-Week 3 - Wednesday-
Once again, my alarm clock started ringing at 6:30 in the morning. Another day in the life of Miss Brat, the interns' luxury toy, was about to begin. Another day, in which I was about to drive to the mall to buy some slut upgrades before work.
After taking a shower, I got dressed. Without giving it much thought, I picked some slutty undergarments first. After the tacky leopard chemise and the saucy wet look garment, I was going for some variety and picked a kinky piece of clothing this time.
It was a black faux leather corset that featured an open cup top. In the front, it was held together by dark red criss cross ribbons that left a thin strip of skin exposed right down the middle of my flat tummy. The cupless corset was so tight that it barely left room for me to breathe, giving me an extremely narrow waist and pushing my tits way up to my chin. Gosh! What a kinky piece of fetish wear!
Adjustable garters were attached to the corset so I added black seamed stockings to my outfit. On top of the kinky corset, I put on a black satin blouse. To go along with the leather style, I picked a burgundy leather suit with a knee-long pencil skirt. The leather suit and satin blouse were really shiny and tight. The outfit didn't show much skin but lots of curves. All in all, it looked classy if a bit extravagant.
Just when I had put the outfit on, I received a text from D-Rod.
*Rhinestones r a dolls best friend rite? Put on sum flashy accessories 2day, lil petdoll.*
Damnit! Adding sparkly rhinestone jewelry to the tight leather suit would turn the outfit from classy to tarty. Besides, wearing flashy bling bling would make me look like a total glamour doll already and make it harder to find some good slut upgrades.
Despite my reluctance, I paired the burgundy suit with pointed dark red heels that had a 4.5" heel and rhinestone embellished sole. They were sky-high eye catchers for sure. As accessories, I wore the pair of chola-style hoop earrings with glittery rhinestones. Of course, I added the ruler-charm bracelet on my right arm and the dice-charm bracelet on my left arm although they didn't feature any rhinestones.
The outfit still appeared extravagant and somewhat classy. The accessories, however, added a flossy note. The outfit was sexy on first look but tarty on closer look. D-Rod would love it!
Driving to the shopping mall, I went through my options. I could dye my hair blond, buy a collar, or get a piercing. Still, none of it sounded appealing to me. This time, though, my mind had been made up ever since I had gotten out of bed.
I had decided to get a piercing, more precisely a navel ring. After all, a belly button piercing sounded like basic equipment for an office tart, right? So I headed straight to the tattoo parlor. Entering, I was the only customer which wasn't surprising as it was so early in the morning.
The tattooist was all over me at once. He was my age with an athletic build and sported a buzz cut. Of course, his arms were covered in tattoos. He showed me all his designs trying to persuade me into buying any number of things. Even when I declined his offer, he continued.
It was obvious that he wasn't taking me seriously. The rhinestone accessories and tight leather outfit must have made him think that I was some bimbo ditz who was so dumb she had to flaunt her assets to get men's attention. If only he knew how much I hated the term 'bimbo'. I had always striven to be the polar opposite.
"Hihihi! I dunno! I didn't come here for that." I replied when he showed me a tramp stamp design.
Usually, I would have given this blatant guy a major rebuke. But I only giggled, reinforcing his impression of me as a stupid bimbo. With every tattoo design he showed me, the tattooist became bolder and edged closer until his legs almost touched mine. Still, I only feigned ignorance instead of calling him out. I couldn't even think of anything smart to say to put him into place.
All the while, I checked out the naval rings in the store. The range was overwhelming. So many styles, materials, and colors. I had a hard time deciding which one to take. My heart was beating in overdrive. It was my decision. I had to live with it, but I also had to please my man and convince the other interns. That's why it couldn't be a simple ring. It needed to be spectacular and head-turning to satisfy the guys.
"My boyfriend likes his girl all glamorous and fashionable." I finally told the tattoo artist. "Can you give me a tip what kind of navel ring he might like?"
Gawd! I even sounded like a silly bimbo right now. I almost put my sparkling, French-nailed index finger to my lip to look even more helpless. Of course, the guy was more than eager to help me out and suggested a long dangle naval ring.
"With those earrings, you already look all fancy-shmancy. You need something special to stand out if you wanna surprise your boyfriend." He told me with a dirty grin on his face.
I couldn't fail to hear the sarcasm in his voice. It made my skin crawl, and for a moment, I considered running out of the store. However, the degrading scene made me react in a completely different way. Instead of cutting him down to size, I giggled stupidly.
"Hihihi! You're so right. My bad!"
I guess it didn't happen too often that a mature woman in an extravagant leather suit walked into his store and bought some totally inappropriate, flashy bling bling.
After showing me five different items, the sixth one instantly stroke my eye. It was a blingaling dangle belly ring. Seeing it, I knew I had to get it. The dangle was a 1.5" long chain with a glistening hollow heart hanging at the end with the word 'MISSY' centered in the middle. To keep with the day's theme, the chain and heart were accented with rhinestones. The decisive factor, though, was the word 'MISSY'. D-Rod loved calling me Miss Tease or Miss Ho-Worker, so Missy fit perfectly.
Fuck! It was so over-the-top! It looked perfect for a tarty glamour doll. It was also perfect for my rhinestone slut upgrade.
Yes! It was tacky as hell but I wanted it nonetheless. Remembering the astonished looks the boys had given me when I had revealed the vajazzling made me all woozy. I wanted more of that. I wanted to impress them once more and this was the perfect jewelry for that.
The tattooist took his time piercing my navel. He flashed a dirty smile when he saw the corset. His grin grew even wider when he saw the tan tattoos and the vajazzling. Obviously, his impression of me as a giggly, dumb bimbo was solidified by now.
With the piercing done, I put the corset back on letting the rhinestone embellished strand and hollow heart dangle over the criss cross ribbons. After all, I had to make sure that the interns could see the slut upgrade, right?
Watching me wrestle with the corset to place the dangle navel ring in plain view, the tattooist snorted in amusement. Contrary to my usual reaction, it only made me dress more slowly.
