Chapter 2

It was clear that Holly was furious. She’d pulled out all the stops - when the older redhead had arrived at work, she’d been wearing a form-fitting lycra dress. It was completely unsuitable for the office, but Dakota knew that was irrelevant - all that was important was whether Rob liked it.

The red latex showed off her thin waist and wide hips, but it was so tight around her legs that she couldn’t keep up with Rob, following Dakota around the office as she completed her morning tasks.

He obviously loved her tattoo. Dakota basked in Rob’s gaze - she couldn’t ever remember feeling this happy. A part of her knew it was unhealthy, a part of her knew it wouldn’t last, and a huge part of her knew that she certainly shouldn’t have gotten a depiction of pussy-lips tattooed in such an obviously visible area, but at that moment, she didn’t care.

She didn’t care about anything except Rob’s eyes on her.

Dakota couldn’t help an excited squeal escaping her lips when Rob asked her to lunch, and (ignoring Holly’s death-glare) she excitedly accepted.

Lunch with Rob - a full half-hour of his attention on her.

She couldn’t wait.

It was 2am when Dakota’s high began to wear off. She was still up - she felt so full of energy: she cleaned her entire apartment, finally got around to filing her taxes, and when there was nothing left to do, just flitted around the apartment, still buzzing.

Lunch had been amazing. She couldn’t even remember what they’d talked about - her head had been so clouded with pleasure. Rob had asked her a lot of questions about her tattoos, and told her how much he admired it - how lewd it was, the way that she wasn’t afraid to wear something so overtly sexual on her skin, like a badge of pride.

Dakota had mostly just smiled and nodded in reply, which Rob had been satisfied with. He’d paid for lunch, which had made her swoon, and when they got back to the office, explained that he had a full day ahead of him.

In a desperate attempt to attract his attention, Holly had been waiting by his cubicle, running her hands over the smooth latex of her dress, but Rob barely even seemed to notice.

Again, Holly stared at her with narrow eyes - if looks could kill, even her bubble of happiness wouldn’t have been enough to save Dakota, but she didn’t care.

She didn’t care about anything.

In the early hours of the morning, however, a sudden deep exhaustion hit Dakota, and she fell straight into a deep slumber. Her alarm barely managed to wake her - the positive glow that had enveloped her the previous day was completely gone, and she felt worse than she had in weeks.

With a great amount of effort, she began getting ready, the only thing keeping her going was the knowledge that Rob would be at work. She hated how much his attention seemed to mean to her, but at the same time she knew that if she didn’t do something to make herself feel better, she’d never get out of bed again.

In an attempt to play it cool, Dakota strolled by Rob’s cubicle, hoping he’d notice and call her over. When nothing happened, she turned back, and was shocked to see what was distracting her co-worker:

Holly had apparently decided to try to steal Dakota’s thunder - the tall woman was wearing what looked like a slutty evening-gown. Like the latex dress of the previous day, it hugged her waist and hips tightly, but Rob’s eyes were firmly locked on the impressive amount of cleavage it showed.

And for good reason - Holly had gotten the top of each boob tattooed. The tattoos were a string of pin-up girls: above Holly’s left breast, one was showing cleavage of her own, the next was bent over, exposing white panties, and the next was leaning back with her legs spread, showing off a patch of pubic hair.

On the right breast, the first girl was topless, the second was naked and spanking herself, and the third appeared to be touching herself and winking.

If she didn’t feel so flat, Dakota would have been furious. Holly had flagrantly stolen her idea, and taken all of their colleague’s attention for herself.

“Rob?” Dakota asked softly.

“Mmm? Oh, hey Dakota.” Rob replied, without even looking up.

Dakota’s heart sank. With her flat chest, she knew she couldn’t compete with Holly’s cleavage, and there was no way she could find a tattoo artist and get a new tattoo over lunch. And if she had to spend the next eight hours at work hearing Holly laugh at Rob’s jokes, she’d end up killing herself - literally.

An possible solution struck Dakota, and while it didn’t penetrate the fog enough to allow smile to appear, a close observer would have seen the hint of a twinkle in her eye as the cloud of depression lifted ever-so-slightly.

“Rob?” Dakota said again, as she returned from her emergency appointment at lunch. He was still staring admiringly at Holly’s pale chest, marvelling at the way the woman’s tattoos contrasted with the smattering of freckles on her cleavage.

“Hmmmm?”

“Sorry to disturb - I can see you’re busy...”

“What is it, Dakot-...”

Holly’s voice trailed off as she looked up and saw the new additions to Dakota’s face.

The young woman had remembered that just a few doors down, there was a place that offered - among other services - facial piercings. She didn’t know whether Rob had an appreciation of piercings to match his love of tattoos, but she was desperate, and willing to take the risk.

It seemed that her gamble had paid off - at the sound of Holly’s surprise, Rob had turned to see what she was looking at, and Dakota felt her heart fill with joy the second Rob’s smile appeared.

Grinning in reply, Dakota was surprised to feel a new sensation - she could feel the anti-eyebrow piercing beside her left eye shifting as she smiled. It stung slightly, but she barely felt it as endorphins began to flood her body.

“You like?” she said shyly, and as Rob nodded in response, she felt a small shiver of pleasure go down her spine.

Why did his approval feel so good? What was happening - it was obvious that Holly felt it too, and some of the other women in the office. When she walked by the others’ cubicles, they were hunched over their computers, miserable. The only smiles she’d seen recently were Rob’s and Holly’s, everyone else looked like they felt as bad as she had, just a few minutes ago.