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 ï>¿The Shaping of the Slut Ch.  03 byCrimsonGirlÂ(C)

   The days passed swiftly, and very soon, it had been two weeks since I
had first done the unthinkable.  In those two weeks, I had done
"rehearsals" twice more, and when in retrospect, I looked back on that
short span of time, I realized, shocked, a fact which became impossible for
me to accept.  In fourteen days only, I had stripped naked four times, not
counting that evening where I had performed a private dance for my best
buddy.  This newly discovered part of me, this other Jade, she corrupted me
with a stupor of such magnitude that she had gotten me naked four times
when I had planned to do it only once at the end of the year.

   Still, sinfully, I was not fighting the temptation back.  Instead, I let
it take me to the unknown, excited by the sense of adventure.

   Our acting classes had long, two hour pauses from 11am to 13pm.  During
these, the Quarters usually depopulated until only a few students stayed
there, and these few were usually me and my gang.  That day though, instead
of staying with my buddies to talk about some intellectual or idiotic
subject, I approached Sarah who was sitting behind her desk.

   "Still no nudity today?" she asked, leaving her class documents. 
"You've done it quite often these last two weeks."

   "I wanted to talk about that, actually.  About being naked."

   "Have you changed your mind?  You can stop anytime, you know."

   "No, no, far from it.  In fact it's the complete opposite.  I wanted to
know if I could do it more often."

   She looked as if I had asked a question with the most obvious of
answers.

   "Of course you can!  This is your part, you alone must decide what makes
you most comfortable.  And between you and me, the more time you'll spend
naked this year, the more you'll get used to it; you've seen that
inspiration comes automatically once you're not wearing anything."

   "True but, what does the college regulation have to say about this?  I
mean, do I even have the right to get naked like that?"

   "Within context of this class, absolutely.  Anything outside the
Quarters would get you in trouble, and I won't hide to you that the college
is somewhat reluctant about the play.  But their agreement with me is that
as long as nothing more than nudity happens, they'll finance the play."

   Otherwise, we would have to look for other producers.  Our college's
Theater, the most respected one in the region, was a semi independent state
of it's own, financed by the college but operating largely on it's own by
presenting plays, shows and bands from all over.  In fact, it's only
programs produced by the college itself were the end of the year projects
of the Visual Arts, Music, and Theater programs.

   "I'm just afraid I'll go too far."

   Sarah looked surprised by my words.

   "Too far?  What do you mean by that?"

   "You know...this isn't casual nudity, not the type naturists and nudists
go for.  It's..."

   "Sexual nudity?" I nodded.  "You know Jade, that's mostly your doing. 
My instructions were only for you to be nude.  The way you use your
nakedness though, that all stems from you."

   I couldn't disagree.  Though I was just realizing it, it was true that
Sarah had asked no more than lack of clothing on my part.  The whore like,
seductive aspect of it through the use of my hands touching my body, my
hungry looks, my slut's dance the other day...  For these, I had no one to
blame but myself.

   "Should I stop doing all that?" I asked, fearful.

   "Stop it?  I think you should keep going.  You're delving into an
interesting character, some sort of Seductress."

   I thought of that, being a seductress.  True, seduction was what my
actions were when I was letting the slut's attitude take over me.  But it
wasn't the 'femme fatale" sort of seduction, one akin to a leash with which
a woman held dominion over men.  Quite the contrary, in fact.  The main
variable was that of the imbalance, and even though I took great pleasure
from it, it was still undeniably a sexist, one way situation.  The guys
weren't objectified, I was.  As much as I seduced them, I was the one
bereft of clothes, of power, and that manly strength which they conserved
over me seduced me.  In truth, I was the seduced one.  I spoke to her of
this.

   "The imbalance, again" she answered.  "This is a big thing that always
comes back, have you noticed?" She leaned towards me, visibly interested.
"That skit you did two weeks ago...it really intrigued me you know?  I was
fascinated by the story you concocted, with the lone female employee
dancing nude for her male colleges.  What made you come up with it?"

   "I don't know.  Some sort of instinct maybe?  I just..." I hesitated to
speak.  I felt ashamed of the thoughts that went in my mind.  Sarah smiled
comfortingly.

   "Go on Jade, don't be afraid.  Forget that I'm your teacher, we've been
girl pals for two and a half years now."

   That was certainly true.  My relationship with Sarah was very much
similar to Isabel's.  Though the latter had a place in my heart almost as
great as Alex's, Sarah was still a close friend who transcended her being
my teacher.  Less hesitant, I spoke :

   "I don't know, it's strange...  I found that idea, well...arousing. 
That you would have this lone female employee who gives up on her equality
with her male colleges.  Not legally mind you, but in terms of her
relationship with them.  That even though she's as smart or talented as
them, she ends up on all fours, naked.  That the only female in a group is
also the only one naked.  Isabel would think it's despicable but...well I
find it kind of hot."

   I was constantly fearful of a potential cry of anger denouncing
misogyny. Instead, Sarah seemed enthralled.

   "You're a fascinating girl, Jade.  Simply fascinating.  We had one
aspect of the play, the Seduction one, this part of you that teases and
flirts with the boys, but now you've touched on another aspect.  Something
to do with sexism, with the men holding something you don't have, power or
status.  I want you to think of this for the next weeks, alright?"

   "Alright.  I'll do my best, but can you help me with this?  If you have
exercises that could help me, I'd appreciate it."

   "I'll tell you if I ever think of something.  Go on like that Jade,
you're on the right track.  We might just have an amazing play yet"

   The break went by and the girls returned to the class.  I saw Isabel
coming inside, alone.  I jumped from my chair to go talk to her.  She was
usually surrounded by other girls whose stares were so intense that I could
not approach her without being drowned in shyness, I thus ran to talk to
her whenever she was alone.

   "Hey!" I said.

   "Hey..."

   My wide smile was being returned with the air of a horse.  Still, I let
it not break me, and kept my happy demeanour.

   "Let's go the cinema this Saturday!" I said.

   She removed her arm from my grip.

   "I'm busy this weekend..."

   I took her arm again.

   "Come on!" I pleaded.  "You know I'm scared of the dark, I'll need my
big sis with me."

   She cracked and finally smiled, albeit in a manner most aloof.

   "Fine, fine...  Which movie do we go see?"

   "Whichever you want.  I just wanna hang out with you.  Almost haven't
talked to you these last two weeks..."

   "Hmm...  Well, Saturday as you said."

   And she joined back the other girls before I could answer.  Convincing
myself that she was just harbouring a very little bit of resentment, I
emulated her, going back to my own gang.  There, the boys and I went back
to talking about the play and the potential "scenes" which could be
involved in it.

   "So," Hugo said.  "We begin with the first aspect of woman, which is
Seduction.  Jade comes in and starts looking at us, rubbing herself with
her hands and all that good stuff...  Then, if I remember correctly, it's
the dance, right?"

   I nodded.  Inspired by our improvisational skit, we had decided to
include a similar sequence in the play where I would perform an erotic
dance for the boys.  They had enjoyed it greatly, so why not do it?  I was
beginning to notice that making them happy seemed to be the only concern my
mind could conjure.  What I wanted myself was a mystery.  Perhaps my
desires and theirs were one and the same?  A logical thought, for after
all, I wanted to be nude in their presence, and nothing about their
demeanour suggested otherwise anymore.  They did not hide their smirks
anymore, and every time we hung out, I had to give them playful taps for
peeking at my boobs, even thought they were covered by layers of clothes.
Rarely now would my gaze meet theirs, since theirs was mostly directed
downwards, though that saddened me not.  On the contrary, I found it
terribly amusing.

   My participation in the artistic discussion was brought to a momentary
halt as I had to go to the bathroom.  After being done there, I decided to
lighten up the day a little.  Though I was afraid of overdoing my nudity
and incurring additional wrath from the girls, the urge to be seen naked
was too great, and so I shut myself inside one of the toilets, stripped
until nothing covered me anymore, and took out my cellphone, taking pics of
me which I sent to Alex.  The naughty little act amused me, plus, I had
always wondered what sending nudes would feel like.  As I walked back to
the class, I realized I had taken a route I shouldn't have.  It led me to
the "white column", an eloquently named white column erected in the middle
of the hallways.  It was infamous for pretty much being home to Abdel and
Yussuf, who spent their entire breaks standing against it while checking
out girls and getting some numbers.  That is, when they weren't being led
around by their Lord Isac.

   "Hey hottie, how you doin'?"

   "Good, until I saw you."

   Yussuf went behind me and leaned down, looking right at my ass.

   "Daaamn girl!  Never saw you wear yoga pants THIS tight!  Can I slap
your ass?"

   I turned around with my hand ready to launch off.

   "Yeah, but then I'll give YOU a slap bigger than the one Isac got."

   "Yo, he's still crazy mad at you for that."

   "If only I gave an atom of a shit."

   "Well you should, bitch.  That and learn your fucking place."

   "Excuse me?"

   "That's right.  When a man talks to you, you answer back with respect,
and when you owe him a nude, you send him one."

   "Is that how you guys perceive women?"

   "Yeah" Abdel answered proudly.

   I shook my head, knowing I was sparring with idiots.  I could've
understood why the twins would hold such views on gender given their mother
culture, but Isac and the rest of his court, infamous for holding
incredibly sexist views, puzzled me.  What frustrated me most though, was
trying to understand why so many of this bunch of assholes were so
attractive?  Everyone knew that girls, for the most part, like macho boys.
In my case, that guilty weakness seemed to be even stronger.

   No, I told myself sternly.  I could not be attracted to the likes of
Abdel and Yussuf.  To do so would be to relinquish my self respect as a
woman.

   "I'll make this clear guys, tell Isac to go fuck himself.  I'm not the
sort of girl that...that sends nudes..."

   More than quickly, I escaped their presence and went back to the
Quarters, sitting down next to Alex again.  He turned to me with an amused
look.

   "What?" I asked, knowing full well why he was giving me said look.

   "Your eyes look beautiful in this pic."

   I laughed.

   "Stop it, idiot.  I didn't send it to show you my eyes."

   "Whatever the reason, you should send me one every night."

   I punched his arm.

   "Fuck you, I'm not an object." I answered, still playful, though perhaps
trying to compensate for the feelings which had stirred in me when speaking
to Abdel and Yussuf.

   "What are you talking about?" Issa asked.  I showed him the photos on my
phone.  "Oh..." he said, definitely not expecting that.  "Well, uhm...nice
I guess..."

   The boys being confused when confronted with my nudity still made me
chuckle because of how adorable it was.

   "You're so cute" I said.

   "So are you" he replied.  "Especially when naked."

   I punched him too before discussing the shape of my boobs with him.  We
were zooming in close in the picture, inspecting and commenting on every
small detail together, when Sarah approached me.

   "About our discussion earlier Jade, I might have an exercise for you."

   "What is it?"

   "It requires you to get naked."

   I smiled and looked at the boys, sending them all a flirtatious air.

   "Then I'm up for it."

   "I warn you, you might be a little uncomfortable, but doing the exercise
will help you discover a lot about your approach for the play."

   Though slightly wary, I still trusted Sarah.

   "Ok."

   She called for the class's attention and asked everyone to sit in front
of the stage, everyone except for Alex and I who had to go on it.

   "So what are we supposed to do?" I asked, lost.

   "For this exercise to work, I'll need you to follow Alex.  You can't
know what must happen, you have to give control over to him and do as he
says.  Are you comfortable with that?"

   I nodded.  I would've trusted the whole gang with that, so trusting Alex
was not even a question worth asking,

   "I am."

   "Good girl."

   She whispered a few instructions into Alex's ears before going down the
stage to sit with the rest of the class.  I just noticed that, during my
conversation with her, Alex had brought a few props from the prop room, the
most important of all being the "stake", a simple, vertical wooden post
which we had used to burn a witch played by Isabel.  Alex turned to me.  I
still waited, anxious, even slightly scared of what was to come.  That's
when my heart stopped, for I just noticed that, next to the post, there was
also some rope.

   "Raise your arms" he said.

   I did, not uttering a single question even though my head was bursting
with them.  He took my shirt and raised it over me, removing it through my
arms which he then lowered again.  He knelt and took off my shoes before
unbuttoning my jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down.  I was feeling
the awkwardness of thirty people converge towards me.  I had gotten naked
before and even then, the silence and discomfort had been unbearable.  But
now?  Now I was BEING stripped naked by a man!  He reached for my socks.

   "Not them" I whispered.  "It's cold."

   "Sarah wants you totally nude."

   "But the floor's cold..."

   He gave me a hard look, one of those he used on me when I acted up too
much.  As always when he did, I went silent, and let him take off my socks.
He removed my bra, letting my boobs fall out, free and exposed, and knelt
one last time to slowly pull down my panties.  I removed one foot at a time
from the underwear, caressing his face with my bare foot as I did so, then
stood for him with nothing to protect my modesty.  He had me raise my arms
above my head again and grabbed my wrists together with one hand, placing
my back and ass against the post.  After telling me to stand on the tip of
my toes so that the soles of my feet would touch the post, he took the
rope, tied my wrists together and tied that same know to the post,
repeating the same process with my ankles.  Oh god, I thought, oh
god...this was crazy...

   Just as I thought that this public humiliation, this transforming me
into some sort of Roman era slave was over, I noticed a final prop which
Alex had brought from the prop room.  It was a cloth.  He tied it around my
neck and shoved it in my mouth, using it as a gag.  As a finishing touch,
he removed my hair tie and let my black locks fall all over my exposed
torso.  I could neither speak nor feel a shred of modesty.  Sarah began to
speak as Alex left me on the stage, alone.

   "I want you all to look at her body in silence.  Not only must she get
used to the discomfort of a situation like that, but I also need everyone
to be comfortable looking at her so there's a team synergy.  So from now
on, silence."

   And silence there was.  My face was red, and I could feel it in the
merciless warmth that had converged there.  I was suffocating from shame.
What had I done to deserve being humiliated so?  I was being treated
exactly as an ancient prisoner would have been.  There was no acting, it
was all being done for real.  I was ACTUALLY naked, ACTUALLY restrained,
ACTUALLY gagged, ACTUALLY humiliated beyond mercy.  It would have been no
different had I been an actual Athenian slave punished for misbehaviour,
everything would have been the same.  I could feel the stares, I felt them
like thirty pairs of hands groping my body with so much attention that I
felt the shame drown me.

   These were my classmates, they had known me for two years, some for even
longer, and now I was being brought down to the most humiliating and
lowliest of statuses before them.  I moved my hands and feet but could only
do so until the ropes strained with a relaxing, wooden like sound, holding
me in place.  The pole was against my ass and back, but the front of me was
exposed to the whole rest of the Quarters.  And all my classmates looked at
me, clad and clothed and comfortable while I was naked, uncomfortable, tied
and humiliated and gagged.  It was so unfair, so unfair, and so good...

   God did I feel horny.  The useless pushing of my toes against the ground
and of my hands trying to liberate themselves made the ropes strain and
creak, and that creaking sounded almost like a raspy moan I would've moaned
had there not been a gag in my mouth.

   Because of how I was tied against the pole, my breasts were brought
outwards even more, and their volume was even greater because of that, and
everyone saw them move up and down with my breathing.  I looked down, and
met Isabel's gaze.  She with whom I spoke so often about the mistreatment
of women, now she looked at me in this state, totally naked, held by ropes
like an animal.  I looked at the boys.  It felt so sexy to be like that for
them...  I was so aroused...

   Sarah declared the exercise done and had us take a ten minute break. 
The class emptied, including Sarah, and only Alex remained there, as he
went up the stage.

   "Mmmmhhhh..." the gag made me say as I pleaded for him to untie me.  He
crossed his arms, smiling.

   "Why should I?  I like you this way."

   "Mmmmmhhhhh..."

   "Alright, I'm only taking the gag off."

   "Asshole" I spat once he removed the cloth.  "Untie me and give me my
clothes."

   He still did not budge, instead preferring to lust over my body with his
eyes.

   "Nah, I don't think I will.  You look way too hot like this."

   He moved even closer to me, putting his eyes at only a few inches of my
moving breasts.

   "Alex..." I pleaded.  "Pleaaaase, this isn't funny..."

   "You're right.  I'd rather qualify this as incredibly sexy."

   The comment made me pause for a bit, and I started savouring the moment.

   "You're enjoying this, aren't you, you pervert?"

   "I am." He raised his gaze and looked me straight in the eyes.  "And so
are you."

   "No I'm not."

   "I know it when you lie Jade..."

   I tried holding a stern face, but it fast crumbled with a laugh that
shook my breasts.

   Smiling naughtily, I bit my lip, made hungry by his undefeatability in
the game of flirt.

   "Alright, you win.  It's kind of fun.  Especially with you right here.
When everyone was watching though, it was so humiliating..."

   Immediately, his demeanour shifted and he turned into that protective
figure of mine, caressing my hair to comfort me.

   "Are you feeling uncomfortable baby?  I'll untie you right now if you
want."

   "Don't worry, I'm fine.  Untie me when the break's over.  Right now, I'm
very comfortable..."

   Even with my assurances that all was fine, his protective instincts
remained.  We savoured the moment in silence.  He enjoyed the sight of my
nude, tied body, and I enjoyed his delicate, loving caress on my hair.  I
felt like on a cloud.  So vulnerable, with no clothing to protect me and
with ropes to stop me from moving.  And yet, I felt more safe in that
moment than I ever had before.  This feeling of drunkenness obliterated my
conscious mind.  I wasn't thinking anymore.  The arousal carried me on it's
wings.

   "Touch me."

   I didn't even know where the words came from.  They just left my lips.
Alex became immobile for a few seconds, then his gaze went back to my eyes.
As rare as it was, one could sometimes see doubt in that confident young
man's face.  I had just managed to cause one of those rare moments.  He
looked at me, dubious and unsure.  Perhaps even uneasy.  I wasn't. 
Struggling against the ropes, I brought myself forward as much as I could,
inviting him with gaze and body.  Timidly and slowly, he placed an unsure
hand over my stomach.  The sudden cold from feeling another body made me
shiver.  With my look, I asked him to go on.  His palm and fingers
travelled upwards for a few instants...then went back down, and took hold
of my waist.  There, he stroked my naked skin, running his harsh, rugged
palm down to my legs, then up all the way to where my breasts started, and
back and forth in this manner.  In itself, the gesture was barely erotic,
being the sort of decent show of love couples indulged in when in public.
What made both Alex and I sweat and breathe harder than after a marathon,
what made our heads spin in a drunken stupor of arousal, was how sexualized
I was.

   It was a good thing that I was tied up.  Not only because of the arousal
it gave me, but because, had there been no ropes, I would have jumped on
Alex to kiss him on the lips.

   We heard the others coming back, and Alex undid the rope, kindly
massaging my wrists in case they hurt.  As we went back down the stage, he
handed me my clothes.  I ignored him and kept on walking towards the guys.

   "I don't need them" was all I said on the subject.

   Instead of sitting back in my chair I decided, without even thinking
about it, to sit on Ari's lap with my hands against his chiselled chest.  I
had never, ever sat on anyone's lap, not even Alex's.  He and all the guys
reacted to the gesture with silent awkwardness, but decided not to mention
anything, and we kept on talking about the play as if nothing strange was
going on.  At first I felt my friend's muscles to be tense, and for him to
be reserved, but after a few minutes went by, he wrapped an arm around my
waist, holding me against him.  It felt amazing.  My casual guy friend had
me sitting on his lap, naked, my bare butt touching him, and he held me as
a boyfriend would hold his girlfriend.

   "You're still pretty good with sub-machine guns" he said as we conversed
like always about our online video game duels.  It was always about
comparing statistics, how powerful a weapon was compared to another one,
how better we were than the other...  That sort of conversation used to
make me feel as manly as Ari.  After all, all that would come out of my
mouth would be the typical testosterone, gun blazing Michael Bay-ish speech
of the typical young man.  But now, I felt in no way defeminized, I felt in
no way robbed of my femininity.  There was no more pretending I was as
harsh and strong as him.  The truth that I was more vulnerable and fragile
was there for all to see.  As time went by, I sat on the lap of each and
every one of my friends, and the feeling changed not.  Even with Liang or
Sodden; guys by no means devoid of virility but more nerdy than confident;
even with them, I felt protected.  They felt like men, and I like a woman,
and nothing could make me forget that, when my nudity was held by their
clothed strength.

   I felt so slutty.  Every single one of my guy friends enjoyed me sitting
on their laps, my breasts right in their faces as I flirtatiously played
with their hair or stroked the back of their necks...  Most girls would do
that only with their boyfriends, and even then, boyfriends they had been
dating for a long enough amount of time.  I, on the other hand, was sharing
this intimacy of mine with seven guys who were but my buddies.  When
sitting on Hugo's lap, the latter's nose brushed my boobs for a split
second.  I preferred not mentioning it.  When sexual tension would be at
it's apex as it was now, awkwardness would become a fun variable.  That's
how great the transformative power of this sort of slutty demeanour was, it
could transform awkwardness, this feared, reviled emotion, into something
one would pray for.  I looked down to Hugo, and savoured how manly he felt,
holding me this way.  I could not process the fact that I usually ordered
him around.  The very idea felt strange when I was naked for him this way.
I couldn't even imagine giving him any orders or scolding him.  He felt too
strong, and I, to fragile for that to be conceivable.

   Having shared my nude proximity with the rest of the boys, I ended the
circle by doing the same with Alex.  He was the most direct, caressing my
bare back and shoulders with his hands always at an atom's distance of my
breasts.  To my pleasure though, his hands went down, and began stroking my
legs.  It felt amazing, so much so that, after a while, I couldn't stop
myself from wrapping my arms around his neck, and hugging him.

   By hugging, I do mean crushing my entire body against him.  My eyes were
closed, but I could tell by the sudden silence in the Quarters that
everybody had stopped to look at what I was doing.  I didn't care.  I
tightened myself against his clothed body.  I wanted him to feel my skin
against his.  Though I believed this hug couldn't get more intimate, he
wrapped his arms around me, and tightened me unto him even further.  I felt
a gentle kiss on my neck.  As I ended the embrace, I moved my leg a little
further into his crotch, and there I felt hardness, stone like hardness.  I
couldn't blame him, not with my own solid nipples that almost grazed
against his face.  It was the first time I had ever hugged someone when
wearing nothing.

   Eventually the day ended.  Though I had not planned for it be spent
nude, it ended up being so to my great joy.  What had been planned though,
was for us to hang out at Alex's place in the evening, and so we did. 
Beers were brought, chips were served, and both the TV and conversations
were on.  It was just another casual evening for our gang.  Initially, I
was participating in a conversation with Ari and Hugo about the properties
of wine.  They seemed not too literate on the subject, though I was
comparing them to myself, one with Spanish roots where wine was as common
as water.  As the sun lowered, though, I began finding myself bored.  The
guys clearly enjoyed all that talking and chilling out.  I, on the other
hand, was again feeling this old boredom of mine.  How could I find this
all interesting, I thought?  A few hours prior, I had been totally naked,
tied up, sweaty, I had been indulging in madness, in the wild.  Now, the
usual had come back to chain me.  I was boringly clothed, and worst of all,
boringly acting as if I was just one of the guys.

   Well I wasn't one of them.  Nor could I keep acting like it.  Alex's
words rang in my mind.  "If I could have it my way, you would be forbidden
to wear clothes." In other words, I would always be naked.  Always...

   Even outside of acting class.  That's what the words meant.  I thought
about it.  Dancing naked for Alex in his very house had felt incredible. 
Now I found myself in that same place again, only with seven guys around me
instead of just one.  Could I truly do this?  A great amount of guilt began
building up inside of me.  If I shed my clothes in college, it was because
of the play.  It was for art.  Doing it outside of acting class in such a
casual setting would strip that away from me.

   I scoffed.  Even within acting class, I wasn't doing it for the play.  I
wasn't doing it for "art." Art was about effort, talent, challenge.  Me
shaking my ass on all fours in an improv skit was objectification, not art.
I had already started acting like a slut.  Whatever decency I had was
already lost.  Why not just let my instincts drive me forward, then?  After
taking a long breath, I scrounged up the courage to speak.

   "Guys.  I wanna ask you something."

   "No I'm not lending you my laptop" Chris quickly declared.

   "Not that, idiot" I laughed.  "No, I wanna ask you guys something
else..."

   They waited for more, but my shyness kept the words from coming out.

   "Well go on, what is it?" Issa asked, confused.  None of them seemed to
guess what I was about to say.

   "You know, I was thinking about...about me being naked.  I know we all
really enjoy it, I mean, I feel super comfortable being nude around you
guys, and I don't need to guess that you like it too.  Of course I've been
doing it for the play, but we're not gonna act like we don't enjoy it on a
basic level too...  So I was thinking, if you guys are ok with it...  If
maybe I could be naked outside of school too, sometimes.  We won't even
need to mention it, we'll just chill out like we do all the time.  I'll
just be naked." There was only silence, and seven stares weighing on me
awkwardly.  "I just think it'll be more fun that way."

   Finally, Liang broke the silence.

   "I think so too."

   And his approval was followed by that of all the rest of the gang, with
happy nods and hungry smirks.  Not waiting any longer, I got up and undid
my hair tie.

   "Let's start now then!" I joyfully declared, removing every one of those
boring, suffocating clothes.  My skin felt all the air around me, like a
breath finally taken after minutes of being strangled.  I threw away my
socks and sat down again, completely naked.  We went back to casually
conversing, but this time, everyone could feel that the energy was far more
electric and fun.  Everything felt more alive, and so did I.  What a slut I
was acting like...  Now no more excuses could be made to try and defend my
honour.  As long as I would have kept my nakedness within the confines of
the Quarter, I could've used the play as an excuse.  Now, there was none.
And I didn't care.  My guy friends were enjoying the sight of my tits,
legs, back, feet, all of it, and I enjoyed how alone I was in my nudity. 
Chris and I began playing a game of chess without mentioning my lack of
clothes, though I did everything in my power to distract him; crossing my
legs so one would sit on top of the other in the most feminine of ways, as
well as bringing out my breasts as Sarah had shown me how to.  The poor boy
tried desperately to play, but his eyes could not keep away from my legs
and chest for longer than a few instants.  And thus the evening went by,
and as far as I knew, it was starting to be the most entertaining hangout
we ever had.

   That evening passed, and so did others, until the weekend finally came.
To my absolute joy, I was finally spending time with Isabel after so many
days of having her almost separated from me.  We saw a typical romantic
comedy, old fashioned and tailored to manipulate me into crying a few
times. Thankfully, my big sis was there to wipe my tears, and by the time
we were leaving the projection screen, I was laughing again at the
countless shitty jokes she pulled out of her joke book.

   "How about this one?  How did I leave Iraq?  I ran."

   "This is so fucking bad!" I laughed.

   "Alright, I'm leaving this shit away for now, hah!"

   We found seats in the arcade game section of the cinema.

   "Ah god, feels good to rest my legs" I said.

   "You've just been sitting for two hours you lazy pig"

   "I don't care, I have shitty legs.  They're can't even get me to walk
for too long before I start bitching."

   "They might be shitty but at least they look great."

   I turned to her, unsure of what to say.  Complimenting one another was
nothing new to us, Isabel was a beautiful girl and the guys seemed to agree
that I was relatively hot, and we never had felt any shame in praising each
others tits and asses.  But whenever we did, we did it with so much
lightness in our voices that not a single word could be taken too
seriously. Isabel's comments about my legs were spoken with utmost gravity,
and that same seriousness was in her facial expression.

   "Thanks..." I muttered, trying to remain happy looking.  "Why, do you
spend a lot of time looking at them?"

   "You're the one who spends a lot of time showing everything."

   I froze.  Fuck.  We had spent the whole day without mentioning...that.
Why did she have to start?

   "You know, Sarah told me she's considering having another kid."

   "Don't change the subject Jade.  I was talking about your behaviour."

   "What behaviour?"

   "Don't start acting stupid with me.  Listen, I really wanted us to have
a fun day, but we HAVE to talk about this.  I'm getting very worried about
you.  You're getting worse."

   "Oh come on, it's not like I have a sickness either."

   "No, but you have a very, very harmful attitude that's starting to get
worse.  I was all up for you rehearsing one last time in May and then doing
the play, and even then, I was VERY unhappy but at least I went with it. 
But now, you're just pushing the boundary of what's acceptable.  You're not
doing it for the play anymore, everyone in the class knows it now."

   "I don't care what the other girls think about me."

   "No but you should care about your dignity.  For fuck's sake Jade, do I
really have to tell you what's wrong with your behaviour?  We've been
talking about the sexualization of women for two years now!"

   "I know..."

   "Then why do you keep doing it?!  You know damn well there's a problem
with society and you willingly inflict it on yourself with no problem at
all!  In fact forget my question, I know why you do it.  It's because you
enjoy it."

   My face went white.

   "I...no I don't, it's just..."

   "Stop it, everyone can see how hard your nipples are when those perverts
are fondling you."

   "They're not fondling me Isabel."

   "They might as well!  You're fucking sitting naked on their laps like
some hooker from the corner of the street!  And even then, these women want
something in return!  What do YOU get in return from that?"

   I sighed.

   "Well you said it yourself.  Enjoyment.  I get enjoyment out of it. 
What's wrong if I like it?"

   "What's wrong?!  Jade, I've known girls who were called sluts for
sending one or two selfies to classmates.  THAT is not even a MILLIONTH of
what you're doing in this class!  It's slutty Jade, it's sluttier than
anything I've ever seen!" Isabel stopped in the middle of her scolding me.
She just noticed the tears that were appearing in my eyes.  "What's is it?"
she asked, suddenly sweeter.

   "What is it?!  Fuck, you've never talked to me like that!  You're
calling me a fucking slut!"

   "I'm not calling you a slut, I'm saying...I'm saying that what you're
doing is slutty."

   "Forgive me if I'm not smart enough to see the difference."

   "Alright, alright," she whispered, hugging me.  "Forget it, you're
right. Slut is a misogynistic word.  Women should have the right to have
their sexuality without any shame, that's what feminists, female and male
both fought for.  That's not what makes me mad, Jade."

   "Really?  Because if I started fucking a different guy every night, I
think you'd be mad at me."

   "Do you want me to be completely honest?  I'd rather have you do one
night stands all the time.  At least it would be better than this."

   My mouth couldn't have been gaping wider.

   "Better than this?  The most I ever did was sit on their laps and hug
them when I was naked!  How does that even compare to straight up having
sex with someone?"

   "It doesn't compare, it's worse.  There's nothing wrong with sleeping
with as many guys as you want, not my cup of tea, sure, but more power to
you if you want to.  There's nothing wrong with it because you're on
perfectly equal terms when doing so, you're having as much fun as he is and
you're sharing the same level of intimacy.  You on the other hand?  It's
sexism, pure sexism.  You're just being objectified!  There's not a hint of
equality there, the guys are clothed, the guys are sitting down, having
fun, and you're the only one naked, dancing and posing for them and sitting
on their laps...  It's a completely one way thing!  The woman's completely
disadvantaged while the men are having all the fun in the world!  How can
you not be disgusted by that?!" Because that's the very reason I'm enjoying
it, I wished I had the courage to say.  "Just think about it in terms of
clothing.  Clothing has always been a proof of power in society.  You know
who were the ones not wearing clothes back in ancient times?  Slaves,
prisoners, all that bunch!  Sarah keeps saying the play is a microcosm of
womanhood versus manhood.  Well fuck me then!  That means that YOU
represent women, and it just so happens that the woman is the only one
sexualised and naked."

   "But you can argue that it celebrates female sexuality, what's wrong
with that?"

   "It's the fact that it uses an actress do to so.  You're an actress,
ACTress.  You ACT.  You pretend, you give the ILLUSION of a character. 
When I was doing that witch, two years ago, I wasn't actually cursing the
rest of the group with Latin incantations, I don't even speak Latin!  That
was acting, pretending to be a witch.  What pretending is there with you?
You're not acting, you're actually naked, you're actually showing them your
body, there's actual sexual tension!  That's not acting."

   "You don't need to tell me any of that, I'm conscious of it all."

   That made Isabel's anger far greater than before.

   "Then it's even worse.  I could've forgiven a clueless person.  Look, I
get it, you seem to have your little kinks.  Some exhibitionism and
definitely a penchant for bondage too-"

   I stopped her.

   "Woah, woah...what?" I said.  "Bondage?"

   "Oh come on Jade, I'm into getting tied by my boyfriend, I know a fellow
kinkster when I see one.  That was the whole point of Sarah's...exercise,
the other day, seeing your reaction to being tied up like that.  Everyone
could see you were MADLY turned on.  What I don't understand is how you can
enjoy being degraded.  I only allow my boyfriend, a guy I love and trust to
tie me, and even then, ONLY in complete intimacy.  You enjoyed getting tied
up for a BUNCH of guys who are just casual male friends.  This is fucked!
Can you explain to me what exactly attracts you in that?"

   A long sigh left my throat.  Fearfully, I began explaining the inner
workings of my mind.

   "You remember when I said, last year, how I don't feel like a girl
within the gang?  I mean I love playing those shooters and watching sports,
but shit, I'm still a girl.  It's nice that they call me "dude" but... 
That's not what I am.  But when I'm naked and they're clothed..." A shiver
went through my body as a smile formed on my lips.  "Fuck it feels good...I
feel so vulnerable then.  And you were right, clothing is power, it's
stature, it's might.  So suddenly they become these strong men while I'm so
fragile.  And I feel so protected.  I feel more protected than when I'm
clothed, because now there's no more pretending that I don't need to be
looked after.  I'm feminine and they're manly when I'm nude and they're
not. I feel like a woman, Isabel, I feel feminine in a way I never do."

   When I finally managed to pull myself out of my verbalized rumination, I
noticed Isabel's defeated look.  What else did I expect from her?  Of
course she was going to react negatively...

   "What?" I asked, confused by the intensity of my friend's disbelief.

   "Jade, can you even hear yourself?  You're regurgitating the same
backwards philosophy of traditional gender roles!  That men are strong and
women are weak, that we're meant to be delicate little flowers to be
protected!  Those were the exact grounds on which the oppression of women
was built, can't you see it?"

   "I can, and I know.  But what if...what if I actually like those roles?
What if I do want to be delicate and the boys to be strong?"

   She shook her dead as if denying the very existence of the words I had
just said.

   "No, no, no.  You can't "like" that oppressive ideology, you can't.  You
have to be strong, to stand up for yourself, to be independent!  You're the
only girl in that gang, and you're willingly accepting that the girl is the
sole one naked.  You're saying THAT is your place as a woman."

   "But what if I WANT that place as a woman?"

   Isabel had enough.  Enraged, she got up.

   "I have to go" she declared drily.  "My boyfriend's waiting for me.  It
took us time, you know?  Between him and I.  It took us weeks, took us
trust, took us intimacy, before we even allowed one another the luxury of
looking at our bodies.  Now look at you, what does it take for you?  Just
one look?  A smile, if you're feeling prudish?  Keep going down that road
and in no time you'll get naked for other guys you're not even that close
with.  Hell, as far as I know you'll happily start giving your friends
blowjobs..."

   The last words were spat with disgust such as I had never heard in my
life.  She left me right there, alone in the movie theater.  A few hours
later, she would text me, apologising for her anger, but nevertheless
maintaining every point she had made.  Though the text ended with
reassuring words of love for her "little sister", I still knew, deep down,
that my big sis was slipping away from me...



   The Shaping of the Slut Ch.  04 byCrimsonGirlÂ(C)

   A quick notice for readers who began since Chapter.01; at this point
there will start to be a shift in the sexual theme of the story.  I believe
I'm getting close to having milked the purely exhibitionist angle of the
story dry, so eventually the themes will begin changing a little.  While
the CMNF and exhibitionist aspect will always be present, the story at this
point will begin to take roads that go beyond simple exhibitionism.  By the
next chapter, the category will probably have shifted to something else. 
That said, enjoy!

   *****

   The passing of time swept September away from us as the cold autumn
winds swept the leaves from the trees, leaving them bare and naked.  It was
fitting then, that my body should know the same feeling.  Our gang had
settled on a simple, direct policy, that my body be bereft of clothing half
of the time.  My nudity had now settled into daily fun as I was bare for
the pleasure of my guy friends fifty percent of the time; percentage which
included our hangouts outside of college.

   Even there, it had become a daily occurrence for me to be naked.  We
would watch sports together, shouting for our teams and cursing their
adversaries, and no one mentioned that I was completely naked in the midst.
Of this I told nothing to Isabel, for I dared not imagine what her reaction
would be when hearing that these sessions of indulging in typical macho
behaviour such as drinking beer while watching football were also
punctuated by the only girl there being totally nude.  During one of those
games, the camera had zoomed on one of those low neckline shirt wearing
blondes shaking their boobs

   "Pfff, they can't even do it right" I said.  "This is how you do it" And
I made my own breasts move to prove my point.

   The guys jokingly applauded me.

   "You're a real pro at this" Ari said.

   "You should go there like this and show them how a real girl does it"
Hugo added.

   "You crazy?  I'd never go outside like this."

   He winked at me.

   "Oh I bet you could."

   Maybe he was right.  Maybe I was underestimating my capacity for being
slutty.  After all, two months prior, I would've killed someone had they
told me it was in my character to be casually naked around seven guys who
were my best friends.

   That really was the most entertaining part of it, the casual aspect. 
Within the Quarters, we would often talk endlessly about the fact that I
was not wearing anything, since that was the well from which we pulled all
our inspiration,.  But when just hanging out, we acted the same as when I
was clothed, rarely mentioning my nudity.

   All our traditional activities were suddenly more enjoyable, from
playing chess to gaming, to watching movies to just talking.  The latter
was probably the most fun, since I usually did it sitting on every one of
the guy's laps at a time, either with my hands against their chests or my
arms around their necks in a half hug which had me feeling their breaths
against my boobs.

   Another evening, it seemed we had exhausted all possible conversation
topics for the day, and instead of treading through awkward silence, Ari
had an idea.

   "Jade, how about you do a little dance for us?"

   I looked down to him, (I was sitting on his lap) and frowned.

   "How about never?  I'm not your personal stripper, asshole..."

   You're sitting on his lap completely naked with his lips almost touching
your tits...  I told myself, aware of the hypocrisy.  Suddenly, he wrapped
an arm around my waist and squeezed me against him, feeling all the mass of
my boobs on his chest.  My face was close enough for him to kiss.

   "Come on girl, just one dance.  You know how hot you look when you're
dancing."

   I felt imprisoned in how close he held me.  I felt his, at his mercy.  I
could refuse, my logical mind knew it, but my instincts saw only my naked
vulnerability, dominated by a man who held me.  In that mindset, there was
no refusing, but that didn't matter anymore.  Suddenly, I felt like doing
it.

   "Alright then" I whispered, then left a kiss on his cheek before putting
the music on.  My dance was as every bit as torrid and sexual as the last
one, but then I began varying my position, going back and forth between
being on all fours below the boys and kneeling on the couch.  As the
arousal became greater, I began mild physical contact with the guys, at
first suggestively running my hands across their chests, then lowering
myself to shake my ass against their laps.  As I kept throwing sweat around
with every move of my body, I suddenly felt a touch.  Alex was slowly
caressing my back.  It was only my back, nothing erotic about it, and yet I
still felt as if a whole tsunami of steaming water washed over me, and
every drop of it's water carried the arousal of a thousand souls.  I shook
my ass for him even more eagerly, as a way to thank him.

   That day I had been tied on the stage, I had asked him to touch me.  He
had only caressed the side of my body, but we both knew I wanted more,
yearned for more.  We had never gone back to the subject after weeks. 
Perhaps it was time to consider ridding myself of another boundary?  To go
further into this world I was exploring?  The vocabulary I was bestowing to
the notion was far too gentle.  Ridding myself of more of my honour, of my
self-respect as a woman, was more accurate.

   But even with all the shame I was feeling, the frequency of my getting
naked only got greater.  Out of the four days we had acting classes, two of
them I now spent totally nude from morning till the end of day.

   The day was a Thursday, and as always, the boys and I were discussing
and rehearsing scenes, often letting other topics guide us adrift.  While
our gang had, understandably, very quickly warmed up to the idea of
sexualizing me on an almost daily basis, it took more time for the girls to
get comfortable with the idea, albeit whilst still standing firmly opposed
to it.  Because of this, they finally started passing me by when walking
through the class instead of staying as far away from me as possible.

   Unfortunately, that rule still applied to Isabel, whose conversations
with me were getting progressively shorter and fewer.  Instead of letting
the mix of anger and sadness took over me, I focused on the fact that Hugo
was holding me against him.  No one mentioned it, I just calmly stood
there, looking at my Facebook feed on my phone with nothing to cover me
while he held me.  His rock hard erection was clearly felt on my ass.  I
didn't care.  I turned my head, causing our noses to touch one another, and
looked at him, in this embrace as intimate as that of married couples, and
yet as sexist and unfair as that of the worst patriarchal regimes.

   "I'm easy, ain't I?" I asked.

   "Why do you say that?" he breathed against my lips.

   "Look at me.  I get naked for my guy friends and now I even cuddle like
that with all of you.  I'm a very easy girl."

   "In my book easy girls are sluts."

   My eyebrows jumped a bit.  I brushed his bearded face with my seductive
fingers.

   "And I'm not?  I do a lot of slutty things..."

   "Well, you've started being a little slutty, but I've seen worse.  Once
I saw a girl so drunk she sucked two dicks in the same night.  I never saw
anything "easier" than that."

   I laughed and pushed him away with the top of my fingers.

   "Well that sure ain't happening with me."

   I looked at him, at his clothed figure, at his hands...  I wished he
would just grab me and run his hands across my bare body.  Maybe that's why
I always arched my back without thinking now.

   Perhaps, instinctively, my corporal language begged my buddies to touch
my boobs.  Oh god, it would feel so fucking amazing...

   I shook my head.  I couldn't get THAT slutty.  There had to be a goddamn
limit.  But was I not already letting them touch me, technically?  "Not the
same thing," the ethical part of me said.  They would only grab my waist,
caress my shoulders and back, sometimes even the legs, and though hugging
them tight when nude was incredibly physical, it still did not compare to
having their hands fondling my butt.

   I noticed Liang approaching me.

   "Uh, Jade, you might wanna put clothes on.  There's guys from one of my
classes that are doing a presentation on the history of science, and they
thought they'd put costumes from the 17th century, so they'll be here in a
few minutes to pick them up."

   My initial reaction was panic, then I thought about it.  As of now, the
only guys to have seen me naked were my close friends.  I wondered how it
would feel to experience that with random guys.

   "Why would I put clothes on?" I decided, a naughty grin on my lips.  I
told the guys I'd take care of showing the costumes, and thus placed myself
in front of the main doors, waiting.

   As soon as they opened, I regretted my decision.

   It was Ian and Joseph, my buddies from math class.

   "Hey there Ja...  Jade?"

   Their eyes expanded like balloons filled with a tornado's amount of air.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!  I hadn't considered the possibility that the visitors
could be guys from my fucking classes!  The two guys looked with mouths
opened wider than their eyes, eyes which scanned my toes to my head and
back and forth.  They were my classmates who sat next to me in math class!
Fortunately, I was beginning to become knowledgable in the field of being a
slut without a shred of respect for herself, and thus the instant volcano
of arousal that erupted in my body was no surprise.  Just have fun, I told
myself.

   "Uh, hi guys, I know you're probably confused but...  Well it's for our
play, I mean the fact that I'm naked."

   "Ah" Ian said as both of them looked away.  "Uhm, yeah, well, we're not
looking, don't worry."

   I giggled.

   "Calm down guys, am I that bad?  Look at your leisure!  Even if I didn't
want you to, you'd still peek when I'm not looking..."

   The poor boys wouldn't have been more confused had they been fishes
suddenly teleportated out of water.  I couldn't blame them, they were
receiving the amount of information that my gang had days to digest in a
matter of seconds.  If that pestering notion of modesty wasn't there, I
would've hugged them, as their lost airs were so cute they made me want to
do so.

   I made sure to walk enough paces away from them so they would have the
best possible view of my ass.  I led them to the other end of the Quarters
where the costume room was.  Situated at the two ends of the Quarters were
two enclosed cubicles the size of half a normal classroom.  The one next to
the main doors was the prop room, and the one close to the smaller back
doors was the costume room.  They were so well enclosed that one could
change in them without the slightest bit of external interference.  We
could even lock the doors for added peace.  As I was closing the door
behind me after Ian and Joseph entered the costume room, I heard one of the
girls mutter under her breath.

   "Whore..."

   I paid no mind to the comment.  Fuck whoever had said it.  My heart
stopped though, when I thought of the possibility that the word was
Isabel's...

   No.  My big sis would never say anything like that to me.  I closed the
doors and placed myself in front of the two guys.

   "So, what costumes do you need?" Before they could answer, I frowned
like a teacher about to scold a phone wielding student.  "Joseph, I told
you to look at my body..."

   Confused, he turned to gaze at me.  To him, I was just this friend who
showed up at math class and never wore anything even baring a fraction of
her shoulders.  If it wasn't for my distinctive dark skin and turquoise
eyes, I doubt he'd even have recognized me, so different my attitude made
me seem.

   "Well what is it?" I asked, getting closer to them with my hands
stroking my breasts.  "Does my body look that bad?" They quickly began
assuring me it wasn't so.  Smart men.  The smart type know how fragile we
women are with out self esteem.  "No?  Well then look!" I even gave my tits
a little shake to let them know just how much I wanted it.

   "Doesn't it...bother you if we do?"

   "Do you like looking at my body?"

   "Yeah..."

   "Yeah..."

   "Then so do I!" It was as simple as that.  "So, what costumes do you
want?"

   "Uh, it's for our science class presentation on the Scientific
Revolution.  17th century-ish attire."

   "Like post Elizabethan era?"

   "Yeah."

   "Great, we have just that.  So why do you have to dress up for a science
class?" I asked while rummaging through centuries of clothing.  "Guys?" I
turned around and catched them completely enthralled by my ass.  Laughing,
I leaned forward to show it to them even more blatantly.  "There.  That a
better view?" They couldn't even find an answer, instead being even more
shocked by my whorish behaviour.  Girls who wore tank tops and shorts were
called sluts behind their backs.  What then were these boys thinking about
ME?  "So why dress up for a science class?"

   "Oh, uhm, yeah, there's points given to creativity so...yeah.  Uhm. 
What about you?  Why are you, uh..."

   "Bare tits and ass naked?"

   "Yeah...  I mean, I saw some of those weird artsy plays where everyone
is naked buy why are you..."

   "The only one naked?"

   "Yeah."

   "Because I'm the main character, and, well, only she is naked.  Pretty
simple I guess." I found the costumes and passed them over to the guys. 
"Here, we don't have other sizes so you'll have to do with them."

   "Thanks...  wow, they look great."

   "My tits or the costume?"

   "No the costumes.  Well your tits too...  Well, uhm...  well, well,
both."

   Ian picked up on Joseph's stutter.

   "So we'll, uh, see you next Thursday Jade."

   "You know, you can always come here during the break.  I'd love to see
you here.  You can even bring friends.  I'm sure I'd love getting to know
them."

   I was also sure they'd love to see me without clothes, as long as they
weren't gay that is.  And even then, I was still good company, at least
that's what I hoped.

   As they left the Quarters, I decided to sit alone for a bit in a little
isolated zone.  To have a pair of eyes scanning me from a breath's
proximity was intense, but to know that a multitude were observing from far
away had it's own particular charm.  That charm soon came at an end though,
when two people came sitting in front of me.

   To my surprise, it was Chanel and Cynthia.  The latter, dark haired and
tall, had been the first to suggest I had been chosen for my looks.  In a
way, she had been the first to compliment me.

   "Uh, hi" I muttered, immensely embarrassed.  It was the first time girls
from my class were that close to me whilst I was bare.

   "Hey" Chanel said.  "Just came to chat a little.  Haven't done it in a
while..."

   Can't imagine why, I thought.

   "You're naked a lot these days" Cynthia commented.

   I just nodded, unsure of what I could say about it.

   "You don't have to rehearse that much you know?  Sarah's never been a
harsh teacher, you can just do it at the end of the year and still get all
your grades."

   "I know, it's not about the grades.  I just...  Well I kind of enjoy
it."

   Chanel seemed dumbfounded.

   "But why?  Like how?  Are you a nudist?"

   I laughed.

   "I doubt that.  Nudists are all about nature, and how it's natural and
all that.  To be quite honest, it still feels completely unnatural for me
not to wear clothes.  When I'm alone in my house, I still wear clothes,
it's not like I have any issues with it."

   "Then why are you nude half the time here?"

   Cynthia was looking at me far more profoundly.

   "It's the guys" she said.  I turned to her, surprised by her wisdom. 
"You do it for the guys, right?"

   I nodded.

   "For myself too of course, but if the guys weren't here, I wouldn't do
it.  It's just hot, for me at least.  To be naked when guys wear clothes."

   Chanel intervened again.

   "And why is that hot?"

   I thought of a way to explain it to them.

   "Look, we've all had a crush on a guy, right?  And let's be honest, we
never fell in love with the really really nice ones.  Because they're just
not alpha enough.  Face it, most of us, even Isabel, want the guy to be
slightly more dominant than us.  Well take that feeling and multiply it by
a hundred.  That's what I feel.  When I'm naked and the guys are not, I
just feel so hot and feminine..."

   Chanel sighed.

   "Well it's a free country I guess.  Listen, I'm sorry if the others and
I were sometimes...distant.  We just aren't very used to this.  I don't
agree with what you're doing, don't get me wrong, but we shouldn't judge
you."

   The words were so unexpected and so gentle I couldn't help but smile.

   "Thank you."

   After she got up and left, Cynthia still remained there for a while. 
She was looking right at my breasts.

   "I know this sounds weird" she said, "but can I touch them?  They look
really nice to feel."

   Strange indeed was the question, but I didn't mind the idea.

   "Of course" I said, arching my back.  "Tell me what you think of them."

   At first she began pinching only my nipple, but then her hand encroached
all my breasts and she fondled it thoroughly.  I crossed my legs to make
sure no one saw how wet I was.  Holy fuck, it felt amazing... 
Unfortunately, she eventually ended her manual research.

   "I'd kill for a body like that.  To be honest I can't blame you for
sharing it so much with your buddies." I blushed, thanking her.  A playful
look dawned in her face.  "Tell me, would you let the guys do that?"

   My smile instantly evaporated.  Oh fuck.  I couldn't tell the truth,
could I?

   "Don't worry" she reassured with a hand on my shoulder.  "I won't judge,
I swear." Her comforting air made me feel secure in telling the truth.

   "Yeah" I admitted.  "I'd really like it if they'd touch my body.  I know
it's slutty, but I can't help but think it would be so hot."

   "I agree.  I'd like to see that, you know?."

   She smiled and left to join the other girls.  I had always been but a
simple class friend to Cynthia, but now she was proving to be my only ally
among the class's girls.  Her touching my breasts had aroused me to such a
degree that I was feeling horny again.  I got up and walked, brazenly and
arrogantly, towards where the boys were.  They were sitting around a table,
conversing like the knights of the round table.  Didn't those knights ever
get bored of that dickfest?  Had I been King Arthur, I would've had a naked
girl in there just to spice things up.  No matter, I was going to remedy
that.

   As soon as the guys saw me, they knew things were gonna get hot.  They
could by now tell whenever my arousal was at it's greatest; my stride would
be an arrogant, feline walk, the sort models use on a catwalk, my hips
would be thrown from side to side with my great movements, sweat would
glisten all over me and my lips would be eternally parted, as if I was some
thirsty bitch.

   What was I saying?  I WAS a thirsty bitch.  Instead of sitting on one of
the manly laps, I instead climbed on the table and put myself on all fours
there.  My tits and ass perfectly met their eye level, and they were at
only an inch of them.

   "Haven't danced in a while" was all I whispered before I began moving my
body to a rhythm in my head.

   A sort of eastern oriented twerking would be the best way to describe
that dance, albeit the most bestial, whore like twerking one could ever
imagine.  Though I didn't move on the table, my ass and tits shook with all
the fervour I had in me.  I imagined the most zealous of strippers didn't
do it as well I was doing it.  At the other end of the Quarters, the girl
went silent again.  Fuck them, I thought.  I wasn't harming anyone, why
should I care?  Liang was the one right in front of me, and my face was at
an inch's distance of his.  He could feel my hard breathing on his face.  I
began caressing his hair whilst shaking my large boobs right in his face. A
little closer and he'd drown in them.  I sent my head in large circular
motions, slapping the guys in front of me with my hear, and shook, both
tits and ass, shook them and shook them and shook them.  If one thing could
be said about my sexuality, it was that I was at least very selfless. 
There was I, dancing totally naked for a bunch of boys.  Most women would
outright refuse to do it, others would require payment.  I, on the other
hand, just did it out of pure enjoyment.

   The sweat was raining from my body when suddenly, I felt something
against my ass, a strong, sudden hit that hurt.

   I don't think I had ever been more shocked in my entire life.  I turned
my head around and looked at Ari, who had just spanked my ass.  My mouth
was so wide open a whole watermelon could've been shoved in it.

   "You didn't just do that..." I gasped as the biggest smile I ever had
formed on my thirsty lips.

   Arrogant douche that he was, instead of apologizing, he gave me another
slap, this one even stronger.  I never felt more treated like an animal,
like an object.

   "Who told you to stop?" he asked.  "Go on, or I'll have to give you
another spank."

   "Do it, and I'll rip your fucking eyes out."

   I heard Alex's virile giggle.

   "Don't act like you don't enjoy it.  You're biting the hell out of your
lips."

   Dammit, I was as transparent as water it seemed.  After all, I was
totally naked.  I turned back to look at Ari.

   "Then maybe I need another spank to convince me..."

   Suddenly, I remembered everyone else in the class was looking.  I could
feel a general sense of horror from where the girls were sitting, and they
just looked at me, dumbfounded.  Isabel's gaze was the clearest, and the
fire raging in it was the greatest.  Thankfully, when I turned to Sarah, I
saw that same comforting smile.  She just nodded, as if endorsing whatever
the fuck I was doing.

   SPANK!

   "Ow!"

   Ari's slap was so hard it got a pained groan out of me.  And yet, I
still somehow liked it.  Convinced by the hot little gesture, I began
shaking my ass again, this time even more zealously.  As the girls began
trying to ignore what I was doing by going back to their discussion, I made
my sluttiness greater, asking repeatedly Ari for more spanks on the ass. 
Fuck they hurt, and yet I loved them!  Every twenty seconds, I rotated a
little so my ass would face another one of the guys, and every one of them
took turns spanking my furiously shaking ass.  The ones in front of me
caressed my hair like they were petting a bitch.  I rotated and danced and
danced until my exhaustion was total, and finally I could do naught but let
myself fall on the table.

   I lay there on my back, and gasped for air as much as I could, while my
upward pointing breasts went up and down with every breath I took.  I just
leaned there and looked at all those guys surrounding me.  I couldn't
believe just how comfortable I felt.

   God, I was just like a meal.  I was just there, lying on the table
totally naked.  They could just touch me.  They could just deploy their
arms and touch it all.  Why didn't they?  After all, my breasts were in
perfect position for them to study just like Cynthia had.  No, I knew why
they didn't dare do it.  We were right in the middle of a class.  We
couldn't do that in a college.  Shame.  Everything felt more erotic, more
risquÃ(C), in this classroom's context.

   A hand began playing with my hair and stroking my face.  It was Alex, of
course.  There was always sweetness to him.  I crawled to him and sat on
his lap.

   "Hold me" I said.

   And he did, crushing my boobs against him.  I began giving him little
pecks on the cheek, a continuous wave of shy little kisses against his
rugged skin.  It didn't stop, I kept kissing and kissing.  My head was
spinning.  I felt like in a dream.

   "What did I do to deserve so much affection, suddenly?" he asked.

   Nothing, I was just horny as fuck.  I wanted him.  I wanted him to hold
me.  I wanted his strength, his manliness, the feeling of his clothes
against my nudity to feminize me, to make me feel protected.  And more than
that, much more than that.  I wanted his touch.  I wanted him to grab and
grope every single part of me he could.  I was sweating so much there were
small wet patches on his clothes now.

   Sarah called for the class's attention and we moved to sit in front of
the stage.  She called for a break from discussion, and instead told us to
focus on a new set of exercises.  Small group by small group, we had to go
on the stage and perform some improvisations; this time around though, the
improvisations would be reflective of our findings on the play; not a
sandbox we could just do anything with. A group of four consisting of
Isabel, Cynthia, Chanel and Claire got on the stage and performed an improv
about the nature of sexuality.  Each of the girls comically portrayed one
of the Greek philosophers of old; Chanel especially was quite convincing as
a pervert Socrates.  Their improv took the form of those old philosophical
dialogues, and they endlessly debated whether sexuality was a force from
the gods to be embraced, or an enemy of logic to be stoically crushed.

   Other improvisations followed, and in these, the girls were tasked with
representing a sexual part of the body with a certain object that vaguely
resembled it.  Jennifer's group, for example, had to talk about the sexual
property of breasts through oranges, while Jennifer's went on an
interesting speech about the spiritual angle of anal penetration while
using balloons as symbols for the ass.  I know, I know, this is all pretty
fucking weird.  To this day I myself am still confused about some of it. 
The play definitely had your typical symbolic, post-something, pretentious
artsy vibe to it.  The time came for our improv.

   Our gang went up on the stage, and we waited for Sarah's indications on
how to proceed.  She was visibly thinking about something.  Finally, she
decided that our improv would be a continuation of our last one.  We would
pick up on the story of the naked secretary who had decided to be nude for
her male co-workers.  And our symbolic object was...  police batons.

   If I need to tell you which sexual part of the body the batons were
meant to represent, you really need to open a biology book.

   My six buddies each took a police baton, and just held it in their
hands. They assumed their businessman postures and sat, all classy and
cool, on their seats, doing...businessman-y stuff.  I was still just
standing up.  What was I supposed to do?

   Think, think...  I thought about the context.  The female co-worker had
assumed the role of a sexual object.  It only made sense for me to kneel. I
looked up at the men around me, imagining them in classy suits.  And that
sole co-worker, naked and kneeling.  It was so sexist, I should've felt
ashamed...  Why in the name of all that was holy, did I find it so hot? 
Before I could think of that, I heard Alex calling me.

   "Mrs.  Jane.  Bring me some coffee." I rapidly got up and nodded, going
for the imaginary counter where the imaginary coffee machine was.  "What's
that?" he asked, suddenly more gruff.

   I turned around, confused.

   "Is there something wrong?" I asked.

   "Is that how you answer?  By just nodding?  You should use respect when
being talked to, young woman."

   I straightened up and lowered my head.

   "Yes sir, I'm very sorry."

   "Good.  Now bring me that coffee." I brought it to him.  He gave my ass
a little paternalistic tap.  "Good girl.  You make a very good female
employee."

   I heard Isabel groan in anger.

   "Thank you sir."

   Someone knocked at the door.  It was Issa, who was most probably acting
as an exterior character.

   "Well what are you waiting for young woman?  Go on, open the door."

   I acted afraid.

   "But sir...  It's a stranger.  Can I put on my clothes on first?"

   "Nonsense.  It is part of your job as a secretary to be fully nude all
the time here.  Let people from outside know how seriously we take our
jobs. Go on," he gave my ass another tap, "don't make him wait."

   I nodded obediently and opened the door for Issa who came in, raising
his hat respectfully.

   "Well howdy miss, I'm..." and he shut his trap in utter confusion.  The
realism of his acting made me guess that his inspiration was Ian and
Joseph's prior entrance into the Quarters.

   "I'm...I'm sorry, is this not Harper and co?"

   "It is sir." I made sure my posture and tone were as obedient as
possible.

   "Then what...why...is...are you...  Do you people work naked here?"

   "No sir, the men don't, only I do.  I'm their secretary you see, and
they recently agreed to modify my work contract.  Now it stipulates that
I'm to be totally naked at all times in their presence."

   "But why?  This is sexual harassment young woman!"

   "Not at all sir, it was my decision.  We all agreed that it would be
healthier for all of us if I never wear clothing."

   "I see...this is...  I'm sorry, this is all very unusual for me."

   "I understand.  Would you like me to perform a dance for you?  It's my
speciality here.  It could relieve your stress."

   "Why, no, of course not young woman!  Just take me to your boss please,
I only came here to speak of a contract!"

   I nodded and led him to where the businessmen were seated.  As Chris
rose to shake his hand, I knelt again, having interiorised the proper
attitude I believed Jane's character should have.

   "Mr.  Thompson, how very nice to see you!  I assume you're here for the
publicity campaign, yes?"

   "That is right, although, before we get to that...  Would you care to
explain to me what's going on with her?"

   "Oh, Mrs.Jane?  She is but our secretary."

   "And why is she lewd?"

   "A simple policy of our company.  We believe men and women operate most
fruitfully when comfortable in their position, and Mrs.  Jane agrees that
as a woman, her place is to serve us."

   The atmosphere was so fucking tense.  I could feel a storm's amount of
awkwardness pouring out of the mass of girls.  Sarah, on the other hand,
listened very intently.

   "But that is horribly misogynistic!"

   "How so?  There was no forcing Mrs.Jane do to anything, and she is paid
as much as we are.  Is that not an issue most companies still need to fix?
Come on, my good man, let us talk men's business and leave the women in
their place".

   And so they began muttering business mumbo jumbo about price
fluctuations and publicity formulae and focus group tests...  I looked up
at them, with my nipples harder than ever.  I imagined being in an office,
with all those classy men around me in suits, cigars in one hand and a
glass of scotch in the other, like caricatures of a Mad Men episode.  And
there was I, lower than all of them, kneeling, and naked.

   "...if we are to convince a major studio to film the commercial for us."

   "I would advise you then to look in countries where censorship is
minimal.  For the middle east for example, Turkey would be a good focus
point."

   "Is there any chance we could contact companies there for the
marketing?"

   "Yes, I'll give you some numbers you can dial..."

   And on and on they went about their business gibberish.  Men talking
seriously, while the naked little woman knelt obediently, ignored by them
as if she didn't even exist.  It was wrong, I knew it, yet I still enjoyed
it so much...  Then I noticed the batons they held in their hands.  We were
starting to drift away from the main goal of the improv; to exteriorize the
themes and ideas we had developed in our many discussions.  I looked at the
baton.  It was just there, right in front of me.  And those men, clothed
and virile, they stood over me.  Dominating me, lowering me in status and
dignity.  I looked at the baton.  What happened next only happened because
of how insanely aroused I was.

   I took the baton in my mouth and, closing my eyes, began sucking it.  It
took a short while before anyone, focused on the discussion between the two
men, noticed what I was doing.  Little gasps erupted from where the girls
were sitting.  I don't think I was technically conscious.  Some sort of
erotic nirvana had taken hold of me.  The guys noticed me, and for an
instant, I saw their act completely drop out of shock.  They soon picked it
back up though, and Issa looked over to Chris, asking :

   "What is she...what is she doing?"

   Chris laughed calmly whilst petting my head.

   "Oh, our little Jane can be quite overzealous at times.  She enjoys her
duty much more than what is expected.  Don't you Jane?"

   I removed the now wet baton from mouth and turned to him.

   "Yes sir" I said before sucking his stick.

   "Does she...do that often?"

   "Oh yes, that is her foremost duty in here.  It's a far more fitting and
productive task than writing on papers all day long.  Now, now, Jane,
that's enough.  Go pleasure the others, we're busy here."

   "Yes sir."

   He gave my ass a spank and sent me crawling towards Liang and Sodden.  I
sucked their character's "penises" at the same time, going back and forth
between the two every few seconds.  After a while of having these sour
batons which tasted horrible, Sarah clapped and ended our improv.  The
embarrassment finally settled in when I had to stand up alongside the guys.

   What the fuck had I just done?  I had just acted as if I was sucking
their...  What the fuck...

   "Well, that sure was a daring improv, wasn't it?" Sarah said.  "I'll ask
Jade since she was the centerpiece; Jade, what was the point of that story?
We've followed that secretary for two chapters now and she continually gets
taken advantage of by the men around her."

   "I don't think that's the case actually" I answered.  Even though the
angry gazes of most of the girls intimidated me, I wasn't about to back
down.  "Her bosses never forced her to do anything.  In fact she was the
one who first came up with the idea, and it's made pretty clear that she
enjoys all this stuff."

   "Then what's the message you're implying?"

   I began hesitating.

   "Honestly I...  I don't know.  All I can say is, the guys and I are
trying to portray another angle of sexuality.  We don't just wanna go for
the classic image of a naked man and a naked woman having sex in perfect
equality.  That's just not honest to most of history, is it?  We women
still have to make our own sexuality ours.  And not fifty years ago, it
wasn't ours, it belonged to men, they decided what to do with it.  That's
the most accurate truth you can give about female sexuality if you want to
be honest about most of history.  I think the secretary's situation is
pretty reflective of that."

   "And yet, it's not only the secretary's, is it?  You yourself reflect
that pretty well, being the only one naked among your group of friends.  If
you're critical of an imbalanced and unfair sexuality, why do you partake
in it so much yourself?"

   I saw all the female gazes lock themselves on me with ferocious
determination.  They awaited my answer angrily.  I just lowered my head.

   "I...I don't know, I can't say."

   Sarah laughed.

   "It's all right, that's what all those exercises are here for.  We'll do
more over the year and each and everyone of you will understand more about
your character and yourselves.  Alright, you can all go back to your usual
discussing."

   The boys left the stage, all except for Alex who kindly gave me his hand
to pull me up.  He too seemed at a loss for words after what I had just
done with the batons.  Fortunately, none of the awkwardness in the room was
felt by me.  I was so aroused that I probably wouldn't have noticed an
asteroid crashing into the roof.  My legs were starting to get wetter by
the second.  Holy fuck, my head was spinning.  I couldn't take it.  There
was so much arousal in me, there was a literal sea of fire beating in me,
drowning me...

   "Are you all right?" he asked, noticing my feverish look and half closed
eyes.

   No, no I wasn't.  My head spun and spun, my vision was near blurry, my
breathing was so hard I looked like I was gasping for air.  He put a hand
on my cheek.

   "Baby, you feeling alright?"

   Fuck, his hand, how it felt over my steaming, sweaty skin, it felt so
good...  I wanted it, I wanted to feel his hands everywhere, all over me. I
cuddled tight against him and put my face against his, whispering with my
excited breath :

   "Touch me."

   All he gave me was a confused look.

   "What?"

   "You heard what I said..." I moaned in utter desperation.  "Touch me
please, I need you to..."

   He grabbed my waist to distance me from him but that only added to my
arousal.  I had enough.

   I grabbed his hand and dragged him behind me to the costume room where I
shut and locked the door behind me.  Alex looked at me severely.

   "Jade?  What the hell are you doing?"

   "I can't take it anymore" I moaned.  "I need you to touch my body,
please Alex, pleaaaaase..."

   I rubbed myself against him, making sure he felt every curve, every
small part of my exposed front.  My boobs rubbed against his shirt, and
it's fabric made my already solid nipples even harder.  I was sweating,
sweating so much I was glistening in the light, and I breathed with the
heaviness of one who had just ran the longest of marathons.

   "Unhh, unhh, unhh" I moaned and moaned desperately.  "Please, please,
please touch me" I begged, "I'll do anything, please..."

   I COULDN'T TAKE IT.  I needed him, I needed his hands, god...  I felt
his rock hard cock against my pussy as I kept rubbing it with every one of
my movements.  He was breathing hard too, he wanted to touch me, I knew it.

   "Please, please touch me..."

   "Jade, you're my best friend..."

   "I'm your slut, just make me your slut..."

   He couldn't hold it in anymore.  With one, quick move, he grabbed me by
the waist and took me.  Our lips met, and we kissed, we devoured each
other's lips, and the sounds were loud and wet and hot.  I gave myself to
him, surrendered my body to him.  He was the man, he was the strong one, I
only wanted to be held by him, and he did.  And as our uninterrupted
kissing continued, his hands explored all of me.  They strode across all my
skin and grabbed and groped and fondled every single part of me; my legs,
my ass, my back, my tits...  Oh yes, he played with my breasts, groping
them from every possible angle and position.  His other hand periodically
gave me hard slaps on my butt; spank!  spank!  spank!  it went
continuously. And we kept kissing, locked in that chaotic embrace of skin
and sweat.  My skin, my sweat, I was the nude one.  I had never felt so
feminine in my life.

   I was nude, beautiful and vulnerable, and my man was there to be
clothed, to be strong, to hold me and kiss me and touch me while I offered
all my body to his touch.  There was a clear point at which he must've had
enough of my hard, rugged breathing.  He spun me around and grabbed my two
arms which he held behind my back, restraining me against him.  His other
hand slid down across my body and found it's way to my pussy.  There he
inserted his fingers, and played with it as I felt the greatest surge of
arousal ever go through me.

   At first, restrained and fingered, I kept kissing him, but as the
fingering went on, my moans became louder and louder, and he had to cover
my mouth with his hand to muffle my whore sounds.

   "mmmhhh...mmmmh...mmmmh...  "

   Oh god, I had never felt more insane in my whole life.  So good a
feeling could not possibly exist, and yet I felt it all...

   " mmmmmmhhhhh...  " my moaning kept on becoming louder, and I felt a
harsh slap on my ass.

   "Shut up" he whispered, as tense as one pursued by the police.  "They
could hear us..." Unfortunately, since his hand had gone to slap my ass, my
mouth was now uncovered, and a loud moan went out of it.  He gave me
another spank.  " I said shut up!"

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, unnhh..."

   He covered my mouth again as my whole body at once tried to get closer
to him and at the same time fought to escape his grip.  I used all my
waning consciousness to summon my skills in eastern dancing, and gyrated my
hips in a great, sensual circle to throw myself against his fingers.  If
only a camera had captured the moment; I was nude, he was clothed, he held
me against him, and fingered me as I literally danced on his fingers,
caressing his neck and hair with my hands that blindly went behind me.  Oh
god, he was going deeper and deeper.

   "mmmmmhhhhh, mmmmmmhhhhh..."

   Holy fuck, how long could this go on, I was losing my mind, I was losing
my god-damn mind...

   "MMMMMHHHHH..."

   Finally, it came, the release.  Like a thousand year old breath finally
liberated, the torture left me in one quick release, as wind would escape
through a tunnel.  With my arousal gone, all the adrenaline left, and I let
myself collapse in Alex's arms.  He knelt and held me.  I was fully naked
and exhausted, and yet all that vulnerability felt like paradise, because
he was there for me, holding me, protecting me...  I was nuzzled against
his torso, and his gentle hands kept on caressing my hair.  He left a sweet
kiss on my forehead.

   "You alright?" he whispered, exhausted too.

   I looked up and kissed him on the lips, slowy and lovingly.

   "I always wanted to do this" I whispered back after tasting his mouth.

   "Me too.  We should've done it years ago."

   My first kiss.  It couldn't possibly have been better.  Most girls
wanted it to happen in a castle, dressed in a beautiful white robe with
their prince lovingly kissing them.  Mine had been in total imbalance, in
complete unfairness.  I had been the only one nude, and my body had been my
prince's toy to play with.  But I thought about it, and knew that I never
would've traded it for something equal,for something boring.

   "Are we hanging out with the others tonight?"

   "Yeah.  Chris's house."

   That naughty smile that had become my newest friend appeared on my lips.

   "Good.  I'll learn what six pairs of hands feel like..."



   The Shaping of the Slut Ch.  05 byCrimsonGirlÂ(C)

   October passed, and so did November.  It was now mid-December, and the
joyful air of the holidays was about.  My own soul was equally joyful, for
every day had now become paradise.  My discussion with the boys and Sarah
had been clear and direct; I didn't want to wear clothes around the boys
any longer.

   The latter group had initially reacted with a great form of stupor. 
They couldn't imagine this; that our hangouts would forever have me in the
nude hence.  But I had been clear about it; I couldn't, COULDN'T wear
clothes anymore around them.  How could I?  It felt so strange, so
unnatural...  Why should the only girl in a group of boys be equal and
clothed?  I now thought.  Something once unquestionable had become a
question without answer.  I could find no reason for the gang's sole girl
to wear clothes in the midst of the men.  It just didn't feel right. 
Something felt amiss whenever I was clothed among them.  It felt like
lying, like trying to convince myself of something that just wasn't true.

   All our friendship, we had acted as if I was just one of them, one the
dudes.  That's what Isabel had respected so much about our gang, this
ignoring of gender, this treating me as the same without any
discrimination. And yet, all those years, I had been totally blind.  That
very ignoring of my gender had been the reason behind my increasing boredom
within the gang.  Now I could see it, crystal clear.

   Isabel hated defining someone based on their gender.  And she was right,
not everyone was defined solely by the body they were born with.  But I
was, at least in great, great part.  That's what I was, a woman.  Our play
helped me realize this.  In it, I had to embody the essence of womanhood,
and that's what I wanted to be myself, in real life.  I did NOT want the
boys to ignore my gender, to treat me like just another dude, no.  I wanted
to be a woman, to be the gang's girl.  And how more could my femininity be
emphasized, than by being the only one nude?  The only one shared,
objectified and sexualized?  It made me feel vulnerable, beautiful,
fragile, soft and loving and tender...  It made me feel womanly...  I never
felt more like a woman.

   Especially after going a step deeper into this paradise of temptation.
Up until November, I would only stand around and be nude around them, with
only their eyes to enjoy me.  That wasn't fair.  Why should they get only
to look?  My body was a hot, sweltering mess of arousal and desire.  Only
multiple pairs of hands enjoying all of it could sate it.  And my body was
now theirs to play with at any and all times, or at least when we were
hanging out outside of college.  It was another one of our evenings
chilling together, now at Alex's.  Normally, I would order them around, act
jokingly proud and stuck up, play video games with them and be their equal.
Oh, how wrong we all were...  Now we saw the better alternative, and they
felt it in the plumpness of my offered breasts.

   The boys had been watching a football game for an hour now.  I say the
boys, because for the past hour, I surely hadn't been.  Instead, I had made
the rounds, ensuring that I was properly entertaining my many clothed guy
friends by kissing them (on the mouth of course, I didn't care how slutty
that was, I now let all of them taste my lips as much as if they were my
boyfriends), by cuddling with them and by letting them touch and grope all
of my body.  That felt like the only natural way for the sole girl in the
gang to be.  It just felt right, that the only girl should never wear
clothes, that she should serve the purpose of entertaining the males...  It
was wrong, I knew it...  And yet that electric charge in my pussy wouldn't
stop propelling me forwards.  For the past hour or so, I had been spending
ten minutes on every one of the seven guys, and it was now Sodden's turn to
enjoy me.  I was kneeling on the couch right next to him, and his hands
groped my ass while his lips kissed and suckled on my boobs.  He was hungry
this one, famished.  His mouth was thoroughly tasting every one of my
boobs, and they dripped with more saliva than there was sweat on the whole
of my naked, horny body.

   "Unh...unh...mmmmhhh...mmmmhh..." I moaned like the slut in heat I was.
"Mmmmh...oh yeah, yeah, aaaawnnn...thank you Sodden, thank you,
thank-mhhhhh..."

   He began licking my tits; and his tongue caressed many a time my hard
nipples.  His hands took a break from slapping and fondling my bare butt,
and went up to caress my hair.  He was petting me.  Oh yeah, I was their
bitch, I wanted that.  Then they came back down and ran across my bare
front, pleasing everything from my shoulders to my breasts.  I kissed his
mouth with all the love and the slutiness I had in me.  He held me against
him and we kissed and kissed until I couldn't take the heat anymore.

   "Fuck, finger me, please, please..."

   He spun me around, and put two fingers in my pussy while playing with my
breasts and kissing me on the mouth.  Our kissing muted the sound of my
loud moan as I orgasmed, but the orgasm itself wasn't any less enjoyable. I
took a break to just lie against him and recover some breath while he kept
fondling my boobies.  They weren't just my boobies...  They belonged as
much to him and the other boys as me.  I shared my body with them.  It felt
like the only way for the girl's gang to properly behave...  God, what
would Isabel say if she knew what I was doing?

   I got up from the couch to have my legs working again, since I had spent
the whole last hour kneeling on the couch to please every single one of the
boys as I had just done with Sodden.  As I walked by Ari, I felt a slap on
my butt.  Mmmh...  I loved these SO MUCH...

   "Bring us some beers" he said.

   I faked insult.

   "Aak politely and I will."

   Slap!  His hand struck my butt with a high pitched sound.

   "I said bring us beers.  Don't make me spank you again."

   "Maybe I need spanks to learn..."

   SLAP!

   "OW!"

   That one hurt.  Joyfully rubbing the red spot on my bare ass, I made my
way to the kitchen and took out beers for every one of them.  I loved
walking away from them, like every time I went to the kitchen or some place
farther away.  I loved it because I knew all of them could see all of me. I
came back with bottles of cold beer in my hands, and passed one to each of
the boys.  Holy fuck, the arousal within me was throbbing.  That was so
hot; how I, the ONLY GIRL in the gang, was totally nude like a whore,
blatantly objectified and sexualized, and now I was even serving beers to
the guys.  I would never have thought serving beers could make me aroused,
but doing it in such a sexist, misogynistic and unfair situation had all my
arousal back in a matter of seconds, as if Sodden hadn't even given me a
release.  What the hell was wrong with me?  I was turned on by sexism,
blatant sexism.  I placed myself in front of Ari and gave him his beer.  He
gave me another spank to congratulate me.

   "Good girl."

   Oh yeah, I was hot again.  I knelt again on the couch between Alex and
Ari and arched my back to offer my breasts to their touch.  I waited for a
few seconds, but then noticed, quite surprised, that their hands weren't
even near my body.

   "What is it?  Something wrong?"

   The guys looked more serious, suddenly.  Serious, and dare I say, even
guilty.

   "Listen Jade, we kinda feel bad," Chris said.  "I mean...this just isn't
right.  You're our buddy.  We're not respecting you at all, doing all
this...this stuff."

   Issa was nodding.

   "Yeah.  You're our buddy, not some prostitute.  You deserve better than
this."

   I looked at the guys.  It seemed like saying all this pained them.  Of
course it did, they were straight boys, there was no questioning the fact
that they enjoyed me my body.

   "Are you guys serious?" I asked, anger boiling inside me.  They sounded
like Isabel now.

   Alex sighed.

   "Jade...  I don't know if this is right."

   I wasn't gonna listen to anymore of that bullshit.  I got up from the
couch and went down on all fours below them.

   "I don't want you to respect me" I said, looking up at them with all the
sincerity in my soul.  "I don't want your respect.  I don't want to be your
buddy.  I'm your slut.  That's what I deserve, to be treated like a slut."
I could see how large the bulges in their pants were.  "Come on..." I
moaned while shaking my ass and tits on all fours.  "Come on, treat me like
I deserve, treat me like your slut.  Pleeeeaaaaase..."

   They had enough.  Ari took me by the waist and got me up on my legs to
start kissing my boobs while all the other guys simultaneously converged
towards me.  I felt all their hands, every single one of them.  They all
fondled and groped me at the same time.  I had seven pairs of hands groping
me, seven mouths kissing me one by one on the mouth and on the rest of the
body.  Their hands were everywhere, in my hair, on my ass, on my legs, on
my boobs and shoulders and neck...  All of it, I gave it to them.  I was
theirs.  Fuck being their buddy.  Fuck being their equal.  I didn't care
what Isabel would say about me.  I was the gang's only girl.  I was the
gang's whore.

   And nothing could make me happier.

   A few days later, I found myself like always in the Quarters, flirting
with the boys.  Within college, I would enjoy the tension of flirtatious
behavior, as we acted like nothing weird was happening at all, and outside,
I could enjoy the full explosion of their grabbing my every curve.  For
now, it was only halfway through that Tuesday, and I sat with all the
femininity my body could conjure up; legs crossed, back arched, silhouette
elongated and my head resting in my hand.  I know I looked dreamy, because
I was.  I was looking at the boys around me, enjoying how naked I was in
their clothed presence, imagining with throbbing impatience the evening
where I would feel their spanks and kisses.  That at least, I could have in
the Quarters, the slaps on my ass.  That and the cuddling, which I never
refrained from doing.  But now, I enjoyed the subtlety that my bare
presence caused.

   That's when Sarah approached me and burst my little bubble.  That
comforting smile of hers was still on her lips, but when she spoke, I began
shuddering.

   "Jade, put your clothes on.  The college principal wants to talk to
you."

   "What?" I asked, suddenly terrified.  Oh no, it finally happened.  It
was all to good, all too perfect, of course it couldn't go on like that.

   For fuck's sake, I had been strutting around naked within the college
grounds, and I did all that in the most blatant erotic manner; dancing
sexually for the boys, flirting with them, cuddling and kissing them, even
sucking police batons in an improv, police batons that were supposed to
represent their dicks!  I was going to get kicked out of the college...

   "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm sure she only wants to have a word, nothing
more."

   Still terrified, I nodded and got up, approaching Alex.

   "Hey" I said.  He caressed my ass real quick before anyone could notice.
"If only you could do that more right now, god knows I need it..."

   "Why?  What is it?"

   "It's the college principal.  She wants to talk to me." His usually
gruff air became even more somber.  "Can you come with me?  I'm really
scared."

   "Of course baby." He got up and kissed my forehead.  "Let's get you
dressed."

   And we did.  Once I was wearing all my clothes, we got out of the
Quarters and made our way through the school's corridors.  My trembling
hand was held by Alex's strong and firm one.

   "It's all right sweetie, don't be afraid."

   I didn't answer.  How could I?  I was going to be penalised, ousted from
the Acting program or from the college altogether.  Maybe my reputation was
going to be sullied to the point where no other academic institution would
want to take me in?  Oh god, why was this going on?  And yet Sarah had
promised me this was all within legality of both the college and the law...
My terror was temporarily halted when I heard two slimy voices tinted with
subtle Arabic intonations in their accents.

   "Well well, if it isn't the hottest ass in town!"

   "I swear you're wearing tighter pants every day!  Don't you want to
leave some to the imagination?"

   Alex tightened his grip on my hand upon hearing Abdel and Yussuf, and
even more so upon seeing them.

   "Ignore them" he whispered to me.

   I was about to, but as we passed by them, I felt two consecutive slaps
on my ass.  My yoga pants were so tight and my panties...well, so absent,
that the slap must've been as well felt by their hands as if I would've
been totally bare.

   I turned to gaze at them with utter confusion.

   They had always provoked me, but NEVER had they enough gall to slap my
ass!  Alex's grip left my hand and transformed into a fist ready to smash
the twins into pieces.

   "Leave her alone" he groaned.

   Before he could walk further towards the two brothers, I stopped him
with my gentle hand.

   "It's all right" I whispered.  "Let's do as you said.  Ignore them."

   Alex groaned.  He sent one last menacing gaze towards the visibly
terrified boys and took me by the hand, dragging me behind him.  Before we
went too far away, I turned to Abdel and Yussuf, and with a smile... 
winked at them.

   They wouldn't have looked more shocked had I transformed into a dragon
right before their eyes.  I myself couldn't process how much I enjoyed
their slaps on my ass.  Oh yeah, I loved it.  That's what I wanted after
all, wasn't it?  Being treated like a slut.  And I know, there is this
horrible notion around that if a girl dresses slutty, she's "asking for
it." I'll always be the first to find this disgusting.  Not all women
dressing in a revealing manner asked to be treated sexually but...

   At least SOME had to.  I knew it the case with me, at least.  I was now
letting go of jeans forever, in fact I couldn't remember the last time I
had worn any.  My pants were now yoga pants, so tight and revealing, my ass
was pretty much exposed even if they were technically covered.  I was also
wearing tank tops which left most of my stomach, and frankly, most of my
cleavage uncovered.  I loved the attention and how the boys looked at me.
It especially felt great in math class, where Ian and Joseph dwelled, Ian
and Joseph who had seen me totally nude.  I dressed even sluttier for them,
not that it mattered, because every Wednesday, during our three hour breaks
in the middle of the day, they and all my buddies from math class would
come "chat me up." And of course, I would be completely naked, from head to
toe.  The sociality of my nudity was expanding with every passing day.

   We finally made it to the principal's room.  Alex kissed me hard on the
forehead.

   "Don't worry baby, I'm sure you'll be fine."

   I sighed.

   "Hope you're not wrong."

   And thus I left my best friend to enter the office, alone.  When I
closed the door behind me, the principal raised her head.  I had only heard
her name before; Mrs.  Peterson but now I could see she was your classic
"middle aged mom" looking woman with a short hairstyle and masculine office
clothing.  Behind her stood a similarly dressed man, slightly older with
gray wisps of hair.

   "Welcome Jade" she said.  "Please, sit down." I just obeyed, silenced by
the terror which reigned in me.  I sat down, tense and worried.  "How are
you today?"

   "Fine...thanks..." I could barely muster enough courage to speak.

   "How's your play going?"

   "G...good...  Very good...  Sarah is convinced it'll be one of the
college's best plays."

   As soon as I mentioned Sarah, the two authority figures in the room
frowned.

   "Yes..." the principal whispered.  "Sarah.  Tell me Jade, what are your
feelings towards her?"

   "Sarah?  I love her.  She's the best teacher I've ever had.  And she's a
closer friend to me than most of the class.  Why?  Is something wrong with
her?"

   The older man leaned on the desk.  Now there was the weight of two
people bearing down on me.

   "That's what we're trying to figure out young girl."

   "Indeed", Mrs.  Peterson added.  "We won't hide that her decisions
regarding this play were...well, met with scepticism, to say the least. 
And to say they're controversial would be a gross understatement.  Listen
my dear, we're worried about you."

   My eyebrows jumped.

   "Worried?  Why would you be worried about me?  I didn't do anything...
Is it because I'm...  because I...get naked there?  Is it against the
college rules?"

   "Not as long as no sexual acts are going on.  Sarah assures us your
nudity is only part of your role in the play.  But that is something we're
beginning to doubt.  We've heard alarming rumors Jade...apparently you're
always naked there?"

   I lowered my head, unable to meet their looks.  It was so
embarrassing...

   "Yeah..."

   "Why?  This is very alarming for us my dear.  Listen, you need to tell
us if something is amiss there.  Is Sarah exploiting you?  Are the boys
forcing you to be naked more often?"

   I raised my head quickly and began shaking it with all the speed I could
find.

   "No, no!  Of course not!  Not at all!  Hell they..." I giggled.  "They
even try to convince me not to do it as much."

   The authority figures looked at each other, confused.

   "And Sarah?"

   "She never forced me to do anything.  In fact she keeps telling me that
I don't need to rehearse naked that often.  Doing it only once right before
the play would be more than enough for her."

   "Then why do you do it so often?"

   I couldn't tell THEM the truth...

   "Because...  it helps me get in character better."

   Clearly, there was much confusion in Mrs.  Peterson who shook her head.
The classic "I don't understand, but whatever" look had formed on her face.

   "You're the actress here, can't say I know how all this works.  Then we
have your assurance that nothing suspicious is going on in the Quarters?"

   "Absolutely.  Everything's happening as I would want it to.  Both Sarah
and my guy friends respect every choice I make.  In fact I'd say it's the
other girls that bother me."

   "The other girls?  How so?"

   "They're...well they're not very supportive.  In fact they can seem
outright hostile sometimes.  They don't like what I'm doing.  They think
it's misogynistic and insulting to women."

   As soon as I said that, I felt the principal tensing up again.  Shit. 
She was just waiting for that subject to come up.  With a silent nod, she
asked for the man to leave us alone.

   "Good," she said once the gentleman had left the room.  "Now we can talk
woman to woman.  Listen Jade, the content of your play is very troubling to
us.  Now we've never been keen to have our students perform nude on stage,
and Sarah is the first to have succeeded in convincing us to let her do
that, but that's not what we find disturbing.  We wouldn't have too many
problems with a bunch of actors naked on stage, male and female both but...
This?  One sole nude girl surrounded by men clothed in tuxedos?  Jade, this
is NOT acceptable imagery..."

   "But I'm not the only girl in the class.  There's 29 others."

   "And Sarah told us they won't be playing women or men.  They'll be
playing abstract, formless ideas.  We've been told what your play is about,
and you're the only woman in the story.  And that only woman is also
stripped of all clothing whilst a multitude of well dressed men surround
her.  This is horribly sexist imagery at best."

   "With all due respect Mrs.  Peterson, Sarah and I are the ones behind
this idea.  How is it sexist towards females if it comes from females?"

   "The source doesn't matter when the end result is so blatantly
misogynistic."

   "Misogyny refers to a hatred of women, if I recall correctly.  Our play
celebrates female sexuality.  We show it in a positive light."

   "Come now, don't give me that speech.  All those musicians who objectify
women in their music videos say the exact same thing.  Do you really
believe you're the one on top when you're naked?"

   I went silent.  Of course I didn't believe that.  Oh, Sarah gave me a
lot of that naïve bullshit about it actually being ME who was the one in
power, and the BOYS being the ones dominated by me.  It would take an idiot
to believe that I was the one dominating and not the other way around.  Now
I'm not suggesting that depending on how one uses her nudity and sexuality,
one couldn't actually come on top and dominate men.  But it wasn't so in my
case.  Clothing is a show of stature and power.  There's a reason why
ancient slaves were kept naked.  I don't believe the ancient Romans did it
to "empower" the slaves and submit to them.  And in my case, my nudity was
in every possible way a sign of submission.  I wanted to feel lower than my
male counterparts, to be dominated by their clothed states as an
affirmation of my femininity.  My nudity wasn't a pounding drum of power
and stature.  It was a flower's dance in the breeze.  An affirmation of
vulnerability.  I would've been a fool, to think that I wasn't being
objectified.  Of course I was being objectified, sexualized to the highest
degree.  Fuck, THAT'S why I loved it so much.  If it hadn't been
objectification, if it hadn't been a lowering of me before the guys around
me, then I doubt I would've even liked it to begin with.

   "Listen Jade, I'll make this very clear, and you better inform Sarah of
this.  As long as the play remains tasteful, we will back it.  But be very
careful.  Our college is an institution of respect and healthy ideas.  If
we find that your piece is sexist and harmful to the image of women, then
we'll stop backing it."

   I almost jumped out of my seat.

   "What?  And what about freedom of speech?"

   "You have it.  We're letting you do whatever you want.  Our college
doesn't have the right to censor or mute whatever you have to say.  But
that doesn't mean we have to finance what you're doing.  Should the day
come when we think this is all going too far, you'll have to find other
sponsors.  The Theatre will welcome your show either way and we won't stop
it.  But there's the rub, finding sponsors.  There's a reason plays in this
college need our support."

   A little bit of anger was beginning to boil up in me.  This wasn't fair.

   "Is there anything we should look out for, then?" I asked.

   "Just make sure your play doesn't degrade women.  You want to explore
sexuality?  Fine.  But then strip one of the men naked too."

   The idea almost hurt physically.  There was such elegance, such, tension
such complexity to a single nude girl contrasted by many clothed men.  And
this idiot wanted us to change that completely?  To make it boring and
normal?  How disgustingly boring, this perfect equality, this great
symmetry.  My mind couldn't find any joy in imagining the boys naked
alongside me.  It just didn't work either.  They were the strong, dominant
ones.  It made no sense for them to be brought down to my level.  I thanked
the principal and finally left that interrogation room.

   The conversation stayed with me ominously.  So the College didn't want
anything sexist within our play, and yet the direction it was taking was in
no way in concordance with those wishes.  "Secretary Jane's" adventures
proved that pretty well.  We wanted to take the play into other directions.
That of female submission.  That idea was after all intrinsic to the image
of a single nude woman surrounded by men in classy clothes.

   As I got back to the Quarters, I let my mind shake off all this doubt.
Being anxious could wait for later.  For now, I was about to have some fun,
for the three hour break had started, and that meant "visitors" where
within the Quarters.  Buddies from my math class were there.  Ian and
Joseph, of course, but also Brad, Harry, Dan and Robert.  Before going to
them, I kicked off my shoes, took off my socks, pants, tank top and
underwear, and quickly looked at myself in a mirror.  I wanted to make sure
I still looked perfect.

   I had never been one too obsessed by make-up.  Of course I wore some
from time to time, but never in a daily or even loyal manner.  My ever
increasing sluttiness changed that.  What was the point of being in the
nude around boys, if not to get their attention and boost up my
self-confidence in my looks?  It only naturally followed that I should look
after my appearance, and so I did.  Though my black hair was naturally
curly, I would now straighten it to give it an elegant, flawless look.  My
eyelashes were dark and pronounced, my cheeks tinted with a rosy hint,
black eyeliner danced along my eyes, and my lips glistened with a rich
crimson hint.  I actually took my lipstick out from the pocket of my pants
lying on the ground and put some more on my lips to ensure they looked as
fabulous as possible.  I was clad like a true slut, totally bare, and yet
my hair and make-up where as aesthetic as that worn during the most
luxurious of events.  I wanted nothing more than to be as beautiful as
possible for the boys.

   Once ready, I presented myself to the dozen guys.  We sat down and
chatted for a bit, casually, as if nothing unusual was about.  Well, I
wouldn't say I was overly casual about it either.  Whilst nothing was
overtly said about the fact that all of me was exposed to them, I did still
arm my face with a flirty look.  I also made very mild contact with them;
softly touching their arms to feel the strong muscles underneath their
clothing.  It was exhilarating.

   I wouldn't say I had gotten "used" to being nude around my gang; you
didn't get "used" to being a lone girl surrounded by guys and also being
the sole one naked; the obviousness of the unbalance was a continuous kick
that never left you.  But the punch of arousal hitting me was different
depending on who it was I was nude around.  Around my gang, it was the
knowledge that my relationship with them had been one of deep friendship
and equality.  Around the guys from my math class, it was the knowledge
that I was but a classmate they saw every week in their class.  The third,
newer layer was of their own friends they had brought, strangers I didn't
know.  It was the second time they'd come around to chat with an
"interesting lady." Oh, I I knew the sort of conversation that went on
behind my back.

   "Dude, there's this girl in my math class, and she's a total slut!"
their words must've approximately been.  "She talks with guys completely
naked and she doesn't care.  Yeah, what a slut, wanna go check her ass
out?"

   I loved the fact they were strangers.  It was becoming cleared and
clearer to me that the very notion of being a slut procured me arousal. 
The easier a girl I was, the more aroused I felt.  And both nudity around
strangers and nudity around my gang was enjoyable; equally so, yet in
different ways.  Being nude around my gang made me a slut because they had
been long time friends of mine, and being nude around strangers made me a
slut because it took nothing to get me naked, even strangers could see my
whole body.  I wondered, was the same logic applicable to touch?  Was I
enough of a slut to allow even my math class buddies and strangers to feel
me up?

   I didn't want to think about it.  I was afraid of the truth, clearly. 
The truth about my own depravity.  How small was my self respect?  Women
had fought so that I could be an equal to men, so could I enjoy as much
dignity and respect...  And I was throwing it all away by lowering myself.
I was worse than a sexist man.  Sexist men at least had the excuse that
they couldn't understand our point of view.  I was a woman.  I was a
traitor to my own kind.

   My rumination had been so deep that I didn't notice that the guys
getting up to leave as their classes were about to start.  After I followed
them to the door and waved them goodbye, I turned to Ian who was still
looking me up and down.  Hmm, that was so hot...  My whole body was right
in front of him to look at.

   But only to look at?

   I turned to look at the Quarters.  During the three hour breaks, only my
gang stayed in there, the girls as well as Sarah usually leaving to spend
the break somewhere outside.  There was no one there save for the boys.

   "Ian?" I whispered.

   "What is it?" he asked after doing the effort of raising his head to
look at my face.

   My only response was a silent smile.  I took his hand, and slowly
brought it over to me.  I placed his palm on my breasts, and slowly had him
rub them.  He let himself be guided by me, flabbergasted and unable to
speak.

   "Grab them" I whispered.

   He did, and soon his other hand joined the groping.  He fondled me for a
few seconds, and then I raised myself on my tiptoes to leave a hard kiss on
his mouth.

   "Mwah," it went, and then I cuddled close to him and brought my lips to
his ear.  "Next time you bring your friends, tell them they can touch."

   When I moved away from the embrace, I saw his wide open eyes gazing at
me.  "What did you expect?  I'm a slut." And I left another kiss on his
mouth.  As we was about to leave, I once again stopped him.  "Woah there,
not so fast.  Always leave me a spank before you go."

   "Alright," he chuckled before slapping my ass.

   I blew him a kiss and went back to my gang.

   "Uh-oh" Chris said as soon as he saw my face.  "We got a wild Jade on
the loose." I jumped on him and kissed him passionately.  He began holding
me back as soon as I did.  "Jade, what the hell are you doing!  We can't do
this in class!"

   "I don't care," I breathed," I'm horny as fuck."

   I tried approaching the guys so they would touch me, but a strong grip
took my arms and held them behind my back.

   "Stop that," Alex ordered as he restrained me.

   Oh, he wasn't helping at all.  AT ALL.  If he wanted me to calm down,
restraining me in such a dominating manner while I was completely naked was
the last thing he wanted to do.

   "Come on, please" I asked.  "I want you to touch me." It was as if I
didn't even care about the principal's warnings.  That's how mad I could
become when my arousal was at it's greatest.  "Please, I need it..."

   Ari chuckled.

   "I can see that," he said, pointing to my wet pussy.

   "Come on.  There's no one in the classroom right now.  Let's go inside
the costume room.  No one could see Alex and I when we were there..."

   The guys considered the offer for a moment.  In the end, the bulge in
their pants decided for them.

   "Alright" Alex said, dragging me forcefully to the costume room while
Ari headed for the prop room.

   As soon as Liang had locked the door, hands were all over me.  They
rubbed and grabbed and groped and fondled every part of my body.  Not a
single inch of my skin was free of palms and fingers exploring it. 
Simultaneously, the boys restrained me.  Alex and Hugo put my arms behind
my back and cuffed my wrists together with the handcuffs Ari had brought
from the prop room.  At the same time, Chris and Sodden put my ankles
together and cuffed them too.

   "Good," Alex said as he began fondling my breasts alongside Isa.  "She's
a wild one sometimes."

   Oh yeah.  Restrain me, tame me, I thought.  Things couldn't be more hot.
A single girl, nude, surrounded by clothed guys, was cuffed and fondled by
them.  I loved it when one guy touched me, but nothing, NOTHING could beat
the feeling of seven pairs of hands all over me.  I was such a slut.  I was
letting seven guys touch me at the same time.  I was such a slut.  And I
loved it.

   They took turns enjoying different parts of my body.  One would finger
me, the other would be leaving kisses on my butt cheeks after slapping
them, another would kiss me on the lips, two would grope my boobs at the
same time, etc...  Not a single hand was left idle, all touched my body.

   Isabel was right.  I was very much into bondage.  What I wanted was
submission.  I was their whore, and I loved it when they made me their
whore.  We kept at it for quite a while, until finally they made me orgasm.
I collapsed in their arms, letting them hold me and touch my body more
gently, more softly.  Even after I orgasmed, they could keep touching me.
There was no reason to refuse them that.  After having recovered my energy,
they uncuffed me, and we went out of the costume room as if nothing had
happened to wait for the rest of the class's return.

   And thus even more days passed until, finally the most special day of
the year came.  At least for me.  I was lucky, or, depending on how you see
it, unlucky enough to be born a few days away from Christmas.  The good
thing that it entailed was that whenever my birthday was about, I was sure
to be free that day.  And since Alex and I had become best friends when we
were seven, I had spent every single one of my birthdays at his house,
alone with him.  I had never been one for artifice and majesty, and a
simple day spent alone with the one person I loved more than anything else
in the world was more than enough for me.  In any case, his birthday too
was spent exactly the same way, with me in his house.  Ours was a strong
and unbreakable bond, and on this birthday, our respecting the same old
tradition of being alone together proved that once again.

   Things though, had changed greatly with time.

   Before, we would both sit on the couch for the whole day and play video
games.  Later, it would become movies.  But now all that had changed.  We
weren't children anymore.  He was a man, and I, a woman.  Our way of
spending time together had warped into something far more adult and
beautiful.  I have described how I was always nude in the presence of my
gang, now.  That fact also applied to when I was alone with Alex.  Every
single minute we spent together, I spent it in total nudity next to him. 
He was my man, after all.  The man of the house, and I was his girl.  It
felt right that I should always be naked in his presence.  Ours wasn't a
relationship of equality anymore.  Had it ever been, I wonder?  I had never
held him in my arms as he cried, nor comforted him when doubts plagued his
mind.  Alex was warrior-like in every sense.  HE was the one who had always
looked after me.  Even before I had discovered this ultra-feminine behavior
which my one sided nudity channelled, I had been the vulnerable one in the
relationship.  Even back then, his figure was one of protection and often,
even discipline, when he would scold me for stupid behavior.  Stupid
behavior which I'm afraid to say is quite defining of me.  Isabel would not
have been happy, but...  Well, Alex and I were the perfect stereotype of
the traditional, patriarchal gender roles.

   He had always been the strong one, the confident one, the man to look
after the vulnerable girl.  And now, it had become exacerbated to the
utmost level.  Now I was always nude in his presence while he remained
clothed.  A direct and overt submission of the female who accepted an
inferior and obedient role towards her man.

   The only traditional thing I didn't do was cook for him.  I was more
shit at it than I was shit at keeping my clothes on around my guy friends.
Otherwise, I absolutely REVELED in indulging in that most sexist of
relationships, this behavior that was a caricature of the so despised
traditional gender roles which made women servants of men.  I couldn't even
understand WHY.  I was a feminist, every bit as much as Isabel!  Were a day
to come when the old patriarchal world of the 40's and before would come
back, I would've been the first to stand up and fight for the rights of my
fellow women.  The idea that women should be forced to serve men and be
inferior to them made me sick, it made me disgusted.  And yet...

   Yet nothing gave me more pleasure than indulging in it...  What the fuck
was wrong with me?

   In any case, it was my birthday, and I spent it in it's proverbial suit,
sexualised, objectified and submitting to my man.  I sat next to him on the
couch, watching a movie with him as his hands felt me up incessantly.  He
wouldn't leave my tits alone.

   Not that it was a bad thing at all...

   "So," he said.  "It's almost four o' clock now and I still haven't
bought you a gift.  It's not a proper birthday if you don't get a present."

   "I told you, I don't care about presents."

   "You always say that yet that one time I forgot to buy you one you
looked like a sad puppy for the whole day."

   "No I didn't!"

   "You even started crying at some point."

   I chuckled.

   "That's because I thought you stopped loving me.  I thought it was your
way of saying you didn't want to be my friend anymore."

   He took my face in his hands with a smile.

   "Silly girl.  Of course I love you." We kissed.  Even though I gave my
lips to all my guy friends, and had even given one to Ian now; it still
felt far more special and rewarding with Alex.  I was a little slut to all
my guy friends, but Alex...  Alex was my man.  "So, what do you want me to
buy for you?"

   "Does it have to be something you buy?  You sound like one of those
Madmen characters from the 50's, devout ultra capitalist types."

   "Alright, then it can be something I do for you.  A favor.  That can be
a good gift, right?"

   "Yeah, that's a good idea.  Could be a change for once."

   "Alright then.  Ask anything, and I'll do it for you."

   I straightened up, excited.

   "Really?  So I can make you do anything I want?  ANYTHING?"

   "Unfortunately for me, yes."

   "Even make you watch a romantic movie with me?!" I squeaked.  "I had an
easier time convincing you not to shave your beard than make you watch a
girl flick with me!"

   He sighed.

   "Uh-oh, I'm starting to regret this idea.  You're gonna make me suffer
aren't you?"

   "I don't get the chance often, I should jump on it..."

   My smile was evil and scheming, but it soon evaporated into nothingness.
A thought crossed my mind.  I knew exactly what it was I wanted for my
birthday.

   "I know what I want to ask you."

   "Then ask."

   "But first...first you have to promise me you won't be mad if I do."

   His eyebrows arched.

   "Why would I be mad...  Jade?  What are you gonna ask me?..."

   "I won't tell you until you promise me.  Promise me you won't be mad."

   He still looked at me dubiously, but finally nodded.

   "Fine.  I promise you I won't be mad.  So what is it?"

   I took the deepest breath I ever took in my life.  I put my arms around
his neck and brought my nude body as close to him as I could, crushing it
tight against him.  His clad erection sprang against my wet pussy.  My lips
brushed against his.

   "For my birthday, I want you to...  I want you to let me give you a
blowjob."

   His eyebrows jumped.

   "What?"

   "I...  This is so weird to say but...  I...  I wanna give you a blowjob
Alex.  Please."

   He shook his head.

   "Jade, baby...  I can't do that.  You're...you're my best friend.  This
is wrong."

   "Come on, you promised.  You promised you wouldn't be mad." There was
hesitation in his eyes.  "Come on Alex.  I know you want it too."

   First a groan, then a sigh...and then a smile.

   "Of course I want it but...  This is so weird.  You're my best friend.
We've been buddies all our lives.  I can't see my best buddy...giving me a
blow job.  Best friends don't act like that."

   "Maybe it's time for a new chapter in our lives.  And you know what? 
The fact we're best buddies...  I don't know, it makes it even more hot,
don't you think?  Just see this as a casual blow job.  Your best friend
wants to give you one, casually, just out of friendship.  You're not gonna
refuse her on her birthday are you?"

   He fought his societal instincts for a while, and when the tiring
internal battle came to and end, he smiled again.

   "Alright you little slut.  Do it like Secretary Jane does."

   Licking my lips hungrily, I knelt down before him.

   "I'm sure I can do it better."

   I opened his zipper and slightly, only slightly pulled his jeans down.
Only enough so that his dick could be out.  I still wanted him to be
entirely clothed.  My hand went into his boxers, and found...it.  A shudder
went through me when my hand grasped it.  It felt perfect in my hand, as if
my palms and fingers were made just for his cock.  I brought it out, and
there it hung, hard and majestic.  It was large, and so good to look at. 
My Alex had a beautiful cock.  How could I not want it in my mouth?

   I raised my head to smile at him.

   "I love your cock Alex."

   He placed his hand on my head.

   "Shush now, baby.  Put that mouth to good use."

   Oh yes, I was going to.  First, I just rubbed my face against it,
slowly, to feel it.  A gasp went out of my mouth as it first touched my
face.  It felt so warm and good.  Like the heat of a chimney in winter. 
Such a comforting and relaxing feeling...  After a while of rubbing it
against my face, I slowly brought my lips together, and placed them against
the girth of his dick.

   "Mwwwwaaaaahh...", my slow, sweltering kiss sounded like.

   I left a bunch of other small kisses all across his cock.  I was his
bitch.  I wasn't some stupid girlfriend who was doing her boyfriend a favor
reluctantly.  No, I was thanking him by adoring and loving his cock he let
me enjoy.  HE was doing me a favor.  The lucky one was ME.

   "Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah," and on and on those slow and small kisses on
his dick went, until finally, I felt ready.

   Opening my lips, I closed my eyes, and let my instincts carry me to one
of the best feelings I had ever been blessed to feel.  His cock slid into
my mouth, easily and perfectly.  It was as if my mouth had been made
specifically for that goal.  One thing was sure, it felt easier for me to
suck his cock than to even talk.  It felt so natural.  And so good, oh, so
good.  I feasted on his cock slowly and lovingly.  It went on for god knows
how long.  I wasn't of this earth anymore, I had gone into a trance, an
otherwordly paradise.  This felt so good...  As good as getting fondled. 
As good as being tied up.

   "Hmmm...hmmm..." I moaned and moaned on his cock.

   Finally, after a very long while, I felt it throb in my mouth, and
grasping my hair, he forced me on his dick as a wave of warm cum washed
into my mouth and down my throat.  I swallowed it all with unfathomable
joy. All the girls I knew told me of how bad and sour it tasted.  Yet to
me, it felt like a shot of alcohol, by no means delicious...and yet...  Yet
somehow still delicious, in a strange, sour sort of way.

   My heart was pounding.  I couldn't believe it.  I had sucked cock.  I
had sucked my first cock.  It felt so much more important and so much more
joyous than my first kiss.  Most girls swooned over the idea of their first
kiss.  I swooned thinking of my first blow job.  And it couldn't have been
any better.  I felt Alex's hand caressing my hair.

   "Did you like it?"

   I looked up at him and smiled.

   "It was the best birthday gift I could ever get.  Thank you."

   He chuckled.

   "Asking to suck cock for her birthday present...  You're such a slut
Jade."

   I gave his cock a grateful smooch.

   "That's the best compliment you could've given me.  Thank you. 
Listen... I know you're done but...do you mind if I keep sucking it?  It
just feels so good."

   "Are you serious?  How can you like that so much?"

   I shrugged.

   "What do you expect?  I'm a slut."

   "And a skilled one at that.  But I won't hide that I had better blow
jobs before."

   I frowned as a pinch of jealousy burned in me.

   "I don't care how good your girlfriends were.  I'll be better than all
of them."

   "That'll take practice.  A lot of practice."

   "I'll do it for hours until I get perfect if I have to."

   "Good girl."

   As if to prove my point, I put his dick in my mouth again and suckled on
it.  Hmm...hmm...it felt so good...  That's when a mischievous smile formed
on my lips.  Removing the cock from my mouth, I asked.

   "Alex?  Are we hanging out with the gang next weekend?"

   "Yeah.  Why do you ask?"

   "Oh, it's nothing.  I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed...  I'll be
getting a TON of practice --"