Thank you to Oldbroad76 for editing.
"So, is that okay?" Sophie asked.
She was sat opposite Mark who was in a black suit as always and at his desk. He had a confused look on his face as if he couldn't believe what Sophie just asked him.
"I mean, yeah, that's fine by me," He said, "but are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Sophie told him. "I've made my decision."
"Okay," Mark replied, "I don't like it, but it's your choice."
"Thank you." Sophie told him.
She stood up and walked out of his office. The weather was nice, which was good since Sophie had on a tiny skirt and just a strip along her chest that covered her nipples.
As she walked her pace quickened. She was determined now and knew exactly where she was going.
I'm finally doing it. No longer am I going to be hesitant, this is it. I've decided my fate.
She walked into a shop and a few hours later walked back out. She felt relieved, like any weight on her shoulders was gone.
--
It was two weeks later, and Sophie had not been back to the club since her meeting with Mark.
She sat there at the desk in her expensive apartment as she stared at the camera. Leaning forward, she pressed the button that started a live stream.
Her face appeared on the screen, a straight face with slightly saddened eyes. After everything she had been through in the last year, it was all coming to this. Part of Sophie was still torn on her decision, but it was too late to second guess it now.
Her long hair fell down her shoulders, and her big, beautiful lips shined with a little glisten.
"Hi," Sophie spoke to the live stream as hundreds of thousands joined instantly. "This will be a little different from my other videos."
Her voice croaked at the enormity of what she was about to do.
Am I really doing this? After everything?
"I'm," She sighed, thinking back to the early days, "Most of you used to know me by Beth, or, Big Slut Beth, that lasted a while... there's no point in hiding it now, all you probably know my real name, where I live, the university that I go."
Well, the university that I went.
As she stared at the live stream, a comment popped up.
User1003:
We're not here to see you talk, you dumb bitch. Show us that hot little body.
Sophie took a deep breath,
this is it, I'm doing it.
"My name, my real name, as you most likely already know, is Sophie Rain. I have tried to do this before, but I'm hoping this time it will work. I hope this will give me what I want, but I guess that's up to you all." She said to the live stream.
Big Slut Beth... ha, that was so long ago, if only I could go back before I started to really get going, then things might be different. Too late now.
"You've all seen me do unspeakable things, things I can't even believe I've done myself. And why? Because I got off on you all watching me. I was a slut... I am a slut," Sophie paused,
I should've written down what I planned to say,
"To try and make this as clear as possible, I'm going to start from the beginning, before I even started getting a following."
Another message appeared.
Dave90:
We don't care! There better be a few guys there to fuck her!
Sophie sighed. She wanted to get through this, but an urge to jump to the end was in the back of her mind.
"Over a year ago I was just a regular 18 year old girl. I had started Uni, I was living with my best friend, and I was a good girl, a nerd even." Sophie took in a deep breath at the thought of Cara. "Sure, I knew I had a high sex drive, and I made myself cum nearly three times a day, but I wasn't a slut... back then anyway. I had only slept with a few guys."
I don't even know how many men I've fucked now.
From there Sophie started to talk about the last year of her life, how she started with sharing pictures of her tits, to sharing full body photos and eventually leading to her getting filmed while gang banged. She spoke about her time as a stripper, how she fucked customers, made herself cum on their laps, and made them cum by humping them. The more she spoke, the more turned on she got herself.
Part way through the live stream there was a knock on the door. Sophie sighed as she had to speak to her guests and then return to her live stream.
--
"And that's been the last year of my life," Sophie said. It was a burden off her shoulders to say it all out loud, and it also made her realise how far she had gone. "I went from being a good University girl to a stripper that will fuck anyone who asks."
The comments turned to hurls of abuse and degradation, which only turned Sophie on more.
"And now I've made my decision of what life I want." Sophie said.
She stood up, and Sophie was wearing normal...ish clothes. But as she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it over her head, she could hear the dozens of comments that came flooding in.
User69:
Is that what I think it is?!
Sophie stood there with no bra on so her tits were free and bouncing. Underneath them was what Sophie had done at the tattoo shop.
The word "SLUT!" was written In fancy, swirling, thick, black letters that covered nearly all of her stomach. It was tattooed on her body for life. She would no longer have to write it on her skin.
Two Weeks Ago
Sophie walked with urgency into the tattoo shop.
"Hello, how can we help?" The woman with short black hair, tattoos, and piercings asked with a smile.
"I want a tattoo," Sophie said, then pulled out a piece of paper that she had printed out, "on my stomach."
The woman's eyes darted open in shock.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Yes." Sophie told her.
Sophie had just told Mark about the tattoo and had asked to make sure it wouldn't be a problem. The last thing she wanted was to get this tattoo and then not be allowed to work. Thankfully, he was fine with it, even if he wasn't a fan of tattoos.
"Okay, the tattooist, Stretch, will be with you soon." The woman said and signalled for Sophie to take a seat.
Her fingers played nervously in her lap.
I'm actually getting a tattoo. That alone would make my mum hate me. She loathes tattoos. Never mind having "SLUT!" Across my stomach.
For ten minutes Sophie waited impatiently until the door opened. A slightly larger, blonde woman with big, fake lips and big fake tits walked out. She wiped her mouth and walked with a little bit of a funny limp.
"Thanks for that, Jo," A deep voice said. "You know I always love your business."
The woman, whose name was Jo, apparently, looked embarrassed at Sophie before she turned around.
"Thanks again, Stretch." She whispered.
This "Stretch" finally came into view. He was a very tall, kind of slim but well-toned, beautiful, black man. Sophie lost her breath when she saw him. His skin was pitch black, and he was smiling from ear to ear. The embarrassed Jo walked out with a limp.
Did they just have sex?
Sophie thought but was dragged back into reality when Stretch looked at her.
"Your turn." He said with a smile.
Sophie had to keep taking deep breaths as she went into the private room and laid down on the tattoo chair. She was only wearing straps that covered her nipples, so her stomach was already out.
Stretch started to apply a cold liquid to Sophie's stomach.
"I must say," Strech said, his voice deep enough to make Sophie's heart melt, "I'm surprised someone your age would want a tattoo like this."
"Do you get many tattoos like this?" Sophie asked.
"Hm, mainly that woman you just saw." Stretch said with a laugh.
I wonder who she is? She kind of dressed like a prostitute, maybe she is.
"Okay, just close your eyes. This could take a while." Stretch told her.
Sophie lay back, closed her eyes, and when she heard the needle start to buzz her body tensed up. And when the needle finally hit her skin Sophie let out a heavy breath.
This is it! No going back now!
The needle forced a slight pain on Sophie's milky, delicate skin as he moved around. The vibration mixed with the slight pain and the knowledge of what she was permanently writing onto her body instantly made between Sophie's legs go moist.
Oh fuck... I'm doing it! I'm a slut! Oh, fuck yes!!
As Stretch continued to tattoo the young girl, her body got hotter and hotter. Sophie had to squeeze her legs shut just to get some sort of pressure to her desperate pussy.
Ooooh, fuck yes! Tattoo me!! Tattoo this whore! Anyone who sees me now will instantly know what I am!!
Every minute of the nearly three hour tattoo session made Sophie wetter and hornier.
"All done." Stretch said.
Sophie let out a loud, heavy moan. Her pussy was fucking drenched. And when she looked down to see "SLUT!" written so bold and clear across her stomach, she nearly came right there and then.
"Now, do you want to pay with cash or card?" He asked.
"Ccassh." Sophie moaned as she stared at the beautiful black man.
He smiled knowingly at her.
"Marie at the desk can take your payment." He said.
He knows I'm a slut, just look at my fucking tattoo! Do it!