Hell Yes!

“You do tattoos? Hell yes! Give me one like that!”

She touches you stomach just above your sex.

“Where’s your gun?”

She laughs. “I do them a bit differently. Ready?”

“Sure.”

She lays the flat of her hand just above you sex. You feel the sizzle of you flesh and the accompanying pain.

“Fuck yes!”

She withdraws her hand.

“If you’re gonna put me in that kind of pain, I almost expect you to eat me out. That better be one fucking nice tat.”

She laughs. “Mm. I do like you. We’ll see about fucking later. For now take a look at your tattoo.

You look down at you belly just above your sex. The tattoo is gorgeous. It is a perfect miniature you, except with horns and fangs.

“Fuck that is amazing.”

You trace the lines of the tattoo and it is already begun to heal.

“I’m glad you like it. So how can I help you with the ‘perfume’?”

“How do you make it?”

She laughs again. “I don’t, I secrete it from glands.”

“Cool! Can I take a swab?”

“You may.”

She points you to her neck near her lymph nodes. You take a sample of her sweat.

“So, you are going to improve it?”

You grin, thinking of sex slaves pleasuring you. “I’m going to try.”

She caresses your cheek. “Make sure to keep me in the loop.”

“I will. See you later Christa.”

You exit excited to begin working on it. You begin to analyze it as well as DNA from Christa.

You realize it is late and head home.