more unique than most requests if had.", to which she smiled back, clearly content with my answer. I watch, silent now, as she pulls out a black marker from her podium, walking slowly toward me, as I stand naked and exposed before the world.

She paused before me, shooting me a look, before uncapping the marker and proceeding to write my name, in big bold letters, across my breasts. I gasped at the touch, feeling her pressing softly down, quite aware of how it felt. I watched, gasping several times despite myself, as she wrote my name across my skin. Once she finished, she looked down, satisfied with her work, making a small correction before suddenly twirling me around, my breasts shaking softly as I was left with seeing a blur. She stopped, grabbing tightly ahold of my waist, and I found myself smiling as she wrote across the small of my back, though I'd have sworn she did not write the same letters as she did before. Not that I could tell, of course."

I laughed as she worked, feeling the tickle of her finishing up, smiling as she looked it over before finally declaring, "Alright... looks good. Don't forget, your uniform from now on is nudity. You'll never again wear a stitch of clothes while on the job here. Enjoy the rest of your shift!" I smiled as she made her way back to the greeters station, "Thanks!", before heading back to Tiffany's table. She looks over at my name on my chest, coughing mid-sup on her tea. After a moment, she manages, "Well, that's one way of wearing a nametag I guess.", and I find myself nodding along, smirking and not daring to speak up just then. Not that she minded the silence before ordering her main course, and I nodded again, "Let me go place that for you, and I can be back in a moment.

as I turn and head out, she opens [ in fresh laughter at the sight of what I hoped would be my name on my back. I dare not ask, but rather keep walking, placing her order with the kitchen, catching them staring and pointing once more as I walked in, and openly laughing as I walked back out, making it clear she may well have written something other than my name, but dare not ask.

As I head back, I see Sheila is calling me back over to the Greeter's station, feeling the vibrator softly shooting pleasure my way. I smile her way, moving my legs from side to side further than necessary, choosing to put my enjoyment at being naked as open as possible as I moved to see what she wanted, winking at a guest whose jaw had dropped as he stared over my way. I smirked as he managed to close his mouth, blowing him a kiss as I walked over to see what She wanted now...