Wicked's Metamorphosis

I had not given much thought about Marie's background, until listening to Dr. Bagatti's medical pedigree. Daddy said Marie was a psychiatrist, which didn't mean much to me. I just thought a psychiatrist was someone who worked with mental patients -- like crazy people - up until I met Marie last Friday. I decided to find out more about Marie and why she built this hospital. If her hospital isn't for crazy people, then who are the patients she treats there?

I let that thought trail off as the driver slowed down and parked the car in front of a haughty, neon window sign that read, 'Rory's Tattoo Salon.' Inside it looked hospital clinical, despite the gaudy nude image of a big titted girl in red neon tubing out front.

A bobbed tailed mid-thirties woman, with multi-colored glitzy hair, sprang from behind the counter. With a squeal of delight, she bulldozed into Dani exclaiming, "Hi cousin! God, I miss you!"

Dani returned her hug with the same fervor while saying, "Hush you! Don't be telling everyone in here that we are even remotely related -- I have a reputation to keep!" From the grins on the clients' faces, no one listening even took that as being a for real statement. You could tell from the body language and laughter they really liked one another. Releasing Dani, she turned her attention to me asking, "So, Ms Schumacher, did you bring any pictures for the tat you want Rory to do for you?"

"Kat," Dani spoke as she turned to me, "This is Candi, my cousin." I smiled and said hello. It seems the wait in Marie's office has been time to make all the arrangements between Danielle and the salon since Candi knew my name already.

"No, I don't have any pictures. I was just thinking of getting some words printed -- that's all." I answered, hoping that this wasn't a big deal kind where they were looking for a lot of money and I'd just burst the bubble for her by asking for a tiny script. Who rolls up in a limo with a doctor in tow to spend just a few pesos anyway?

"Not a problem, sugar! Easy Peasy. Rory does all the graphic setups, but I can knock out script for you really fast. Where do you want the script to go, honey?" Candi asked as she grabbed a sketchpad from the counter.

Wow, right out in front of the whole audience, in the middle of the room, she expected me to tell her. I wasn't ready for that. After all, I still had enough modesty left in my teen body to be a little unsettled in answering her, even in private. With raised eyebrows, I looked at Dani.

She wasn't slow on the uptake, and read my thoughts quickly. "Candi, honey, let's go introduce her to Rory first and then we can do the script, okay? Dani cut into the conversation taking the pressure off of me. Guess that long clinical internship stuff helps develop that sixth sense of mind reading. I'm relieved it does, noticing my adrenalin rush had my heart pumping for a few seconds. Had those sexual feeling already started before I even got a needle into me? I was wondering as Candi lead us along a series of office suites behind the front entry. I could hear the buzzing sounds from somewhere back in several rooms.

Dani pulled me into one of the empty rooms saying she would be right back. I could hear some whispered exchange with Candi and then, as a lull came among the buzzing sounds, caught Candi's voice saying, "Okay, sorry! I thought she was just a friend of yours getting some special treatment ... not ..." Then the buzz started again.

If I had to guess about the rest of the conversation, I would say Dani was making sure that Candi's treatment of me would not negatively impact or become a detrimental factor in Dani's internship evaluation. Maybe, she was making sure that Candi understood I was connected to her boss at the hospital. At any rate, after a few seconds both women entered and Candi seemed a bit more reserved. We continued the conversation that began in the anteroom; about the location of the tattoo.

I told her about, 'So ... WicKed' in some stylized script, "Here, just above my ... right below my bikini line." I was now too self-conscious to say matter-of-factly that I wanted it centered right over my pussy. Why couldn't I say it, I wondered.

"Could I make a suggestion?" Candi said after listening to me, "Nice things seem be pleasing in an artistic way according to Rory, if they come in threes. Picture this for a moment, how about having 'WicKed' tatted on both breasts? Then someone reading it from an angle down 'there' would be reading it as, 'WicKed ... WicKed ... So ... WicKed'. That would complete the series of three like Rory says." Candi proffered.

"I guess, so." I remarked, trying to picture what a 'down' there look would be like. "I'd have to see that for myself, though. How do we ..." before I could finish, Candi answered.

"Leave that to me! But you're going to have to get undressed by the time I come back." She giggled as she left the room.

I looked around for a robe or something to put on. Dani smiled, "Sorry, around here butt covers just get in the way of the operations. Everyone goes au natural, Kat."

Daddy always said, "In for a penny, in for a pound." I revved up my fight-or-flight mode and removed my top, then let my skirt fall to the floor -- imagining that I was alone with Daddy. 'I can do this' I said as I looked into a tri-cornered mirror in the corner of the room. I could see everything as I turned left, then right. I have to get one of these mirrors when I get back home!

Candi came back in quickly with scissors, some bandage tape, and a red felt tip marker. 'Crude, but effective,' she said grinning, as she looked at my raised eyebrows and puzzled facial expression.

As she roughed out a draft of script for all three places, she taped each one of them for me. Her hands felt nice and warm, soft just like Marie's hands on my naked body. Either the air in the room is warmer now than when I came in or my face is becoming flushed. I'm feeling hotter by the moment. Candi looked at Dani and then at me, "Hair can be bothersome with a tat, especially down 'there' since it's coarser. Have you thought about laser?" She read my blank look like a book that told her my answer even without having to speak a word.

"It's a painless process for permanently removing hair follicles. I'm certified and can get you ready for Rory in less than an hour. That is if you want to have it done, otherwise you will be shaving constantly ... if you want it clearly visible all the time." She smiled that wry, knowing smile as to why a girl would want that.

It only took a moment to find my voice again, "Fuck yeah! No more shaving ... where have you been all my life?" I laughed.

I stood, admiring the mock up Candi crafted so quickly as she left to get her laser equipment cart. 'Yes. Three is the right number, I could tell that now. I could see Daddy's face reading my breasts from left to right and then the final words centered over my slit. The words he spoke that inspired me to want this tattoo - while at the diner - right above where his tongue and cock like to play.

Wicked. ... Wicked. ... So ... WicKed - The crimson red letters would be calling out to him, calling out to plunge into me with his long tongue and that never stopping six inch pleasure stick of his.

Before I could stop myself, I murmured aloud between pursed lips, "Goddamn, I feel so fucking wet!"

Turning toward the front mirror, I saw Dani standing directly behind me. A sly smile turned up on the corner of her lips as if to say. 'I heard that!' I bet everyone in the front of the building could have heard me. Her eyes were taking in all three views from the mirror as well as from my backside. Her look resembles Marie's face when I'm lying between her legs feasting on her nectar. That look of shamelessness and pleasure marks her eyes and her lips. She stares intently at my naked physique from all angles. I can hear the sound of her breath escaping from her lungs. She doesn't have any flight mode -- but it's damn sure that her adrenaline is flowing! I wondered if her professional servitude to Dr. Johnson could be broken -- that she would go down to worship So ... WicKed's holey spot.

My thoughts are interrupted by a short knock at the door. Bursting through it, Candi pulls her cart through. She glances between Dani and me with a silent knowing look and orders me up onto the padded table. Wiping away my dampness without a comment, she begins. The process is easy and quick as she said it would be, too quickly she stops. The touch of her hands gliding over me and around my slit maintains the tension I felt for Dani in my legs and my ass. Methodically, Candi worked her way around my cunty, removing all traces of unwanted hair follicles. Finally, shaving is a thing of the past. Putting away her equipment, she stands between my legs looking at the taped positions of her labels.

"Ah, yeah that's going to look really erotic, baby. That's a catch phrase that you should patent, honey. It could get you some big bucks in the fashion industry or jewelry world, maybe. I'm going out to work on a computer image generation of those for Rory to see before he starts. He should be in about forty minutes from now. So, you have some time to think over the locations for different placements if you like. Dani, why don't you stand over here and checkout the positions from this angle for her until Rory comes?" She winked at me as she left the room -- sly devil had something on Dani, I could tell. Dani moved between my legs as the door closed.

"So ... how does it look?" I asked her while I'm peering down between my breasts to happiness lane.

"Nice, but I think the tape on the breasts should be under the breasts, not over them, unless you are thinking about becoming a stripper! If you are going out with a low-cut dress everyone, including kids, could see them on top like that. You would always need to cover up. If they are underneath, a gown or bathing suit top would cover them. Say just beneath the nipples?" She remarked as her finger tips lingered beneath the position where she thought the tattoo should go.

"Can you move them for me?" I asked. I could have done it myself, but I wanted to feel her hands on my body, to feel the tingles of her fingers playing across my skin. She stepped further between my legs and bent forward to remove and reposition the tapes just under my nipples. Her hands felt just like I wanted them to ... needed them to feel - warm and sensual.

"Can you ... stoop down and see how it looks from a lower angle, Dani, like when someone is, you know ... eating my pussy?" My southern syrupy voice just naturally turns on it seems when I start getting aroused. I spread my legs wider and lifted them up onto the table -- butterfly stance -- Daddy calls it.

"I'd actually have to ... put my head closer for that Kat." Danielle Bagatti intoned with a soft whisper, seeking my consent.

"Yes, I guess you would have to, Dani. It's okay. I don't mind." I sighed in reply as I let my head softly fall back onto the table. I felt my legs tense as her warm breath whispered the words from between my thighs as she read them aloud, 'WicKed ... WicKed ... So ... WicKed!' The warmth of her sensual words flowing over my lips made my head tilt back. A flushed sense of enjoyment washed over me. I didn't need a tat to make me feel as good as Dani is making me feel at this moment!

Her breath, flowing across my newly bald cunt, felt so exhilarating. Even more so, when her tongue found its way beneath my clitoral hood. Yes, So ... WicKed is how it felt as her tongue dipped into my valley and circled my clit. Not two minutes in and I felt the earthquake as my body crashed through all the stages of sex Dr. Danielle Bagatti had outlined for me in the car as we drove here. So, fucking WicKedly good as I lay basking in that state of sexual resolution, as she called it! Got to remember and add that word to my expanding fuck vocabulary.

"Ahem."

Rory's voice broke through the reverie as my body was still gasping for more air. "You know that's only allowed within the family?" He said with mock severity as he watched Dani's cum covered face surface from between my thighs.

"Forgive me, Father, it was just a moment of weakness that will never happen again, I can assure you!" Dani's hoarse voice replied with equality mock severity. I barely was aware of the untimely intrusion. My body was so spent that I couldn't even get out a word as I slipped into unconsciousness having fallen from one of the greatest sexual highs I had ever experienced to date.

Coming to, I became aware of Rory's head peering up from between my legs as he read the three clusters of script taped to my spent body. At first, I thought I was about to go through a second round of tongue lashing, but soon realized that he was in survey mode. He read them three times in succession before concluding that Candi had been right about three as a good repetitive number and concurring with Dani's suggestion for placement below the nipples.

"I can see this working very well for you. Anyone's face between your thighs can see all three of the scripts. And anyone standing with a cock pressing against your cunt will get the same fantastic readings. The only afterthought I have is that you would look great with 'So ... WicKed' as a tramp stamp as well. I could see that driving a guy wild as he takes you from the front, and later on your knees -- getting taken from the backside. And, young lady, you are going to be a truly fantastic view from any position when I get these tats finished! Shall we start?" He asked encouragingly.

"Yes," I managed to provide him a weak reply and a soft grin, "Just keep the stamp below the bikini line also, like Dani said."

Rory, Dani's father it turns out, seemed like a likeable guy with an artist's flair. Dani was right about the sequence of arousal -- Rory's skilled hands slowly built up another series of orgasms; wave after wave of them. Before he finished, my body was bathed in perspiration from the exquisite pain flowing through and around my cunt. The tramp stamp was not as intense, but still it made my legs clench together while Rory worked on it. I wished I had video of it to show Daddy!

Are We in Trouble?

Dani tapped on the door rousing the snoozing driver. There was very little daylight and that little bit was fading fast. I realized that we were very late. Marie had said we would be flying back this afternoon and we had to get back before dark. She was not certified for night or instrument flights, yet.

"So, are we in trouble?" I asked Dani, "Marie can't fly at night." I told her. I didn't want to get Dani in trouble with Dr. Marie.

"You're not in trouble, Kat," she said, "but I might be in a little hot water for a while." She added with a look of concern on her face. I looked into those mocha eyes and knew I had to erase that concern.

On the ride back to the hospital, I knelt down before her on the limo's floor and paid her homage for the pleasure she had given me today. I slipped my hands between her legs. Her skirt rode up as she slid forward in the seat allowing my hands to roam through her moist hairless folds. I knew I owed her a 'resolution.'

"You won't be in hot water either, Dani," I responded in a low voice, "WicKed has ways of taking care of Marie." I added with just a hint of wickedness in my voice that caused Dr. Danielle Bagatti to laugh aloud. I could see the driver's face glancing into the rearview mirror. I hoped he couldn't see, but it was already too late to backout now. No rest for WicKed -- time to move ahead.

As the tension flowed from her body, I heard Dani say, "I bet you have MS WicKed, I bet you have!" Then her words choked. Just the sounds of her breathing, coming in small moans, like a deep-throated cello, vibrated around the limo's backseat as my tongue played her.

As we drove under the street lamps, I could catch glimpses of her Daddy's work -- a beautiful fluttering butterfly, with one wing on either side of her, mound. The undulations of her body against my mouth caused its wings to twitch, as if in flight. Her nectar began to flow down my chin as my tongue pushed her up the mountain. A choked groan spiraled its way up her throat, clamping her thighs against my head. My tongue worked its way through her core. She came, with torrents raining into my throat. The intensity of her tremors shook her as she thrusted upward against me. Spent now, she is just a captive wrapped within her orgasm - just a ball of twitching mini-orgasms pulsating within her core. I couldn't help but smile at how the driver must be reacting to her voice crying out, "Fuck!"

"Enjoyed your resolution, did you baby?" I asked rhetorically as I wiped cum juice off my face with the back of my hand. Pushing myself up and back into the car seat, I grinned as I watched the radiant rapture etched on her face, knowing full well she couldn't respond. I couldn't help but smile as I looked down on my helpless, new best friend as she gasped for air. Obviously, she liked it. I knew I could do better, with more practice. After all, I'd only had three evenings and an afternooner with Marie in the barn loft this past Saturday.

I thought back to the words her daddy said about keeping it in the family when he saw her kneeling between my legs at the salon. It seems both of us are satisfying our daddy's needs as well. Small world. 'Daddy, I believe I've found a new, understanding friend.' I thought to myself as I watched her quiver and twitch from the electrical charges racing through her well-satisfied slit.

Phase III of Kitten's Intervention - Night Rounds with Dr. Bagatti

Returning to the hospital shortly before eight, the driver dropped us off at the glass-framed front door. The hospital had shifted to night mode; even so the staff parking lot was full. It took just as many staff members to run the night activities and sessions Dani informed me, as she kept checking her watch while we waited by the glass entry doors. By the way she was fidgeting, I could tell she wasn't relishing going inside and having to face Marie, again. Especially now, since our flight plans had obviously been canceled. Laraby, Marie's tall mountain-sized hospital guardian, covered the distance from the front desk like a deer being pursued by wolves to let us in.

"She's in residence, waiting for you, doctor," is all he said as his wrinkled bear-sized paws handed Dr. Bagatti a blue code card while motioning to the staff elevator with his other hand. Dani didn't ask, she knew Laraby wouldn't have an answer about what kind of mood Dr. Johnson was in when Marie gave him the blue card for Dani to use.

"Dani, what does 'in residence' mean?" I whispered as he walked back to the night desk.

"It means Dr. Johnson is staying in the penthouse suite, tonight; you too, I guess. It's on the ninth floor. There is only one blue card, as far as I have heard, and it is the elevator access pass to Dr. Johnson's residence, when she stays here."

The only sounds I could hear anywhere were those of the staccato echoes of Dani's high heels making contact with the marble floor. In the quietness of the elevator, she felt a need to fill in the silence, I guess, because she cleared her throat and commented on something that gave me some insight as to what staffers at the hospital thought of Marie.

"There's a morbid riddle among some of the younger staffers that goes, 'What goes up the elevator but never comes back down?' WicKed, the answer, of course, is someone with the blue pass card." She tried to pass it off as a joke with some nervous laughter. But I knew she was scared when she sucked in her lower lip and stood staring at it as though it were a Tarot card, capable of divining her future.

Her adrenaline levels were up. I detected her elevated breathing as the elevator rose - not the breathing during sex sounds, but the breathing from someone having fucked up. She was gripping onto the blue pass card as tightly as her hands had grasped the back of my head in the limo, and without an inkling of her future.