The class hurriedly went to work. Some pulled out graphites to do rough sketches while others that are more traditional simply started mixing paints to match the colors they would need. Ms. Browning's pose, in conjunction with your wishes, was pushing their almost obsessive need to capture this on canvas. You, on the other hand simply sat down on your stole and leaned over to hit the start switch to your tattoo pin. It's mechanically whirling sound started up Bethany walked in front of you and turned around. She then bent over and grabbed her ankles.
You started off in black so there would be no need to pick a color. However, you did pause for a second and noticed that the media that you chose to work with needed a slight bit of adjusting. Bethany needed a little more romp for such a pic, so you had to have it plump up. It swelled first to J-lo size then to Kardashian proportions. "Ah, that's much better," you said as you raised your thumb up to scale Ms. Browning. Once ready you made you're first in line. Upon the first prick hitting Bethany she winced and let out a sharp cry of pain.
"Oh we can't have any of that now can we."
You willed the tattoo pin to no longer have the ability to hurt Bethany. Then you got a better idea as you reached up and gave her rear a nice hard smack. Instantly your hand mark showed red on her creamy skin. But just as fast it went away and she let out a small gleeful yep.
"That's better. Now do try to hold still and if possible keep it down, we don't want to distract any of the other artists."
You said that to her, but knew she wouldn't be able to stay quiet. So you made it so that no one will mind her no matter how loud she got. With that done, you went to transcribing the perfect image of Ms Browning's posed form on the perfect apple bottom in front of you. You looked at the clock on the wall and annouced the last minute.
Upon completion.... |