Chapter 3

Monday:

As Kelsey walked into work the next day, she was met with raised eyebrows and huge smiles.

The raised eyebrows were from those who hadn’t been at the party. They were wondering what small, shy Kelsey was doing, walking so confidently, dressed uncharacteristically in such a a short skirt. The huge smiles were from the men who had seen her faux-naked, and welcomed any change in her wardrobe that brought her closer to that state.

It wasn’t until lunch, however, when she got a chance to sit down and spend time with her two best friends that Kelsey was truly able to show off.

“Wow!” Brittany said, huge smile upon her face.

“Really?” Heather asked, her eyebrows conveying her disapproval.

“Oh come on,” Brittany said, playfully slapping Heather on the arm. “Don’t be like that - it’s about time that Kelsey loosened up a bit! I think this is a good start!”

The two girls were reacting to their workmate’s new tattoo - the one she had shown them, anyway. Once she had reached the tattoo parlor and discovered that they had a two-for-one deal for tattoos above a certain price, she’d been unable to resist the temptation of spending the entire fistful of cash she’d hastily grabbed on the way out.

A pair of new tattoos later, she was walking out of the small shop with a smile on her face and a new confidence in her stride. On her left ankle she’d gotten a simple tattoo of a balloon - she’d wanted something simple and playful, something she wouldn’t be ashamed to show her friends.

Something to contrast her other tattoo.

It was the balloon that Brittany was gushing over, while Heather made her reservations clear. Kelsey wasn’t sure how they’d react if they saw the pair of boobs she’d gotten tattooed on her lower back.

She wasn’t even sure why she’d done it - Kelsey wasn’t a boob girl particularly, and whenever she’d imagined getting tattoos, it had never been something so crude, so ... silly.

That was it. It was silly. She enjoyed the humor of it, but more than that ... the fact that it was so out-of-character. Getting a tattoo at all made her feel free, like she was someone else - getting one of a pair of tits? That just proved that she wasn’t boxed into her life as a graphic designer at a failing company.

She was more than that, she was free. It made her forget that she was swimming in debt ... it told her that she could do whatever she wanted.

In fact, she might even get another. Soon.

Once lunch was over, and the girls made their way back to their various workstations, Heather breathed a huge sigh of relief. She was fairly sure she’d managed to hide it from her workmates - she’d perhaps been a bit harsher than necessary on poor Kelsey, but honestly, Heather had welcomed the distraction.

Ever since she’d arrived at work that morning, she’d just felt so ... horny.

It was just an after-effect from the day before, she told herself. Uncharacteristically, Heather had stayed in bed all day - from shortly after she’d wokem up, right through until she’d drifted back to sleep that night, Heather had only gotten up for food and to go to the toilet.

The rest of the time, she’d been masturbating.

It had been fun, Heather was forced to admit. It was so unlike her - she’d always had a strong sex-drive, but she never had time to indulge herself like that.

Yes, that was it. It was an indulgence. And when was the last time she’d had one of those? She’d been battling with guilt all morning - she’d promised her neighbor that she’d pop around and help out with her garden, she’d taken some work home with her over the weekend, and her house was a mess.

But sometimes, you just needed to treat yourself, and that was all it had been. A lovely, relaxing weekend - a party, a few more drinks than were strictly necessary, a bit of prize money, and then a day of self-pleasure. It was out of her system now, and she could go back to being her normal go-getter self.

So why was she still so turned on?

All day Heather had felt like she was battling her own hormones. It wasn’t anything in particular - there were no guys in the office that Heather was particularly attracted to (no women either, for that matter) and her computer monitor had shown nothing more erotic than a spreadsheet all day. Other than a few calls to clients, there had been nothing particularly out of the ordinary about Heather’s day, certainly nothing erotic, and there was no reason for her to want to get off that one last time.

One last time...

The idea was so tempting that Heather decided that the best thing to do, to clear her head, would be simply to head into the ladies’ bathroom, get herself off, and return to work energized and ready to go.

I wish I had a toy here, she thought as she slipped into her work’s restroom. But I suppose fingers will have to do...

Jerry smiled broadly at Brittany as he left for the day. He was half in love with their bombshell of a receptionist - every man in the building was - but there was something particularly appealing about her that day. Her smile seemed wider, her skirt seemed tighter, her top seemed even more low-cut...

No, that wasn’t it. It was her attitude. She was always bubbly and personable - it was what Brittany was known for. But today she somehow seemed extra friendly, extra chirpy.

“I’m here to please,” her body seemed to be screaming - Jerry could have sworn she was pushing her chest forward slightly, trying to emphasize her (already impressive) cleavage, but he didn’t want to stare.

“Good night, Brittany,” he said as he left.

“Good night, sir,” she replied, and something about the way she purred the last word had him erect before he could even hit the back door.

Tuesday:

This is wrong, Heather told herself. I shouldn’t be doing this ... not at work.

The thought ran through her mind again and again, but it somehow just managed to add to the heat she felt between her legs. After jilling off in the bathroom the day before, she’d barely managed to get through the rest of the day. Finally, knocking off time arrived, and she all but ran home, collapsed straight onto her bed, and got herself off over and over and over again before falling into a blissful sleep.

She’d had a date, the saleswoman remembered the next morning. She’d been looking forward to it for a week - Tim, his name was, or Tom. Something short. But she’d been so obsessed by the idea of getting home and getting her favorite vibrator between her legs, she’d completely blanked on seeing ... was it Todd? ... until she’d noticed three missed calls and two messages on her phone.

A second date was looking unlikely, but that was okay. Who needs men, she told herself, when you’ve got friends like these?

As she was leaving for work, she’d fished one of her smallest sex toys out of the trophy (where it had somehow landed after Sunday’s session) and then - completely on impulse - slipped it into her work bag.

The idea of sneaking into the bathroom again consumed her, and it was all she could think about during her commute. So naughty, she told herself - so deliciously wicked.

Once Heather arrived at work, she’d made small talk with her supervisor, and then fled to the bathroom, plunging her tiny toy deep into her wetness, and rubbing at her nipples with her other hand.

Oh god, she thought as an orgasm swept her body. This is so wrong...

I’ve got to do this again some time.

As Heather left the ladies’ room, her route back to her desk brought her past reception. Brittany didn’t notice, however - one of the young interns was at her desk, and she was flirting outrageously with him.

Typical Brittany, Heather thought with a smile, enjoying her post-orgasm glow. She doesn’t even mind that he hasn’t looked at her face once...