Ada’s Tattoo Part 3

1:45 in the morning found Ada in the tub soaking and thinking. Her plan to secure Diana’s help in finding Mike had been a total fiasco. Other than succeeding in getting Diana into the room nothing had gone as planned. Ada had wanted to show Diana the satyr in action so she could try to explain why it was so important to find the man who had passed it to her. The satyr though had somehow become aware that Diana had a tattoo of her own. A totally unexpected sexual escapade ensued where Diana and then also Ada had been subject to the dynamic ministrations of his tireless prick. It seemed that the only one with a plan that worked was the satyr. He managed to have both of them and Ada could only assume that if Diana had stayed he would have found a way to have seconds with her. As it was, after Diana’s departure, Ada gave herself over completely to what was going to happen in any case. Having done that she had to admit she enjoyed it. Apparently she was becoming inured to the punishingly long sessions with the satyr. Perhaps the strangest thing, other than the very nature of the encounter, was undressing afterward instead of beforehand. She could have easily gone to sleep then but she knew she would wake up late and have a repeat of the day before. It would be wiser to try to get on top of the situation by mentally consolidating what she knew and could deduce form the last two days.

What she knew or could safely assume was this. Mike had wanted to rid himself of the satyr and had chosen her as his scapegoat. He may have been sexually exhausted, she had felt that way herself as soon as it had departed from her to have Diana, or he could have simply wanted to regain his normal self-control. Ada could understand that as well. She didn’t have a clue as to how long he may have hosted the satyr or indeed how much he himself knew about how it worked. His excuse of just wanting his nose art tattoo back wasn’t the whole story though, there was more to it than that. Ada wondered if normal sex after the intensity of sex with the satyr would seem mundane. She wondered if Mike would miss him and then it occurred to her that she had no idea what he felt in his body when the satyr was fucking his female tattoo, probably not what she felt, or was it! “Oh!” she said out load and having upset her reverie she ran more hot water into the tub.

Returning to her internal inquiry she considered the qualities of the satyr. He was what could only be described as a true aphrodisiac. It would be better, at least more convenient, if she as host was not just as affected as everyone else. She wondered how much she might be able to adjust to it over time and then she realized that she was thinking and dwelling on the thing and wasn’t particularly feeling any sexual craving. The very thought though woke something in her and she quickly pushed that aside to focus on her task. The two truly bizarre things about the satyr were that he caused her, Mike’s, and then also Diana’s normal tattoos to come to life and that they, or at least she and Diana, could feel everything the satyr did to their newly enlivened tattoos. It was one thing to say that the satyr was some kind of supernatural or alien being, it was quite another to grant that he had magical abilities. But what else was one to think. He was a creature with his own will though and whatever he was he had responded to Ada’s attempts to influence him. She was certain he had even looked right at her. As for his will, so far it would seem that it was bent entirely toward sex, something at which he was peerless in Ada’s experience.

Between the aphrodisiac and the quality of the sex itself, Ada continued to give herself to the satyr at almost every opportunity. She had never in her life had so much sex in so short a time. On top of that, she had not failed to have at least two orgasms at any one encounter. It reminded her of something she did once with two of her male college friends. The two men had been roommates and it was just the three of them there that night drinking and talking. She made out to be more wasted than she actually was and began to flirt outrageously with both of them. Before the night was over they had taken turns on her which was just what she was after to satisfy her curiosity. The most memorable part about it though was that it had been great sex. Two had definitely been better than one, she had cum with each of them and each of them had her twice. Unfortunately one could not continue to behave like that within a group dynamic so it remained an isolated experience. That was what being taken by the satyr reminded her of and that was the source of her continuing mixed feelings about being his current host. Great sex is after all great sex, no matter how you get it and this was her vacation wasn’t it. That thought made her begin to sense her growing desire again and again she pushed it aside. The water was cooling so she got out of the tub to dry herself.

Ada stood before the bath mirror where she had first seen the large dot tattoo, the one like Mike’s but a different color. She opened her towel to see herself naked. Interestingly she liked what she saw more than she had just those few days ago. She really did feel sexier than ever and if the cost of that was that she was literally ready for sex most of the time well she would just have to get used to that because she did not want to get rid of the satyr like Mike had. Not just yet at least. She now knew that she could pass it to another tattooed person, male or female, and she may well do that at the end of her little vacation adventure. In the meantime she still had more to learn. She had yet to have sex with someone who was not tattooed and she now believed that she could have anyone she wanted, male or female. Ada realized that her mind had made the shift to thinking only of sex and she was becoming quite aroused. Her nipples were tight and hard though it was warm in the room and what she wanted more than anything right then was to go to bed and start touching herself. She didn’t though, “No more than once a day.” She told her reflection. That made her grin at the ridiculousness of such an admonition and that reminded her of the satyr’s wicked grin. “Once a day.” She repeated and felt quite wicked herself.

Ada wanted a few hours of sleep after her bath so she set her phone to wake her at eight. When it did she felt less than well slept but that would pass with a few cups of coffee. She also felt like she had been having energetic sex recently which was quickly becoming her normal state. Instead of being satisfied though she wanted more. She even had sex filled dreams in the night. That made her wonder if she could wake in the night to find herself… she let the thought pass. Coffee and doughnuts were in the front office and so was the morning desk guy. She got the benefit of his full attention again but this time he had a sport coat and tie on, he was wearing aftershave as well.

“You look nice today.” She said, walking to the counter with her free breakfast as she had done the day before. She felt sexy, powerful and flirtatious. The man was old enough to be her father and she didn’t care. It crossed her mind that it was less than eight hours since the last time and she should get out of there but the thought slipped away.

“Thanks, I guess I was hoping to see you again.”

“Thank you, what a nice compliment,” she said,

“Something about you really lights the place up. Really…” he began but swallowed instead and then looked at her steadily.

“Are you married, got kids?” she asked, sipping coffee. He seemed much more susceptible than others had been. She wondered if it was just him or if something had changed.

“I had all of that and a nice house too. Then I got laid off and things got rough. Long story short, the wife and kids moved to a different state. Kids are grown now anyway. What I got is this job and an apartment.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, you seem like a nice man.”

“I haven’t been with a woman in two years, never been with a woman like you,” he volunteered.

“What kind of woman am I,” she asked, the tenner of her interest changing.

“Honey you got fuck me written all over you.”

At his words she literally felt herself get wet. There were two feet of countertop between them and the sexual tension in those two feet was suddenly humming. Ada had to get closer to him and leaned forward onto the desk with her elbows. He leaned forward as well. The least thing would tip them over the edge but it would have to come from her because he was frozen there. Ada recognized the sense of compulsion from the night she had met Mike. If only she could make others feel it while she was immune, but she wasn’t. ‘How had Mike managed?’ she asked herself.

“I know about that and there’s a story behind it but…” she muttered. Inwardly though she wanted to open her blouse. Her mind was like her emotions had been, divided. Her thoughts were hers, the compulsion was there as well but it didn’t originate from within her the same way her thoughts did. She didn’t know if she would show him the tattoo dot or her breasts. It didn’t matter though, either would propel her to bed with him in short order.