Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 04-06

Much like the navel ring, it showed the fancy black & white BZ logo, with 'sister' in red beneath it. He flipped it, briefly showing Sharon the repeating pattern in green & red that would be her anklet, with a faux 'clasp' engraved SDM. He flipped it back & handed it to the obviously conflicted young woman.

"We can do 'sister' in black instead if you want." When she did not respond, he shrugged, "Tell you what, I'll do the anklet while you think about it. OK?" Sharon nodded, unable to think of anything else. She watched down her exposed body as Donnie swabbed her ankle, using a foam cushion to elevate her heel. Putting black & red ink into two small plastic wells, he went to work. Before using the needle, he carefully measured her ankle, then selected a template of that length, applying it to guide his work. She jumped when the gun buzzed to life, & again slightly when the needle first dipped into her flesh, but Donnie had not lied: beyond a dull burn there was no real pain. She watched as he quickly etched the outline, a series of beads & drooping stems with small leaves that abutted the next bead or seed or whatever it was. Dave stepped forward & began to work her nipple with one hand & her pussy with the other. In moments she was no longer watching her ankle, merely struggling to stay still as Donnie continued working.

By the time he paused, some minutes later, Sharon was barely aware of where she was; only that she needed to feel someone inside of her. & her willingness to take anyone did not seem wrong or alarming. Donnie went back around, filling in the outline, stopping again after less time & having her lift her thigh so he could add the finishing touch. He started to ask what color to use for the clasp, but Dave pointed to the red, & after doing a faint outline of the letters, he quickly filled them in with the red ink, working upside down because the letters were at the back of her ankle. Finished, he carefully wiped her ankle with another alcohol swab, then covered the new work with a gauze wrap. He got up to stretch, watching the sexy blonde writhe under Dave's touch. The smell of her arousal was filling the shop.

"Hey Tara, it's slow... take a long lunch," he shouted to the other artist, who had wisely remained up by the counter. They heard the bell over the door ring as she went out, then Donnie tossed Dave the key & nodding, Sharon's chaperone headed up to 'close up' for awhile. "Just one left," Donnie said as Sharon opened her eyes & focused on him. She seemed unaware she had taken over where Dave left off, her right fingers frigging her bare slit right in front of Donnie. No doubt Dave & Shaun had hooked a winner this time. He felt his cock stir, then focused on getting the job done. Have you decided where you want it? Sharon nodded briefly. He was guessing pube or maybe breast, but she surprised him, murmuring her answer.

"The small of my back, please." He smiled, then stood up, cleaning the needle & checking that they had enough black & red ink before pouring some white into another cup.

"Then flip on over & we'll get to work... this shouldn't take 10 minutes. Sharon nodded, obediently reversing position. Donnie flipped a switch & the cushioned chair reconfigured, leaving the pretty blonde essentially in a doggy position, her naked ass directed at him. His cock stirred more insistently as he pushed her skirt & panties down her thighs to her knees. Instead of arguing, Sharon lifted a knee, letting him remove her clothing completely. Staring at her from behind, Donnie nodded to himself that she'd look even better with just the twinkle of a clit bar peeking beneath her lips. But if she was like the other bitches Shaun & Dave had broken in over the last few years, she'd soon be coming around for 'touch ups' every few weeks. & Lord knew he enjoyed the payment plan that they always worked out. His erection threatened to become a problem, so he picked up the BZ Sister stencils. Dave was back from the front door, & set a warning hand on the box, pointing to the smaller sleeve behind it in the drawer. Donnie eyed askance... it was not what they had shown the poor woman. Dave simply nodded & smiled.

Under the younger man's watchful eye, Donnie carefully applied the stencil, then went to work, finishing the Z first, then filling around it the heavier black of the B. Finally, he put the red ink on the needles & finished the cursive 'Bitch' sweep beneath the emblem. It was not like the poor bitch had not already been hopelessly misguided. Enough she was obviously putting out to anyone Dave or Shaun said she should; Donnie knew from the suggestion Dave had made to 'hide' her tat in her pubic thatch that the woman did not understand there would be no more pubic hair except where it remained. He guessed she didn't know SDM on the ankle tattoo was for 'size does matter' or that the pattern was actually a series of black cocks. But he was also so hard by then he would've inked anything on the bitch to take a dip in her honey pot.

When he had finished, Dave took charge. The whole scene had been caught on tape... both the camcorder Dave always carried & the hidden lenses they had paid for Donnie to install. Using his master remote, Sharon's chaperone paused the tape, which would only look like a blink if no one moved, & spoke.

Now he's going to enjoy collecting his payment, my sexy little bitch. Whatever he wants, you give him... but I think watching you has him hard enough he's gonna take you right there like that..." He resumed recording, then nodded at Donnie. The artist unzipped, freeing his aching cock. Moving forward on the bench, he slapped his heavy shaft over the married woman's naked ass, teasing, "You want this?"

"Yesss!" Sharon husked, pushing back visibly, anxious to feel him inside of her.

"What's this for?" Donnie asked, aware from past visits what was expected. Sharon's ass twitched invitingly before him, tempting him to take her then & there.

"I want your cock... fuck me baby... please fuck me." Donnie slapped her ass.

"Why do I get to fuck you, sexy bitch?" Sharon whimpered as he teased his head into her drooling seam, then pressed down against her swollen clit.

"Ahh... I have to... have to pay you," Sharon groaned.

"Yeah, that's right... What'd this fine ass buy you?" Donnie easily slid his 9" shaft balls deep in the sexy housewife's wet & ready cunt. Her reply caught until he backed out fully, leaving her wanting.

"Oh God," she panted, "I wanted some piercings." She moaned as he fed her steaming cunt his cockhead once again. He paused, circling his hips before backing out.

"And..."

"Don't tease," Sharon whined, almost lunging back against him. "I wanted a tattoo."

"Did you get what you wanted?" Donnie thrust forward fully, burying his length in her snug tunnel.

"God, yessss!" Sharon nearly screamed, her voice falling to a steady moan each time he shafted into her. He set a steady pace, enjoying the way her velvet center clung to his thrusting shaft. As she seemed to calm, adapting to his size & pace, he reached down with his right hand & began to tweak her rigid clit. Sharon spasmed & moaned, cumming wildly, jutting her ass back against him visibly, welcoming his driving cock. She orgasmed again more loudly within a minute, & made no objection when Donnie pulled out & hammered her ass without hesitation or caution. After a couple minutes enjoying her incredibly tight bottom, Donnie pulled out. He easily flipped her onto her back in the chair with one hand, then pulled her into a sitting position.

"I'm gonna plow that sweet cunt, my pretty BZ Bitch, but you'd better clean me off first." Without hesitation the white housewife & coed sucked his shaft into her mouth, bobbing her head eagerly, & moaning when he leaned down & fingered her still leaking sex, pinching her inflamed bead. Pulling back, he said. "What do you want."

"I want your cock," Sharon whispered, licking her lips as she eyed it jutting over her ready body. "Please fuck me... give me your cock."

"You gonna make me cum?" Donnie teased. Sharon bit her lip but nodded, a hand working feverishly between her legs. Donnie slid slowly into her, pressing forward until his pelvic bone was butting against her clit. Sharon went wild, legs twitching, head back, gasping for breath as he held himself inside of her climaxing body. The rippling contractions of her pussy brought Donnie to the edge of his own climax. He gritted his teeth, fighting for control. Looking down as if talking to her, he spoke to Dave.

"This tight cunt fixed yet?" Sharon was too far gone to reply, but Dave snorted.

"Nope, but she's already at risk... we'll take care of that tonight." Nodding, Donnie backed out, then thrust home as hard & deep as he could. Sharon's breath left her in a rush. He repeated the brutal thrust, & the coed's milky white legs rose, cinching around his wais, spurring him on. He braced his arms over her shoulders, pounding into her like a mad stallion until her body began to shiver in release once again. Then he let go, holding himself buried as the first jet of his own release pulsed through his body. Jism boiled into her filled channel at the same moment she cried out, hands groping blindly for purchase on the cushioned chair. Dave let another jet erupt inside of her before pulling out, painting her naked pubes with the next streamer before he moved up her body, spraying her face & tits with the rest. He leered as a heavy drop of cum landed on her newly pierced nipple, & after giving Dave time for a close up, he caught Sharon's left hand-ring in sight-& pulled her upright.

"Get off my cushions before you stain 'em with our cum," he growled, spinning her half around so the cameras got a nice view of her cum dripping cunt & spattered face & torso. He bent her over at the waist, slapping her naked back with his softening cock, right over the BZ Bitch tattoo. "Gotta sign this with cum," he teased, then stepped to the side, "Better have you clean me up before my next appointment." Without hesitation Sharon dropped to her knees & sucked his cock into her mouth, working at him feverishly until she'd slurped up every drop. He stepped back, then with Dave's camera panning to follow him over the used beauty's nearly naked body. "Better open back up... who knows, I may get a tip for having a show for the customers."

Hearing that, Sharon seemed to snap out of her lust-induced haze. She scrambled to her feet, pulling her rolled T-shirt down, not aware of the wet spots that began to bloom. She looked frantically for her skirt & panties, hopping toward the darker hall at the rear of the shop as she struggled into both at the same time. Dave followed, catching it all on film: the housewife / student hurrying from her tryst without bothering to clean up. When she finally paused, still panting from fear & sexual release, in the safety of the hall, Dave patted her shoulder.

"Great, my new little bitch. Just wait here for a minute. I have to make sure we're square with Donnie. He sauntered out to the counter, but only to exchange a high five with the older man. "Nice work, my brother," he congratulated the tattoo artist.

"Shit, man. You have her in harness... I didn't have to threaten a brand at all. That last filly was a looker, but she was nothing like this bitch. No way she's just a housewife."

"I swear man. Just wait, I'm working on her 'bio' pic right now. You're only the 3rd guy to plant one, too." Donnie smiled broadly, knowing Dave & Shaun would be the others. "That new navel bar is nice." Donnie nodded.

"Got 'em in special. Thought they match the others better. Tell you, I was guessing tongue & ass on this chick.

"Gotta get the tongue, but that can wait... right now she's such a commodity we could cover her in shit & they'd still pay to play. This'll definitely help, though. How'd you like the Brazilian?" Donnie shook his head.

"You know, I worry these little baubles'll get your girls in trouble when they're hooked up elsewhere. But lasering to a Brazilian? I mean usually it's that nice little landing strip & last time Shaun had her do a little 'BZ' at the bottom, but that ain't gonna grow back, man. How she gonna explain that to her hubby?"

"Not our problem, bro'. Or hers... figure she's hot like that... guys'll pay just to look at it. If hubby gets pissed, it's not like he's the one getting' her off. & if he cuts her off, just means she'll be more dependent on..."

"The BZ Brothers," Donnie finished, nodding, "Guess that's why you're the boss."

"Naw, Shaun's the man. I'm just like a whatsitcalled... a quality control tester." Both men laughed. "Oh yeah, I gotta call home." Donnie & Dave went through a shorter shaking ritual before the taller older man sauntered over to a couple who had just come in & were looking at the near wall. Dave opened his Motorola Razor & hit a speed dial number.

"Yeah."

"Zeke, it's Dave. You about done?"

"Yep. Shaun had it scoped right, man. No problems here. Had one neighbor lady get a little curious, but the van helped with that." Dave nodded, glad something he had thought of had helped.

"He always does," Dave answered, hiding his pleasure, "How long before it's safe to head back?"

"Hmmm, give us an hour just to be sure."

"Cool. We'll be driving that long. I just have to take her for her new wardrobe, then we'll be back." Zeke snorted at that.

"Can't wait."

"An you won't have to... that's the benefit of doing the job... first dibs on the new Bitch. I'll ring when she's ready." Zeke signed off & Dave returned to where the half naked blonde was obediently waiting. Without a word he motioned for her to follow & led the way back into the mall. Where people had stared before, they stopped & pointed now. & as before, Sharon seemed oblivious. Carefully draping his left arm over her shoulder, Dave reached down & tweaked the visible bulge over Sharon's left nipple. The blonde housewife shuddered but did not complain or move away.

Back inside the mall, Sharon fell into a dutiful position a pace behind Dave as he led the way back to the escalator. Gone was the nervous, prudish woman worried someone might see up her skirt; Sharon set her feet on different steps, pulling at the hem of her skirt to keep it from pushing against the sensitive navel ring. Dave ignored her discomfort & led the way to a trendy 'Goth' store, Hot Topic. The perky teenager with a shock of bright green hair & six rings in her ear blinked but made a valiant effort to appear unaffected when they walked into the shop.

"Er, can I help you?" her eyes kept darting to Sharon, clearly amazed that a woman of the housewife's age would be dressed like she was. Dave waved her off.

"Thanks, but no... is Trevor working?" He knew he was. The girls smile dimmed as any thought of a commission evaporated. He eyed her nametag. "Tell you what, Tiffany. Find him for us & I'll make sure he shares the sale with you." She brightened a bit, & hurried off to find him. Dave made a mental note... the would be punk or Goth or whatever it was clearly was trying to 'slum' in the 'Dark mall' & her manicured nails & diamond earrings screamed 'rich girl;' she would make a great addition to the stable when she came to school.

Trevor sauntered up. Dave was watching Sharon; he could tell she was wondering if she'd soon be giving herself to this latest stranger. Guessing she was pretty spent, & knowing the drug was about gone, Dave was glad that was not on the menu. Trevor was a senior at the local high school, a letter man in football and hoops. He might have been through with playing, but Shaun was loyal to his school, & had been taking steps to make sure guys like Trevor chose their university for their 'higher education.' This was just a 'recruiting visit,' & until they were BZ Brothers or paying clientele, it was a strict 'look but don't touch' policy.

The men knocked fists, slapped hand backs, then shook, Trevor's eyes bugging as he stared at Sharon. Dave introduced them & Sharon dutifully batted her well-made eyes at him, thrusting her chest out so the pierced nipple was clearly visible.

"This's our latest BZ Sister, see?" Dave explained, spinning the willing blonde & flipping her shirt back up, revealing the BZ emblem at the small of her back. "Had to com into town to get her her shots & uniform & all that." He gestured at the racks of clothes where they stood, "I need those in black & white," he gestured at the cotton sweat material pleated miniskirts, "Any of those you've got in black, red, or pink," he pointed to the display of shelf bra T's with pithy sayings, "Three pair of the fishnet hose. The acrylic 5" heels," his eyes came to rest on a display mannequin with a black & red velvet vest/dress combo the front made of a shoestring, "That," & the matching barely there bikini, "That in the red / black & the silver / black," he wandered deeper in the aisle, grabbing other shirts & several pair of short shorts, as well as a handful of multi-colored thong underwear & matching flimsy demi-bras that would not cover Sharon's nipples. He selected some appropriately garish costume jewelry, a skintight cat suit complete with hood & a zippered crotch, & finally, a sheer robe that wouldn't reach the bottom of Sharon's ass.

"You know, she's a freshman this year... came back after the kids were in high school," Dave leaned closer to the nearly salivating clerk, "Who knows, you might even run through her boy in a football game." He slapped the young athlete on the back, "& once you're signed & pledged, you can run through her backfield any time you want. Show the man your backfield, my little bitch." Sharon bit her lip, but dutifully turned, bending at the waist & letting Dave raise her skirt. The thong was already tucked neatly between her cheeks, stuck with the mixed cum leaking from her seam. Dave gave her naked ass an appreciative pat. "& she's not the only one, trust me. The BZ Bitches are the best study partners & cheerleaders on campus, trust me." He held out Sharon's Discover card, "Ring it up & remember Tiffany over there... you bring her along next year... she's a senior, right?" the clerk nodded mutely, "You convince her to come along & we may be talking some serious coin, my friend. She has promise."

He let the younger man set about collecting the indicated pieces, using a sheet Dave had handed him including Sharon's 'sizes.' Then he led her to a little kiosk selling jewelry. Dave added a chain to his already heavily laden neck, & an onyx ring with a stone slightly bigger than her wedding diamond for Sharon's right hand... also on her Discover card. They detoured past Victoria's Secret into the sluttier Fredericks of Hollywood, where he told Sharon to 'choose' four different negligee sets, & as many sets of the crotchless panties & open cup bras. After vetoing a 'conservative' piece that might have hidden some of her body, Dave agreed to the black, white, emerald green & blue outfits Sharon chose. He added the appropriate 'accessories,' feather boas, cover-ups, high heeled slippers, & selected a fancy cat suit that was sheer material with a spider web pattern, ringing it up on her MasterCard. The picked up the selections from Hot Topic, then headed back to her car, where he delighted in baring her ass to passers-by as Sharon loaded the back of her Range Rover. She did not complain, & even before they were out of the parking lot, she was trying to unzip his jeans, carefully with her new nails, ready to gobble him up.

"Whoa, my little bitch," Dave cautioned, "I'm fine for now. 'Sides, we have some things to talk about on the way back." He set the camcorder on its special cradle, "You're officially a BZ Bitch now. That means lots of perks for you, but there are certain... jobs to do, too. You understand?" Sharon nodded, blushing. "Good. You remember you're ours & all the things we can do for you & things'll be great. I don't want to mess your marriage up; I just want to enjoy that tight ass & pretty pussy whenever I want. & since we're gonna help with your classes & all... keep you invited to the hottest parties around... since we're gonna watch out for you, you're gonna help grease the skids for us from time to time. Don't sweat it, though, you're such a gem I'm betting the guys won't farm you out... you'll be a house girl. & believe me, that means all the cock you can enjoy." The lights of home disappeared over the horizon as Dave followed the monotonously straight road at just over the legal limit. Neither spoke for several minutes.