“Lou, would you help me with an April Fools prank on my husband? It’s kind of risqué, so right up your alley.”

“Depends. Do I get a piece of my friend, Bud? After last year’s stunt at the party, I couldn’t think of anything bold enough. What have you got in mind?”

“Well, you know how he always wants to watch when I ‘accidently’ flash somebody. I’m thinking about an extended flash, with proof, when he’s not around. He should also think my tits were out and fondled by a stranger. That should make him a little jealous and his prick hard.”

“That sounds like a tall order, Bea. Do I get to be with you when your tits are out and fondle them too? You know I love the big girls.”

“You get to take photos to prove I did it. I don’t know about fondling them. I’m thinking of getting a huge tattoo on or near my tits, but they’ll really just be wet transfers so they will only last two days or so. I want him to think they are permanent tats that I’ll have to show off to anyone who asks about them. Letting him think any stranger can see and handle my tits anytime and anywhere should get him going. You know him well, so what do you think?”

“So, you know the ‘show me’ rule and agree to follow it. I suppose it depends on what and where you put something. Are you thinking flowers, cats or what?”

“His favorite car is his old Triumph TR3. So what if I had that on my abs with my nipples for headlights? Can you picture that?”

“Your tits I can picture, but aren’t your nipples the wrong color? Suppose we get a rear or top view with your nipples as tail lights? Top view is better, and bigger. Let me find an image online and I’ll check out some TAs, tattoo artists, for you. There must be a half dozen within five miles. It may take a day or two to get the right image and the right guy. We have a week. You plan the Poisson d’Avril, umm April Fools, party. I’ll get back to you ASAP.”

“Thanks, Lou. He’s going to be so upset! Sweet.”

Two days later, Lou called Bea with the news. “Bea, I found a guy and brought him a TR3 rear image. He says he needs to see you to measure you to draw an image that fits right. Can you come meet me at the place on fourth and Green now?”

-gulp- “Right now? Measure me? Why?”

“Something about the car proportions so the tail lights line up with your body.”

“Hmm. OK. Makes sense, I guess. I’ll be right down.”This is going to be embarrassing.

The place was well lit and clean — not what Bea expected. The tattoo area was five steps up and separated from the waiting area by a shear curtain. She could clearly see a woman getting her nipples pierced through the curtain. Bea told a heavily inked receptionist woman that André asked her to come in for a ‘fitting.’ When she called out for André, a slim young man came out to greet Bea. He too was heavily inked on arms and chest, had short dreads, and was stooped over — probably from too many hours hunched over to ink clients.

“You name Bea, yes? Come up stairs with me.” He led Lou and Bea up the five steps and pulled aside the curtain, leaving the nipple piercing exposed to the six people waiting below.

“Should I close the curtain?” asked Bea. Lotta good that’ll do. Hmm, her tits are so small, but her nipples are tall and hard.

“No need. Clients all waiting for pierces too, with boyfriends so not shy. Here, step up on platform, pretty lady. Take off top and bra.” Lou smiled and pulled out his phone. “You OK with pictures, princessa?”

Bea scanned the room with wide eyes as Lou took a clothed photo of her and the TA. She hesitated, then shrugged — staring at the tits in plan view — and pulled her yellow tank top over her head. As she handed it to Lou, she reached back to unclip her bra and blushed at the idea of fully exposing the girls in such a bright room with so many strangers nearby. She gulped and handed Lou her bra without betraying how much she enjoyed her casual exposure. Her DD tits swung freely as André stared with no reaction.

When she straightened her back, André mumbled about her one smooth nipple with the other puckered and folded over. “Nipples nicely centered, help with ink.” He held up an image of a TR3 and rotated it, moved it against then away from her tits. He reached out and casually pinched and twisted her soft nipple as Lou took photos. Bea gasped, then noticed André’s slacks begin to bulge which helped her nipple thicken and grow hard. She smiled as she looked at the waiting clients staring at her. André measured several areas: nipple to nipple; clavicles to nipples; nipples to navel.

“OK. Now remove rest of clothes,” demanded André. He fumbled with the fastener and zipper on her tight, white shorts, then spread her fly. She grabbed it and slapped his hands away.

“Why do you need me naked? The car may just reach my navel.” André seemed to take offense.

He practically shouted, “You ask DaVinci to paint on almost covered canvas? No. He need see whole canvas, like me. I need see angles, how body and nipples shift. Is important, or image not work. You want this done? Then take off clothes.”

Bea stared at the slovenly artist and reconsidered. Was the prank worth getting naked in public? What would Bud think about that? But then, that was the heart of the prank. She wanted him to miss seeing her expose herself to strangers. Thinking of showing her snatch to this André bohemian and Lou began to excite her, not to mention all the waiting strangers. Lou would take some racy photos to really crank Bud. When she saw her swelling camel toe in the full mirror, she decided. “OK. But let me do it.”

André stepped back as she wiggled her tight shorts off. Her panties dropped to bisect her landing strip and she didn’t adjust them. Lou took a selfie of them with his hand on her panties, then lifting a mighty tit. When she passed the shorts to Lou, she noticed André’s slacks were well tented. She felt her pussy moisten as she began to wonder if he were bigger than her Bud and how could she get him to show her.

Bea began teasing her panties down then pulling them back up. She watched André’s covered cock surge. She bent over sharply and dropped her panties, held her position to give Lou a chance to look at her ass, the blue bejeweled anal plug, and her damp pussy from the rear. When she realized that the other TA and the woman getting her nipples pierced behind her also had the same full moon and pussy view. She squeaked.

Finally stepping out of her panties and kicking them to Lou, she felt so naughty, so dirty, stripping naked in front of Bud’s close friend and so many strangers without Bud there. Though she was proud of her slim waist and sexy curves, this was one of the few times she got to show off for just herself.

“Very nice. Spread legs, yes. Pretty pussy you have too.” André reached out and pushed her hood up and back. “Already wet, nice clit, grow fast.” He shifted her clit left and right several times. If she didn’t know better ... He rolled her wet labia open, slid two fingers deep inside and rocked her clit with his thumb. Bea gasped and tried to stop him, but closed her eyes instead — it felt too good to stop. “Good response. Nipples and clit shift. You see, friend?”

Yes. Lou saw and took photos as his cock grew and André began seriously fingering Bea. She thrust her hips against his fingers and leaned on Lou. Her chest began to flush from naval to clavicles. She wasn’t the only one getting aroused. Lou took her nipple in his mouth and licked, sucked, and bit it. She felt other hands spread her cheeks and twist the anal plug out of her ass, then in, then out, then in ... Lou managed a selfie of the three of them bringing Bea to a trembling orgasm. The euphoria of surrendering to orgasm at the whim of two strangers and a friend was too much. Her knees began to buckle.

As her jaw locked and she had a shuddering orgasm, André held her up by her flooded pussy while Lou stayed clamped on her stiff nipple and the other TA held her firm ass. They slowly let her lie gasping on her back, knees spread wide, feet on the floor. André measured her nipple span as her flattened tits sought her pits. When she caught her breath, André took more measurements: navel to clit; navel to sternum; across her chest under her tits; the length of her pussy slit. “OK. Done today. You come back in two days, April 1, 10 a.m. and we do your ink.” He pushed two fingers deep into the recovering pussy and leaned forward. “Goodby, little pussy. We see you again soon.” He twisted his fingers out making her gasp and smile.

“W-w-wait. Why can’t you do it now? I’m here and naked for you. Why did you finger me again? So many questions. Why did you measure my slit? Do you make all women cum when they just want a tat?”

“Yes, so many questions. We must make sketch from photo and tat must fit body well, so I measure what is and what might shift. Done, I am.” He stormed off in a huff. Bea watched all eyes below scan her sexy, wet pussy almost as if posing for them before wiping up her draining cum and dressing while they watched. Heart racing, confidence boosted, she realized she was having so much more fun preparing to prank Bud than she expected. Lou’s cock throbbed as he took more photos.

Two days later, April 1^st or Poisson d’Avril, Bea and Lou arrived at 10 sharp. The smiling receptionist nodded and Bea walked up to the posing platform. Wearing a blue tank top and jean mini skirt, no bra or panties, she easily and quickly stripped even before André arrived. Lou took photos of every step. She shocked Lou when he realized that while showing off her shapely legs walking in public in a mini skirt and spikes, she was without panties. Clients began arriving and staring at the beautiful, naked woman posing above them.

André arrived with a large transfer form. That’s when she noticed the dark sphere in the ceiling. “Have you been recording me today and in my last visit when you made me cum? Is that legal?”

He looked up and shrugged. “Security camera is on all night only, but boss can turn it on anytime. Sign by entrance tell of video recording. Nipples hard, good, I check transfer for fit.” Only the TR3 outline, taillights, and chrome elements were on the transfer. André aligned the lights with her nipples and smiled at the fit. He made marks on her skin with a blue pen. “Now lie on back so I see how far nipple-lights spread.”

Bea eyed him suspiciously then got down. André pushed her knees apart and stood between them. He made different blue marks around her nipples and navel. “Nipples soft, Lou, you help get hard, but keep them dry?” He took more photos from a nearby platform before getting down. As Bea watched closely, he twirled a nipple then pinched and pulled it.

“Only one getting stiff. Come here and rub this bud.” Lou pushed her knees far apart as two other TAs and the receptionist found work to do up close. He knelt and took a knees-high view of Bea’s gaping, damp pussy before sliding two fingers into her and taking another photo. As he began deep fingering her, all eyes were on her squishing pussy and she loved it. When her pulse, clit, and breathing increased, her nipples hardened and André marked around them. All cocks nearby swelled and lurched.

Bea gasped, “You boys seem to be outgrowing your jeans. Why don’t you take them off so I can help you relieve your problem. No fucking, so I can take three of you on.” Lou, André, the receptionist, and another TA stripped quickly at the offer. She took Lou’s and the other TA’s cocks in hand and slowly jerked them. André moved to her face and she carefully examined his cock. “You look slightly bigger than my Bud. Why do you have ‘PEN’ inked on your cock?”

As he slid his growing cock into her hungry mouth, he said, “Not ‘PEN,’ it say ‘PENNSYLVANIA BORN.’ Swallow it all.” She gulped and helped it into her throat until all but the final ‘N’ was visible. Lou took that photo, then rolled a nipple.

The receptionist was slim, well inked all over, even on her hefty tits. She twisted two fingers into the soaked pussy in front of her as well as her own wet, inked pussy. Breathing deeply, she smiled as she lapped and circled Bea’s clit.

As Bea began thrusting her pussy and clit harder onto the woman’s fingers and mouth, she felt the stranger began fucking her ass with her bejeweled anal plug. Lou struggled to take a series of photos including everyone. Bea flushed and began lurching, screaming around the muffling cock in her mouth and quivering. Three men erupted within seconds of each other. She aimed the two in her hands at her tits as André’s cock filled her belly with his strongly pulsing cum. He leaned forward and lapped up Lou’s cum from her tit.

In a rare event, she squirted on the receptionist’s face. Smiling, she marshaled and ate Bea’s cum before moving to Bea’s gasping, emptied mouth and Frenched it, sucking and lapping André’s stray cum. Bea’s resistance crumbled and she tasted her own cum on the woman’s face and mouth. Both breathing hard, Bea thought her delightful fun was over until the receptionist threw a shapely, thin leg over her face and squatted. “Payback is only fair, my dear. I warn you, I squirt too.” Lou continued to take photos.