Julianna woke up from another restless night. She had been having this some recurring dream where some big guy would follow her home and try to do something, but she would always wake up before it happened. Getting up from her bed, she yawned, raising her arms above her head to stretch out. Her hands ran through her jet-black hair, scratching her head, and then returning to her sides.
Nearby was a full-body mirror, placed by the bathroom door for convenience. She walked up to it and stared at herself. Her lush lips curled in to a smile as she looked over herself. The 20 year old was wearing only a pair of red panties over her pale skin. She traced her fingers over her nipples, the cool air combined with the sensation of being touched rousing them and bringing them to stand at attention.
"I'm so lucky," she whispered to herself, gently kneading her D cup breasts. Also near the mirror, resting atop a dark wood dresser, was a calendar that she used to keep track of the days. Today was a Saturday, and she had nothing planned. Julianna sat back on her bed and took out her laptop, an old piece of junk, but it serves her well enough, and she was diligent enough to try and keep the internal components up to date. She opened up Chrome and began looking for things to do in the city. What to do?
Eventually after a little while of searching, she stumbled upon a tattoo parlor near the west-end of the city, called Petroleum 34. She looked at her arm, running a hand over the pale skin, thinking up designs for her second tattoo. Her first was a purple heart on the outside of her right ankle. Now knowing what she wanted to do, she put her laptop away and went to take a shower. Like usual, Julianna left the door to her bathroom open.
She never really understood why she did it, and she didn't question it either. She kicked off her red panties and tossed them aside, looking in her bathroom mirror. She was a lucky girl, having a body with measurements of 38, 28, 40. She turned around and walked in to the shower, the warm water caressing her pale skin, a light steam bellowing out over the top of the shower curtain.
While she showered, the phone rang, going unanswered as she cleaned herself. However, at the end of her shower, she dried herself off, blow-drying her hair and putting on minimal make-up, including red lipstick, before walking out into her studio apartment to check her phone. Her iPhone said that her friend, Alex, had called.
She goes to call him back, walking around her apartment naked. When he picks up, she smiles and sits down on her green sofa.
"Alex, you called?" She asks.
"I did! I'm thinking of grabbing some of our pals together for a party tonight, at my place. Would you be able to show up?" His voice responds. Alex was a more effeminate guy, and his voice was rather eccentric, but bearing a sweet tone.
"Sure, that sounds great! When should I show up?"
"8 pm."
"Great! See you then!" She then hung up and stood up, walking over to her bedroom and looking herself in the mirror, evening outfit ideas running through her mind. She noticed her bush was starting to grow back in around the landing strip she kept, so before doing anything else, she went in to the restroom and gave herself a quick shave before hopping over to her dresser to pick out clothes for the day.
It was probably fifty degrees outside, but Julianna didn't feel like dressing for it too much. Of course she'd put on a sweatshirt before heading out, but before that, she'd put on a black bra and a black g-string, enjoying the way the fabric just covered her landing strip. On top of that went a tight, pink t-shirt with shorter sleeves and a pair of tight, low-rise jeans. Feeling rather bubbly, she went to the closet by the front door and looked through her shoes, settling on a pair of 4 inch tall black high-heels.
Down at out of her apartment building, she did a final check for her phone and her wallet. Check and check. Then, she began her walk down the streets of the city towards Petroleum 34. Like any other day, usually more in the summer, she was the subject of some catcalling by passing men, but after a while of it going on, she took pride in the fact that so many men were giving her attention. She even developed the habit of swaying her hips a bit more than she normally does to really let her ass get attention. On the way to the shop, perhaps a few blocks away, she had to stop when the traffic-light turned red. Down the sidewalk, she could see the neon orange light for the tattoo parlor.
A few nice cars drove by, but as she stood by and waited, an Orc walked up beside her. He wore black dress pants, purple dress shirt, white tie, and a silver watch. She takes notice of him and smiles. Of course, he smiles back, his cheeks smooth, his tusks polished, his eyes a crisp ice blue, his skin a dull green, and his black hair slicked back.
"Hey there," he began, his voice gravelly and low in pitch. This kind of voice ranked high on Julianna's list of things that turned her on.
"Hey," she replied, her voice hinting at her slight attraction to the burly humanoid. She also took note of his arms, seeing that the dress shirt was actually tight around them.
