'Skin testing'

"Now, Tracy, I have to do one more thing before I can properly begin your tat. I need to feel up your skin to see what type of ink would work with it, because if I use the wrong type of ink for your skin, you could get hurt badly, and I could lose my license. I need to feel up as much of your skin as I can to get a good reading on your skin type", she explained, and although Tracy gave her an uncertain, worried glance, she nodded, although something in the woman's core was telling her this was off somehow. Still, er brain refused to acknowledge it thanks to her condition, so there wasn't much she could do about it.

"Just make it quick, okay? I'm...getting a bit uncomfortable and self-conscious", she said, and Cass nodded. She was pushing her luck with this one, and was thankful that Tracy's condition allowed her to take the fun this far as she walked over to her again, slowly starting to touch her bare skin, pressing and feeling it up, pretending to be analyzing it as she did. Under her touch, Tracy squirmed a bit, but did her best to remain still so she could carry on with the testing.

Cass enjoyed slowly feeling up every inch of skin on Tracy's body, especially when she got to work on her thighs and breasts, loving the way her client blushed and squirmed whenever she touched those areas, clearly flustered but trying her best to stay still for her, clearly believing in the actual importance of this 'test' Cass had devised as an excuse to feel her up to her heart's content. And honestly, feeling up Tracy's body was every bit as good as she had imagined it would be, soft and smooth, and just perfect. Cass had to stop herself from remaining on one area too long to make it appear legitimate, from how good it felt.

Tracy, for her own part, couldn't shake the gut feeling that something about this whole 'test' was off, and that this procedure seemed a bit unnatural and sexual. However, Cass had done a good wording her explanation, and thanks to her AGS, she couldn't see anything particularly wrong with it, couldn't focus on a single part and single out as being what felt wrong, even with the knowledge that she was suffering from AGS. It was as if it felt perfectly natural but not at the same time, and it was giving poor Tracy a headache to think about it.

This went on for quite a few minutes until Cass, having felt up every bit of Tracy's body that she could without it seeming too suspicious (she got away with breasts and ass saying they were some of the best indicators of skin type on the body) and declared that she was done, and ready to start on the tattoo, much to Tracy's evident relief.