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She wanted to throw it out and never look at it again, but she forced herself to quash the instinct. The pile of cash was sitting on the chair next to the trophy, and Kelsey looked at it and smiled. Sure, the majority of it would have to go to paying off debt, but she could afford to treat herself, just a little. What could she do to reward herself for her bravery? The idea popped into her brain with such immediate clarity and conviction that she was dressed and on her way to the tattoo parlor before she even questioned it. She was going to get a tattoo. And to commemorate last night, she was going to get a slutty one.
Not a bad-looking one, either, she mused.
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She got herself a glass of water, and returned for another play-session. As Kelsey walked into work the next day, she was met with raised eyebrows and huge smiles. They were wondering what small, shy Kelsey was doing, walking so confidently, dressed uncharacteristically in such a a short skirt.
The huge smiles were from the men who had seen her faux-naked, and welcomed any change in her wardrobe that brought her closer to that state. I think this is a good start! A pair of new tattoos later, she was walking out of the small shop with a smile on her face and a new confidence in her stride. Something to contrast her other tattoo. It was the balloon that Brittany was gushing over, while Heather made her reservations clear. She enjoyed the humor of it, but more than that…the fact that it was so out-of-character. Getting a tattoo at all made her feel free, like she was someone else—getting one of a pair of tits?
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A lovely, relaxing weekend—a party, a few more drinks than were strictly necessary, a bit of prize money, and then a day of self-pleasure. It was out of her system now, and she could go back to being her normal go-getter self. So why was she still so turned on? All day Heather had felt like she was battling her own hormones. He was half in love with their bombshell of a receptionist—every man in the building was—but there was something particularly appealing about her that day. It was her attitude. She was always bubbly and personable—it was what Brittany was Regret not dating more for.
But today she somehow seemed extra friendly, extra chirpy. This is wrong, Heather told herself. The thought ran through her mind again and again, but it somehow just managed to add to the heat she felt between her legs. Finally, knocking off time arrived, and she all but ran home, collapsed straight onto her bed, and got herself off over and over and over again before falling into a blissful sleep. A second date was looking unlikely, but that was okay. The idea of sneaking into the bathroom again consumed her, and it was all she could think about during her commute. So naughty, she told herself—so deliciously wicked. Oh god, she thought as an orgasm swept her body.
Typical Brittany, Heather thought with a smile, enjoying her post-orgasm glow. Kelsey arrived at work an hour late, and threw an apologetic glance at Brittany as she entered the room. A week ago, she would have blushed and stared at the floor as she did, but she found the process of getting inked to be surprisingly empowering. What am I wearing? The clothes she was wearing were that of a timid, shrinking violet. They made her feel sexy. They were more than just hot. They turned her on. There was just something so deeply erotic about looking down at her skin, and seeing a lewd tattoo.
One for her friends to see, and one for her to think about when she played with herself. If Brittany went to her tattoo artist, he might mention something about her secret tattoos, and they were just for her. As Heather began to approach, Kelsey hastily covered her arm up. A part of her hated her fear, but she knew that change took time. After waking up with company on Sunday morning, and listening to a particularly moving sermon about using the gifts that God gives you, Brittany had resolved to do exactly that.
Her best assets were her looks, she knew. And sure, perhaps the company was going under and there was nothing she could do about…on the other hand, perhaps there was. Her company had a huge motivation problem, that was obvious. And it was her job to be the face of the company—but she could do more than that, she could work on lifting spirits from within. And so she had. Any time a man was within a few feet of her, Brittany made sure that there was a smile on his face, and ample eye-candy for him to look at. Her skirt-hems had grown higher, her cleavage had—against all odds—gotten more prominent, and she considered it a personal challenge to cause a visible erection on every man she came into contact with.
Her efforts had worked, but an unexpected side-effect had occurred. The more attention she got from the men of her office, the more she enjoyed it…craved it, even. Thursday morning was the start of a big conference—one of the few efforts the company had left to pull itself out of the hole and get more clients—and most of the office was out. He was just so cute…so young… There was something about the way that he stared at her breasts while talking to her that just got her so hot and bothered. He could barely get a few words out without blushing, and from the second she walked into the building each morning, she knew he was hard. So hard…for her… It must be frustrating, she pondered, not even aware that she was now blatantly staring at his pants.
Being hard all day, no one to relieve the tension…it must be so…demoralizing. And to think, she was the one who had caused it. This is too much, Heather told herself as she added three more toys to her bag. All of her spare time was spent masturbating, and more than half of her time at work was spent doing the same. This is too much, Kelsey told herself as she sketched out her latest tattoo idea. The parlor had told her that they were ending the 2-for-1 discount, and so she wanted to make the most of it while she could. The piece of paper in front of her held the image of an Elven Princess, naked and on all fours, positioned in such a way to draw attention to her smoothly-shaved pussy.
Work should stay at work…of course, she told herself, getting it out of his system would mean that he could stop staring at her all day and focus on the tasks at hand… This is too much, the three women thought simultaneously…but not one of them showed any sign of slowing down. Brittany arrived to work late. She practically floated around the office these days, as if sitting on a happy cloud. Walking slightly strangely had become the new norm for Kelsey, and as well as the constant after-glow her toys were providing, she was now experience occasional orgasms from just sitting at her desk, or walking from one end of the office to the other. At a glance, it just looked like she was wearing stockings, but in fact her legs were bare.
Kelsey was enjoying wearing bare legs to the office. Each night, Kelsey went home and sat on her bed, designing new tattoos that she wanted. Next to her bed, as she drew, sat the trophy. Beside it was the ever-dwindling pile of money. It was impossible, she knew, to get every tattoo that she wanted and hide it from her co-workers. They were simple, inoffensive, and would serve as a barometer to see if anyone at work minded her showing up inked. She liked the idea of people seeing them. They were art, after all, and they represented the new her.
She liked that—people would see the real her. No, she wanted to show everyone who she really was. Heather woke up with a huge smile on her face, and dildos sticking out of her front and rear. Her glee began to fade, however, as she began slowly pumping the toys in and out. The room was filled with the wet sound of her toys pumping in and out, but where the squelching sound would normally be accompanied by her moans, instead they were met with silence. In frustration, Heather withdrew her toys and threw them across the room. The solution was obvious: Part of it was her ensemble—she wore a short, tight, black skirt, and a blouse to match.
The four top buttons were undone, showing off the peaks of her breasts, and a sizable portion of her pink push-up bra as well. This led a number of Ex-Waffen-SS to shoot themselves through the arm with a gun, removing the tattoo and leaving scars like the ones resulting from pox inoculation, making the removal less obvious. He speculated that the tattoos and other scarifications observed on the bodies may have served a medicinal or therapeutic purpose: History of tattooing A pe'a is a traditional male tattoo in Samoa. Samoan tattooing was practiced continuously despite attempts at suppression during the s.
This body, with 61 tattoos, was found embedded in glacial ice in the Alpsand was dated to 3, BC. On subsequent voyages other crew members, from officers, such as American John Ledyard, to ordinary seamen, were tattooed. In Britain tattooing was still largely associated with sailors  and the lower or even criminal class,  but by the s had become fashionable among some members of the upper classes, including royalty,   and in its upmarket form it could be an expensive  and sometimes painful  process. A marked class division on the acceptability of the practice continued for some time in Britain. The first recorded professional tattoo artist in the United States was a German immigrant, Martin Hildebrandt.
He opened a shop in New York City in and quickly became popular during the American Civil War among soldiers and sailors of both Union and Confederate militaries. Hildebrandt began traveling from camp to camp to tattoo soldiers, making his popularity increase, and also giving birth to the tradition of getting tattoos while being an American serviceman. Soon after the Civil War, tattoos became fashionable among upper-class young adults. This trend lasted until the beginning of World War I. The invention of the electric tattoo machine caused popularity of tattoos among the wealthy to drop off.
The machine made the tattooing procedure both much easier and cheaper, thus, eliminating the status symbol tattoos previously held, as they were now affordable for all socioeconomic classes. The status symbol of a tattoo shifted from a representation of wealth, to a mark typically seen on rebels and criminals. Despite this change, tattoos remained popular among military servicemen, and the tradition continues today. Many studies have been done of the tattooed population and society's view of tattoos. In Junethe Journal of the American Academy of Dermatology published the results of a telephone survey of