Dream On

The needle glided effortlessly over smooth caramel skin. Her thick thigh laid comfortably over the other; the bottom leg bent slightly. Soft legs turned into cute little feet. Manicured toes wiggled softly, nails painted a capri blue. A pink and blue floral sun dress was pulled up over wide hips, revealing powder blue laced underwear. Plump cleavage popped out of her black bra and dress. They rippled slightly as the tattoo gun continued it's work. Deft gloved hands drew and colored the skin. A quick swipe removed excess ink. Heavily tattooed arms moved with each stroke, the artwork colorful and bright with splotches of pinks, blues, purples, and greens. She marveled at those arms, strong, tight, and remarkably hairless. The artist wore a black sleeveless shirt, cut to resemble a tank top with wide cut underarms. A faded yellow batman logo was printed on the front. The artist wore tight blue jeans, revealing wide hips and a round ass. Grey boxes poked out of the back as she hunched

Settling into her car, Liz looked over to Elena in her own vehicle, blowing her a kiss before watching her drive off. Today was going to be a busy day. Liz had a meeting with the publisher about her book this morning and then would be off to the college to play a minor role in a film some students were making for a final project. She figured while she was in town, she'd pick up some rides with U-Ride to make a few extra bucks before heading home. Her nerves were shot over the pressure of it all. She decided to stop at the coffee shop and ordered two mocha frappes just the way she liked it: extra espresso and no whip cream; one for herself and one for her best friend. The slow drive up to the window gave her mind time to wander. She thought about the last few nights. Her dreams had been wild. She recalled one in particular that played in her dreams a few times over the last two years; three owls. They flew to her, resting on her arms and shoulder. She could recall it was all immense

A short while later, Elena's phone rang. She ran from the kitchen to the living room, listening to the tone to try to find where she left it. Tucked in between the cushions, she grabbed her phone up and answered. "Hey baby! Are you on your way home?" "I am! my last ride dropped off a few minutes down the street. Did you already eat dinner?" "Yeah, I did. Sorry," Elena apologized. "It's ok. I'll be home soon and I'll tell you all about my meeting. Love you!" "Love you too. See you soon." Elena quickly finished loading her dishes in the dishwasher and grabbed a drink before sitting back on the couch and flipping through videos on social media. Zeus' head perked up, and he trotted to the door, watching the door knob in anticipation. As the handle turned, his tail beat on the ground. "Hey Zeus!" Liz exclaimed, greating the large black dog in the foyer. She gave him a few pats on the head before pushing by to hang her keys on the peg. Slipping her shoes off, she asked,

Liz' breath was knocked out of her. She was confused and a little dazed but watched the scene unfold in slow motion. Her co-star brought her hands up in defense. The director and his second assistant looked shocked, slowly calling for security. Their assailant raised her hands, grabbing the unsuspecting co-star by the collar. Liz could tell by the toned arms and tattoos who it was. Kris. She appeared to move with super human speed. Snatching the unsuspecting woman up and pulling her close, snarling. "Don't touch my wife!" she yelled before throwing her to the side. "And you," directing her rage to Liz, "what do you think you are doing kissing someone else?" Liz was confused. What was Kris doing in her dream? She hadn't dreamed of her in over a year. "Wh-what?" Liz stammered. "I'm in the middle of filming a scene. What are you doin' here?" Liz looked to her discarded co-star, stumbling away in slow motion. Security entered the room. Stern looks etched on their faces. "Wait. Wi