Tattoed

Walking back into town, you noticed a tattoo parlour. You thought back to waking up to your friend violating you. And got an idea.

You walked in. A goth chick stood behind a counter,

"What kind do ya want blondie,"

"One above my pussy!" You declared,

The chick raised an eyebrow, "Saying...what?"

"BBC Only!" You giggled.

"Well ok," the goth chick rolled her eyes, "Your money."

As you laid there, wondering if this tattoo would be there when you changed back, you felt a twinge of regret. Then again, if you didn't, it would be a clear sign of who owned your pussy. You felt yourself getting turned on.

"Maam, do you mind not getting turned on while I do this?" The goth chick asked disgusted.

You just smiled. And let her finish.