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   Slut Class Ch.  05 - On The Quad

   Stella Potter had always been aggressive about her sexuality.  It wasn't
so much that she was "oversexed" if that was even a thing, but that she
knew that being sexual pissed off the adults around her, and she enjoyed
that.  She enjoyed the glares of older women in the mall as she walked
around in short-shorts and crop tops that barely covered her DD breasts,
which she often enhanced with the aid of a push-up bra.  She enjoyed the
sidelong looks of her peers, and the snarky comments of those who were
jealous because they assumed Stella was getting way more action than they
were.  The truth was Stella was getting a little more action than they
were, but not nearly as much as most of them thought.

   Since enrolling in the Slut Class, Stella had started to get a major
case of imposter syndrome.  She wasn't a prude.  But she used her sexuality
like armor, and some of the other girls were taking it further than she
ever had.  For the first time, she felt like she was struggling to keep up.
She used to think, or at least hope, most of the guys in her high school
were wanking, thinking about her, but the Big Screen had changed all that.
First, it showed various topless girls from class, Stella among them.  That
was fine.  But lately it had been showing footage of Valerie Lebelle
sucking a cock in a glory hole, and Valerie looked amazing doing that. 
Karen Taylor sucking Nikki Love's strap-on was very popular too.  Literally
everyone on campus had watched that.  Every guy probably thought about it
when they were jerking off.  Heck, half the girls probably thought about
it. Valerie and Karen were now the biggest sex symbols at Maplewood
College.

   And that was what led Stella to proposition Kenny Johnson, the best
basketball player Maplewood College had ever known.  Her ego needed
stroking, especially after striking out with the first guy she asked.

   She was riding him cowgirl style.  She liked the way his dark skin
contrasted with her paleness, his wild black pubic hair with her neatly
trimmed, pink-dyed landing strip.  Riding him, she was in control of the
way his cock angled inside her, and she could make sure it hit her g-spot
just right each time.  It wasn't too big, despite all the rumors about tall
Black men, and it wasn't too small.  It was just right.  His eyes were
exactly where she wanted them, on her bouncing breasts.  She'd orgasmed
twice already and she knew he'd been close, but he had good self control.

   The cool breeze caressed her, and her knee was rubbing against the
scratchy army blanket they'd laid down, but that didn't really bother her.
She steadied herself by putting one hand on her backpack, and slipped the
other between her legs to play with her clit, arching her back at the same
time to give him the best view.

   "I'm so close," he said.  "I don't know if I can hold on much longer."

   "One minute?" she asked.

   "I think.  Maybe," he said.

   "I'll make you a special offer if you can," she said.  "I just.... 
Oh....  Oh my god yes." Waves of pleasure convulsed over her.  She had
never had any trouble giving herself an orgasm with her fingers, but she
had to admit it felt even better with a nice cock inside her.

   "What special offer?" he asked.

   "If I told you, you'd come even quicker," she said, as she caught her
breath.  "Mmm, that was good.  Wanna pull out and come all over me?"

   His eyes widened.  "We better do it quick, then."

   She jumped off him, ending up on the grass.  Just as well, less mess on
the blanket.  He stood up, also in a hurry.

   She looked past him.  The picnic blanket was in the middle of the quad.
You could see the big screen in the distance, and Valerie's bobbing head on
some anonymous cock.  It wasn't that she didn't want Valerie to get the
attention.  She liked Valerie.  It's just that Stella wanted it too.  Which
made it deeply gratifying that none of the sixty or so people gathered
around watching were looking at the screen, because they were all looking
at her.

   And we are putting on quite a show.  She recognized two of professors,
including her Chem Lab prof.  Was he turned on or deeply disapproving?  It
was hard to tell, and either was a fun thought.  Officer Sanborn was
watching, too.  She'd heard him telling people to stay back.  His cock had
pitched a tent in the tight breeches of his uniform.  She saw students she
knew, including prissy Albertina Bronson, who looked aghast.  That was
satisfying.  She'd done a good job of keeping her attention on Kenny, she
thought, but now, with him stroking his cock right in front of her face,
she was a little distracted.

   As a result, the first shot caught her in the eye, and she closed them
reflexively as more warm cum splattered her face and breasts.  There was
lots of it.  She was sure it was a good show.  She wished she could see the
expression on Albertina's face.

   The old clock in Merrill Hall's tower rang out two bells.

   "Oh, fuck, I'm late to class!" said Stella.

   "Huh?"

   "Sorry.  I have to run." She grabbed her shorts from her backpack and
pulled them on.  "I'll catch you later?"

   "Uh, just like that?" asked a bewildered Kenny.

   "You were awesome.  10 out of 10, would take this ride again.  I
promise, more fucking to come.  But I have to get to class."

   She ran, topless, toward Tolliver Hall, aware that her bouncing boobs
presented quite a show, especially wet with Kenny's semen.  She also really
wished she'd stopped to put her bra on, as well, because they might look
good, but boobs bouncing that much hurt.  There was a washroom just past
class.  She'd quickly wash up, and then go to class.  Maybe she'd only be
ten minutes late.  She got the feeling Nikki wouldn't appreciate it if she
made too much of an entrance, so she'd slip in and sit in the back for a
change.  No, that wouldn't work, because the teacher always locked the door
for "privacy."

   At least the crowd that normally watched the girls go in wasn't there.
They'd dissipated already, or maybe most of them had been watching her and
Kenny on the quad.  She felt bad about leaving him there.  He hadn't even
got his pants on yet, and he was surrounded by people.  That might not be
his scene.  She was pretty sure she had ways to make it up to him, though.
It was displeasing Nikki Love that worried her most.  Nikki was the first
teacher she truly admired.  The first one she couldn't make uncomfortable,
and the first one she hadn't wanted to.  She hated letting her down.

   She ran down the stairs, and then down the hall past class toward the
washroom.  As she did, the door opened.  "Stella!" yelled Rachida.

   "What?  In a hurry," Stella said back.  What was Rachida doing there,
rather than sitting in her chair.

   "Yeah.  Teacher says get in here, right now."

   "Gotta wash up."

   "Nope.  Right now," Rachida said firmly.

   Nikki appeared behind her.  As always, the teacher was dressed to the
nines, somewhere between slutty secretary and hot MILF teacher.  Expensive
heels and silk stockings, short black skirt, and a blouse casually
unbuttoned to reveal a lacy black bra and impressive cleavage.  "Thank you,
Rachida.  Stella, we're all sharing our recent experiences.  Please come
right in, and share yours."

   Stella sighed.  Was Nikki fucking psychic or something?  She went in the
door.  Usually, she wore skimpy outfits and stood straight.  But walking in
covered in cum was entirely different, and she felt herself slumping.

   She was startled to see two people sitting in the front, somewhat off to
the side.  They were in their thirties, and dressed like they were going to
the office, and not the slutty office that Nikki was dressed for.

   "Chin up," Nikki whispered, as her hand on Stella's elbow steered her to
the front of the class.  "Back straight.  Thatta girl, that's the Stella I
know."

   "How did you?" Stella whispered back, although the class was so quiet
she had no faith she wasn't being heard.  "And who are those people?"

   "Remember the camera outside?  I had Rachida monitor it.  And I
explained who they were and why they were here at the beginning of class,
which you missed." Nikki didn't bother to lower her voice.  "Now, then. 
Tell us what you did this afternoon."

   "Uh, hi," said Stella.  At least she got to turn her back to the
strangers.  A few of the other girls were topless, but they had bras on,
like Flora, who wore a short skirt and a matching purple bra.  Stella would
preferred her breasts more covered with fabric and less covered with cum,
if she was being stared at.

   "Hi Stella," said Flora, with a grin.  And then, a wink.  Stella had
never seen Flora wink before.  Stella winked at Flora all the time, after
deciding Flora was a bit stuck up and discovering that winking annoyed her.
Her first thought was that Flora was getting payback.  But Flora's voice
wasn't mocking, and neither was the grin, the more she looked at it.  She's
rooting for me.  She's telling me to get my mojo back.

   "So, everybody, I decided to fuck on the lawn outside on the quad.  Some
of you probably watched me.  Since Officer Sanborn said he wouldn't arrest
us, I figured, why not?  So I got myself some BBC, and..."

   Rachida cleared her throat and raised her hand.

   "Um, Stella," said Nikki disapprovingly.

   "Huh?"

   "The phrase BBC, when it means Big Black Cock and not the British
Broadcasting Corporation, is objectifying.  It reduces a human being down
to just their genitals.  It's like saying 'I got myself a white piece of
ass.' Not okay.  In addition, the notion that Black men in particular are
mostly about their genitals has been used to denigrate their intelligence
and even justify lynchings simply because they looked the wrong way at a
white woman.  Not cool."

   "Oh, shit," said Stella.  "I didn't mean it like that, I just was..."
She trailed off, thinking she'd done Kenny wrong for a second time that
day.

   "Making yourself the star.  Which is something I generally approve of,"
said Nikki.  "I think we all know the person you fucked as an outstanding
student-athlete.  Nothing to be ashamed of there."

   Stella caught Flora's expression again.  She expected Flora to chime in
on Nikki's lecture with something about intersectionality, but Flora just
gave her a meaningful look that seemed to say, "Get with it.  You can do
this."

   "So," Stella continued.  "I got myself, as Nikki said, an excellent
student-athlete, and fucked him out on the quad.  We were just there, doing
our own thing, but somehow we attracted a bit of attention.  Officer
Sanborn kept them all under control, though.  And god, was his cock hard!"

   Everyone giggled, which gave Stella confidence.

   "I was doing him cowgirl, so everyone could see everything going on.  He
has really good control, too.  10 out of 10, would recommend to my friends.
Am, in fact." There, doing him a solid.  Although I hope to make it up to
him in person.

   There was more laughter at that, and Stella felt in her element again.

   "Anyway, once we had an audience I started thinking about how everything
would look, like Nikki was talking about in the blowjob class the other
day, and so ..." She gestured at her tits and her face.  "So I asked him to
come on me, as the grand finale.  And then the bell rang out that it was
time for class."

   "And so you ran here, covered in cum," said Nikki.  She had that shrewd
look on her face she had when she was testing people, and Stella recognized
it.  Others withered under that look, but Stella had a well trained bravado
instinct.

   "That's right!" she said, arching her back.  "All over my face and tits.
Didn't even stop to lick any off." She lifted her right breast and took a
lick.  It probably would have been a sexier move before the cum started
drying, but she hammed it up anyway, licking her lips.

   "Thank you, Stella.  You may be seated." Nikki pointed to an empty seat
near the front of the class, next to Flora.  "You may wash after class."

   Stella went to her seat, feeling decidedly underdressed and overexposed,
although she tried to fake like she didn't care.  It certainly didn't help
that sitting down left her facing the two strangers, who seemed to be
staring at her.

   "How many of you would enjoy having sex on the quad?" Nikki asked.

   "In daylight, or at night?" asked Rachida.

   Nikki laughed.  "Let's say just before class."

   Several hands went up.  Stella guessed it was less than half.

   "I'm not saying for sure, but it just might be an assignment at some
point," Nikki said.  "Jeni, I think you had a story for us?"

   Jeni, a slender, freckled redhead, nodded and got up.  "It's not as wild
as Stella's, I'm afraid, but it was a big deal to me..."

   Stella leaned over.  There were people she'd rather ask, but Flora was
closest.  "Who are the old people in the corner?"

   "Grups?  Never mind," Flora whispered back.  "Observers.  They are here
to help us get comfortable with being..." Flora stopped, and looked up at
Nikki.

   Nikki had set the flapper end of a riding crop on Flora's hand, and was
holding it like it was scepter.  "Pay attention to your fellow slut when
she's talking, Flora Alicia."

   Flora winced.  "I'm sorry.  Sorry Jeni!"

   She has a riding crop?  It must have been on the desk behind the laptop
and stuff.  And the middle name treatment.  Stella never thought she'd be
sticking up for Flora, and yet she found herself saying, "I'm sorry.  My
fault, not Flora's."

   "I'm aware," said Nikki.  She turned back toward the front.  "Please
continue, Jeni.  You had his cock in your mouth..."

   Jeni giggled.  "Yes ma'am.  I had his cock in my mouth, and then
suddenly I just really wanted him to cum.  It was funny, because I've never
been -- I mean, definitely not my first blowjob, and if I'm going to do a
job I like doing it well and finishing what I start.  Guys like it when I
swallow, and it's less mess."

   Definitely less mess, thought Stella.

   Jeni continued.  "But I never actually looked forward to the ending, or
the taste.  But this time I did, and it was really fun.  I think doing it
with people last time really helped, and seeing the enthusiasm everyone
gave it.  I felt really proud to be a slut, not just like I was doing the
thing I had to do to keep a boyfriend, you know?"

   "That's lovely," said Nikki.  "I'm so proud of you."

   "Then when I was done, he said he noticed something was different.  Good
different?  I asked him.  And he said yes.  So I told him about class, and
he got all jealous and told me I was never to suck another guy's cock
again."

   Stella glanced at Nikki, but Nikki just raised her eyebrows.

   "So," said Jeni.  "I dumped him.  I'd been seeing him for six months."

   Nikki walked back up to the front.  "Need a hug?"

   Jeni smiled and shook her head.  "Don't need one, but I'll take one."

   Nikki smiled back and embraced her.  "Thank you for sharing."

   Jeni smiled.  "This group gives me courage.  And ma'am, you'll find my
release form on your desk.  I'm ready to embrace my inner slut."

   Many of the girls, including Stella, had filled out release forms,
allowing Nikki to put photographs or videos of them up on the big screen in
front of the Student Union.  Nikki had topless photos of everyone, and so
the girls who had signed appeared in a slide show twice a day.  "That's
amazing and awesome," Nikki gushed, as Jeni went back to her seat.

   "How many of you would have dumped him?" Nikki asked.

   Stella raised her hand.  Flora did too.  Maybe it was unanimous, as
Nikki was giving an approving nod.

   "We really can't be held back by men, can we?" said Nikki.  "Men are
awesome, but sometimes they seek to control us when their minds get filled
with archaic, patriarchal points of view.  Now, let's discuss the book I
assigned."

   Oh yeah, that.  The Ethical Slut.  Stella's mind drifted back to the
quad, the people watching, and the look on Albertina's face just before
Kenny jizzed all over her.  She paid just enough attention to the rest of
class, a little surprised they weren't doing more for the "observers." But
maybe talking about being sluts was boundary pushing enough.  If she knew
Nikki, she'd push it more the next time, and the time after that.

   After class, she filed out with the rest of the students, almost
forgetting she was covered in cum.  She was surprised to see Kenny standing
there, and from the look on his face, he was surprised about something too.

   "Wow, didn't want to wash off my cum, huh?" Kenny asked.  "That's so
cool."

   Well, not exactly.  But I'll let him think that.

   "I was thinking," Kenny said, "you and me, maybe we could be a couple,
huh?  Go steady?"

   Stella smiled.  "Honey, you're handsome, skilled, athletic, intelligent,
and a great fuck.  You shouldn't be settling for just one girl.  I mean,
look at all these lovely --" she just about said ladies, but decided to use
Nikki's word instead as she gestured around her, "sluts.  I just put in a
good word about you."

   "But...  well, no girl has ever said that to me before."

   "All sorts of girls.  And I want to do things with lots of different
guys, too.  All kinds of guys.  All sorts of cocks."

   "You know that once you go bla -""

   Stella put a finger to her lips.  "Kenny, you don't need that line.  I
will fuck you again.  In the meantime, have some fun, 'kay?"

   "You want to fuck all the guys, or something?" Kenny said.

   "Nothing wrong with that," said Nikki, who was standing right behind
her. Stella didn't know how long she'd been there, but she noticed guys
tended to just stare at her and agree when she said stuff, and Kenny was no
exception.  The combination of being old enough to be their mother but
super sexy and slutty at the same time seemed to catch them in a state
between lust and deference.

   "Some of the girls, too," said Stella.  "Like..." She turned, hoping
whoever she spotted would play along, at least for Kenny's benefit.

   "L-l-like Flora here," she said.

   "Well," said Flora, "I guess that's one way to fuck the patriarchy. 
Let's go, Stella." Flora put her arm around Stella's waist, and now it was
Stella who had no choice but to play along.

   "Y'know," said Stella, as they left Kenny behind with the rest of the
class.  She was confident that he'd find someone to have some fun with, at
the very least.  "I always thought 'fuck the patriarchy' meant doing the
whole football team."

   "You did not think that," Flora said.

   "Okay," Stella agreed.  "I didn't.  But it's funny, isn't it?"

   "Almost as funny as the old joke about how many feminists does it take
to screw in a lightbulb."

   "Uh, how many?"

   "That's not funny!" said Flora, in a mock offended voice, and both girls
laughed.

   "Thanks for playing along," said Stella.  The two beautiful half-naked
coeds were attracting attention as they walked outside Tolliver Hall, but
at least they had enough distance now that no one could hear them talk.

   "Who was playing along?" said Flora.  "Want to hear another joke?"

   Stella blinked.  "Um, okay."

   "How many feminists does it take to screw in my room?" asked Flora.

   "How many?" Stella asked reflexively, as they walked across the quad.

   "I think two, but we can find out.  I am going to ask you to wash up
first."

   "Uh, good," Stella said, about the washing up, and then realized she
maybe should have responded to the other part.

   "Have you ever done it with a girl before, Stella?"

   "Um, no," she said.

   "Me neither.  Something to talk about next class, hmm?" Flora kissed her
on the cheek, in a spot Kenny had missed, and they walked together quietly
after that, but Stella had the odd sensation that her cheek stayed warm
where Flora had kissed it.



   Slut Class Ch.  06 - Slut's Revenge

   "So, we've been spending a lot of time talking about how to be a slut."
Nikki stood up in front of class wearing a skirt suit, with a blouse that
was unbuttoned to show off her surgically enhanced breasts and her lacy
black bra.  "But today we are going to talk about who to be a slut with. 
But first, as usual, I want you to share your own experiences."

   The observers weren't there today, which was evidence that today would
not be hands on.  Jeni Cartwright raised her hand.  Generally, slut class
had been good sexy fun, and she'd learned a lot about herself.  She hated
to be a downer, but she still wanted to share.

   "Jeni?" Nikki asked.  "Is this about what you told me earlier?"

   "Yes."

   "Ah, good.  Together, I hope we can help you out.  I want you all to
think of ways you can help Jeni."

   Jeni moved to stand next to Nikki.  "So, I mentioned that I broke up
with my boyfriend last time.  Well, he's been trying to get revenge, in
between trying to get back together with me on his terms.  He wrote my name
and number on the walls of several bathrooms around campus, calling me a
slut and a whore and saying I give free blowjobs."

   "Pretty sure whores don't give freebies, that's sort of the point,"
remarked Nikki.

   "Yeah," said Jeni, feeling herself blush.  "You've taught us not to be
ashamed of those things, but well...  whore is inaccurate.  Anyway, I've
been getting heavy breathing calls, abusive calls, people who think that
just because I like sex I'll want sex with them.  It's making it hard for
me to be the happy slut I want to be."

   "How do you know it was him who wrote your name on the walls, Jeni?"

   She had already gone over it with Nikki, so that question was for the
benefit of the class.  "Somebody texted me a picture of the graffiti.  I
was with Harold for six months; I know what his handwriting looks like."

   "Thanks, Jeni," Nikki said.  "Anyone else have something to share? 
Stella?"

   Stella bounced up as Jeni walked back.  Her boobs bounced too.  "Had a
hot lesbian experience," she said.  "Also, an MMF threesome."

   "Good experience?"

   "Yes, to both." Stella kept looking over at Flora as she talked.  Stella
and Flora hadn't gotten along since the first day of class, so Stella was
probably taunting Flora about something.

   "Anyone else?"

   Rachida raised her hand.  "I gave two different guys blowjobs within an
hour of each other."

   "Did they know about it?"

   "None of their business, really," said Rachida.

   "Fair enough.  Used to be, in the days before STIs were all curable, it
was important to know what your partner was doing with who, but now it's
different," Nikki said.  "You girls are lucky to be growing up now.  So, my
lovely fellow sluts, who should a slut fuck?"

   "Everyone?" asked Stella quickly.

   "A little too broad," Nikki said.  "Wouldn't be much of a class."

   "Whoever we want to, regardless of gender identification or ethnicity,"
said Flora.

   "A better answer, although I'm not sure your 'regardless' actually
changes anything from 'whoever we want to.'" Nikki wrote 'People we fuck'
on the whiteboard in front of class, and under that 'whoever we want to.'

   Jeni had concluded that Flora was a good person, but she still seemed to
need to compete for the 'best feminist' award.  Still, while she once
seemed uptight, now Flora rarely even bothered to wear a shirt, preferring
lacy bras that showed off her toned stomach and lovely brown breasts.

   "People who know how to please us," said Rachida.

   Nikki wrote 'people who are good at it' on the board and then crossed
over to the other side and wrote 'People we don't fuck.'

   Abby pushed Karen's hand up, and Karen pushed her away and pulled it
down.

   Nikki laughed.  "Abby, do you have something for Karen to say?"

   Abby blushed.

   "Come on, now, Abby, if it's fine to put your friend on the spot, you
can't complain when it's your turn."

   "She told me something the other day," said Abby.

   "Hmm?"

   "She'd fuck whoever you told her to."

   Karen mumbled something.

   "Is that true, Karen?" asked Nikki

   Karen glared at Abby, and then said, softly, "Yes, ma'am."

   There were giggles all around.  "Some people find Dominant/submissive
relationships where they don't decide to be super-hot, and that can
definitely change who you want to fuck," said Nikki.  "Karen and I do not
have such a relationship negotiated, however.  Negotiation is very
important if you're going to give authority to another person.  We'll have
a class on such relationships later, and we'll try to figure out where on
the Dominant-submissive spectrum each of you lies." She wrote 'D/s' up on
the board.  "Now let's talk about the other side.  Who don't we fuck?"

   "Smelly people," said Stella.

   Nikki translated this to 'Poor hygiene.'

   "Relatives," said Valerie, making a face.

   "Uh-huh," said Nikki, and wrote that down.  "Family relationships are so
complicated that it's really difficult for real consent to be there on both
sides."

   "People we're not attracted to," said Flora.

   Nikki wrote, 'People we are not attracted to' up on the board.

   "Anyone else?" asked Nikki, looking right at Jeni, who had been happy to
be quiet.

   What was it Nikki wanted her to say?  "People who call randomly after
seeing your name on a bathroom wall?" She guessed.

   There were giggles, and Nikki said, "That's very specific.  What I have
in mind is really the flip side of what Flora said -"'People who are not
attracted to us.' You would think that people who don't like us wouldn't
want to have sex with us.  But studies show that many people, especially
men, love porn -"a shock, I know -"and would eagerly fuck a porn star, and
yet if you ask them if it would be okay for their sister to do porn, or
their partner, or anyone they know, their answer is no way.  In fact, the
same men who want to fuck a porn star, often would dump their girlfriend if
they did porn or fucked another man."

   "It's the patriarchal double standard," said Flora.

   "Right?" Nikki said enthusiastically.  "Many men love the idea of
sexually free and powerful women, but they don't want the women they know
to be sexually free."

   Nikki turned to write on the board, 'slut shamers.'

   Jeni raised her hand, and spoke after Nikki acknowledged her.  "Harold
used to love porn.  Even when we were monogamous, he insisted on a special
'Riley Reid exception.' I knew he wouldn't have a chance, so I said sure."

   "This is the same guy who insisted you not give blowjobs to other guys,"
Nikki said.  "Can we all show Jeni some solidarity on this one?"

   A bunch of the class said, "Yeah!"

   Nikki wrote 'Harold' on the board, which started a lively conversation,
where the girls dished out the gossip, both good and bad.  Before the class
ended, Jeni had a list of people to avoid in her notebook, and a few
recommended guys as well.  A year ago, she had thought that if you met
someone who you had chemistry with, you kept them to yourself, and didn't
tell other women for fear they'd steal your catch away.  But the longer the
list grew, the more people wanted to share.  There were plenty of guys to
go around, and why settle for just one?

   "Next week, short skirts, no panties, and bring your favorite sex toy,"
Nikki said as class ended.  "And if you're the one person who hasn't given
me a release yet, consider bringing that to class as well."

   Jeni knew who that was about.  There was a slide show that sometimes
appeared on the big screen in front of the Student Union.  The last time
she had watched, it showed topless pictures of all the girls but one: Gina,
a quiet girl who rarely spoke, and attracted little attention to herself.
Still, she'd always done the assignments as far as Jeni could tell.

   "Jeni?" Stella was standing in front of her, breasts barely contained by
her tight white crop top and black bra.  Flora was standing next to her.

   "Hmm?" asked Jeni.

   "We have an idea to help you."

   "Um, okay...  tell me?"

   Flora and Stella filled her in.

   "Wow.  In public?" asked Jeni.  She thought about it for a moment. 
"You're right.  It's just the thing.  Let's do it."

   ***

   The next day Jeni spotted Harold walking across the quad, as she had
expected.  He had an eleven o'clock class.  Stella and Flora stood thirty
feet away for immoral support.

   Jeni had chosen her outfit carefully.  She wore the tight black T-shirt
and snug jeans that Harold had told her looked sexy, even though she'd
mostly moved on to more revealing looks.  Stella and Flora were going to
attract far more attention, as neither of them were wearing shirts at all,
just lacy underwire bras -"black for Flora, red for Stella.

   Jeni went to her knees, just off the path that Harold was taking,
immediately in his frame of view.  She would have been on the path, but the
grass was much better on her knees than the gravelly path, and the point
wasn't for her to suffer.

   Harold spotted her, as planned, and kept walking toward her.  Hopefully,
he'd think the position was penitential.  Of course I won't suck any more
men's cocks, Harold.  Only yours.  You're the only man for me.  Something
like that.  As he got closer, his look of confidence grew.

   From her right, she could just catch Ian McSweeney walking toward her
across the grass.  Ian was Flora's boyfriend -"super smart, more than a bit
of a nerd.

   "Hey, Jeni," said Harold with a swagger.

   "Hi, Jeni," said Ian, in the same calm voice he always used.

   "Oh, hi, Harold," said Jeni, making a moment of eye contact before
pivoting slightly to turn toward Ian.

   Ian unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang into view.  It was already
half-hard, and even half-hard, it looked like more than a mouthful.  Jeni
was about to find out.  She wrapped her lips around it and started bobbing
up and down, looking up at Ian with her wide green eyes.

   "Uh." Harold stood there with his mouth open, watching his ex-girlfriend
give Ian head in the middle of the quad.

   What was the word Harold had called Ian once?  A geek.  He was always
dishing little remarks about other guys.  The world was a competition to
Harold, whether it was beating people at squash or who had the hottest
girlfriend.  And apparently one couldn't win the hottest girlfriend
competition unless one owned her sexuality completely.

   Ian's cock hardened in her mouth.  She wanted to peek at Harold's
expression, but she also wanted to make it clear she was completely focused
on Ian and his cock, and she couldn't do both.  Fortunately, Flora had her
phone and was recording it all.

   "Hey, that girl's taking pictures of you," said Harold, apparently
finding his voice.

   Jeni just kept sucking as Harold went past her.  "What do you think
you're doing?" Harold asked Flora angrily.

   "Hi handsome," said Stella.

   With Harold's eyes not on her, Jeni watched the tableau unfold. 
Stella's red bra barely contained her DD breasts.  She sauntered up to
Harold, whose eyes predictably went downward to take in the two fleshy
demi-globes so well displayed, and he stood there staring while Stella
placed one hand on his shoulder, and then a hand on the other, each act
deliberate and melodramatic.

   "I want to get revenge on Jeni.  That bitch.  I hear her name and
number's all over the bathroom walls." Stella's hand moved from shoulder to
chest, and then further down.  "I bet she could see if I sucked your cock,
right here.  You know I'd do it, right?  You watched me fuck on the quad
the other day, I saw you."

   "I -"I -""

   "I bet she put it there herself.  Who else would, right?" Stella said.
"C'mon, whip it out.  You want it between my tits?" Stella squeezed her
boobs together and winked at Harold lasciviously.

   People were stopping to watch, naturally.  Flora pivoted the camera to
show Harold and Stella.  Harold hesitated, then unzipped.

   "It's kinda small," Stella exclaimed.

   "What?" asked Harold.  As far as Jeni could tell, Harold was pretty
average in the cock department, but she stifled a giggle at the comment,
and realized she wasn't paying nearly enough attention to the blowjob she
was giving.

   "It's okay," said Ian.  "You can make it up to me later.  Or not, if you
don't want to."

   Jeni smiled thankfully to him and turned her head to watch Harold and
Stella, holding Ian's cock in her hand and stroking it absently.

   "I'm having second thoughts," Stella said.

   "What the fuck?" asked Harold, his dick waving in the breeze and slowly
deflating.

   "I bet you wrote your ex-girlfriend's name on the bathroom walls
yourself." Stella's normal voice was loud and brash, which Jeni thought was
annoying usually.  But right now, and with Stella projecting, it was
hilarious.  There had to be fifty people or more who could hear her, and
all the small campus news would spread quickly.

   "Oh my god," said Flora.  "He did what?"

   "Wrote his ex-girlfriend's name and number on the bathroom walls!"
Stella shouted, as if Flora was having difficulty hearing her the first
time.

   "Wow, why?" asked Flora.

   "Because he's happy to get head from the biggest slut on campus," Stella
said, referring to herself, "but apparently that's not okay for his girl,
and that's the puny, pathetic, passive aggressive way this double-standard
limp dick gets revenge."

   Jeni blinked.  Stella was going off script, but she had to admit that at
the moment limp dick was accurate, and with him standing in front of two
half-naked beautiful co-eds, too.

   "What the heck," said Flora, "I mean, that's so twentieth century.  My
boyfriend's over there getting his cock sucked and I'm happy for him.  I
told him that if Jeni wants to suck his dick, he shouldn't pass that up."

   Jeni hastily stuffed Ian's cock back in her mouth, as she felt eyes turn
back to her, including Harold's.  She peeled up her shirt, flashing her own
braless chest at the crowd, and used every trick she'd learned from the
class on giving dramatic blowjobs.

   "Oh, now his cock's twitching.  No wonder he wrote her name on the wall.
He tells her he wants her to be faithful, but he gets hard watching her
give another guy head."

   "I--" sputtered Harold and hastily reached for his zipper.  "Ouuuuuuch!"

   Jeni was not up to the challenge of laughing and giving head at the same
time.  Even Ian was smirking as Harold zipped up too fast and too
carelessly.

   "You'll have plenty of chance to watch her, Harold," said Flora.  "Look
on the screen."

   The big screen in front of the student union showed Jeni eagerly sucking
some anonymous cock.  A press of a button from Flora, and Nikki uploaded
it.

   "You can't slut shame us," Stella said.  "The only thing you can get is
crossed off the list of who we sleep with.  A list that includes almost
everyone but you."

   Not quite the way Jeni would put it, but Stella was Stella.  Harold had
apparently got zipped up.  He ran.  The old clock on Merrill Hall chimed
eleven bells, so if he was still heading to class he'd be late.

   Ian took a step back and zipped up.  She protested, but he said, "I know
that was just for show, Jeni.  It's okay."

   "I -"I was kinda distracted, but your cock is pretty tasty."

   "Then let's do it sometime when the point isn't to get back at Harold,"
Ian said, offering a hand to help her to her feet.

   Stella and Flora walked over, and the crowd dissipated.

   "Puny, pathetic, limp dick?" Jeni asked.

   "I extemporized," said Stella.

   "Factually, it never got all the way soft," said Flora, "and it never
really got all the way hard when he was watching you."

   "Pretty sure that's not what people will say they saw," said Stella. 
"As someone who has had her name and number put on bathroom walls before, I
kinda took out some of my frustrations there."

   "So now what?" asked Jeni.  "I kinda feel I have unfinished business
with Ian here, but I don't want to take away from you two having couple
time."

   "Us two?" asked Flora.  "You mean me and Ian, or me and Stella?"

   "You and Stella?" asked Jeni, looking back and forth between the two
girls.

   "Hmm," said Stella.  "I mean, I guess we could." She winked at Flora. 
"I mean, you weren't too bad the first time.  On one condition."

   "Condition?" asked Flora.

   "Well, we didn't have an audience last time," said Stella.

   "We're not going to do it right here in the quad," Flora retorted.

   "No, silly.  My dorm room.  Ian, Jeni, you guys come too.  We'll give
Ian a show."

   Jeni looked between them all, and they all looked at her.  It seemed all
of them were down with Stella's plan.

   They helped me out, she thought.  I should help them.  And then, as that
thought faded, she realized she wanted to.  She'd been having many new
experiences lately, and she wanted to keep that up.  "Let's do this."

   Jeni's phone buzzed, and Flora handed it back to her.  It was a text
from Nikki.

   "The custodians tell me they've scrubbed your name and number from all
the bathroom walls.  You are a sexy, gorgeous slut, and I'm so proud of
you."

   The others were already heading toward Stella's dorm, and Jeni ran to
catch up.  Flora had one arm around Ian's waist, and one arm around
Stella's, and she wasn't sure what side to be on.

   "Over here," said Stella, motioning her.  "Let her have Ian to herself
for a moment, before you give him head again."

   Stella's arm went over her shoulder, and Jeni put her arm around Stella
as well.  It had been hard to make friends while in a relationship with
Harold.  Walking together across campus was perfect with her new friends
was perfect.



   Slut Class Ch.  07 - Show and Moan

   "Thank you, Stella and Flora, for sharing." Nikki Love sat on the edge
of her desk in front of the class, wearing just a black bra and a short
black skirt, seamed stockings and heels.  Stella and Flora walked back to
their seats, a study in contrasts.  Flora was dressed like Nikki, in a
black bra and skirt combination.  Stella, on the other hand, had a ripped
Harley Quinn T-shirt that barely covered any of her large breasts, cut-off
shorts that showed off an inch of bare cheek, and tennis shoes.  At the
beginning of the semester, Abigail would have sworn the two would be mortal
enemies, and yet they just got up in front of class and shared that they'd
slept together.

   A man and a woman in their thirties sat in chairs to the side of the
desk.  Their names were unknown.  Nikki had brought them in a few classes
back as a silent audience for everything that went on.  Some classes they
were there, sometimes they weren't.  The girls referred to them simply as
the observers.

   Abigail's heart was pounding.  Don't call on me.  Don't call on me.

   "Abby?  I believe you have something to share."

   Of course she called on me.

   "Go ahead," whispered Karen, a thin blond with straight hair.  Karen was
Abigail's best friend in class, but she also had a huge crush on Nikki,
their professor.  She'd do anything to please and probably figured Abigail
should too.

   Abigail got out of her seat, because staying there would be more
embarrassing than telling the class.  So she walked up, knees shaking, and
turned to face all the other girls.

   Before she could talk, Nikki spoke.  "I think we all remember how Abby
was on the first day of class.  She's come an enormous way, and I'm so
proud of her.  Her skirt is showing off her long, lovely legs, and I really
like the white shirt and black bra look on her.  And I think you look good
as a blonde, Abby."

   She'd bleached her hair recently, and she had to admit she liked it. 
Her hair had been an in-between shade, not quite brunette, not quite
blonde. Now it was practically platinum, and Abby wondered if it was too
drastic.  As for her wardrobe, Nikki had been coaching her.  She was
showing more cleavage than she was comfortable with, but in a burst of
enthusiasm she'd cut off all the top buttons from all her shirts.  She'd
had second thoughts about that, but she wouldn't buy a whole new wardrobe,
knowing that Nikki would only encourage her to cut more buttons off.

   "Hi."

   "Hi, Abby!" said several of the girls.

   It had been Nikki who had started calling her Abby, and it had caught on
with pretty much everyone in class.  Abigail thought of Abby as almost an
alternate persona that was taking over.  Abigail would never walk around
campus dressed like this, but Abby totally would.

   "I, um, lost my virginity yesterday."

   She didn't expect anyone to be shocked, or disappointed.  She was the
only virgin left in class.  The other girls had done all sorts of crazy
things.  She figured what was a big deal for her would be a big yawn for
everyone else.

   Instead, someone started clapping, and everyone else joined in. 
"Woohoo!" "About time!" "You go, girl!"

   She blushed.  Well, at least that's over.  She started back toward her
seat.

   "How was it Abby?" asked Nikki.

   She stopped.  "Um, good, I guess."

   "Would do again?"

   "Sure."

   "Same guy, or someone different?"

   "Uh.  I deliberately chose someone I wouldn't get attached to, just to
get, um, over the hump."

   "Oh, so smart," said Nikki.

   Sure.  It was your idea.  Just like the way I'm dressed that you
complimented earlier.

   "Did it hurt?" asked Jeni.

   "Um, not too bad.  And not after the first few seconds."

   "How many times did he make you cum?" asked Flora.

   "Once," Abby said.

   "How many times did you make him cum?" asked Stella.

   "Also once." She hadn't anticipated getting the third degree.

   Her discomfort must have been obvious because Nikki seemed to take pity
on her.  "Well, we're all going to be cumming a lot more today.  Abby, you
can be seated.  Does anyone else have anything to share or shall we get on
with today's class?"

   Nobody raised their hands, and Abby made it back to her seat.  Karen
gave her a thumbs up.  Class had made Abby feel vastly sexier, when she was
out on campus or going into town for a restaurant.  And yet, it was only in
class, in the presence of the other girls, that she still felt plain.

   "You'll remember," said Nikki, "That I asked you to bring your favorite
vibrator or dildo or whatever you use for masturbation into class.  Hold
aloft whatever toy you brought -"or just your hand, if that's your favorite
way to get off."

   Abby raised a small massager that fit in her hand.  She didn't need more
powerful vibrations, just her fantasies and "the pink thing" as she called
it.

   "I see some of you brought things that plug in," Nikki said.  "Take
seats near the edge of class -"switch if you have to -"there are power
strips that should handle all of you.  Well, all of your toys, anyway.  I
don't think there's a power strip ever made that could handle the amazing
energy all you sexy sluts have."

   It still weirded her out how casually Nikki used the word "slut" to
describe all of them.  Abby didn't feel like a slut, even though she did
just have sex with a boy she wasn't in love with, and basically just
because he'd asked her if she would and she wanted to get the whole
virginity thing over with.

   She saw Stella plug in a big magic wand.  Now Stella -"Stella was a
slut. Dressed like one, acted like one, banged the star of the basketball
team in front of everyone on the quad.  Abby was jealous of Stella, but she
didn't think she'd ever be that open.

   Thinking about the word distracted her.  They weren't just sharing the
things they used so they could talk about them.  Nikki expected them to use
them.  In class.  With those two strange people watching.

   "Okay, girls.  Panties off, if you're wearing them, and minus five
points if you are.  Today, you're going to become more comfortable with
your bodies.  Make sure to face our guests, and spread your legs nice and
wide, that's good.  Stella, Rachida, you all are such good sluts, nothing
to be ashamed of.  Your pussies are all beautiful.  Abby, Flora, you girls
too."

   "Want me to help you with your panties?" Stella asked Flora, in her
usual loud voice.

   "Not wearing any, silly.  Weren't you paying attention in class last
time?" asked Flora.

   "Oops."

   Abby simply froze.  She felt like everyone was staring at her. 
Certainly Nikki was looking at her steadily, tapping her fingers on her
outer thigh, right on the bare section between stockings and skirt.

   "Legs spread nice and wide, that's it, girls." Nikki looked straight at
Abby, who slowly spread her legs.  She wasn't wearing panties, either, as
Nikki had directed last class, although she'd been pulling at the hem of
her skirt all day just to make sure she stayed covered.  Now the observers
could see everything.  The woman was looking right at her, she knew it. 
Her hesitation probably attracted their attention.  No.  Look at Stella. 
Look at Karen.  Come on, someone do something freaky and distract them.  At
least the man's view was blocked.

   "Start playing with yourselves, ladies." Nikki spoke in a soothing
voice. "Nothing to be ashamed of.  Beautiful pussies, sexy girls, you're
going to cum so hard, and it's going to feel so good."

   The sound of vibrators filled the room, and Abby turned on hers, too. 
She followed directions, just to blend in.  And maybe it would distract her
from the observers.

   Nikki put on a small tripod on her desk with a video camera on top.  She
turned it on before stepping to the side.

   Almost all the girls had signed release forms letting Nikki use any
pictures of them however she liked as long as it stayed on campus.  As a
result, their pictures were on a slide show displayed on the big screen
outside of the student union, each of them totally topless.  Sometimes
there would be video clips, too, like the one of Valerie giving a
glory-hole blowjob to some anonymous guy.

   She'd signed the form because she wanted a good grade, and she had the
feeling that "Slut class" was going to be harder for her than Differential
Equations.

   Concerned that she might get caught in view by accident, she stopped and
scooted her chair to the left so she couldn't see the camera anymore
through Valerie's back.  As a result, she could see the man in front
clearly now.  Shit, he's looking my way.  I can't do this.

   Nikki was at her side, and reached out for her elbow.  Gently, she
guided Abby's arm back into position.  "Just feel the good vibrations,
Abby. A good slut isn't ashamed of her pussy.  Everyone's going to see it
eventually."

   Everyone?  Define everyone.  But the moment the vibrator touched her
clit, she spasmed.  This can't be turning me on.

   Fuck, this is totally turning me on.

   At least she'd been fairly quiet about it.  There was an unmistakably
orgasmic loud moan from the front of class, as Nikki resumed her tour of
the room.  "That's it sluts, just keep cumming and enjoying the pleasure.
I'm quite sure this is the only class where you get to have orgasms, so
have all you can.  Good girls.  Stella, play with your own pussy, not
Flora's.  We'll get to explore each other in a class later in the semester,
because even if you aren't into girls, a good slut should know how to put
on a show.  I didn't think I was bisexual until I started doing porn, and
now I love doing it with women and men alike.  That's good Gina, I can tell
you're so close, go ahead and let yourself cum."

   Gina came with a loud scream.

   Imagine your audience naked, wasn't that supposed to work?  Except that
guy up there, I don't know, maybe, if he was naked he'd want to fuck me, no
he wouldn't, he'd want to fuck one of the other girls, not me, but he's
looking at me, maybe he would want to fuck me, oh my godddddddd.

   Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a red light.  Nikki must have
moved the camera.

   Fuck.

   "You're edging, aren't you Karen?" Nikki was still making the rounds.

   "Um, yes, ma'am." Karen was fucking herself with a big purple dildo.

   "That's not what I asked you to do, was it?  What are you thinking
about?"

   "I'm, uh, pretending I need permission."

   "Permission to cum?  Does needing permission make it even hotter,
Karen?"

   "Yes Ma'am."

   "Permission from whom?"

   "You, Ma'am."

   "So instead of cumming when I told everyone to, you're getting all hot
and bothered by pretending I've told you not to?"

   Karen just nodded.

   "Will you do anything I tell you to?"

   Karen nodded again.

   "Give me your shirt."

   Karen lifted it off, revealing small, perky breasts.

   "Go out in the hall and finish out there.  You can't come back in until
you cum.  I don't care who is watching out there."

   Karen's eyes widened.  "Oh."

   "Do it," said Nikki.  "Now.  You know you want to obey."

   Karen ran, naked, outside, carrying the dildo with her.

   Nikki smiled.  "I love all your sexualities.  Everyone is different, and
gets turned on by different things.  I noticed some of you are really
enjoying this exercise." She seemed to stare right at Abby, but then she
moved on.  "Flora?  How is it going?"

   "Almost there, Nikki," Flora said.

   "Good girl," Nikki said.

   "I wish you wouldn't call us that," said Flora.

   Nikki leaned in.  "Good slut," she said.

   "Or that," said Flora.

   "Good sexually empowered woman," said Nikki.

   "Oh yes," Flora said, her body visibly shaking.

   "Same difference, more syllables," Nikki said.  "We're all sluts here."
She walked up to the desk, and Abby prayed she was going to move the camera
again.  The vibrator kept buzzing away at her clit and she was pretty sure
she'd come again soon, and she didn't mind doing it in front of the strange
man anymore but she still wasn't so sure about the camera.

   "That's lovely Rachida," she said.  Rachida was right behind Abigail. 
"I love the way you use the magic wand in little circular motions, that
looks like it feels really good.  Look around at each other, everyone.  See
if you can pick up some new techniques, or just enjoy perving."

   But don't look at me.

   "Jeni, I love the way your mouth moves while you get turned on.  Are you
thinking about...?" Nikki was still on the move.

   "Having a cock in my mouth, too, Dr.  Love," Jeni said.

   "Thought so.  Yummy!" Nikki looked up to the front.  "I'm afraid the
only man in here isn't allowed any relief during class."

   "Can I do him after?" asked Jeni.

   "Well, that's for you to negotiate," said Nikki.  "And what are you
thinking about, Abby?"

   Abby looked up at her.  "The camera, ma'am."

   "Does the camera turn you on?"

   Abby shook her head.  She was plenty wet, but surely the camera didn't
turn her on.  She was afraid of the camera.

   "It looks like it does," Nikki said, peering closer.  "You're very, very
wet Abby.  You've come once already and I think you're really close to
cumming again, aren't you?"

   Abby nodded, not trusting her voice.

   "Was the man who fucked you the first one who saw your pussy?  Other
than a Doctor?"

   Abby nodded again.

   "You're changing fast, aren't you?" Nikki asked.

   "Uh-huh." She was so close.  She pulled the vibrator away.

   "The assignment, Abby, is to keep masturbating."

   Abby made a face and moved the vibrator back.  "But...  you won't show
people, will you?"

   "Of course I will, Abby," Nikki said.  "That beautiful blonde hair, your
expressive face, your lovely legs...  and your orgasms.  They should all be
seen.  You're blossoming into the slut you've always had inside you, Abby."

   She formed the word no with her lips, but she didn't say it.  She was
only resisting because she was supposed to.  She had an image of herself,
shy, prudish, conservative.  Virginal.  But she wasn't that person anymore.
She was a sexy blonde who had fucked and would fuck again when she got the
chance.  Her tits were on display to the whole campus twice a day in the
slide show.  Nikki had caused that transformation, and she was grateful. 
And now she wanted to make Nikki proud.  Fuck Abigail.  I'm Abby now.

   She spread her legs a little wider, slid a few fingers of her left hand
into her pussy, and stared straight at the red light of the camera.  She
knew she was right on the edge, and it wouldn't take much more.  She
pressed the pink vibrator against her clit.

   "Oh fuck yes!" she yelled as she came, and her eyes slammed shut.  "Oh
my God I love being a slut.  Oh yes!"

   She could hear the cries and moans of other girls as they played with
themselves too, and she wasn't sure how much time had passed when she
opened her eyes again.  Nikki had moved away.  Abby imagined there had been
a smile of approval first, but if so she had been too busy cumming to see
it.  She caught her breath, but she didn't close her legs, instead idly
teasing her labia and her clit with her fingers, and not caring who or what
saw her.

   "Thank you all, class." Nikki said, from the front.  "You're all very
lovely, and I'm so proud of how far you've come, no pun intended.  Next
week we'll be talking about D/s, and I'll need some volunteers to help me
with that.  If you aren't working with me, expect to pair up."

   Karen was back in her seat, which meant she'd made herself cum in the
hall.  Karen's top was still lying on the teacher's desk.  Not
surprisingly, Karen's hand shot up the moment Nikki said "volunteer."

   She wasn't the only one.  Abby might have volunteered herself, but she
didn't want to compete with Karen.  She didn't have the hots for the
teacher like Karen, but she'd let Nikki guide her so far and she was eager
to continue the journey.

   Nikki scanned the class, pausing briefly when her gaze came to Karen,
and then moving on.  She smiled.  "Gina!  Now there's a surprise.  Can you
meet me in my office after class to negotiate?"

   "Yes," said Gina.

   Unsurprisingly, Karen looked disappointed.  The decision confused Abby
until she thought about how Nikki had taken her under her wing.  Gina was
the one girl who hadn't signed the release form yet.  Karen had
demonstrated that she'd obey Nikki without question.  It was Gina who had
the most to learn from the exercise, just as Abby had needed more guidance
than Stella.

   Most of the other girls were straightening their skirts and filing out.
Jeni went up to talk to the observers.  Karen walked toward Nikki's desk,
and Abby went with her.  Karen reached for her shirt.

   "What do you think you're doing, Karen?" asked Nikki.

   "Um, getting my shirt back?"

   Nikki shook her head.

   "No?" asked Karen.

   Nikki smiled and shook her head again.

   "You're going to keep it, Ma'am?" Karen asked.

   "Yes.  I think you've been a good girl, and you deserve to show off your
tits for the rest of the day."

   Karen nodded.  "Yes, Ma'am.  Thank you, Ma'am."

   "Abby?"

   "Yes?" Abby asked, almost adding a "Ma'am" herself.

   "I think you're ready for another button."

   Abby looked down at her shirt.  If she unbuttoned one more, her bra
would be showing.  She looked back at Nikki, who was holding out a pair of
scissors.

   Karen would be walking around completely topless, nipples exposed to the
world.  But Karen had been noticeably braless since the first day of class.
Abby had always kept herself covered.  She gave it a moment's thought.

   Then she took the scissors and cut off every button the blouse had.  She
handed them back to a surprised Nikki.

   "If something's worth doing, it's worth doing well, and completely." She
was aware she'd heard the words at home many times.  The same home that
taught her to be ashamed of her body, but she tried to take the good from
every experience and leave the bad.  She spread the shirt wide, then
bunched up the ends and tied them in a knot below her breasts.  She knew
you could see her nipples through the lace of her bra.

   "I couldn't agree more," said Nikki.  "Very nice, Abby.  Enjoy the
afternoon, ladies."

   "Sluts," Abby corrected her, and turned and walked away.  Karen rushed
to keep up with her.

   "You've changed," said Karen.

   Abby laughed.  "Fancy a stroll around campus, see who gawks?"

   Karen nodded.  "I think...  Ms.  Love would be proud of us."

   Abby smiled.  She didn't need Nikki's approval anymore to let her inner
slut out.  She could do it all on her own.



   Slut Class Ch.  08 - D/s Lesson

   Gina watched the students file into Slut Class.  Normally, she slipped
in with the crowd and sat unobtrusively in the back.  She was increasingly
aware she was the one girl in the class not on display on the big screen in
front of the Student Union, where pictures of the girls topless, and
sometimes doing something X-rated, were displayed to the entire student
body.

   This time she was on display, although not on the screen.  Nikki had
directed her to arrive ten minutes early and kneel at the front of the
room. She wore nothing but a black leather collar, one inch wide, from
which dangled an O-ring, and black high-heeled shoes she could barely walk
in.  Her knees were apart, her hands behind her back, her back arched to
accentuate her breasts.

   Next to her, also watching the students drift in, was a tall, muscular
man in his forties.  He wore leather pants and a black T-shirt.  He stood
with his arms crossed in front of his massive chest, radiating confidence.
Occasionally he would correct her posture or her form, and she would do her
best to meet his standards.  Her legs ached.  From time to time he would
allow her to close her knees for a few moments, to ease the stress, but
then he would order them open again.

   The other girls had dressed provocatively, as usual.  Tops with deep
necklines that hugged their curves were normal, as were short skirts and
shorter shorts.  There were a few bellies on display, and plenty of
cleavage and bare legs.

   The original plan had been for Gina to submit to the teacher, Nikki
Love, for the class demonstration.  But after a few negotiations Gina
admitted that while she loved the idea of submission, and Nikki was
certainly a gorgeous woman full of confidence, women just didn't do it for
her.  That was when Nikki introduced her to Carter, the hunky man who stood
beside her.  They had been talking for the last three days, and Gina knew
Carter was an experienced Master.  He had a way of getting her to tell him
things about herself she had never told anyone before.

   Nikki walked in right as the bell tower rang the hour, wearing a vinyl
catsuit unzipped to her navel, and heels as high as Gina's, although Nikki
walked confidently in them.

   "Good afternoon, class.  You all are looking lovely today.  I'm sure
you've noticed that Gina is wearing a rather special outfit today.  Today's
class is about Dominance and Submission, a topic of particular interest to
some of you."

   Gina looked at Karen Taylor.  Karen wore a bright orange bandeau top,
and black short-shorts.  Everyone knew Karen had a massive crush on Nikki.
Karen called her "ma'am" whenever she could and did whatever Nikki told her
to do -"even when Nikki had told her to go masturbate in the hall.  She had
volunteered to be part of this D/s demonstration and had looked daggers at
Gina when Nikki selected her instead.  Karen, intent on Nikki, ignored her.

   "A lot of what we talk about in this class is what we might call
egalitarian sex.  But all interactions with humans involve some sort of
power differential.  Men have power.  Women have power.  Both men and women
can feel at an advantage or a disadvantage because of the perceived or
actual power of their partners.  And differences in class, education,
ethnicity, body shape -"the list goes on, but each of these things can
affect who has more power in a relationship or friendship.  You hear guys
saying women are 'out of their league' -"that's a power differential.  When
one person can afford to pay for an expensive date, and the other person
can't, that's a power differential.  So no matter what you are doing, you
have to deal with power.

   "We put rules in place to deal with some of these power imbalances. 
Laws against incest.  Laws against people over 18, and presumably with more
power and experience, having sex with people under 18.  Rules against
employers dating their employees, or teachers dating their students.  And
yet a lot of people's fantasies involve these forbidden power imbalances:
teacher-student fantasies, or boss-secretary, for instance.  Some of these
fantasies use the power imbalance, and some of them subvert it -"either
way, we find them hot.

   "The goal of BDSM, and the goal of this class, is to get you to think
about the way power is flowing in your sexual interactions and make
conscious choices about how you and your partner want it to work, rather
than just accepting the power differentials that already exist.  Some of
you may be turned on by being dominant; some of you may be turned on by
being submissive.  Many of you may think you are neither, but there's an
element of this in everything we do.

   "So, show of hands -"if you had to choose, dominant or submissive, with
no fence sitting, which would you decide.  Everyone has to choose one. 
Dominants?"

   A few hands went up.  Gina looked around and noted Rachida, Flora, and
Veronica.  Nikki raised her own hand.

   "Submissives?"

   Karen, Valerie, Jeni, Abby, and several others raised their hands.

   "Stella?  A lot of us are a mix of both, but for right now, choose one."

   Stella made a face.  "I just don't see myself that way."

   "Oh," said Flora, "You're totally not submissive."

   "Just because I don't do what you say doesn't make me a dominant,"
Stella shot back.

   "That's a really important point," said Nikki.  "Some of us feel
submissive with some partners, dominant with others."

   "And some submissives are brats," Carter said.

   Nikki laughed.  "Want to define a brat for us?  This is Carter Holton,
by the way, class.  He's been doing BDSM for most of his life."

   "Some people enjoy a relationship where the bottom actively needles the
top to get him or her to do things," said Carter.  "So the bottom isn't
very 'submissive' -"they are willful and disobedient, which gives the top
an excuse to exert his control."

   "Is Gina a brat, Carter?"

   I'm so not, thought Gina.

   Carter shook his head.  "Nope.  She's a good girl." He patted her on the
head.  It was condescending, but she loved it.  She wanted to nuzzle her
face against his leathers.

   I shouldn't feel this way.  Carter wasn't her fantasy man.  She'd always
had submissive fantasies, but they involved men in suits -"business
executives, or James Bond.  Carter was a firefighter who Nikki knew from
the porn industry.  Her fantasy was suave and smooth; Carter was rough and
scratchy, and a bit scary.

   "So," said Stella, "I could say I was a dominant because Flora says I
am, but then I'd be submitting, so that would make me a submissive..."

   Nikki interrupted.  "A good dominant isn't just an aggressive person, or
a pushy person, although they may pretend to be.  A good dominant wants to
dominate someone who wants to be dominated.  Some would argue that a
dominant is serving the submissive by catering to their needs to submit."

   "Those people are wrong," said Carter.

   Nikki laughed.  "Class, if the question appears on a test, the answer is
that those people are at least partly right."

   Carter glared at her.  Gina looked between the two of them.  Nikki had
the first kind of power she'd talked about -"she was the teacher, so her
truth won.  Carter's power came entirely because Gina and he had negotiated
that for the duration of the class she'd do what he said.  They'd discussed
her limits, and she'd given him the power to do anything within them.

   Not that she expected much to happen.  It was class, after all.

   "Get up, Gina," Carter said suddenly.  "I want to see you walk around
the class."

   Gina got to her feet, feeling a little wobbly.  His arm was immediately
behind her waist, supporting her while she got her balance.  The kneeling
position had been stressful, stretching muscles in a way she wasn't used
to. She started walking after a moment, aware that she was far less
graceful than Nikki in the heels and finding that vaguely humiliating. 
Walking around naked and collared amongst her classmates was humiliating
anyway.  The heels forced her to take it slow.

   She wondered if they could see how wet it made her.  She could feel it.
She didn't think of herself as an exhibitionist, which was why she hadn't
agreed to have her picture on the big screen.  But being forced to display
herself was totally hot.  Especially if she pretended she didn't have a
safe word.  "Harmonica" was such a silly word, that it would be humiliating
just to say it.

   Nikki kept talking while she walked around, but Gina barely paid
attention.  She'd heard most of it, anyway.  There was something about
spanking, blah, blah, blah.  During office hours she'd gotten a crash
course in consensual BDSM, and then she'd learned even more the last three
days of talking with Carter.  She wasn't thinking about that now.  She was
thinking about Carter's view.  He wanted to watch her walk.  Did he enjoy
the back view, her hips swaying as she carefully balanced on the heels, her
ass bouncing?  Or did he prefer it when she was walking back toward him,
her face framed by her long dark hair, her breasts jutting forward, the
carefully trimmed landing strip of pubic hair pointing the way to her ever
moistening slit?  He'd told her "around" the class.  She could take that to
mean around the edges, but she walked up and down the aisles as she weaved
her way through the maze of desks.  She wanted to impress him, and not cut
any corners.

   There was a bulge in his trousers.  Maybe it was from looking at all the
pretty, scantily clad co-eds.  Maybe it was the near presence of Nikki. 
But his eyes were on her, and she liked to think watching her had caused
that bulge.  She walked back to him, feeling the heat of his gaze.

   Nikki was saying something about breaking into pairs to practice
negotiating.  Gina had been negotiating all damn week, first with Nikki,
then with Carter.  She'd negotiated for hours.  She was so done with
negotiating.

   Carter pointed down at his feet.  She knelt where he pointed and reached
for his belt.  He cleared his throat and pointed again.

   But he's hard, Gina thought.  Doesn't he want some relief?  But she did
as she believed he was directing.  She kissed his boots, first one, then
the other.  Then she started licking them, the blood rushing to her cheeks.
What would her classmates think?  tNikki preached female empowerment and
here she was in the front of class, licking a man's boots.  She expected to
taste dirt, but there was just the faint taste of leather.  His shoes were
at least as clean as the plates in the Dining Hall.  But only he and she
knew that.

   For a moment Gina fancied all the chatter behind her was about her, but
then she made sense of bits and pieces of it.  The girls were practicing
negotiating scenes, debating who would be on top, and what sort of things
would happen.  Maybe they were all so busy they weren't even noticing her.
That would be good.  So why did that thought make her feel vaguely
disappointed?

   "Gina." Nikki was suddenly crouching next to her.  "Are you wet?"

   "Yes," Gina whispered, kneeling up.

   "Louder, for the classes benefit."

   "Yes!"

   "Why?  No one has even touched you."

   "This, doing this, turns me on.  The fact that I don't know what he
could do to me next."

   "You put lots of things on the menu for him to choose from, didn't you?"

   "Yes."

   "So much hotter than negotiating for exactly what you want, isn't it?"

   "Yes." Gina didn't want to talk about it.  She wanted to get back to
licking.  Or better yet, sucking.  His cock was inches from her cheek.  She
wanted to rub against it.  She'd only have to move her head a little, but
she couldn't bear it if he pushed her away.  Humiliating her by displaying
her body and her sexuality was hot.  Humiliating her by rejecting her
sexuality, not so much.

   "Mind if I keep demonstrating, Nikki?" Carter said.

   "No, not at all.  Class, keep an eye out for the way Carter does things.
It's far more carefully thought out than you might think -- oh!"

   Gina yelped, too.  Carter had grabbed a big chunk of her hair and was
pulling her up.  It hurt her scalp, but she also noted that he didn't just
keep pulling after he got some tension.  "Up, girl."

   She stood up, and he kept a hold of her hair, maneuvering her toward
Nikki's desk, then bending her over it.

   "It may look just barbaric and rough, but there's a right way to do
things and a wrong way to do things," Nikki said, "And BDSMers figure out
the safe ways to do fucked up shit.  Carter knows the safe way to pull on
hair -"too rough, and you could end up giving someone whiplash."

   Oh, my mind has whiplash, even if my neck is fine.

   "Kiss the desk," Carter said, and Gina started kissing, wondering what
was going to happen to her next.

   He patted her ass.  It wasn't even a spanking, at first, but it got
harder, until she could feel the stinging slaps and knew everyone could
hear them.  Around her, she heard more sounds of hands striking flesh.  The
girls were spanking each other.  She wanted to look around and find out who
was spanking who, but her directions were to kiss the desk, so she kept
doing that, even as he spanked harder and she started yelping.

   "I do like a nice red bottom," Carter said.

   "Happy to please you," Gina said, hoping it wasn't too cheeky to say.

   "Oh, you do.  You will."

   She felt a lube-covered finger touch her anus.  He rubbed around the
opening, then pushed inside.

   She'd said yes to anal when they negotiated.  She'd thought that maybe
after class there might be a date.  She hadn't wanted to refuse him
anything, under those circumstances.  She hadn't thought he'd do it in
front of class.

   Harmonica?  She shook her head.  She wasn't going to say it.  She did
sneak a peek, however, at her class mates.  Abby was spanking Karen, while
Nikki gave her pointers.  Stella was spanking Flora.  Rachida and Veronica
had Valerie and Jeni facing each other and were taking turns walking around
and spanking each.

   "If you can see them, you know they can see you," said Carter, leaning
forward as he worked another finger into her ass.  "I think you're ready
for me now."

   A whole confused mess of thoughts went through her head -"the
anticipated physical sensation, her classmates watching, the scenes around
her -"and all she managed to say was, "Yes."

   "Go back to looking down," he said.  "I want you to feel everything
without distraction."

   She turned her head and let her lips touch the desk again.

   "Spread your cheeks for me." Did he say that louder, or did it just feel
louder?  How embarrassing it would be to do it, but it would be more so to
refuse.  She reached behind her and tugged on her butt cheeks.  She could
feel the air caress her exposed asshole.  Then she felt his cock against
it, resting for a moment, then pushing, slowly entering her.

   He'd asked her about condoms, but no one really needed to use those
anymore, except for birth control.  It was just another thing they'd
negotiated.  Now his hard cock was pushing bareback into her well-lubed
ass, stretching her as it invaded ever deeper.

   She heard Nikki tell people to switch partners, or roles, or both, or
something, but it didn't matter to her.  She couldn't imagine Carter
switching anything, especially with his hand on her back, pushing her down,
her breasts flattening against the desk.  His cock felt huge inside her. 
She wanted to look, to see if it was huge or just felt that way, but she
couldn't.  He was thrusting now, building a rhythm, and all she could do
was hold herself open for him.

   "Play with yourself, girl, I want to feel you cum."

   She let go of her cheeks and reached between her legs.  She was so wet,
so horny.  So full.  She slid her finger in circles around her clit, and it
didn't take long for her to give him what he wanted.  Her body shook as she
came, and his cock felt even bigger, even if it was just that her ass was
clenching around it.  Waves and waves of pleasure rolled over her, each
reminding her of the invader deep inside her.  She didn't remember ever
coming so hard, or for so long.

   "Good girl," he said.  "My turn."

   "Yes," she said.  Who was she to object?

   "Tell me you want it."

   "Oh, I do."

   "Louder, for the audience." He held himself still.

   Or, right, the audience.  She'd forgotten about her classmates for a
moment, despite their voices and the slaps of hands on asses.  "Fuck me,"
she shouted.

   He started moving again, fucking her hard.  "Keep talking," he said, his
voice raspy.  His lust was evident, and maybe, like her own lust, it made
him a little less in control.  But that didn't mean he didn't control her.

   "Fuck my ass.  Use me," she said.  Her thighs banged against the edge of
the desk with each thrust, uncomfortably.  She didn't know how to tell him
that, but she didn't want him to care, either.  She wanted him to be so
full of lust he'd just fuck her anyway, until he was sated.

   "Use my ass," she said.  "Cum in me.  That's what I'm here for."

   That's all I want to be here for, right this moment.  Other moments
would take care of themselves, but right now, right here, she just wanted
to be used and be useful.

   He grunted.  She knew he was pouring his balls out into her.  She hoped
it felt as heavenly as her own orgasm had, but it couldn't possibly.  No
guy ever got to cum for that long.

   To her surprise, another orgasm rolled over her.  She could feel her
body clenching and unclenching, and imagined her ass was milking every drop
from his cock.  She'd never cum without having her clit touched before,
despite having guys try to find her G-spot.  They were always so earnest,
and here this man just took her and used her.  A tear rolled out of her
eye, and she panted from exhaustion.  She felt him pull out and heard his
zipper a moment later.  Like that, he was fully dressed again, and she was
a limp, naked, collared mess bent over the desk.  She felt like she
couldn't move.  She could see her classmates again -"Flora and Stella were
69'ing, which seemed off script, and Rachida had grabbed Karen's hair -"but
she closed her eyes before she could take it all in.

   "Nice demonstration, dear," Nikki said.

   She nodded and let herself drift off.  At some point she lowered herself
to the floor.  Someone tossed a blanket on her, Carter or Nikki.  Carter
was there, touching her shoulder.

   "Come on, time to wake up," said Nikki, startling her.  "Class is over,
the next class is going to come in."

   She supposed she should want to get her regular clothes on, but it
seemed a bother.  Instead, she let Nikki and Carter help her up.  "I'm
okay," she said.  "I can walk."

   "Make sure," Nikki said.  "Take her to my office."

   Carter picked her up as if she weighed nothing.  He carried her out the
door, past the students in the hall.  She didn't care.  She felt
wonderfully small in his arms.  Her nakedness was irrelevant.  Besides,
they knew what class she was coming out of.  Stella had fucked a boy in the
middle of the quad, and they'd seen pictures of all the other girls at
least topless.

   Carter set her in the chair for students in Nikki's office, and kissed
her forehead.  "Need anything?"

   She shook her head.

   Nikki walked in a moment later.  "I've got her, Carter.  Thanks.  I
think you have that thing to do."

   "Yes I do," Carter said, and left.

   What thing?

   Nikki set Gina's bag, with her textbooks and her clothes, next to her.
Then she moved to the other side of the desk.  "You seemed to enjoy that,"
Nikki said.

   "That was the best sex ever," Gina replied.

   "I'm glad to hear that.  I thought you and Carter might work well
together."

   "I suppose I'll never see him again," said Gina.

   Nikki shrugged.

   "He's a lot older than me.  Maybe that's best."

   "More experienced people have a kind of power, don't they?  Maybe you'd
rather have a college boy and be on an equal footing."

   Not a chance, Gina thought.  "It was strange, because not only did I cum
hard, but I've never felt so much myself.  Not while having sex.  I've
always had to imagine the boy I was with to be more in charge, more
knowledgeable, than he really was.  But I was all the way present for
that."

   "Entirely present.  Entirely yourself," Nikki repeated.

   "Yes." A sudden thought hit her.  "You didn't capture that on video, did
you?"

   Nikki shook her head.  "No."

   She was relieved and disappointed at the same time.  Why would she feel
totally against a simple topless picture and yet have an urge to show a
video of her getting fucked in the ass to the whole school?  It made no
sense.

   "You want people to see the real you, don't you?"

   "None of the boys I've ever been with really have, you know?" said Gina.

   "If you want, kneel and I'll take a picture, and share it on the
screen."

   Gina nodded.  She slipped out the chair and moved to the floor.  Her
thighs still hurt from kneeling before, but she spread her legs anyway,
exactly as Carter had directed.  He'd probably never see the picture, but
if he did, she wanted to make him feel proud.

   Nikki took a picture with her cell and then showed it to her.  Gina's
mascara had run a little, and there were indentations on her from the edge
of the desk.  But it was unmistakably the real her.  The collar felt so
right.  She loved the feeling of belonging to Carter, even if just for a
moment.

   "Give me the release form," she said.  "I'll sign it."

   Nikki handed her the form, but told her, "Give it to me tomorrow.  After
you've had a chance to think about it.  You're not in your right mind to
decide, I suspect."

   Gina nodded.  "I suppose I should put my clothes back on."

   "If you like," said Nikki.

   Gina got dressed.  Black lace bra, thong, short red dress.  Some
sensible flats.

   "I suppose I should take the collar off, too."

   "For some people they mean something profound," Nikki said.  "For some
they are a fashion accessory."

   "I think I want it to mean something profound," Gina said, and reached
behind her and unclasped it.  She put it on the desk.

   "Keep it," said Nikki.  "As a memento."

   Gina smiled.  "Thank you." She knew she might need something to remind
herself that it all really happened, and how it felt so right.  She picked
up the collar and put it in her bag.  "I'll be going, now.  I'll get that
form to you tomorrow.  Thank you, Dr.  Love."

   "Just Nikki is fine."

   "Thank you, Nikki."

   "You're very welcome."

   She hoisted the bag over her shoulder and headed toward her dorm room.
Out of habit, she pulled out her phone to check to see if she had any
messages.  There was one from Carter.  Judging from the timestamp, Carter
sent it right after leaving her.  It must have been the "thing" he had to
do.

   "Thursday, 8pm, wear the collar.  There's a club some of us go to at the
enclosed address.  I think you'll like it.  I'll be there.  If you show up,
your obedience is expected.  Carter."

   Not exactly love and kisses, thought Gina.  But love and kisses doesn't
seem to be what I want.