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Betty Gets Tagged part 2

Betty was thoroughly impressed with the image she saw in the mirror. She was wearing her favorite clubbing mini dress. It was a zipper front dress with black leather front and back connected by sheer material on the sides that showed off that she was wearing neither a bra nor panties. The skintight dress, coupled with the black four-inch lace up sandals, accentuated her toned legs and ass. She was wearing her shoulder length blonde hair down. It framed her face drawing attention to her bright blue eyes. The deep red lipstick, with matching nail polish on both her fingers and toes, completed the look. Betty exuded sex.

Looking herself over in the mirror one last time, Betty exited the women's bathroom of the dance club. The energy in the club was high as Betty started looking for her target tonight. She wasn't sure yet if she was going for a guy or a girl. She just knew that she was going to get fucked. It had been a very frustrating week since her ‘surgery' a little over a week ago and Betty was looking forward to a big release.

The DJ was earning his keep tonight. Betty joined the gyrating mass on the dance floor. Over the next twenty minutes, she danced with several potentials. While some were memorable, the muscular guy with the strange tattoo on his forearm had magical hands and the hot Asian girl in the red sequent dress that insisted Betty verify she wasn't wearing panties either, none managed to keep her attention for long. She was just about to take a break and head up to the bar for a drink when she turned and saw her.

She was bouncing to the music and staring directly at Betty. Once she realized she had Betty's attention, she raised her hands over her head and swayed rhythmically while turning in a slow circle making sure that Betty could see every curve. The woman's dress was unusual. It had a red three-inch wide belt with two-inch alternating red and white vertical stripes on the skirt. The top was white with vertical two-inch wide red stripes that ran from the belt, up across her breasts, over her shoulders, and down her back to the belt. The top had long sleeves with red stripes running from her shoulders to her wrists. While the dress was a bit odd, Betty didn't care as it was skin tight and very sheer, showing off she woman's amazing body. Betty could clearly see the woman's nipple rings. Betty could also tell her pussy was shaved and she thought she saw a glint of metal between the woman's legs. Betty was looking forward to exploring this woman's piercings.

Both Betty and the woman mentally undressed each other as Betty closed the distance between them. The woman wasted no time. She pressed her body up against Betty's. She was about an inch taller than Betty and about her same age. Both women had the same length blonde hair. The woman looked familiar to Betty. Maybe she was the hot chick that just started in Accounting at her company last month. Betty remember the accountant having red hair, not blonde, though.

Betty stopped trying to figure out where she knew the woman from when she started rubbing Betty's thighs, then slid her hands up Betty's sides. She slid her hands back down and then grabbed Betty's ass, pulling her in tight. The two continued on like this, legs rubbing and hands groping, for some time. In a bold move, the woman slid her hands up Betty's sides and pushed Betty's arms over her head. She then spun Betty around, spooning her from behind, and slid a hand up Betty's thigh and under her skirt cupping Betty's pussy. Luckily, Betty's moan was inaudible over the pounding music.

The woman removed her hand from Betty's pussy only to reach up and zip the front of Betty's dress down to below her breasts. She then reached around inside the dress and began rubbing Betty's right nipple with her left hand. The woman whispered in to Betty's ear, "Wanna go somewhere a bit more...private?"

Betty could not form words. She just nodded yes. The woman took her hand and began heading for the back of the club. As soon as they got free of the crowd, Betty could see the woman was leading her towards a hallway. Betty did not remember there being a hallway in the back of this club. The hallway was dimly lit and had two doors on either side. This seemed familiar to Betty. Her walking down a hallway, holding another woman's hand, and entering the second door on the right.

The room was pitch black. Betty only continued walking because the woman still had hold of her hand and was pulling her along. Betty started to feel nervous. The woman suddenly stopped, spun around, and passionately kissed Betty. She let go of Betty's hand and began rubbing her hands all over Betty's body picking up where she had left off on the dance floor. The woman zipped the front of Betty's dress all the way down. She then began licking and sucking Betty's nipples. Without stopping the attention to Betty's breasts, the woman again cupped Betty's pussy. This time though, she slipped a finger between Betty's labia and began rubbing her clit. All Betty's worries and thoughts not related to this moment left her mind.

Betty rolled her shoulders and allowed her dress to fall to the floor. The woman stopped her actions elsewhere and slid her hands up Betty's sides. She continued up, lifting Betty's hands above her head. She then stepped between Betty's legs and pressed her body firmly against Betty's. Knocked a little off balance, Betty took a step back and collided with a padded surface. The woman pressed in, kissing her deeply and holding Betty's arms above her head. Betty was so focused on the feel of the woman's lips on hers and the feel of the woman's dress rubbing against her breasts, stomach, and pussy, that she didn't feel the woman secure her hands the to the padded surface until it was done.

Betty worried slightly. However, the woman slid down Betty's body kissing and licking the whole way until she was between Betty's legs. She then thrust two fingers deep in to Betty's pussy and began licking her clit. This woman had a very talented tongue. Betty spread her legs wider to give the woman as much access as possible. She felt the woman wrap a strap around her right thigh and then another around her left. Betty had done bondage before and liked it. If that's what this woman was in to, Betty would ride it for all the orgasms she could.

Just as Betty was nearing orgasm, the woman stopped licking and withdrew her hands. Betty, let out a cry of frustration. Ignoring Betty's pleas, the woman proceeded to secure straps across her hips, stomach, and just below her breasts. Betty thought to herself that this was a little excessive. But, she let the thought go as the woman began kissing her deeply on the lips again. The woman soon began working down Betty's body, licking and sucking on her nipples, before ending up between Betty's legs again. She sunk two fingers in Betty's pussy but withdrew them and stuck her tongue deep in Betty's pussy. Betty felt a finger, slick with her juices, slip between her ass cheeks and into her ass. As her orgasm built, Betty reconsidered her previous opposition to anal play.

Again, just as Betty was nearing orgasm, the woman withdrew. Betty's cries of desperation were ignored as she felt her self lifted in to the air and folded into a seating position. The woman added straps around her shins and feet to the ones on her thighs. Betty then was tipped backwards to about 45 degrees. Her legs were spread wide.

The woman didn't bother with kissing or Betty's breasts this time. She went straight for Betty's pussy. She again lubricated a finger with Betty's pussy juices and shoved it up her ass. She placed a thumb from her other hand on Betty's clit and rubbed hard before sinking her tongue in her pussy. Betty was building quickly to orgasm.

Betty's screams were animalistic when the woman again withdrew leaving Betty right on the edge of her orgasm. This time, in addition to the woman stopping, bright lights turned on blinding Betty. When Betty's eyes adjusted, she could see she was in front of a large mirror. She saw herself reflected in the mirror strapped in to a gynecological chair.

As she turned to the woman to ask her what was going on, Betty saw the metallic glint between woman's legs. It was a steel tag... attached to a large ring... going through both of her labia. Betty's mind put all the details together. This woman was the nurse from her tagging. She was in the tagging theater. In front of the nurse, she saw a tray with a scalpel on it. Betty began to scream in terror.

Betty awoke covered in sweat and still screaming. She wasn't bound. She was sitting up on a bed, her heart pounding. The bright mid-morning sun was streaming in through a window without any curtains. It took a moment for her mind to catch up. She was in her apartment. She looked down to see a brass bell dangling from each nipple and the large steel tag hanging on the large ring that was threaded through both of her labia. Her tagging had been last night. Betty lay back on her bed relieved that it had only been a dream.

The dream had seemed so real. Despite the terrible ending, Betty realized she was really turned on by it. As she mentally replayed the dancing in the club, her hand slid up to her breast. Her nipples were still sore from the piercing. However, the combination of pain and pleasure only turned her on more. Betty remembered the woman's fingers in her pussy and mouth on her clit. As she had done countless times before, Betty slid her hand between her legs to rub on her swollen clit. However, all she felt was the rough scab where her clit and hood had been removed and the open wound cauterized. Betty tried slipping two fingers in to her wet pussy. Unfortunately, she had never been able to get off by penetration alone. She needed to have her clit rubbed or, preferably, licked. Betty slipped in a third finger hoping the extra stimulation would push her over the edge.

Still not getting the release she needed, Betty rolled over and opened her nightstand drawer. She pulled out her vibrator. She spun the dial to maximum. But, nothing happened. Betty remembered that she had drained the batteries a few weeks back. The next day, she had received the notice. Since then, she had not thought of sex.

Frustrated after being on the edge of an orgasm for several minutes without release, Betty flopped back on her bed letting out a whimper. She would have to figure out a way to get off. She could not handle three weeks of this.

Finally giving up, Betty decided to take a cold shower. When she sat up and slid to the edge of her bed, she looked out her window. Through the window of the building across the street, she saw a man. Looking at her. Filming her on his phone. How long had he been doing that? Did he video her masturbating? Then Betty remembered yesterday's events. Thousands of people watched her have sex and actually have an orgasm, her last orgasm ever, live on the internet. "So what if this guy posts a distant video shot through two windows", she thought. By now, the up-close and very personal video of her from yesterday, shot in HD from multiple angles and with studio lighting, had probably been pirated and made available on dozens of porn sites. Betty slid out of bed and walked in to the bathroom.

The shower reduced her arousal, but was not a therapeutic as Betty had hoped. And trying to dry off with hand-towels proved more troubling than she expected. It ended up taking five. Plus, she hated not being able to wrap her long hair. She could feel water dripping down her back while she stood staring in to her empty fridge. Betty's stomach reminded her in the middle of her shower, that the last meal she had eaten was breakfast yesterday. A couple of her girlfriends from work had taken her out for lunch. However, she'd been too nervous to eat anything.

She had also been distracted in the days leading up to her tagging and failed to go grocery shopping. Now, her cupboards were bare except for an almost empty jar of peanut butter and a half a sleeve of stale Ritz crackers. Normally, in a situation like this she would just go to the bagel shop on the corner. Betty checked the clock. It was 9 AM. They'd still be dealing with the morning rush. Betty wasn't yet ready to deal with people in her exposed state or to talk about what happened to her yesterday. She decided to catch up on her texts and Instagram while enjoying her meal of peanut butter and crackers.

As Betty retrieved her phone from her purse, he saw the pills and cream the nurse had given her after her tagging. She pulled these out. She also pulled out the orange processing notice and set it on the counter. The instructions on the pills said to take twice a day with food. She wasn't sure the peanut butter and crackers qualified. But she downed one anyway. The cream was to be applied every 2 hours for the first 3 days. Betty squirted a dollop on her finger and rubbed it in to the scar where her clit and hood should be. After a minute, the area where she applied the cream began to tingle. The tingling lasted while she washed her hands and for a few minutes after she plopped down on her sofa with her breakfast and phone.

Betty had over one hundred new texts since she left to go to the tagging center yesterday. Most of the numbers were not in her address book. She read several of her friends and coworkers texts first. Most offered sympathy for her pain. Some were outraged at the system. They asked if there was anything they could do for her. She replied to these with a canned, "Thanks for your concern. I'll let you know if I need anything." A few, all from men, said that at least she had a body worth looking at naked. Not able to come up with a witty reply, Betty just ignored these. As Betty read the messages from numbers she did not know, many were from friends of friends that had been given her number. These also fell in to the sympathy category. She responded with her canned response.

There were a number of texts that were definitely not friends. Comments ranged from vulgar, offering to fuck her better than that nurse could, to rude, saying that her sinful lesbian ways would earn her a place in Hell, to grotesque, wishing they would have just finished the job and processed her immediately. Betty blocked these numbers and deleted the messages.

Betty was almost afraid to open her Instagram app after readying the texts. But, she figured she would only see messages from people she followed. As expected, there were dozens of screen caps and several video segments of her strapped in to the chair. The two most popular were the instant the nurse brought her to orgasm and the instant the tagger sliced off her clit. Betty was enthralled by the look of pure ecstasy contrasted with the look of excruciating pain. One of her coworkers posted an extreme close-up of Betty's pussy missing its clit and labia. Betty had seen pictures like this before. This was different, though. This was her pussy.

Tiring of looking at herself and reading about herself and realizing that it was now after 10, Betty decided that is was time to go to the grocery store. If she timed it right, she could be back at her apartment before people started going out to lunch. While she got ready, she made a mental list of things to buy. Of course, first on the list was batteries.

Betty chuckled to herself as she applied some make-up. "Why bother?" she thought. "No one will be looking at my face." If men talked her tits while she was wearing clothes, she had no chance of getting eye contact now. Betty pulled her hair in to ponytail and headed for the kitchen.

Betty tossed her phone in her purse and made sure she had her wallet. She grabbed two reusable cloth grocery bags and stepped out her door. She was happy to see that none of her neighbors was out. She locked her door and walked quickly down the stairs and out to the street. Even though she had put on one of her good pairs of sandals, she still clopped when she walked. That coupled with the clanking of the bells on her nipples and the tag dangling from her labia, she still sounded like a cow.

Betty walked quickly to the end of her block without looking up from the sidewalk. She heard cars driving past and voices from the other side of the road. However, she convinced herself that no one saw her. Her delusion was ruined when the light turned red and she began to cross. She avoided looking when the driver of the car nearest her honked his horn. Although, out of the corner of her eye she could see that he had his phone out pointing at her. Betty just kept walking. Luckily she made it the remaining block and a half to the grocery store without passing anyone on her side of the street.

Betty selected a small cart as she entered the grocery. Betty liked this store. It was a small mom-and-pop place. While it lacked the selection of the large national chains, it had character. She knew the owner and most of the staff by name. She liked to believe that they deserved her money more because they weren't some huge faceless corporation. The biggest advantage it had right now, though, was that not many people shopped here. Betty wondered sometimes how the store stayed in business.

Betty was on her second aisle without coming face to face with anyone. She had seen an older man walk past the aisle she was on and heard an "oh, my" behind her when she had turned down her current aisle. But so far, no direct contact. Betty hoped her luck would hold out. She selected a few items from the shelves and placed them in her cart. Then turned the corner and headed up the third aisle.

Betty looked up and saw that at the end of the aisle was the meat counter. Jim, the butcher, was there, as always. He was talking to an elderly woman. Before receiving her notice, Jim had often joked with Betty that he would like to see her pussy and tits displayed in his case. He said he might even buy them himself. Although he doubted his wife would be happy with him. She was perfectly happy with him handling and selling those parts at work. But, bringing them into their home was going too far.

For several days after receiving her notice, Betty avoided this section of the store completely. When she did return, Jim directed her towards the seafood, saying it was healthier anyway.

As Betty continued walking up aisle three, she was conflicted. Part of her didn't want to see what was to become of her. However, avoiding it would not change the fact that she would be processed and end up in a butcher's display case or in the kitchen of some restaurant. Betty decided to make the most of her situation.

Jim had been watching Betty as she walked the last half of the aisle. The elderly woman that he had been talking to finally realized that he was not paying attention to her. She turned to see what had Jim's attention. Betty ignored the gasp and startled look on the woman's face as she approached. With a broad grin, Betty said, "Hey, Jim! You know a good recipe for rump roast." With that, she turned slightly, stuck out her ass, and poked her right cheek. "I want to post it on my Instagram to make sure whoever gets mine enjoys it immensely."

Jim flushed but quickly recovered. In his jovial booming voice Jim stated, "Well, I prefer to slow cook my roasts. First, you rub them just right. A little oil and spices. Add some broth, onions, and carrots. Then you cook at a low heat for about 8 hours. They come out so tender and juicy."

While saying this, Jim scanned Betty from head to toe several times, stopping to pay particular attention to her breasts and ass. The woman that had been talking to Jim was scarlet from embarrassment and just walked away.

Jim continued on, "It really is a shame that they remove the clits. That is the best part. At least, it is before processing." Jim's smile softened with his voice when he asked, "So, how are you doing?"

Betty responded, "I'm sore. But, not as much as I had expected. Now, don't get me wrong. It hurt like hell when they did it. But, I think having my tonsils out hurt more the next day." Betty was surprised to realize that it was true.

She continued on, "Did you watch it?"

"No.", Jim responded. "I worked in one of the processing plants right after the laws changed. It was a good job when we were processing cows. But..." Jim trailed off with a distant look. After a pause he continued, "Here, it's mostly sales and cooking tips. By the time I do any cutting, you can't tell who it used to be."

Betty could tell there was a story there. But she didn't press. "Well, thanks for the tips. I'll be sure give you credit when I post." Betty changed the subject, "Can I get a fillet of tilapia and one of those crab cakes? I feel like splurging tonight."

Betty collected her seafood and continued her shopping. Once she was satisfied that she had enough food to last her a couple days, Betty headed for the check out. Wanda, the owner's wife was the cashier. She was just finishing with the elderly woman that Betty saw talking to Jim earlier. The woman looked back, saw Betty, and became flustered. She followed the bagboy out, refusing to look back.

Wanda was the friendliest person Betty had ever met. As Betty was unloading her cart on to the conveyor, Wanda called out to the office, "Bill. Come out here. It's Betty!" Wanda and William Frieman looked out for Betty as if she were their granddaughter. Wanda was always suggesting healthier alternatives to the food Betty purchased or disapproving when Betty bought alcohol. Bill loved giving Betty career or money advice.

Wanda began asking questions, hardly waiting for Betty's answer. So, yesterday was your tagging? How bad was it? What's with the bells? Do you have to be naked the whole time? Are you still in pain? Do you need something from the Pharmacy? When is your processing? Have you talked to your mother?

Bill showed up in the middle of Wanda's 20-questions routine. He listed patiently and bagged the items that trickled through at about one per question and answer. When Wanda stopped to take a breath, Bill asked one question in his slow, soft speech, "Can we do anything for you?"

After the barrage of questions from Wanda, the single question from Bill was a relief. Betty answered sincerely, "No, I think I can handle it. But thank you for the offer."

At this point, Jason, the bagboy, returned from helping the previous customer out to her car. Betty remembered that Jason had turned eighteen about two months ago. She could tell that she was probably the first girl he had ever seen naked in person. He was trying so hard not to look down at her body or at least to not be caught looking her over. After amusing herself watching him squirm, she caught his eye and said, "You might as well look. I'm going to be naked in front of everyone the next three weeks. And no one else will be bashful about looking at a naked woman."

Jason did not need to be told twice. He alternated between staring at Betty's tits and pussy. Feeling especially bold, Betty held her hands out and turned about in a slow circle. When she again faced forward, Betty could see Jason's raging hard-on. Which reminder her. "I need batteries." Betty blurted out. Wanda had a smirk on her face watching Betty walk back with the batteries. She obviously knew what they were for and what had made Betty think of them.

Wanda scanned the batteries and handed them to her husband to bag. Betty pulled her wallet out of her purse and began hunting for her debit card to pay.

"This one's on us," Bill stated.

Betty was touched by the gesture, but she replied, "That doesn't make any sense. I won't have any use for money after..." Betty's voice trailed off. For the first time she thought about what would happen after her processing day. She'd have to give someone access to her accounts and her apartment to get her belongings.

Bill reluctantly interrupted her reflection, "Looks like you actually have been listening to my advice. OK then. But at least let me have Jason carry your groceries to your apartment." Then in a much more jovial tone, "And don't you dare tip him. Getting to stare at you naked these past few minutes is reward enough!"

Betty snapped out of her morbid mood. She grinned at Bill. Then at a very red Jason. "Fair enough," she said then handed her card to Wanda.

During the walk to her apartment, Jason never relaxed enough to carry on a conversation. Betty kept asking leading questions. But only got one or two word answers. After Jason set the bags on the counter in her kitchen, Betty held out a ten and advised, "Don't tell Bill or Wanda."

Jason took the bill and turned to leave. He stopped as he approached the door. Talking to the floor in an almost inaudible voice, he asked, "Could I see what they did to you?"

Betty thought for a second. Unable to come up with a good reason to say no, she hopped up on her counter and motioned him over. As Jason approached, she laid back on to her elbows and spread her legs. He stared intently at her pussy and the ring through it. When he scanned up her body to her tits, Betty leaned up on one elbow and playfully, shook one of the bells attached to her nipples. She was suddenly turned on again. She heard herself saying, "You can touch them if you want."

Betty could see the fear in his eyes as he looked up at her. She took his hand and drew it to the ring through her left nipple. He lifted the ring slightly. Then shook the bell as she had. Betty returned to leaning on both elbows as Jason began inspecting her nipple. It stiffened at his touch. Emboldened, Jason brought up his other hand to begin fondling both breast at the same time. He rubbed his thumb over her erect nipples and gently tugged on the rings.

Betty was enjoying the sensation but he was being too gentle. She instructed, "Harder. I'm not a china doll."

Looking in to her eyes for reassurance, Jason grasped her breasts firmly. When Betty nodded approval, he tightened his grip more and pressed her nipples. He tugged on one of the bells and Betty gasped. Since she did not appear mad, Jason pinched the other nipple and pulled. Betty let out a soft moan. She then laid all the way down on her back and drew her feet up in to a butterfly giving Jason full access to her pussy.

Without being told, Jason understood the invitation. He might be inexperienced, but he was no dummy. Jason reluctantly left Betty's breasts; gliding his hands down her stomach and began rubbing her thighs. He slowly massaged closer and closer to her pussy. Finally, he began making circles with a finger on her outer labia. He picked up the tag, but did not pull. He ran two fingers along the scar where there hood had been. It was more pleasurable than painful to Betty. Setting down the tag, Jason spread her labia. He pulled each labia up one at a time.

Betty felt like a specimen being examined during Biology class. She also realized he was being gentle again. She lifted her head up and in a raspy whisper commanded, "Harder."

Jason obeyed orders and pinched each of her labia as hard as he could while pulling up and out as far as the ring would allow. Betty could feel herself getting wetter. She felt him release her then slip a finger in to her pussy. He slid it in and out a couple of times. Betty needed more stimulation. She called out, "Use more."

Betty felt a second finger slide in. A few thrusts later, a third entered. Not knowing what to do with his other hand he was petting Betty's stomach. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast. She helped him squeeze before raising her hands above her head.

Betty was really enjoying the stimulation. However, she wasn't getting closer to an orgasm. She need more. She looked up in to Jason's eyes and said, "Use your tongue."

Jason bent over to lick her nipple. Betty stopped him mid-lick shaking her head and saying, "Down there."

Betty set her legs over his shoulders as Jason moved in. At first, he licked on the outside of her labia. Just as she was about to instruct him some more, he sunk his tongue deep in to her pussy. The stubble on his face was prickly against the insides of her pussy. Her arousal had risen to a whole new level. She felt so close to her orgasm. But it would not come.

"Fuck me!" Betty commanded. Jason withdrew, his face glistening with her juices, and stood up. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket. Then pulled out a condom.

Betty chuckled saying, "Don't bother. I'm clean. And nothing you might have would do much to me in three weeks."

He dropped the condom and wallet. As he was pulling down his pants Jason responded, "I guess it won't matter if I get you pregnant either."

Jason crawled up on to the counter and on top of Betty. After a couple misaimed attempts, Betty reached down, pulled her tag up, and guided his cock in to her waiting pussy. The thought went through Betty's mind that the ring wasn't as much a chastity belt as the tagger had led her to believe. Jason was not the largest she'd been with, but he was large enough. He started slowly. It only took him a minute to find his rhythm. Soon he was thrusting faster and harder. Betty wrapped her legs around him pulling him deeper in to her with each thrust. The whole world went away. All Betty thought about was the cock ramming in to her pussy. Betty was so close. But, she could not get over the edge.

She heard Jason's moaning grunt a moment before she felt the warmth of his cum fill her pussy. Jason thrust a few more times. Each with a lessening grunt. Then he stopped and withdrew.

Jason was saying something about needing to get back to work while he climbed off her and back to the floor. He babbling about how pretty she was and how he really enjoyed himself as he pulled his pants back up, grabbed his wallet and condom, and headed for the door. Betty smiled and said that she really enjoyed it too.

Once the door closed, Betty rolled off the counter. She grabbed the batteries out of the grocery bag and ran to her bedroom ripping the package open as she went. Betty could feel the sperm running down her leg as she swapped the batteries in her vibrator. She flopped back on her bed and pressed the vibrator in to the spot where her clit should be.

It only took a moment to return herself to where she had been with Jason. Still not getting her release, she pressed harder and harder. When it began to hurt, she tried another tactic. She shoved the vibrator in to her pussy and tried rubbing her clit scar.

After five minutes of trying, Betty screamed in frustration, threw herself into her pillow, and began crying. She could feel the vibrator continuing to buzz in her pussy. It was not having any effect. Betty finished sobbing, removed the vibrator from her pussy and turned it off. She let it slip from her hand to land on the floor.

Betty eventually got up and put away the groceries. She cleaned the counter and herself from her tryst with Jason. She spent the rest of the day watching TV and flipping through social media. She tried to put a positive spin on things. Posting pics of herself smiling, close-ups of her breasts with the bells, even a shot of her pussy, ring, and tag.

That night as Betty tried to go to sleep, she thought about tomorrow. She had to return to work. Naked. She doubted she would actually get any real work done.