chapter 2

After what could have been seconds or years, the man spoke.

“Where did you eat last night?”

Molly felt her cheeks burn up as she realized what he was saying. She thought she’d been dressed quite conservatively, having just gone out with some friends from work to a sushi buffet, but now she remembered—she’d been wearing a miniskirt that she didn’t even realize she owned, no bra…her tits and flabby belly had probably been on the verge of falling out the entire time she’d been talking to Bubba.

She’d been dressed like a complete slut. She’d probably been coming onto him, begging him for sex, trying to show off her arse, her big round tits. She’d probably been boasting about how much cock she could take down her throat, and how many guys she’d slept with. She’d probably told him about her earlier conquest, the guy she’d blown in the buffet bathroom that night…

It was all coming flooding back to her. Ever since a teenager, Molly always looked forward to binge-eating - because getting painfully stuffed with food always got Molly so aroused. She would sneak tons of snacks and masturbate for hours.

But that was years ago, it wasn't a secret any more. When her friends went up to the buffet, she discreetly rubbed her pussy underneath the table and her eyes rolled back into her head. It had been her turn to buy another round of sake, and she’d been standing at the bar, considering lifting up her shirt just to attract the bartender’s attention. There had been a guy standing next to her, checking her out.

After feeling bloated with food, Molly didn’t just find it hard to say no, she found it hard to resist sucking every cock within a few feet of her. She’d grabbed the man’s tie, dragged him into the men’s bathroom, and practically ripped his pants off.

When she’d emerged a few minutes later and sat back down with her friends, her lipstick smeared, they hadn’t said anything. Molly’s friends knew that she was incapable of going to a buffet or fast food joint without forgetting she had a boyfriend and gobbling down at least one cock. They’d just laughed, and reminded her that it was still her turn to get drinks.
Fortunately, that time there hadn’t been anyone else waiting to be served.
No wonder Bubba’s tattoo had contained the word ‘slut’—it had probably been every second word out of Molly’s mouth.

Mitchell raised his glasses again, and Molly felt like she’d just escaped a cyclone, and come inside to a calm, secure building. What had they been talking about?

“Now, I understand that you’re not happy with the tattoo you got…” Mitchell continued, as Molly caught up with the conversation. They’d been saying something about her tattoo. “So of course, I’ll issue you a complete refund.

“The register is empty at the moment and we were about to close the shop for a few weeks as we were making our annual road trip out west to hit up the big summer tattoo conventions. It’s the only way you’re going to make the mags. But you know where I’m at, if you come back in—oh, let’s say a month—I’ll be able to give you the cash then.”

“Thank you,” Molly replied, slightly dazed. She felt as though she’d just won, but she wasn’t quite sure what, or how. She started to leave, but turned back as soon as the man resumed speaking.

“And besides,” the man replied, “now that you’ve got a new tattoo, you may as well enjoy it.”
He lowered his glasses once more, and looked Molly straight in the eyes.

“Embrace it.”