Leaving the store, Freya thought about the advice she'd been given. ‘Brompton Road,' she thought, ‘Well that's not too far out of my way.' Walking swiftly down the pavement she looked for the road sign for Trevor Square and finding it, she then tried to locate the shop. It seemed to be a residential street and she was about to give up when she saw the brass plaque indicating she had reached her destination. She opened the door to the tinkle of a little bell and entered. A flight of stairs led downwards into a hall lit by candlelight. "Is anyone there," she whispered. "Yow cum yah!" said a gravelly voice. "Pardon?" said Freya. "Oh, Ah's sorry missy," said the voice, "Hain't usual dat anyone dat don't know dis place come by." Freya peered into the gloom and, as her eyes adjusted, saw the beaming smile of a very old black woman. "May I look around?" asked Freya and the black woman gestured, "Help yourself."

Freya was amused at some of the items she saw; ‘Full strength mad dog love potion', ‘Superstud long last dong cream' on bottles containing various coloured contents and ‘Virgin's delight stretcher' attached to possibly the biggest dildo she had ever seen. "You need dat, Missy?" asked the old woman and Freya shook her head. As she browsed around the items, she saw a display cabinet advertising, ‘Fake Tattoos - long lasting and guaranteed results!' Interested, she looked at the different items available and she was struck by the simplicity of one of them. Taking a packet to the counter, the old woman looked at her in surprise. "You sure about dat ting missy?" Freya nodded and said, "Yes, of course! I love the simple design; a black ‘ace of spades' symbol with that white letter ‘Q', superimposed on the top. It looks classy! Guess it means that I will be the queen!" "Ayyuh, missy, I guess you'se right about dat ting," said the old lady, a look of amusement on her face. "That'll be five pounds for dat pack. Just a word missy; only use one at a time. Dey's got mighty strong power!"

Freya got her purse out of her handbag and handed over a ten pound note. While she was waiting for her change, she'd been noticing a strange buzzing noise coming from a curtained off area of the shop. "Excuse me," said Freya, "I hope I'm not being rude, but I think you may have a problem with something in your staff area." The old woman handed over Freya's change and the little packet. "You come along a me, missy," she said. Freya followed the woman down to the curtain which she pulled aside. Looking like a strange beauty parlour, Freya took in the tiled walls, the smell of antiseptic and the shine of mirrors and stainless steel. Directly in front of her was a couch, similar to that she'd seen in an expensive dental surgery. A young black woman had her back to Freya, shielding the person on the couch, and was holding some sort of strange implement in her hand. Freya gasped as she realised that the figure on the couch was a statuesque blonde woman nude to the waist.

"Hello my lovely!" purred the young woman, "Come to have a tatt done have you? Or is it a piercing? You look like you might have the nips for it!" She chuckled, taking in Freya's shocked look. "Hah, another vanilla white girl! Never seen a tattoo done I bet!" Freya nodded her head in agreement, "You're right," she said, "If your customer doesn't mind, can I watch for a minute or two?" The blonde on the couch grinned, "Enjoy yourself babe; I guarantee you'll want one before too long! Come on Violet, get on with it" The buzzing noise started up again and Freya watched as the young black girl cupped a breast in her hand and started writing ‘Property of....' "Er, doesn't it hurt," Freya asked. "If you stuck your hand down my knickers you'd feel how wet I am!" replied the blonde, "As Vi could tell you from experience!" She laughed as Freya reddened. "Well, thanks for letting me watch, but I, er, have to, you know, get on..." Freya could hardly get the words out. "No worries love!" smirked Violet, "I'll see you soon!"

Freya hurried from the shop, her heart pounding and to her embarrassment, her pussy was flooding. ‘Why had that turned her on so?' she thought. Returning to her car, she drove home, a whirlwind of thoughts spinning around in her head. Arriving home, she noted the time. It was nearly six o'clock already and that lady from Harvey Nicks would be turning up at seven. She dashed upstairs and turned on the taps to fill a bath as she stripped off. She almost had to peel her panties off; her pussy was flooding so much. "Well I think I'll give you a trim," she looked down at her hirsute bush, "You'll be a bit too hairy if I'm going out minus knickers!" She stepped into the warm waters of her bath, the scented water relaxing her. She was still really pissed at James, but it was going to be his loss! She washed her hair and applied conditioner, and, while she waited, she got her razor ready. Using some shaving foam, she lathered her pussy mound, intending to shave the sides, leaving some hair.

The phone rang just as she was making the last sweep and she jumped, the razor being dragged right across the centre of her pussy, removing a swathe of the hair she had intended to leave. "Bugger!" she exclaimed; "Now it's all going to have to come off." She applied a bit more foam, and, with very few strokes, removed the remnants of her pubic hair. She trickled some water over the area to wash away any remaining hairs and shivered at the increased sensitivity it gave her. Running a fingertip across her mound, she felt how smooth the area was and, for a moment, considered bringing herself to a climax before noticing the time. Quickly rinsing out the conditioner, she climbed out of the bath and wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel. She patted herself dry and used a little talc in places, before heading to her bedroom to dry her hair. Fifteen minutes later, her hair dry, she checked the answerphone. It was a message from James saying he call her from Tokyo. Asshole!

Sitting in front of her dressing table, she started applying her make-up, foundation first, followed by bronzer then blush. Next she shaped her brows then applied her eye shadow. Freya normally chose a ‘safe' colour for her eyes. Nothing too dramatic or James would come up with a sarcastic comment; ‘On the game are we?!' Well, to hell with him, she was going to go with something a bit more outrageous tonight! Getting one of her Chanel smoky palettes she'd never used, she brushed the dark powder on to her eyelids, giving her a sultry, almost slutty look. Dark eyeliner then black mascara completed her eyes, and then she paused; should she go with a pale lipstick? No! In for a penny, in for a pound! She found her much-loved ‘MAC's Ruby Woo' red lipstick and applied it to her full lips, matching her scarlet nails. There - all done! The woman looking back at her in the mirror was more siren than housewife, the eyes looked more confident, the mouth a flaming invitation to kiss.

She had ten minutes before Margot was due to help her get dressed. Freya opened her handbag and took out the little packet she's bought earlier. The temporary tattoos were in a range of sizes and the instructions seemed quite simple. She chose one that was about an inch and a half (5 cm) in each direction and submerged it in warm water in the sink in her en suite bathroom. Carefully extracting the sheet from the water, she slid the transfer onto leg, just above her ankle. "Ooh, that tingles!" she squeaked to herself, wondering if something had been defective with the tattoo. She then felt a warm sensation in her breasts and her pussy. Hmm; strange! What had that old woman said? Only use one at a time? She was damned if she'd take notice! Getting a slightly larger one out, she slipped it into the warm water. Remembering where her corset had sat in the shop, she took the next transfer and slid it onto the upper curve of her breast, where it would be clearly visible.

As with the previous transfer, this one tingled and stung; slightly more than the last probably due to its larger size. Freya was just thinking about taking it off when the hot sensation hit her harder this time. Her nipples hardened and she could feel her pussy lips swelling. Looking in the full length mirror, she admired her artwork, but felt that there was something missing. Looking at her pussy, she realised that she normally had hair down there. Perhaps another tattoo would make her feel a little less vulnerable. Getting out the largest of the selection, roughly the size of a post-it note, she prepared the transfer. As she slid it into place and patted it down, there was almost the feel of an electric shock as the tingling hit her. She fell back onto the bed, drawing her legs up to her chest as her pussy seemed to spasm and her breasts felt like they were on fire. Her eyes closed momentarily and then snapped open as the doorbell rang. She quickly dusted the three temporary tattoos with a little talcum to seal them, then, throwing on a robe dashed down stairs.