SUSAN'S REQUEST - A TATTOO FOREVER

 

By K.C. Douglas

 

Susan sat at her desk in total confusion. For some unknown reason, her tummy felt like it was filled with butterflies every time Kaz, the foreign exchange student talked to her. Just a moment ago, he had stared into her dark, blue eyes and said in no uncertain terms, "I want you to wear the blouse and skirt... nothing else... is that clear? My slut is going to get a tattoo," he whispered and handed her a paper bag.

 

Kaz's mystic eyes were paralyzing and seemed to control her every move. She pleaded and made several excuses, but he insisted. "We are going to visit my buddy, Jim... he owns a tattoo parlor and is going to give my slut a beautiful tattoo."

 

Susan simply cast her eyes downward and nodded, as she was defeated once again. Then she asked her student why he tormented and humiliated her like he did. His answer was simple. "You have one of the sexiest and most attractive bodies on campus and it gives me a huge adrenaline rush to see it used and abused."

 

"But, but," she mumbled, as his openness shocked her and filled her with total helplessness.

 

"I could tell you were a slut the first time I saw you in class. Your body... your soul cried out to me... wanting to be taken."

 

"Whaaaa, no."

 

"You have that look... the look of wanting sex and nothing but hard cocks."

 

"No, no," she replied, but wondered if she actually looked like a slut.

 

"Besides, I knew you would do anything to prevent my telling everyone about your having phone sex with a student."

 

It was true! She would do anything in the world to keep his incriminating evidence from the school trustees and Kaz took full advantage of her situation. But why did he think she was a slut? She dressed conservative; she acted conservative so how did this young student suspect her inner most secrets, she wondered.

 

She was getting thoroughly confused by Kaz's constant barrage of demands. Now he wanted her to get a tattoo, but how could she do this? Susan worried about what she would tell her husband when he saw the tattoo. The dilemma was overwhelming and she fretted right up until the dreadful hour finally arrived.

 

Kaz ordered her to drive to the parlor immediately after last class of the day. She quickly changed into the clothes Kaz gave her and then drove in a complete trance. Susan parked in front of a small building and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Kaz inside talking to the presumed owner.

 

All of a sudden she was scared. Surely Kaz had selected a tattoo and also where he wanted it inked onto her body. When he explained his plan in the classroom, Susan never realized how vulnerable she would be. She was utterly ashamed by her attire and being forced to obey a young man's, threatening demands.

 

Susan glanced down at her upper torso. Obviously the student wanted her to dress like a schoolgirl again because of some fetish he had. Kaz's outfit made her appear young and innocent, which made her question her own morality. The blouse was shear and see-through and she blushed at the sight of her bare boobs. She tried leaning forward, but nothing hid the fact she wasn't wearing a bra.

 

The skirt was a Scottish plaid, which looked similar in design to the black schoolgirl type she was forced to wear on the two other occasions. Nobody would ever know she wasn't wearing panties as long as she was careful so she vowed to be very diligent. Susan prayed Kaz and the tattoo artist would be the only ones to see her dressed in the revealing garments.

 

Her mind swirling around and around, as the confusion was almost overpowering. Susan reasoned she would never have succumbed to her student's blackmail if it weren't for the mistaken phone conversation. Abruptly she shrugged her shoulders in a hopeless fashion and swore to be far more vigilant in the future.

 

Reluctantly Susan went inside the seedy parlor and quietly shut the door behind her. Suddenly she felt trapped without any possible escape and the closed-in feeling made her struggle to keep breathing. A sudden urge to cross her arms hit when she noticed both men ogling her womanly endowment.

 

Susan let the vultures devour her with their wide eyes and she cursed both men. They stared at her chest and it took every ounce of courage for her to step further into the room.

 

One thing was immediately apparent to the tattoo artist. Jim stared at the gorgeous rack and realized Susan was a truly sexy woman. The young schoolgirl outfit made her appear extremely seductive and desirable. Fear was etched across her pretty face and Jim made a conscious decision to ensure Susan felt more at ease.

 

Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, which made her appear even younger. He would never guess the teacher was 34, as Kaz had said. Jim kept ogling her luscious chest. He noticed Susan didn't have the biggest breasts, but they were definitely a nice handful, as most guys would say.