Chapter 3

Dakota got stares the next morning. From people on public transport, from people in the elevator ... even from her co-workers.

Even from the women who knew what was at stake.

For a moment, she wondered if she’d gone too far. But in her heart, she knew she was doing the right thing. She wouldn’t be able to see Rob for the weekend, and if she wanted to survive the weekend without his gaze, she had to give a show he wouldn’t forget.

She’d been up all night. After going down on Rob with Holly the previous night, she’d been so happy, so full of energy ... she felt like it would never stop.

But it would. She knew it would.

And so she’d waited until Holly had left, and then called Rob, asking him to come back to the office. Telling him it was urgent.

When he’d returned, she hadn’t even said anything - she’d just waited for him, naked, and when he’d come through the office door, thrown herself at him.

Fortunately, Rob was a good catch.

Within a minute he was naked, and just a few seconds after that, he was pumping in and out her her - the first cock she’d had inside her since breaking up with Skye, she realized halfway through.

Dakota had been sure to put on a show. Moans, huffs, pants. He’d stared, transfixed, at her tattoo as she lay naked on the reception desk, spread-eagled, doing all she could to give the impression she was over-the-moon at the feeling of his cock pounding into her.

He wasn’t bad, but Dakota had no sexual interest in Rob. What she wanted was the feeling of bliss that his attention inexplicably provided.

The longer he fucked her, the better she felt - and, after letting him cum on her face just ten minutes earlier, Dakota had been feeling pretty good going in.

She wondered if Holly, driving home, was slowly feeling worse. Every time Rob’s attention had shifted to their co-worker, Dakota had found her own joy lessening, but now ... now, it seemed that he was fully focussed on her, as though nothing could ever distract him again.

But it would. She knew it would.

And so she’d come up with a plan. Stay one step ahead, she’d told herself. Seducing Rob - that was the first part of the plan. She needed to go all night, or at least as long as she could, and that meant she needed as much of a hit as she could get.

When she could feel Rob’s orgasm approaching, she begged him to pull out.

“Come on my face,” she said, a desperate tone in her voice. “Please, Rob ... I need it.”

He’d been more than happy to oblige. When he was done, Dakota felt so happy that bursting suddenly seemed like a serious risk.

“I’ve got to go,” she said with a smile. “But I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” Rob said contentedly as he began pulling his pants up. “Whatever you say...”

Leaving Rob her panties (to further ensure her presence in his thoughts) Dakota dashed to the tattoo parlour, where the artist was waiting.

“What do you want to do first?” he’d said, unable to resist returning her radiant smile, and trying to stop herself from shaking with joy, Dakota told him exactly where to start.

The face tattoos didn’t seem to be the first thing that people noticed.

Probably because they were white. If you were looking at Dakota’s face, they were obvious, but as she caught the train in that morning, her face was the last thing they were looking at.

The tattoo artist had been extremely reluctant to tattoo her face at all, but Dakota had quickly learned that her enthusiasm was difficult to resist. It had only taken a few minutes of cheerful cajoling to convince him, and he’d tattooed the patterns she’d instructed.

To most people, they looked like white camouflage patterns, or the speckled skin of a cow. But to those with a dirty mind, they had the exact effect she’d intended - the tattoos looked like the bursts of cum that Rob had twice splattered her face with the previous day.

No, the first thing that people noticed was either her outfit, or the tattoos on her exposed stomach and back.

Remembering what Rob had said about enjoying the trampiness of her cunt-tattoo, Dakota hadn’t held back in the slightest. Across her midriff, in a huge loopy font, she had the words “Slutty whore” tattooed, and on her back it simply read “Pee on me”, with an arrow pointing to her rear said “grab me spank me touch me fuck me”.

To Dakota’s surprise, a few people had taken her up on the written offer, and during the crowded train-ride, she got groped more than a few times.

It didn’t bother her. She was still glowing from the previous night’s escapades - she just hoped that she could give Rob enough pleasure to get her through the whole weekend.

She was wearing a set of green panties and a matching bra ... and nothing else. Her nipples were clearly visible through the bra, but it didn’t bother her.

Nothing bothered her. She was slowly turning herself into Rob’s fantasy fuck-toy, and if that meant he’d keep on paying attention to her, she knew she’d never want for anything else.

As she disembarked from the train, her feeling of joy started to slip away. Holly must be in, she thought - she wasn’t worried. She knew that no matter what the redhead had done, Dakota would be able to compete.

When she arrived at the office, once she’d walked past the stunned stares of her co-workers, Dakota was surprised that it wasn’t Holly who’d drawn Rob’s attention ... well, it wasn’t only Holly.

She must have made some phone-calls, Dakota thought. In front of her was what could only be described as a minor orgy. Holly and four of the other women from the office had managed to cram themselves into Rob’s studio.

They were all dressed in matching slutty schoolgirl outfits - white blouses that barely hid anything, pleated skirts that covered only a few inches of skin. A few of the women had obviously started to pick up some tricks - they had small tattoos on their ankles or shoulders. Mild things, that looked nothing compared to Dakota’s new gallery.