Chapter 4

This is too much, Heather told herself as she added three more toys to her bag. It now consisted of more sex toys than anything else, but she figured that wasn’t worth worrying about - after all, she was hardly getting anything done any more, at work OR at home. All of her spare time was spent masturbating, and more than half of her time at work was spent doing the same.

This is too much, Kelsey told herself as she sketched out her latest tattoo idea. The parlor had told her that they were ending the 2-for-1 discount, and so she wanted to make the most of it while she could. The piece of paper in front of her held the image of an Elven Princess, naked and on all fours, positioned in such a way to draw attention to her smoothly-shaved pussy. Something about the lewd emphasis of the fictional creature’s genitals turned Kelsey on, and her hand had slipped between her legs as she’d been drawing.

This is too much, Brittany told herself, as she bounced up and down on Eli’s cock. After pleasuring him in the copy room, he’d kept staring at her all day, and on a whim she’d invited him home with her. They’d been inseparable since then, which knew was simply unprofessional. Work should stay at work ... of course, she told herself, getting it out of his system would mean that he could stop staring at her all day and focus on the tasks at hand...

This is too much, the three women thought simultaneously ... but not one of them showed any sign of slowing down.

Friday:

Brittany arrived to work late. She had tried to insist that Eli come in separately, but then she’d noticed his erection and gotten distracted. Fifteen seconds later, she was bent over the kitchen table as he repeatedly pounded into her ass, and by the time they were done they didn’t have time to do anything but bolt to the car and get to work as quickly as possible.

One of Brittany’s jobs was to open the building up in the morning, but she was delighted to discover that it had already been done when she got there - as she entered in a fluster, she found Kelsey standing next to her desk, a friendly grin on her face.

“Let’s call it quits,” she said, waving off Brittany’s thanks. The two chatted briefly, Kelsey showed off her latest “safe” tattoo - a naked lady from the back, bending over and lightly spanking herself - and failed to notice Brittany’s somewhat bewildered reaction.

Before Kelsey could draw attention to her knuckles, their conversation was interrupted once more by Heather’s approaching grin. She practically floated around the office these days, as if sitting on a happy cloud.

No one had noticed the slight changes to Heather’s gait - while using toys to penetrate both her holes in the restroom stall the previous day, she’d been hit with the idea of not taking them out when she was done.

Her panties ensured that they didn’t just slip out, but the feeling of constant penetration made her wetter than she could ever remember being, and with a slight adjustment to her walk, she was occasionally hit with a wave of pleasure.

Walking slightly strangely had become the new norm for Kelsey, and as well as the constant after-glow her toys were providing, she was now experience occasional orgasms from just sitting at her desk, or walking from one end of the office to the other.

“Is she okay?” Kelsey asked, but her query fell on deaf ears - a man had approached Brittany’s desk, and she suddenly didn’t have time for anyone else.

“Yes, Jerry?” Brittany asked, the new shade of lipstick she’d put on that morning accentuating her smile even more than usual. “How’s the conference going?”

“Oh, it’s brutal. Everyone’s exhausted ... still, only two days left to go. I’ll tell you what, we could use a friendly face like yours there.”

“Oh really?” Brittany asked, an idea ticking over in her brain. “Here, let me walk you to your office - there’s something I want to discuss with you...”

As soon as she was alone in her cubicle, Kelsey rolled up her skirt to look at her new tattoo once more. It was beautifully subtle - she’d gotten a seamline tattooed down her left leg. At a glance, it just looked like she was wearing stockings, but in fact her legs were bare.

Kelsey was enjoying wearing bare legs to the office. The only disadvantage was that it added another place where she couldn’t get tattoos, and she was starting to feel overly limited in that regard already. Each night, Kelsey went home and sat on her bed, designing new tattoos that she wanted. Without her consciously noticing, they’d begun to grow more and more lewd - cunts filled with cum, busty women with a cock in each hole, nipples squirting milk and rude words written across tits.

The more she thought about her tattoos, the more turned on she got, and the more turned on she got, the more erotically-themed her sketches grew...

The idea of all her workmates staring at her, the shock that they’d get at seeing the ink that she was covered with ... every time she so much as glanced at one of her tattoos, Kelsey got wet. She found the idea of her body becoming a lewd, obscene canvas so hot, and after a particularly shocked stare, or a raised eyebrow, Kelsey’s knees would get weak with arousal.

She’d become obsessed with her tattoos having an overarching motif, and (inspired by the solitary balloon that still sat on her ankle) decided to go with a circus/carnival theme. Female lion-tamers, being roughly taken by their lions ... curvy clowns being spanked by rough ringmasters ... above her pussy, she intended to get the word “FUNHOUSE” written in curvy circus script.

Next to her bed, as she drew, sat the trophy. Beside it was the ever-dwindling pile of money. Her debts hadn’t abated - so far all the money she’d won from Rob’s party had gone to paying her tattoo artist.