Renna

You walk in the house. You hear moaning from the couch. Renna pokes her head up.

“Uh mom...nice to see you.”

She is naked and wearing bright red lipstick. A moment later, Liza pokes her head up, her lips covered in Sapphic Red and Renna’s juices.

“Ah...hi, Ms. Warshaw.”

“Mom isn’t that outfit a bit tacky for work?”

We need to get some GothPunk Purple on that cunt.

You nod your head in agreement, before realizing that your tattoo just spoke to you. You look down at it and it looks normal, which is to say really hot.

“Mind your own business, Renna.”

You leave the little whores to their fun.

You microwave a quick dinner and hit the sack. You close your eyes, looking forward to tomorrow.

Your alarm dings.

You should get some GothPunk Purple in those lips.

You swear the tattoos lips moved. She’s right though. You stagger into the bathroom and look in the mirror.

Your lipstick has almost worn off. You roll a new layer of dark purple on your lips, admiring how it makes you blue eyes look cold and cruel. You spray yourself with the perfume, noticing it is Eau de Obedience and almost gone. You slip on a latex mini skirt, some fishnets, your combat boots, and a cheap tube top.

Hopefully we can make it out the door before the little bitch can make a comment.

You snicker. You slip out with Renna And Liza still passed out on the couch.

You make it to work early. You stroll in and glare at security. The let you by without question. You make your way to the lab hoping to catch Curtiss.

It would be nice to see him on his knees, eating you out.

You couldn’t agree more. However he isn’t there. You check the various analytical machines that have running over night. You check the tissue samples,

“Well fuck me.”

You’ve made a discovery.