"Something smells fishy in here!"

Tanya had heard right. The door had been opened!

She was too afraid to look back. Pressed flat against this bench, her legs spread around it... and now actually getting turned on?! She imagined the view she was giving and silently lamented, "this is it! Oh, God! Years of building my reputation and now it's gone. This is too humiliating!"

As Tanya tensed in worry, the soft buzz of conversation around her instantly died down, too. It was as though the men could sense her tension and now they too were on bated breath.

The silence was quickly broken by a familiar voice exclaiming, "Something smells fishy in here!"

Tanya cringed. "Oh, no! Can everyone smell me, too?! This is too much." She did her best to block out her mind from hearing any more, but the voice continued regardless.

"And it's not just you, Trout! That's another of today's sponsors - Bass World Unlimited! They have all your fishing needs covered..." The DJ duo continued their ad read unaware of the dismay they had caused poor Tanya. Apparently, Mad Cat had cracked the door due to the heat, sitting in direct sunlight where they were.

Back on the bench, Rick was finishing up the small tattoo, meandering only a bit longer than professional courtesy would normally allow. Could anyone blame him though? It isn't every day a beautiful girl walks in, strips half naked, and willingly shows herself off like this, after all.

And when he noticed she was very subtly grinding on the bench, he thought, "clearly the little slut likes it, why not enjoy the view a little longer," totally unaware of how unwilling this show really was.

Tanya, for her part, was unintentionally pushing herself on a spiral of arousal. The more she worried about being turned on, the more she thought about being turned on, and the more she thought about being turned on, the more turned on she became!

After a few minutes lost on this vicious cycle, Tanya was breathing a little hard and totally losing herself in the feeling.

"Ouch!" Tanya yelped.

Just like that her revery was broken as Rick landed a slap on her unmarked butt cheek.

"There you go girl! All done!" He said more casually than Tanya would have thought appropriate, given the situation.

"What do you think, boys?" He asks, apparently less concerned with Tanya's opinion of the new art.

Tanya hears the many words of approval as Trout and Mad Cat join the inspection, to ensure they got their money's worth.

"It looks like you have another very satisfied customer, Rooster Rick," the DJ says for the benefit of the listening audience.

"How do you feel, Tanya?" He asks placing a microphone beside her face.

"Horny," the word escapes her mouth in an instant. An instant later, a deep blush covers her from her forehead to her chest.

The men break out into laughter at the unexpected admission.

Tanya tries to save face, "I mean, I feel... Horny!" That dreaded word slips out again and Tanya is mortified. Why would she say that?! It doesn't make sense.

"Wow, that's not what I expected!" Trout chimes in to keep the segment going. "Uh, ladies I think that, uh, is a pretty good endorsement. Right?" He laughs awkwardly and the two return to their table to continue the show.

Tanya lays there a little longer, her face again buried in her dark red hair.

"Okay, get up girl," Rick punctuates his command with another firm slap to her soft rear.

Immediately, she sits up then quickly slides off the bench. She's just about to lower her skirt back into place and rush for her panties when Rick says, "hold on." The command leaves her literally holding on to her raised skirt in the middle of the room awaiting permission to move.

Rick is oblivious to this as he cleans the bench and moves it out of the way, talking the whole time about proper new tattoo care.

Tanya squirms impatiently, eager to get her skirt down, though to a room full of guys who just heard how "horny" she was, it definitely looked more like she was just working herself up while putting on a slutty show.

"...and that's about it. If you don't have any questions, you can be on your way!" Rick concludes just in time to turn and see Tanya wiggle her skirt back in place and bolt out the door in a flash.