Free Our Kingdom of Dust by Leonard Kinsey

tits.
    I ran the paper towel across her neck and the tops of her shoulders and nearly shit a brick as her skin completely changed color, from tan to all sorts of bright reds and blues. Tattoos! I wiped more, completely forgetting about her tits (well, not completely) as the tattoos revealed themselves. It was amazing. Once I was done, and before she buttoned herself back up, I got a full view: on her left shoulder was Figment in his astronaut outfit, on her neck were the skull and crossbones from Pirates of the Caribbean, and on her right shoulder were the three hitchhiking ghosts from The Haunted Mansion.
    She buttoned up her shirt, took the paper towels and makeup remover from me, and started working on her hands. As the makeup slowly disappeared, I saw that each knuckle had one of the old EPCOT Center pavilion icons painted on it, with the main park logo split between the tops of her two hands.
    “Omigodnofuckinway!” I shouted
    She smiled and put her hands next to each other, showing me how it all fit together.
    “And the pavilions are all in geographic order and divided properly between Future World East and West!” I squealed like a total nerd. I couldn’t help myself. It was easily one of the coolest things I’d seen.
    “Yeah, they are!” she said. “Nobody ever notices that!”
    She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed, and popped another woody. She looked down at my crotch and smirked.
    “You’re a nice guy, Blaine. Odd, and a bit sexually frustrated, but nice.”
    “Uh, thanks? Wait, what? I’m not sexually frustrated!” I paused and thought of the past two nights in the Jacuzzi with Tracey from the Resort Channel. “Oh, wait, yeah. Yeah, I am. Never mind.” I sighed. “Can we change the subject?”
    “Sure,” she said, picking up her champagne. Her EPCOT Center tattooed fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass. Goddamn that was sexy.
    “So I guess nobody at work knows you have those?” I asked.
    “A few people. Not my managers, though. They wouldn’t have hired me if they knew I had them. It’s against ‘The Disney Look’, which is a real book filled with all sorts of restrictions on Cast Members’ appearance, like how long your hair can be, and how many rings you can wear on each hand, and how you should pluck your eyebrows, and just tons of crazy shit like that. Tattoos are right at the top of the ‘hell no’ list, along with piercings. If a Guest ever saw any of them I’d get fired immediately. So I spend a shitload on this Dermablend crap. But it works really well.”
    “It doesn’t rub off on your costume?”
    “No, there’s a setting powder that keeps that from happening. It’s all very involved and expensive, and it took me a while to get it perfect. But I think it’s worth it. The hands are the most difficult, so I considered getting the knuckle tattoos removed. But I really like them, so I figure I’ll just keep pulling one over on The Mouse.”
    “Yeah, the knuckle ones are awesome.”
    “Thanks. It’s fun to show them off to an appreciative audience.” She smiled at me, and refilled her glass. “So how do you know Jay?”
    “He picked me up at the airport a few days ago. Literally. Like, I was all drunk and he picked me up and I puked on his shoes, and….” This was not a good story to be telling a hot girl.
    “And? And, what? And then you had buttsex?”
    “What? No, we didn’t have buttsex! What the fuck?”
    She doubled over laughing. It was a lovely, musical laugh, even if it was at my expense. I wanted to hear that laugh a lot more.
    “So what about you two?” I asked, honestly curious. “How did you meet?”
    “Well, it’s hard not to notice Jay. He’d been coming to the parks daily since way before I started working there, and everybody knew him and knew he was cool. So I wasn’t like creeped out or anything when I started noticing him standing around during my princess meet-and-greets. My handler was good friends with