"Cheryl. What the fuck just happened? Did he say all three of us and slave contracts? This is not what you said." Tonya angrily stated to Cheryl.
"You will not mess this up Tonya. You may not have known where this night was going. But you are here now. Tom said two slave contracts, nipple rings, tattoos. All three of us. You will not back out of this!" Cheryl yelled at the blonde Tonya.
Sarah was still sitting on the cold concrete. Butt naked and full of semen as she looked back and forth at the arguing women.
Tonya hung her head and looked at the ground. Cheryl was her best friend, her only friend, and she was like a big sister to her. She had no choice. Even if she didn't want to. She didn't want to lose Cheryl. She would go with Cheryl anywhere, any time.
Cheryl leaned down, grabbed hold of Sarah's hair, and drugged her as she stormed off. Down the stairs, into the parking lot, and to her little Toyota truck.
Cheryl nearly threw Sarah into the bed of the truck. The small two-person cab was only big enough for Cheryl and Tonya. A small tan bench seat had bolted down in the back. Sarah would sit on it and ride along facing backwards. Her naked body easily seen by passing motorists.
Cheryl and Tonya rode in silence as they drove to the tattoo parlor. It was a short drive and Sarah hopped to get out of the truck as soon as they stopped. Cheryl and Tonya followed her inside. The store cheered, laughed, and Bill fondled Sarah's naked body.
"Your owner called ahead. My computer is over there. I was told you needed to download two contracts and print them. I have the stencils ready to go. We can do the naked slut first." Bill stated as he walked them through the parlor. The business wasn't very big. 4 tattoo chairs, a single flat bed for piercings, with a curtain to hide the client, with a bunch of mirrors. The walls were covered in examples of tattoos. Vintage, ancient, tribal, color, and all kinds of styles.
Cheryl printed off two contracts. Each, 10 pages long. Cheryl signed it without reading the whole thing and handed the second copy to Tonya. Tonya sat in the lobby reading the paper slowly.
"Why do you care what it says. You will be signing it regardless." Cheryl barked at Tonya.
Tonya nodded and signed it before handing it back to Cheryl. She placed them on the counter as an emo goth covered in piercings and tattoos asked for the ID's. They handed them over to verify they were 18. Tonya was 18 and a few months. Cheryl's birthday is right now.
"We got a birthday girl over here!" The emo goth yelled.
Sarah was standing up in the main part of the parlor as Bill tattooed her neck. Long hair would cover whatever it said. So, it didn't really matter. After a few minutes he pulled Sarah into a chair. It had leg restraints, her legs were spread, and locked. Bill's face was inches from Sarah's wet pussy as he inked her skin. Sarah giggled as Tonya was pulled to the chair next to Sarah.
"I love this. My first tattoo. It's so erotic. I've been fucking the last 4 hours. But I am so turned on by this. I never knew it would feel like this!" Sarah stated as she gasped for breath. She was not gasping from pain. But she was steadying herself. She looked like she was going to orgasm.
Tonya's pussy tattoo was first. Her legs spread and locked. The emo goth cut off her panties with scissors and threw them in a garbage can.
"Ah. Nice and smooth. I like this generation." The emo goth girl stated as she ran her hands over Tonya's naked, smooth, and hairless pussy.
The needle began to buzz as Cheryl took pictures of the process. Soon Bill was done with Sarah, and she was led off to the table to lie down. A third employee was ready and began on Sarah without wasting a second.
Cheryl sat in the chair as Bill changed out his equipment for clean instruments. Cheryl pulled up her skirt to reveal no panties. Bill ran his hands over her smooth skin.
"I had permanent hair removal at 10. Gymnast. Then I grew too tall. No hair for the rest of my life." Cheryl explained. Not that Bill asked.
Cheryl didn't twitch or jump as the needle penetrated her skin. Her only thoughts were of Tom. She loved him. More than she could explain. The overwhelming feeling that Sarah had for sex, orgasms, and whatever. Cheryl had that feeling. But only for Tom. Not just sex. But to be near him, for him to want her, and she would do anything he asked.
Cheryl looked over at Tonya. She was trying to read the tattoo upside down.
"Oh my god. Do you know what this says?" Tonya screamed.
"Who cares. That slut doesn't, I don't. And you don't either." Cheryl explained.
Tonya's head slumped back and landed on the head rest as the emo goth continued to work. The tattoo was just above Tonya's pussy. It was not small either. It was wide and tall. If you look closely, it fit exactly inside of her tan lines from her bikini bottoms. The tattoo artist made sure it would be barely covered by a standard bikini bottom.
Cheryl handed her cell phone to another employee. She asked that they take pictures of all three of them. The employee nodded and made sure to get close ups of the tattoos, pussy, and tits. No shame left for any of them.
Sarah was lying on the table face down. Two artists were now working on her at the same time. She was smiling and wiggling her toes as she hummed quietly while watching Cheryl and Tonya get their tattoos.
Tonya was now hunched over and getting her neck tattoo.
"Just the three tattoo's Bill? Any time for some other stuff? Decorations? Spider webs? Maybe a giant cock being sucked by a woman tattooed on this big tittied chick's arm?" The emo goth artist asked loudly as she worked.
"No. He was adamant only the three tattoos. Maybe next time we can add some hardcore stuff. That other slut on the table nearly orgasmed from the needle. I know she will be back." Bill calmly stated as he finished with Cheryl's tattoo.
He wiped it and sprayed some ointment on it. Cheryl didn't even look at it. She knew it was something marking her as Tom's property. She didn't care what it said.
The emo goth artist finished with Tonya and walked over to Cheryl. Picking up Bills gun she pushed Cheryl's head down and started the neck tattoo. Cheryl read what her pussy tattoo said.
"Tom's fuck slut." In large, black, bold letters.
Cheryl was very surprised at how it only took Bill a few minutes to mark her body in such large black letters. Cheryl would have thought it would take 2 hours or more. She looked at the clock and realized it had been 2 hours. Time had flown by in an instant.
Her neck tattoo was done, and they were ushered over to the table. Sarah had been lying on the table lengthwise. She had the whole thing to herself. Now that she was done, she stood up. Cheryl and Tonya laid over half the table. Their arms hung off; their legs hung off. Two artists worked on their lower back each.
