It was hard to get out of bed the next morning, but she managed to go to school. It was Thursday. She wore her mini-skirt.

The hostility of the other female students had risen a notch, as they understood the high heels were now a permanent part of her style, but it was counterbalanced by the attitude of the boys toward her.

She caught herself enjoying the attention. On two separate occasions, she flashed a boy by accident and let him look.

The first one was in the library, as she was sitting on a chair at the edge of a table, in front of a male student relaxing in a beanbag. If she had left her knees together under the table, he wouldn't have seen anything, but she had been trained to really force her thighs apart every time she sat. Her legs were open so wide she was at risk of bumping into the girl next to her. She had to move to the side, her body slightly twisted, to use her computer. She worked for a bit until she saw his eyes, staring blankly at her crotch. And, to her own surprise, she kept her legs open a few seconds more, on purpose. Just to see what would happen. But nothing happened and that disappointed her a bit. When she closed them, breaking the spell, his gaze met hers and she smiled at him naughtily. It pleasantly reminded her of the quiet guy in the restaurant.

The second time was in the amphitheater. She was in the last row and felt someone behind her. Her body was a bit far from the long shared desk, she wasn't taking notes, and her skirt had ridden up. So, from where he stood, the male student behind her had a perfect view of her panties. She didn't even hide, letting him look before he went to sit down.

 

She drove the boys crazy that day, her earlier sluggishness replaced by a playful, teasing energy.

 

In the middle of the afternoon, though, she crashed: a terrible wave of anxiety and fatigue crept in. When she reached home, she was exhausted and barely ate before locking herself in her room to watch porn until she succumbed to sleep.

 

Friday was the hardest day. Suddenly, irrationally, the thought of going to school became terrifying.

She was supposed to meet with Leena that night, so she toyed with the idea of just staying at home all day, calling in sick.

But she couldn't miss her classes. She just needed a way to relieve her stress and the answer was obvious, in the form of a small white pill. She didn't want to become an addict, plus she knew she would need the pill for whatever Kessler wanted her to do Saturday, so she used a knife to properly cut the last white pill in half, and rode the chemical boost to get through her day. It wasn't a solution she liked, but it was an emergency.

It helped during the first part of the day but, at noon, she decided to leave school to take the second part she had purposely left at home so she wouldn't be tempted. She ingested it as soon as she arrived and the relaxing effect slowly diffused into her body. A bit after 1PM, she was supposed to go back to school but she was so relaxed she decided to skip her afternoon classes and stay in bed, indulging in porn again.

Even so, she considered it half a victory, because she did manage to go half a day at school, didn't she?

But, she was out of white pills.

 

Thankfully, when Leena arrived, she immediately managed to set up a meeting with her dealer. Lucy was surprised to learn the dealer's identity, but it made sense somehow. At least it was someone she already knew. According to Leena, he was even likely to give her a good price, if he liked Lucy enough.

The only problem was that the meeting was on Sunday. The day AFTER she was supposed to meet Kessler. She needed a white pill before that.

 

"Please, Leena. Just one more.", she begged the Asian girl. "Just to get me through Saturday with him."

 

Leena had Lucy right where she wanted her. They were both in Lucy's room. It was a bit cramped, even with the softbox lights pushed to the side, and the whole area smelled strongly of sex. She wanted to jump her bones right now, push her onto the bed and have her way with her. She could feel it: the moment when Lucy would submit totally was approaching fast. But, not yet, not yet. She had to play it smart.

 

So she delayed:

"I really don't have anything on me right now, Lucy. But I'll come by Saturday before you meet your teacher and bring you something, ok? Now tell me what happened the last time with him."

 

Lucy had no choice but to accept. She told her everything in detail: the slap, the fingering, the dress, the club and the gigantic plastic cock.

 

"Show me.", asked Leena, curious.

 

Lucy got the dildo that was hidden under a pile of clothes.

It was a monster. In all her (short) porn career, Leena had never seen a real cock that big. At least 10 inches of thick, heavy, semi-soft plastic, adorned with realistic veins. Kessler had pressed it into her hands at drop-off, telling her to practice.

 

"He said it was the same size as his dick.", explained Lucy.

 

Leena couldn't help but laugh. The girl was so naive.

 

"Can you deepthroat it yet?", she asked.

 

Lucy shook her head. She hadn't tried again since the last time, when she couldn't get past her gag reflex. She had wanted to ask Leena for some tips, since she saw firsthand what the girl was capable of during the photoshoot with Jürgen. But she couldn't imagine really practicing, hands-on, with Leena.

 

"I'll show you. Let's go to the entrance."

 

The only full-length mirror fitting for the suction cup was there. Leena attached it to the glass and went to get some pillows to put under Lucy's knees.

 

"This is the best way to train. Try it."

 

Lucy didn't really want to do that, but at the same time, she wanted to please her friend, especially with the prospect of a pill dangling, and knew she needed to train anyway. Thankfully, Sarah was away at the strip club.

 

So she knelt on the pillows, in front of herself in the mirror. It was a wild experience seeing herself moving her head forward, her jaw and eyes wide open, forehead wrinkled, trying to fit the monster plastic cock in her throat.

Who was this girl, looking back at her? She looked like one of those porn sluts she watched every day, exposed and desperate.

 

She couldn't get very far. The thick silicone slammed into the back of her mouth, and she had to tear herself away after a disgusting, wet choking gag.

Lucy looked really desperate in the mirror, her red face in a grimace of pain. It seemed impossible to her. Another twisted game from her teacher, an unachievable task.

 

But it didn't daunt Leena. "I'll show you", she said energetically, kneeling next to her.

 

Quickly, effortlessly, half of the huge toy disappeared into Leena's mouth, and then the full, thick length slid straight down. She pressed hard forward, and harder still, her nose squashing flat against the cold glass, and stayed there for a dozen seconds, eyes watering from the pressure, swallowing it down without a single gag. Slowly, she moved away from it, the glistening stick of plastic seemingly materializing out of her mouth from nowhere, leaving a thick string of drool that dripped and splashed onto the floor.

 

"See?"

 

Lucy had seen, indeed. So it WAS possible, after all.

 

"Ok, first, try to make peace with your gag reflex. Put a finger into your mouth..."

 

Under Leena's guidance, Lucy trained, learning to swallow as she put it in her mouth, to breathe even with the girth filling her throat. Slowly, she got better. It wasn't so disgusting anymore, thanks to Leena helping her normalize the whole thing. It turned into a shared project between two friends. It was almost fun.

 

Leena gave her some more tips:

"See this part? It's the frenulum. If you want to make a guy crazy, first, go as deep as possible..."

 

Lucy complied, amazed by how ignorant she'd been on the topic, taking the dildo into her throat. It never even occurred to her to clean it after Leena had used it.

 

"Then, stay here for as long as possible, and use your tongue. Now, continue using your tongue as you move back... and stay here, target the frenulum. Play with it. Yes. You'll make 99% of guys cum immediately like that."

 

They practiced until late, then watched some porn videos on the topic.

 

---

 

The next day, Lucy was picked up by her teacher at 1PM.

 

"You're getting prettier and prettier", he said, as she got in the comfortable seat. She was wearing her miniskirt again, with the green lingerie underneath.

 

"Did you bring your I.D.?", he asked. As she confirmed, they drove off.

Leena did get her a pill, so she was relaxed in her teacher's car. Of course, legs wide open, masturbating through her panties with porn on the dashboard. It was the first time she did that in daylight, but she considered it relatively safe, as she was low enough in his car and its windows tinted enough. She waited for him to explain what the plan was for today.

 

He drove to the expressway and stated:

"You've been a good girl Lucy. So much so I'm willing to invest 10k in you. Would you like that?"

 

Of course she would like to become normal!

 

"Yes.", she answered.

 

"What was that?"

 

She quickly corrected herself, her heart beating, fearing he would change his mind.

"Like, yes I would be sooo totally happy daddy?!", she answered with a giggle in a high pitched voice.

 

"Perfect.", he said. "But that money isn't sitting in a checking account. It's invested. Liquidating it means paperwork, calls, a tax hit. I don't go through that trouble for girls who flake. Do you understand?"

 

"Like, yes daddy."

 

"Today, I'll buy you some more clothes.", he announced.

Lucy felt a genuine spark of excitement, already thinking about reselling her future gifts.

 

"But first, I want to see just how far you're willing to go for me. The first stop is a tattoo parlor."

 

Her heart skipped a beat. A TATTOO? Did he want to brand her with his initials?

 

"Are you willing to get a piercing and tattoo for me?", he asked.

 

She wasn't, really. A piercing was fine, because it was removable. But a tattoo... Was she supposed to pretend she liked the idea? She decided to tell the truth:

"Like... I'm like... afraid daddy."

 

He reassured her:

"I know. Don't worry, it'll be abstract shapes, the lines as thin as possible. Easy to laser off later. Is it acceptable?"

 

Her hand stopped playing with her pussy as she thought about it. She didn't really want a tattoo, she always considered them tasteless, but all of Sarah's friends had at least one. It was completely normal nowadays. Besides, the prospect of easy laser removal put her mind at ease.

 

"What... like, what will they look like?"

 

"The first one will be the outline of a star on your hip."

 

She could live with that.

 

"The second will be a thin tramp stamp. Three curvy lines."

 

She gasped at the thought. She knew the reputation that came with it, how trashy it could look, how quickly people would judge her. But she'd also look more mature, dangerously sexual. Men would stare, their imaginations fueled by a tattoo branding her as an easy lay. Deep down, Lucy's recently awakened exhibitionist streak tingled at the idea. She moaned as her finger brushed her clit, hardened by an illicit thrill at the idea. Just the thought of them catching a glimpse of her lower back and having their minds running wild with filthy fantasies made her face flush with heat. Besides, it wasn't really her fault, and it was only three lines, barely anything. Right now, she wanted that. Her hand sped up between her legs. She wanted the fantasy of being marked as a fucktoy, like the girl on her phone's screen, who was getting manhandled, an object to use and abuse.

 

He watched her masturbate at the idea, listening to her moans echoing those of the porn playing. When she seemed to have calm down a bit, he asked:

"So? Are three little lines worth ten thousand dollars to you?"

 

Yes it was. 

 

"Like, okay, I will like, totally do it.", she answered.

 

"Mmm? Do what?"

 

"Like, oh my god, I will get like, a tattoo of a star and a tramp stamp?"

 

"Yes. And why will you get a tramp stamp?"

 

"Because... I'm a slut."

 

"Good girl."

 

The car veered into the parking lot of a small tattoo studio. It was the first time Lucy went in one, and she was surprised how clean and organized it looked. The interior was modern and minimalist, dominated by sleek black tones: a dark grey floor, three black walls, and black cabinets with wooden tops.

The fourth wall was white, serving as a backdrop for framed professional certifications and a handful of tasteful art prints. There was a basin, two large mirrors, a black vinyl tattoo chair with an overhead ring light.

It looked like a hair salon, not somewhere you would be scarred for life.

The artist was a younger dude radiating a laid-back, cool vibe, contrasting with the clinical precision of his studio, standing behind a counter.

He looked up from a sketchpad as the door chimed, his eyes tracking past Kessler before landing on Lucy. A knowing, easy smile broke across his face.

"Welcome back, man." the artist said, nodding a greeting as he set his pencil down. "Back so soon, with a new friend I see."

 

Lucy shivered at these words. Just how many girls had this old pervert groomed? She mentally took note that this could be another possible angle of attack against him if needed.

 

"Yes, this is Lucy.", Kessler said. "She will be getting the tattoos and the piercing I sent you. It's her first time, she's a bit shy."

 

Lucy blushed. First and last time.

 

"Welcome Lucy. I'm Zane. Can I see some ID? Then let's review the design, ok?"

 

She nodded and showed him her id.

 

He then brought a tablet and gave it to her over the counter. As she reached for it, her hand passed close to his face and she wondered for a split second if he could smell her pussy juice lingering on her fingers. He seemed like a nice guy, she didn't want to think she was a slut.

She focused on the screen that showed her what her teacher had described. The outline of a star on her hip bone. The other one was the tramp stamp, three thin, curved lines, the kind of ornaments you would see on furniture.

 

"Are you ok with that? You seem a bit hesitant."

 

She nodded again. She didn't dare to speak, because it meant using her persona and she wasn't sure she could. Zane sensed something was off.

 

"Sorry man, can you wait outside?", asked the artist to Kessler.

 

"I'll wait in the car.", he answered flatly.

 

Lucy's eyes widened seeing her tormentor obey the order of another man. He had complied so easily! Here, Zane was king, she understood.

 

"Come on, take a seat", he said, motioning toward a leather chair and bringing a rolling stool for himself.

Lucy sat down, her skirt riding up. It wasn't as bad as the microdress, but would expose her panties if she opened her legs. She managed to keep them shut.

 

"Everything ok?"

 

She nodded again, with less conviction.

 

"Ooh I don't think you are.", he teased her, hoping for a reaction. "Is he forcing you?"

 

She was at a crossroad. If she said yes, he would never tattoo her. Wouldn't it be better? No tattoo. No piercing. No free clothing. No breast implants. Maybe he would call the cops on Kessler? Maybe he would push back, showing proofs how she had seduced him, maybe it'll ruin her academic career? She couldn't admit to Zane he was forcing her. And she was ok with the idea of getting some small tattoos, wasn't she.

She would have cried if the pill wasn't in her system, calming her.

 

"If you need, I can tell him the machine is acting up, that I can't tattoo today. I can call the whole thing off and send him packing.", he explained.

 

"I... I'm ok.", she decided to say. "Just really scared."

 

"Scared of the needle? Or scared of this guy?", he asked.

 

"O-of you.", she blurted out without really thinking. It was somewhat easy to push this nice guy away, to blame him for her fear. She was scared of him breaking the precarious equilibrium she had found with Kessler, of him wasting all her efforts.

 

He was taken aback by the sudden confession.

 

"Wow. My bad.", he said, moving away from her. "I don't want you to feel unsafe in my shop alright. I'll call your guy back ok?"

 

"Yes please."

 

Zane went out and came back with Kessler, whose face was perfectly expressionless.

 

"Alright," Zane said. "So Lucy, what are we doing?"

 

"Like, I want like, the tattoos please.", she answered, her voice getting higher as she switched to her valley girl voice.

 

"Awesome. Ok, please get on the table."

 

She extended her hand toward Kessler, who helped her out of the armchair and guided her toward the tattoo table.

She climbed on the slick vinyl, her green panties flashing into view before she lay down flat. She felt good, lying there. She felt a bit detached, but the pull tab of her miniskirt, pressing on her back, was keeping her grounded somehow. Her clunky heels were resting on a plastic sleeve at the end of the bed. The ring light was shining a bit too bright at the edge of her peripheral vision. A fan was hanging still on the ceiling.

 

Zane had moved back to the counter to print something, and came back with the star on a stencil paper. It wasn't that small, just about two fingers wide, but the lines were very thin.

 

"Can you move your skirt down a bit? And your shirt up."

 

She arched to reach the zipper, poking herself with her fake nails but managed to open it and pull down her skirt as low as she could.

Zane sprayed her with something cold, and she shivered as he used a razor to remove the invisible body hair she didn't even know she had on her right hip. He then applied another thicker fluid on her hip, rubbing it on her skin with his black nitrile gloves.

He lined up the paper and pressed it firmly against her hip for a few seconds before peeling it away.

 

"Ok. Go take a look."

 

She moved up, letting her block-heel sandals dangle on the side of the bed and stepped down. A few steps, and she was in front of the mirror. It wasn't a revelation or anything. She even wondered why she'd had to step down to look. It was simply a sharp, purple star on her hip Actually, she was more shocked by the sight of her black miniskirt pulled down, showing the top of her green panties.

 

"So... Are we making it permanent?", asked Zane.

 

"Like, yes please.", she answered meekly. She suddenly remembered to look at her teacher, to check his approval. His face was as neutral as usual, his gaze cold and impenetrable. He likes it, she thought, as if she could secretly read into his mind.

 

She moved back to the bed to let Zane work. A machine hummed. Her skin was stretched painfully tight. And the marking started.

She didn't realize it was going to hurt that much. For a moment, she wondered if Zane wasn't making a mistake. Was he really tattooing her, or engraving a scar?! She could feel the tip of the pen on her epidermis, insisting on the same spot and him cleaning after each pass. She looked at her impassive teacher, her own face contorted in pain. Her eyebrows furrowed into a deep wrinkle, the bridge of the nose crinkling upward, her eyes squeezing tight, forcing the skin at the corners into sharp crows-feet. It went on for a few minutes and the buzzing stopped, her wrinkles melting away as she relaxed. Was it over?

 

"All done!", he confirmed. This time, he showed her the result with a hand mirror. It was the same star, a lot more visible now because of the deep black ink. It looked the same as if someone had drawn on her using a thin sharpie. It worried her a bit, but she remembered it would fade later...right? Around it, her skin was getting redder by the second.

Zane didn't let her linger on it too much, taking the mirror away almost immediately back and saying:

"Let me clean and wrap it."

 

He quickly applied a stinging green soap to sterilize the area and pressed a wide square pad over her hip before securing it with medical tape.

 

"Alright", he said as he snapped his gloves off, "flip over so we can do the lower back."

 

Lucy contorted herself to face the other way, her skirt still down, her garment visible through the open zipper. She could hear clatter behind her, as if Zane were getting a whole different set of tools to tattoo this area. It worried her a bit to not understand what was taking him so long. Was he getting a bigger needle?

 

The process repeated on her back, the shaving, the soap, the transfer from the paper. This time, he took a picture and showed her the screen. Yeah, it was someone's back, with a little tramp stamp on it. She had a hard time reconciling it as her own back. But no surprise, the lines were thin as promised. She approved and he went to work.

The process was even faster, and Lucy was glad it was, because it was particularly uncomfortable. Each stroke would rattle through her entire skeleton, reverberating even into her jaw. This time, she felt like he was using a sledgehammer to mark her. It was over quickly. He cleaned and covered her lower back in the same fashion.

 

The next step was the piercing. Zane showed her Kessler's selection: a navel piercing, with a small chain that would be dangling from her belly button.

 

"So I'm warning you.", said Zane. "A drop charm navel ring is a bad idea to start with. It'll be a LOT harder to heal. So we'll start with a curved barbell navel ring. You get me?"

 

Kessler and Lucy approved silently.

 

"Ok, so, it's not going to be a ring.", he explained, moving back to get a curved  cylinder with two metal balls. "See? A ball on the top and the bottom. Let me show you."

 

He pulled up some pictures on his phone. Lucy approved, even though she didn't like it very much, because it looked like something a younger woman would wear. But apparently that was what she had to start with.

 

He asked her to stand, and marked two spots around her belly button. She couldn't suppress a laugh as he grazed against her sensitive stomach.

Then, she laid back on the table. Zane used a long clamp to pinch the top of her belly button from the inside, pulling it down as if he was trying to close her navel, then up again, while holding something in his other hand. In less than 10 seconds, too fast for Lucy to realize it was done, and that she was now fitted with a metal barbell.

 

"Is... is it already done?", she asked, unsure.

 

"Ahah, yes, it's really fast I know. The hardest part falls to you, you'll need to wash it with saline twice a day."

 

He took some time to put away his gear. Lucy stayed on the tattoo table, laying down. Both tattoos and the fresh navel stud were pulsating slowly, reminding her of what she had just done. She couldn't believe it. She was now tattooed and pierced. But she calmed down. The piercing wasn't a problem, she could always remove it later, and the tattoos were really thin. It was ok.

She heard Kessler pay. Then he came back to help her out of the table and even closed the miniskirt zipper for her.

Finally, Zane spent some time explaining how to use the cleaning products and the aftercare procedures. Lucy listened halfheartedly, distracted by the growing pain. She could always look it up online later, she reasoned. Right now, she just wanted to get out of there.

 

Every step back to the car sent a sharp sting through her newly pierced navel, the waistband of her miniskirt rubbing mercilessly against the fresh bandages on her hip and back. Kessler pressed the fob and the car's lights blinked twice in the afternoon sun.

"You held up well, Lucy," he said, opening her door. "Now let's get you some new clothes. You've earned it."