The Transformation Society Ch. 06

Dani propped a foot on the arm of the couch and rolled the stocking up her legs, while Lexi watched approvingly. The snaps from the garter belt were unexpectedly difficult, but she liked the way the straps emphasized the bareness of her thighs, and the feel of the soft nylon against her legs. She was conscious how bare her pussy felt, too, and of Lexi watching her.

She put on the second stocking, a little more adept at it now.

"Now the panties," Lexi said. She sat on a chair, watching.. "On top, so you can take them off at a moment's notice."

Dani grinned. "Very slutty."

Lexi smiled. "Sure, if men want to think that, it's a bonus. Very practical, since we do occasionally have to go pee, you know."

Dani chuckled. "Okay, sure."

"Of course, you could go without wearing panties at all."

Dani shook her head. "I admit that would make me feel slutty, but I like the way they feel against my skin."

Lexi laughed. "You were always meant to be a girl, Dani."

Danny used to just wear whatever was on top of the stack. Girl clothes were complicated - or at least they could be. But if it took an hour to put on stockings and get her lipstick and eyeshadow just right, Dani didn't care. It was enjoyable even if no one got to see her. It made her feel extra girly.

She looked down at her large breasts, supported by a lacy purple bra. Those made her feel girly too, of course. And she had the perfect top-down view. She leaned over as she pulled the wispy panties up over her stockinged legs.

"How do I look?" she asked her friend.

"Good enough to eat," Lexi said.

"If that was an offer, you should have made it before the panties went on. Besides, if we stop for that, we'll be late."

Lexi laughed. "There is no late. There's just a question of how many people are already there when we make an entrance."

Dani giggled at the idea of people turning to look at her. "Oh," she said. "But there are so many beautiful girls there."

"False modesty doesn't become you," Lexi said. "In fact, with a body like that, I think modesty should be forbidden."

#

Dani and Lexi walked past the line of people wanting to get into the Transformation Club. Lexi wore a sheer dress that left little to the imagination; Dani wasn't at all sure it wouldn't get her arrested if she was walking more than a block or so.

Dani teetered in heels beside her. She was getting used to walking in them, and they did make her feel sexy. The last touch had been a dress of soft, silky blue fabric that dipped to show lots of cleavage and rose to show plenty of thigh above the tops of her stockings. Wearing such a short dress without panties would be fun, as Lexi had pointed out, but Dani was enjoying the feel of satin underthings too much to go without.

People were staring at both of them. And why not. Dani would have stared, too, although the old Danny would have turned his head and pretended he wasn't if he was caught at it.

"There's Tom," Lexi said, nodding toward a familiar face in line. "Let's help him get in. Maybe this is the night."

"The night?"

"You know."

Lexi gestured to Tom, and he came to her. He smiled shyly at Dani.

"We'll take care of you," Lexi said. "Have you been thinking about it?"

"It?" asked Tom.

"She means your transformation," said Dani, as they got to the front. The bouncer waved them in.

"I'm not -" Tom started to protest.

"That's actually not what I mean," Lexi said. She took her sheer dress off, and handed it to the coat check girl inside.

Dani took her dress off, too. She wanted to show off her lingerie, and she loved the way the bra showed off her extra large breasts. Judging from the way Tom stared, she wasn't the only one who liked that.

"What did you mean?" Tom asked as they made their way to a table.

"Well," Lexi said. "That. But more. Have you been thinking about the last time?"

"You mean last week?" Tom asked.

"No, I mean the final time. What your last orgasm as a man will feel like. Will it be in some hot and willing girl's pussy? In her mouth? Will you spray your seed all over two girl's faces, just before you make the change?"

Tom blinked.

"We're here for you to make it happen," Lexi said. "However you want it."

"You're being pretty pushy," Dani said.

Lexi shrugged.

Dani remembered her own last time, on stage, with Lexi and Ginger sucking her dick. She hadn't known it was her last time, because of the new temporary serum she'd taken. Later on that night, she'd chosen to make it permanent.

She didn't regret a thing. Now, rather than being the guy with the two girls, she could be one of the girls. And it would be easy. Few guys would turn down a chance to have sex with a beautiful, busty blonde with a sweet innocent face, like herself. Fewer still would turn down a threesome that included Lexi.

Tom hadn't said a thing. "Yes. I've thought about it," he said.

"Tell us," Lexi said.

"I have fantasies about fucking beautiful girls. Sometimes it's someone I see; sometimes it's you, Lexi. Sometimes it's you, Dani. I think every guy thinks about that. And I stroke myself, thinking about it."

Lexi grinned. "I love having guys jerk off, thinking about me. Don't you, Dani?"

Dani squirmed and didn't respond. Yeah, that was hot.

"But then... the last few days, I think about it being the last time, just as I cum. And it makes me cum so hard."

Lexi smiled. "Of course it does."

"Lexi," Dani asked suddenly. "Is there an achievement you get by sponsoring new transformed?"

Now it was Lexi's time to squirm. "We don't, um, hey, isn't she cute?" Lexi said, pointing to a dazzling Latina wearing nothing but a white swimsuit and heels.

Tom was distracted. Maybe he'd been distracted before by the display of flesh Lexi and Dani had provided, and had barely processed the question Dani had asked. But as far as Dani was concerned, Lexi had answered in the affirmative.

And Lexi had talked her into her own transformation. Not that she regretted it for a moment. All she had to do was look down and see her cleavage to remind herself that she was a smoking hot babe, and the world was her oyster. No, she didn't regret it.

But why was there an incentive to encourage change? Why did the Zectoids want men to change into women, but not the other way around? And why was Tom having the best male orgasms of his life imagining that they were the last male orgasms of his life, a week after ingesting the supposedly temporary nanos offered at the Transformation Club last week?

Lexi hadn't just been guessing that would be the case. She acted like she knew.

What are the nanos making me do?

Whatever you want us to.

That was the simple answer, the answer always given. The nanos just helped encourage you to do what you already wanted. So if there were nanos working on Tom, it was because he wanted his last orgasm to be his best. Or because he secretly craved his next one to be his last?

Dani had to admit she loved everything she'd done so far. She didn't feel controlled. She felt liberated.

She put a hand on Tom's thigh. "You like the Latina?" she asked.

"Yeah." Tom said. "I mean, you and Lexi are fantastic, and all, but it's kind of weird, you know?"

"She used to be a guy, too," Dani said.

"But not one I knew."

Dani smiled. A good girl would take her hand back, but it wasn't what a slut would do. And she loved being a slut. She moved her hand until she could feel Tom's cock through his slacks, and gave it a squeeze. "What are you thinking about?"

"About - about fucking her. About squeezing her tits."

Dani stroked Tom through his pants.

"Geeze, Dani," Tom said.

"You can tell me to stop. And I don't mind you thinking about her."

Lexi got up and walked toward the woman Tom had been staring at.

Dani grinned mischievously. "Should I take it out and stroke it while you stare at her, Tom? It's under the table, no one can see."

"You two - why are you acting this way?"

"You love it. You can tell me to stop."

Lexi and the Latina shared a few words, and then the stranger turned toward Tom and Dani and gave Tom a little wave.

Tom turned bright red.

"Stop," he said. "Or I'm going to cum."

"Well," Dani said. "If I had my choice of those two, I'd pick the latter." But she took her hand away, because she didn't really think he was giving her options. The thought of Tom walking around with a big, obvious stain on the front of his pants amused her, for some reason. She loved the power she had with men now.

"You don't think Lexi is telling her about my hard-on, do you?"

Dani shrugged. "I wouldn't want to predict what Lexi would do. I have a little idea of what she feels."

"What does she feel?"

"Free. Unrestrained. Capable of just about anything."

"Can you imagine, if you could have the last time, the final time, over and over?" Tom said.

"That's impossible," Dani replied. "And besides, I don't think about that, really. I'm too busy having the next time, and the next."

Tom nodded. "I'm going to talk to her. That girl."

"Go right ahead."

"I'm waiting not to be pitching a tent," Tom said.

Dani nodded. "I think she might take it as an insult if you're soft, Tom. But I know what you mean. You don't feel free, or unrestrained, do you?"

"No."

Dani smiled. The Latina was awfully hot. Nice round breasts, with her swimsuit only little triangles over them. A flat, toned stomach, with a cute little golden ring through her navel. "Well," Dani said. "I do."

She got up and walked over to where Lexi was just finishing her conversation, and passed Lexi as Lexi headed back to the table.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Dani."

The girl smiled. "Sophia. Nice to meet you. Lexi says your friend got quite excited, seeing me."

"Well, you're beautiful. But that's not why I'm here."

"No?"

"No. I wanted to ask you if you'd like to dance with me."

Sophia beamed. "I'd love to," she said.

"Which one of us leads?" Dani asked as they made their way to the dance floor. It wasn't far.

"We can let the spirit lead," Sophia said.

Dani chuckled. "Where will it lead us?"

Sophia put her hands on Dani's hips, and Dani did the same to Sophia. Their breasts touched, sending a tingle down Dani's spine. "Where do you want it to?"

Dani moved her face closer, slowly, giving Sophia a chance to object before their lips at last touched. They weren't really dancing, more swaying, really.

Sophia opened her mouth, and Dani slid her tongue against the other girl's. Swaying seemed like plenty, actually, as their hands moved to pull the other closer. Sophia's swimsuit was only slightly more covering than Dani's G-string, so there was nothing between her hands and Sophia's ass, nor between Dani's tush and Sophia's grasp.

"So," Dani asked. "Not into guys?"

Sophia laughed as her hands drifted over Dani's soft skin. "I think guys are great. The right kind of guys."

"And what are the right kind of guys?" Dani thought Tom was a good looking dude, as far as that went. Maybe she hadn't done the right thing, leaving him with Lexi, but she wanted to show him something about the importance of seizing the moment.

Sophia grinned. "The kind that you can rely on to still have a dick the next week?"

Dani laughed. "I had a dick last week," she admitted.

"And you're sexy, too. I have two types - beautiful transformed women, and hunky, manly guys."

Dani smiled "Well, why choose, right?"

#

"Her name is Sophia," Lexi told Tom.

"She's gorgeous," Tom said wistfully. "And so is Dani. Watching the two of them together..." His voice trailed off.

"May I touch you?" Lexi asked.

"Sure," Tom said. "I mean, you're beautiful too. So many beautiful women." Tom hadn't expected Lexi to touch him there, but he supposed he should have.

"I can tell you're enjoying it," Lexi said, giving his hard cock a squeeze through his slacks. "I am too. The way their breasts press against each other, the redness of their lips as they kiss. You can practically feel the tongue action from here. Do you want me to give you a little relief?"

That, Tom told himself, was what he was there for, same as any guy would be. The transformed had beautiful bodies and most of them had very few of the inhibitions that most cis-women seemed to have. All that had made the Transformation Club a popular place not just among the transformed and men interested in transforming, but also among guys looking for some good, no-strings-attached sex with a woman who looked like a porn star. "Go for it," he said.

Lexi grinned. "You sweet-talker you. But then, you're distracted. Perhaps you're thinking of what it would be like if Sophia was your last time. It's okay if you pretend I'm her." She slipped under the table, and a moment later Tom felt his slacks being unzipped.

Then his cock felt wet and warm as Lexi wrapped her lips around it.

He had every intention of being like any other guy, if that guy was watching some hot girl-girl action while getting a blowjob. But Lexi's words stuck in his mind. What would that be like, being blown by Sophia, knowing it was the very last blowjob that he'd ever receive. That he'd be on the giving end, after that. Why did that turn him on so much?

He watched the girls as they made out on the dance floor. A broad-shouldered man with a little gray at the temples tapped Dani on the shoulder. Dani smiled at him. Sophia smiled at him. He said something, they nodded. He gestured toward the corner. Dani shook her head.

And then Sophia knelt down and unzipped the man's pants, right there in the middle of the dance floor.

Another couple blocked Tom's view for a moment. How easy it had seemed for that guy. If he'd been bolder, would that have been him? The crowd moved again, and Dani was kneeling now, too. The two women were sharing the man's cock between them, licking it like it was an ice cream cone. Dani had pulled the cups of her bra down, baring her tits, while the fabric seemed to frame them. She reached out and pulled Sophia's swimsuit, too, until her breasts were bare as well.

That could be my future, thought Tom. That guy must be forty or so. I could be enjoying that sort of thing now, and fifteen years from now. That, and having girls like Lexi give me BJ's under the table. There will only be more transformed, and that means more opportunities for studs like me.

That could be my present, thought Tom. If only I was a little more confident. Not that watching it all while Lexi blows me is bad. But I bet - if it was my last, my final - I'd have the guts then, to ask for two girls like Dani and Sophia to worship my cock on its farewell tour.

Or my future could be on my knees, like them. With my own beautiful breasts to conceal and then bare. With no cock of my own, but a cock in my mouth, hard, warm. Who would refuse? And I could reach out and pull Sophia's swimsuit aside, and it would be okay because I was one of the girls.

God, I am so close, and I don't even know what to fantasize about. But maybe I don't need to fantasize.

He watched as Dani took the man's cock into her mouth, bobbed on it a few times, then passed it to Sophia, who did the same while Dani cupped the man's balls with one hand and groped Sophia's breasts with the other. All the while, Lexi moved her lips down his shaft, until she was deep throating him, then drew back and did it again.

"Oh my god," said Tom. "Fuck yes."

The moment the first jet of sperm came from his cock, he flashed on the thought of Sophia and Dani, and it being his last time. He tried to focus on Lexi instead, but that just brought him full circle, because it was her who brought "last times" up in the first place. He was cumming so hard, and she was swallowing it all. He felt like such a stud. Then he imagined what it would be like to be Lexi, under the table, or Sophia and Dani, sharing a guy in front of everyone.

I just don't know what I want, thought Tom. But I know that was amazing.

Lexi reappeared from under the tablecloth, wiping a hand across her lips. Then she licked the hand. No man could be that sexy, thought Tom. It just wasn't possible.

Sophia and Dani had made their man cum, as well, and now they were French kissing each other, swapping his cum back and forth. It seemed to center the man's pleasure, and yet he seemed almost peripheral, a prop for the sexy girl show.

#

Sophia and Dani exchanged phone numbers, and went their separate ways in the club. The taste of the man - David? Daniel? - was still strong in Dani's mouth. She remembered the blowjob she'd given in the alley. That had been furtive and risky. This had been very safe, but also very public.

She hadn't bothered to cover up her breasts afterward. She loved the moment of the reveal, but now that people had seen them, she liked being exposed. The way her bra outlined, but no longer covered, her breasts felt like it was a statement, drawing attention to them more than mere nudity would. Like the way stockings and a garter belt framed her pussy, rather than concealed. Of course, she thought, right now I'm still wearing panties, so there's some concealment. Not in back, though, where nothing but a few strings held the panties on. Everyone can see my ass, too, and they know I picked panties out that would display it.

I'm good at being a slut, aren't I?

A natural.

Dani took that as a compliment, although she was aware that for some people it would be an insult. Even with so many lovely transformed girls in the place, heads still turned to look at her. Some looked at her legs, accentuated by the heels that made her feel so sexy. Some looked at her face, where she knew they saw a big smile. Some zeroed in on her tits. She had no doubt as she walked on that some stared at her ass.

She did a circuit of the club just so that everyone could get a view.

You might be a natural exhibitionist, too.

I might be. But I don't think I'd want to undress right away, all the time, like Lexi does. A little mystery first.

As long as you get to show yourself off eventually?

Yes.

Such a slut.

She resisted the temptation to ask how much progress she'd made toward her slut tattoo. She wasn't sure she liked the idea of giving the nanos more control, but she definitely liked the idea of being able to show off her achievement.

A red head in a fantastic, sequined green dress was walking toward her. Eliza. "Dani, right?" the woman asked.

"Yes, that's right."

"So beautiful," Eliza said. "We have a special request I was wondering if you'd like to help out with."

"A special request?"

"Yes. A man saw you and thought you'd be perfect for his last time. He's got a particular scenario in mind, fucking a girl doggie style in front of everyone. Her face toward the audience. And he wants the right to say anything he wants to while he's fucking her. What do you think?"

"I think that's hot. How do I help?" She had a pretty good idea, but she wanted to be clear. Also, she was buying time. It would be hot to watch, for sure. Or to be the lube fairy for. But would she want --

"Well, he wants you to be the girl he's fucking."

One could be a slut and still turn such an opportunity down, of course. But it was clearly sluttier to say yes. Dani wanted that tattoo. "Show me who it is," she said. She didn't want to fuck just anyone. If he was hideous, or a former teacher or something, she might need to say no.

But perhaps then it would be even sluttier to say yes.

"Sure," said Eliza. "Come this way, I'll point him out. He'll be watching you, so I don't know that I can do it without him knowing."

"You know," Dani said. "On second thought, I don't need to know. I'm in."

Eliza grinned. "Okay. Meet me on the stage. Is it okay if I tell people you're working on your slut tattoo? Lexi says you're making amazing progress."

Well, that would be kind of embarrassing. But still, a proud slut is a sluttier slut, right? "Absolutely. Please do."

A few minutes later she was on the stage.

The guy wasn't hideous, and he wasn't anyone she knew. She guessed that he was in his thirties, and maybe he carried a few extra pounds, but for the most part he was pretty average. Light brown hair, a little shorter than average. The kind of guy you could imagine settling down to a rather dull life. He was barefoot.

He was about to take the most important step in that life, and he definitely wouldn't be average after it. But for now, most of the audience's eyes were on her. She was aware of the bareness of her breasts, and her belly, and her thighs.

The man's gaze was on her, too, about chest level.

She was waiting for the right moment to take off her panties.

Eliza stepped up to the microphone. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen! And those of you who are neither! We have a special show tonight for your enjoyment. Harold here has decided that he's tired of living life as a man, and is ready to embrace his feminine side, and you know here at the Transformation club we don't believe in doing that halfway! Let's give it up for Harold, because we all know what he'll be giving up!"

Some from the audience shouted out, "His dick!"

"That's right. And as he bids adieu to his manhood, he's going out with a bang! One final fuck, in front of everyone, and he's asked the delightful Dani, who was transformed just last week, to help him out. That is, to be a hole for him to fuck. Dani is working on her slut tattoo, and I hear reports she's made amazing progress! I can only imagine what she's been doing, but I know that she didn't even ask who was going to fuck her before she agreed to be part of this."

Dani turned red. But people were clapping. Harold was just staring.

"But let's turn our attention back on Harold, because it's his big moment. Dani, would you help Harold off with his clothes?"

Dani shrugged. Her hips swayed as she closed the distance. She was excited, not so much by Harold as by the chance to get fucked with so many people watching.

She took off his shirt, and then his pants. He was hard already, with a substantial bulge in his underwear.

Very substantial.

Lexi pulled off his underwear, and Harold's cock flopped out and stood out like a flagpole.

"Harold has one of the biggest cocks I've seen for someone about to be transformed," Eliza said. "That's ten inches that the world will never see again. Almost makes you sad to see it go." She paused. "Almost. Won't make me sad to see it go inside Dani, though!"

Dani didn't think she'd be sad, either. She reached out for it, and had trouble getting her fingers all the way around. It wasn't just long, it was thick. She let him go. She wanted him to last, after all.

She decided it was a good moment to take one step away, and then take her panties off. She hooked the little string and pulled them down with exaggerated slowness, bending way over to do so. She stepped out of them.

"You wanted doggie style?" she asked.

"That's right," he said. "On your hands and knees, facing the audience."

For an admirer, he was oddly brusque. But fine. She got on all fours and looked out. She spotted Sophia in the crowd, her arm around another girl as she watched the stage. Lexi and Tom, too, were watching her. She spotted Ginger, and a few other people she'd met briefly.

They were all going to watch her get fucked by a stranger.

She was so wet.

"Alright, Harold," Eliza said. "Go to it! It will the last fuck you'll have with that magnificent organ, so make the most of it!"

She heard him move, and felt him probe with his fingers. "She's sloppy wet," he announced.

There seemed to be a microphone near him. People laughed. She felt him place his cockhead at her entrance. Okay, so she was very aroused. That wasn't anything to be embarrassed about, was it?

She felt his cockhead at her entrance, and then he pushed forward, grabbing her hips. Slowly but surely he inched inside her, and she felt her insides stretch to accommodate him. For those moments the crowd disappeared from her mind, because there was only the feeling of that giant cock invading her.

"Now," said Eliza, "We're going to turn the microphone on Harold, because part of his fantasy is that he wants to say some things while he fucks for the last time. What did you want to say, Harold?"

"I just wanted to call, um, to call this girl a bitch. Take it, bitch!"

Dani blinked in surprise.

Eliza shook her head. "She's agreed to have you say whatever you want, Harold. And you said you wanted to say degrading, humiliating things. The things you've never dared say as a man to a woman - in fact, part of the reason you're changing is because you want to be a woman who has them said to you. I think you can do better than just calling her a bitch. Audience, don't you think Harold can do better?"

"Yes!" They yelled.

"Uh-oh," though Dani. She had agreed he could say whatever he wanted while he was fucking her.

She could, she supposed, back out now. It would be awkward, but she could do it.

I better get lots of progress for going through this.

Oh, you will.

"She's such a slut!" Harold yelled, giving her a few thrusts.

It felt good to be so full.

Eliza held the microphone to Dani. "Are you a slut, dear?"

What slut would deny it? "Yes!" she yelled, feeling her cheeks redden.

"Flaunting your body in front of everyone," Harold said. "Showing everyone your cunt."

She'd enjoyed that part, even if 'cunt' wasn't the word she would have chosen. It was a raw, animal word, though, and she felt a bit like an animal at the moment. She pushed back against him, wanting that big cock all the way in. It was a bit uncomfortable, but it was hitting nerves she hadn't felt before, too.

"Give it to me," she said.

Spurred on, he slammed into her, jolting her to the core. "That's right, slut. Taking it in front of everyone like a little whore. And they all know you'd do it with anyone now, too."

Was that true? She wouldn't have said yes, sight unseen, if she hadn't known it was going to be his last time. Her last time had been special, in its own way. All last times should be special.

"You were so wet because you wanted to be humiliated in front of all these people, didn't you, you little whore? That's what got you so wet that I just slid right in, wasn't it? Just thinking of everyone watching you get fucked?"

He wasn't wrong, except for the humiliation part. She wasn't even feeling humiliated, especially. Sure, she was getting fucked. But she was showing off. And if his patter made more people watch, well, she was fine with that. In fact, she could help. "That's right. I'm a fucking whore. Give me that big hard cock!"

There was a guy not far from the stage, and he had his cock out. He was watching her and stroking it slowly.

Gross, kinda. And yet, at the same time, she enjoyed having such power.

Then Harold's cock slammed into her again and she forgot about it. Her body shuddered as the cock rubbed the right nerves. Just a little orgasm, but it was surely apparent to everyone. Especially Harold, who actually had to stop thrusting when her pussy squeezed him.

"Of course this is making you cum, slut," he said. "Nothing like being exposed in front of a bunch of strangers for you, is there? Well, there's fucking a stranger, that's pretty good for a whore like you. You are such a cunt. You know what I mean by that? I mean that like a cunt your main purpose is to have a cock in you."

Well, no, but she sure did like it when it happened.

She reached between her legs to touch her clit, while he fucked her. She lost track of what he was saying, and focused on the audience instead. Lexi, chatting with Tom. Ginger. Sophia. The wanker. The strangers, who just enjoyed seeing a blonde with big tits getting railed.

She came, hard.

And then he grunted, and yelled. "Take my jizz, you cum guzzler!"

It didn't make sense, because she could hardly guzzle right now, but whatever. She was cumming, and he was cumming, coating her inner walls with jizz. A stranger's jizz.

"Drink up," said Eliza, wasting no time to hand Harold the elixir that would change her forever. She heard him swallowing. His cock was still hard, and she didn't want to move. She kept rubbing her clit, and managed to get herself to another orgasm. Her pussy squeezed his hardness, pulsing around it. So good.

And then her pussy was squeezing nothing. Not merely something soft, but nothing at all. She looked behind her and saw Harold's body grow breasts as the last bit of hair disappeared from his chest. His - her - features softened. Her hair got longer, and more lustrous.

"Welcome to your new life, Harmony," Eliza said.

Harmony's hands explored her body. Dani moved to the side, feeling that this was Harmony's moment, but Harmony saw her moving and intercepted her.

"Thank you," Harmony said. "Sorry about some of the things I said, I - well, it was a fantasy, and -"

"No apologies," Dani said, and gave Harmony a hug. The hug turned into a kiss, and people started clapping. "Is it true," Dani said softly, "That it was because you like being on the other end, too?"

Harmony blushed and nodded.

"You little whore," Dani said.

"Oh god." Harmony looked like she was going to cum on the spot. But before Dani could say more, Eliza had steered her back to center stage, and was going on with her patter.

Dani retrieved her panties, but didn't bother to put them on, as she walked down the little steps from the stage. She felt wetness leaking down her thighs, and she felt she should clean up before she put her G-string back on. Or just go without, which was kinda fun.

Did I get there?

99%.

Gah. So close. What to do?

She threaded her way through the crowd, and found what she was looking for. The guy was still stroking his cock, so slowly that she was sure he was edging. He wasn't a bad-looking dude, really. He had a runner's body, but he looked ridiculous in a bathrobe with his cock sticking out. She tapped him on the shoulder.

"Here," she said. "Cum on my tits."

He turned and his eyes widened.

"Really?"

"Really. You've got to be ready to pop at any moment. Just cover them." She crouched down, so that they'd make a good target. "Come on."

"You really are a slut," he said, stroking faster. "Just like that guy said."

"I really am a slut. No matter what anyone says."

It took him less than thirty seconds. The first splash got her neck, but the rest was on target, coating her big breasts with white goo.

"Aw man," said the guy. "My name is -"

She shook her head. "I don't need to know," she said, and walked away. There was cum on her thighs, cum on her breasts. She could feel it sliding down from her neck. Everyone could see what a slut she'd been.

She decided to do another circuit.

Achievement unlocked.

Yes.

Do you want the tattoo?

She hesitated. She did.

I won't have to do anything I don't want to?

No. You just won't feel bad about doing the things you want to do. Less hesitation, perhaps. In your case, you might hardly notice the difference.

Heh. In that case, yes.

Where?

A good question.

Wherever I put it, I'm going to want to show it off, aren't I?

I expect you are.

Well, then, right here. She tapped the upper swell of her left breast, and her fingers came back sticky. Of course she'd cover it on conference calls for work, but the rest of the time? Incentive to keep showing some cleavage. If you got it, flaunt it, as the song says. Where do we get the work done?

Oh, we don't have to go anywhere. Look.

She looked down. It was just a hint, at first, but slowly the "S" on her breast darkened beneath the layer of cum.

She kept walking, aware that people could see the tattoo now, and know her for what she was. For what she wanted to be. It felt so good. She found her way back to Tom and Lexi's table.

"Hi there," she said.

Lexi looked at her hungrily. "That was quite a show. And congratulations on your tattoo."

"Go ahead and lick it off. You know you want to."

"It comes off?" Tom asks.

"The cum, not that tattoo," Lexi said. "That stays."

Lexi licked that area first, and then kept licking her breasts. Tom watched, wide-eyed. "You're such a slut," Lexi said.

"Thank you," Dani said. "Yes. Yes I am."