Rachael knew she smelled like sex. Any other time it would've been something she might have enjoyed --it would mean she had a good night. On this night, it was more like the stench of sex than the smell of sex. Half an hour ago, she was talking with an exaggerated French accent while wearing a French maid costume because of tattoo on her roommate's back.
Her car screeched to a halt as she just barely managed to not hit some trash cans. Stephanie was to blame for those, too. All of her junk from her car was probably still in those damn trash cans. It was her tattoos that had these effects. Rachael got out of her car and slammed her door. She nearly hit herself when she practically ripped the parlor's door off its hinges to open it. She walked through the door, and her coat opened enough for people to see her uniform.
"Wow, nice," Stephanie snorted as she struggled to hide a giggle.
Rachael's face flushed. She was in no mood for any of this; she approached Stephanie looking like she was going to hit her. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" She shouted.
Stephanie tilted her head and forced her mouth into a frown. "What ever do you mean?"
"You know what I mean!" Rachael's face started to turn red in anger. "I do not want to be Leah's damned maid! Now, get rid of the tattoo or whatever!"
"Well, I don't know how I could do that with Leah not being here and all." Rachael blinked a few times as she realized coaxing Leah to come back might be difficult. "Even so, getting rid of a tattoo takes weeks, and it's very expensive. I can't just go 'poof' to make it disappear." Stephanie gave a big bright smile as if to rub it in more. "You're stuck being her maid whenever you see it, but you shouldn't worry --you look absolutely cute."
Rachael grumbled to herself for a bit. "How do you sleep at night?"
"Pretty well. Did you know you're practically glowing right now? I think you've been enjoying this quite a bit."
For a moment, Rachael's mind wandered. It had been sort of fun --being completely different for a while. Not in control at all... No, it was stupid to think like that. But Leah had used her! "I can't help it!"
"Right..." Stephanie rolled her eyes. "I bet given the chance, you'd go back and have angry makeup sex with her."
Rachael practically pulled her hair out in frustration. "You're going to set me free from this. I don't care how, but you're going to do it, dammit!" Her nostrils flared. She might have been intimidating had it not been for the frilly white apron.
"Fine, fine, fine, fun's over I guess." Stephanie frowned. "Come on..." She lead Rachael to the back room and pulled out her white binder again. The tattooist flipped through the pages of artwork and found the page she was looking for. "I have to give you another tattoo."
"What? No way, this one might make me into a prostitute or something!"
"No, that's the harlot tattoo. Plus, the tattoos affect only a certain person who sees them. You're pretty much safe. This is a freedom tattoo, of sorts. Look at the page, it even has all the notes."
Rachael took the binder and looked at the design. It was simple enough, and the picture definitely went with the subtitle. The page simply said the word "freedom." Rachael glanced at Stephanie and then back down at the picture. There weren't any "notes" by any means. A word hardly qualified, but it was Rachael's only option. "And this will set me free?"
"Well, yes. Sorta. You see, you have to get Leah to see it, and then you need to bring her back here. When you're both here, I can give you another tattoo, and then you'll both be freed." That made Rachael a bit worried, and Stephanie picked up on her hesitation. "Unless you want her to still be able to use her tattoos on you? Of course, this tattoo will 'take' her freedom. She'll have to do whatever you want. The tattoo's purpose is to take someone's freedom so you can get your own. I designed this one myself."
"Wait, you can make tattoos that do whatever you want? I thought these were ancient symbols or something!"
Stephanie chuckled. "Sort of. I mean, it has to be an appropriate symbol done in a special ink to work. I couldn't get you to run around purring like a kitten because you saw something that looked like the moon."
Rachael froze. This woman was crazy. There was no way she could just trust her. She needed to stall. "Special ink?"
"Now that's a secret I won't share. We should really get started, though." Stephanie held up her tattoo gun.
"Uh..." Rachael looked between Stephanie and the tattoo gun. She needed to get the tattoo to get free. There really wasn't any other option, but this woman had to be insane.
"What? You know it won't hurt. It'll all be over soon, you can bring Leah back here, and I promise I'll set you both free. Okay?" Stephanie frowned a tiny bit.
It wasn't the situation Rachael wanted, but there really was no more reasonable way. "Okay. Then let's get started." Rachael nodded to prepare herself. She was going to bring Leah back here, and then they could be freed from this stupid game. She would certainly have to get her revenge first, though. No one puts her through that and gets away with it.
"This tattoo is a bit special. It has to go on the legs. I really suggest upper thigh."
"Because it won't work any other way. So spread those legs and hike up that skirt." Stephanie winked as she fiddled with her tattoo gun.
"Could you at least stop the teasing?" Rachael practically growled --even as she did what she was told. It was almost embarrassing putting herself on display for Stephanie. The ridiculous outfit was bad enough, but the panties, with their little ruffles, was even worse.
Stephanie could almost read her mind. "You should be happy for the body you have. Not many women could pull off this look quite so sexily. Of course, I knew you could..."
"Just give me the damn tattoo so I can get out of here."
"You're just no fun." Stephanie frowned as she went between Rachael's legs. She didn't seem to have a problem at all with this position; Rachael, on the other hand, was very uncomfortable. Part of her just wanted to take the woman's neck between her thighs and squeeze, but she needed to get this tattoo.
"There, done with one leg..." Rachael heard Stephanie shifted and suddenly felt a head against her crotch. "Whoops, sorry!" Stephanie laughed to herself as she started tattooing Rachael's other leg. "Just normally when I'm between a woman's legs that's where my head goes."
Rachael clenched her teeth as she felt a bit of anger rising. This woman was enjoying her situation far too much, and it was really starting to piss her off. Still... she couldn't do anything. Stephanie had got her into this mess, and only she could get her out.
Rachael quietly took the burning sensation on her upper leg. She needed to plan for what she was going to do to Leah. Her teeth clenched as she thought of the best way to humiliate her roommate. If only she had some ridiculous fetish outfit she could make Leah wear to get even.
"Okay, all done." Stephanie stood up and popped her back. "So, make sure you show it to her with your legs closed or it won't work."
"Does something else happen if I have my legs open?"
"Nothing important.." Stephanie smiled, and Rachael's stomach churned. She was lying, but Rachael couldn't figure out what she was lying about. "Now, I imagine you'll want to show it to her as soon as you get home, so I won't bother covering it up. Still, when you get done, cover it, or you'll be in for a really bad blistering."
"I'll keep it in mind." Rachael got out of the chair and winced as the tattoos rubbed against each other. She would have to walk awkwardly for a while, but it would be worth it.
"Hey, I had a really good idea." Stephanie was purring with delight. Rachael winced. "Well, no... Never mind, you wouldn't be interested. You're just bringing her right back here, getting her dressed up would just be pointless."
Rachael looked at Stephanie a bit curiously. Having Leah dress up would be fair, after all... "What do you have?"
"Oh...It's something pretty sexy..." She smiled as she saw Rachael's lips curve into a devious grin. "It even comes with adhesive patches to cover her tattoos --just to make sure she doesn't have any chance to get the upper hand.
Rachael really liked this idea.
Leah groaned as she woke up from her orgasm induced nap. Her mouth parted as a long yawn was forced its way out her mouth. Even her back popped. "What time is it...?" she mumbled to herself. The couch wasn't the most comfortable piece of furniture, but she felt fantastic. "Rachael?"
She hoped that Rachael was still acting like a French maid. Even if she wasn't, all Leah would have to do is remove her shirt. Things were going to be great. "Raaachael!" she called out again.
Only silence greeted her. Leah groaned as she rolled off the couch and walked to Rachael's room, thinking that her roommate might have gone to sleep. She opened the door as quietly as she could. "Rachael?" But there was no one on the bed. Leah opened the door a bit wider and noticed Rachael's clothes on the floor. "Where could she have gone...?"
The sound of a door closing brought Leah to attention. "Rachael?" She called out, but no one answered. Her brow furrowed as she felt some anxiety well up. Maybe it was a burglar or something. Leah stepped out of Rachael's room and bumped into someone. She couldn't stop herself from screaming and moving back into Rachael's room.
"What the hell are you screaming for?" Rachael asked as she stepped in the room.
The color drained from Leah's face as she noticed the very evil grin on Rachael's. "You're not... mad from earlier are you...?" Her voice squeaked.
"Oh, absolutely." Rachael took a step forward causing Leah to take a step back.
Maybe she shouldn't have stopped screaming. This was way worse than a burglar. "L-look, I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong, but...! You got that tattoo and used it on me, and so it was only fair for me to do the same back!"
The French maid didn't even blink.
"C-come on! It was fun... wasn't it?" Leah's eyes pleaded as she bumped into the bed. Desperately, she tried to think of something she could do to get out of this situation.
"Kind of, but I think I'll find this much more entertaining." Rachael lifted her skirt and Leah's eyes instantly noticed the new tattoo. It was an odd design. Two circular shapes, one on each leg, with some wavy line making it look like they were attached. Leah's eyes went wide, and her body started to tremble. The sound of a click echoed around her head. "Wh-what did you do to me?"
Rachael lowered her skirt. "Sing 'I'm A Little Teapot' for me."
That was an odd request. Rachael must have been making fun of her, but to Leah's surprise, she started to sing. "I'm a little teapot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout. When I get all steamed up hear me shout, just tip me over and pour me out." Leah color drained even more. "Wh-why did I do that?"
"This tattoo makes you follow any commands I give. Off the bed! I have an outfit I want you to try on." Rachael's voice was very smug. She didn't even try to hide it. "It's in the front room on the couch. Make sure you cover your two tattoos too; you'll see what you need to do."
Leah's body mechanically got up off the bed and marched to the front room. On the couch was an outfit that made Leah groan. The pants were blue and of a sheer so fine that they were see through. The slits to let her legs occasionally be exposed seemed pointless. The blue fake-jeweled panties and bra were just ridiculous. How could Rachael honestly expect her to wear something like this?
But her body wouldn't stop. Her shirt came off and she put on the blue bra, followed by the sheer sleeves. "Come on, let me stop!" There was no reply as Leah pulled the panties over her legs, followed by the sheer harem pants.
Finally, she heard Rachael speak. "You can come back now when you're all dressed and your tattoos are covered, but I except you to make this as sexy as you can." It wasn't done, of course not. Just like Rachael's French maid costume, this costume was made to be convincing. An ornate belt hugged her waist, and a veil covered her face. She saw the jeweled adhesive patch and covered her belly tattoo with it. The gauze was next, and somehow her hands knew exactly how to get it on her back with minimal struggling.
Her body moved again, this time much less mechanically. Her hips moved gracefully as she entered the room. "Oh my! Sexy, sexy," Rachael teased.
"Come on... let me go...!" Leah whined.
"Come rub my feet, get on your knees."
Her body moved on its own. More graceful than she had ever before, Leah knelt down, and she couldn't stop her hands from taking one of Rachael's feet and tenderly rubbing it. "What are you going to do to me...?" Leah tried her absolute hardest to make her hands stop, but to no avail. She simply couldn't move to her own will; it was like she was trapped in her own body.
"I haven't really decided yet." Rachael sighed as she squirmed from the massage. "You should smile though. Be happy that I'm letting you anywhere near me." Leah's lips instantly turned into a smile, and she felt quite happy.
Yes, it was a good thing that Rachael was making her give her a foot rub. It was something to be happy about. "Okay!" Leah finished with one of Rachael's feet and switched to the other. "Thank you for making me do this."
Rachael had to stifle a laugh. "Of course, Leah. You should be aroused and happy that I'm making you serve me."
And Leah was! She could feel her pussy already getting wet as she looked up at Rachael with a smile. "Alright!" Leah mindlessly rubbed her legs together as her fingers found every spot of tension. Rachael was a beautiful woman after all, and being able to serve her was the only thing Leah wanted.
"Oooh... you're pretty good at that. I could use one of these after work ever day..." Rachael sighed again. "But that's enough. I had a great idea." Her grin widened. "Dance. Give me a show. Tell me how great it is to give a show to me."
The harem girl got up in one fluid movement and started to twirl and dance in front of Rachael. Swinging her hips like an expert. "Thank you for watching me dance. It means so much." Leah's body moved to an invisible beat. Her fluidity allowed her to move around the room with a certain grace that Rachael had never seen before. And from the look on her face, Rachael was quite enjoying it. Her legs parted, and Leah glimpsed the tattoo again. Another click sounded in her mind, but she wanted to just keep dancing how she was. It was so fun and easy. It was really enjoyable.
She felt so wonderful and free to just move like that, especially while Rachael watched. That's what made it entirely worthwhile. She wanted to make Rachael happy, and Rachael wanted her to dance. That meant she needed to dance! Rachael's legs closed, and Leah heard another click.
"Start masturbating. Keep the show going."
Leah's hands gracefully teased her upper thigh as she continued the dance. Without ever stopping her dance, she laid on her back and spread her legs as her fingers began to slowly trace her slit. "It's so great to masturbate for you, Rachael. I'm so excited that I get to do this; I've always wanted to!"
"Yes! I've even dreamed about it before. Really good dreams." Two of Leah's fingers entered her eager pussy. "Always wake up so wet!" Leah moaned as her other hand focused on her clit. She started off slow, really just teasing herself, but she quickly stepped up the pace. Her fingers pumping in and out of her soaked cunt while she rubbed her clit. Before long she was writhing in pleasure on the floor. Leah's voice cracked as a moan tore from her throat.
"You really are quite good at this..." Rachael's legs were slowly rubbing against each other, and her face was flushed.
"Oh, thank you!" Leah wasn't nearly done. Another moan pushed itself between her lips as her hips started to buck against her hand. Trying to fuck an imaginary lover. She pretended it was Rachael's fingers playing with her. In a way, they were Rachael's fingers --her entire body was Rachael's.
Her back started to arch as her toes popped. She was so close she could feel it. All she needed was a little more, and she would cum. "Stop." Leah's body froze in position. Two of her fingers buried in her pussy while her thumb rested against her clit. "Look at me." Leah's head rose, and she looked at her roommate.
Rachael's face was flushed, and her body trembled. It was hard for her to keep focus, but her eyes told Leah what she wanted. Rachael's panties were around her ankles, and the short maid skirt looked so inviting. "Come here. Lick me out."
Rachael's leg spread, and for some reason, Leah heard another click in her head. Things seemed to be a bit fuzzy for a second, but the feeling passed. All she knew was that she really wanted to have her head between Rachael's legs. "Yes..." her voice trailed off as she groggily crawled over to Rachael. She paused to just look at Rachael's pussy, letting her own arousal build higher as she savored the awaited experience.
"Go on, do it." Rachael encouraged.
Leah really didn't need the encouragement. She wanted to do this so much. Her hand pulled the veil down. Her nose pressed against Rachael's clit, and her tongue started to lap at her folds. Rachael responded instantly with a moan, which pushed Leah to keep going.
"You can finger yourself while doing this."
That was a good idea. Leah's hands resumed their teasing, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning against Rachael's pussy. She felt so warm and carefree. It was so easy to just keep licking at Rachael as her fingers mindlessly worked into her own pussy. Eons could pass just like this and she wouldn't care. It was all she wanted.
Rachael fell backward on the bed. Her back was arched as she started to play with her breasts. Leah wanted to join her on the bed. To be as close as she could to her roommate. She nuzzled Rachael's crotch one last time before crawling onto the bed. "What are you doing? Go back to eating me out."
"I don't want to..." Leah dreamily sighed as she nuzzled her way up to a very surprised Rachael. "I just want to kiss you..." Leah saw the confusion on Rachael's face, but she didn't care. Their lips met unequally, with Leah giving the best kiss of her life while Rachael was a bit too stunned to move.
Leah's crotch found Rachael's leg, and she stared to rub against Rachael's stocking covered leg. Her other leg was placed between Rachael's crotch. "Come on... I just want to be close to you." Leah tried kissing Rachael again.
Rachael responded to the kiss this time. She wrapped her arms around Leah and pulled her close. Her hips started to move against Leah's legs, grinding to fulfill herself. They kissed and held on to each other like long time lovers. Rachael squirmed under Leah as she broke the kiss and briefly moaned. Her body spasmed only slightly as Leah held onto her very tightly. Her legs tightened around Leah's.
A longer moan parted her lips and her back fully arched. She took deep breaths while Leah continued to try and kiss her. "I love you." Leah's voice was so soft.
Rachael held Leah tightly as the two of them just enjoyed being close to one another. "I know." Leah felt Rachael's hug tighten. "Tomorrow we need to go back to the tattoo parlor. We can stop playing these games, we'll go somewhere nice. Okay?"
Leah kissed Rachael on the cheek before moving to rest her head on Rachael's shoulder. "Okay...."