Chapter 1

I am not sure if the enema treatment I received from Dr. Symonds did much for me, but I did have a good couple of days after that appointment, so maybe my gut biome was improving. I was supposed to see her next week for another session.

My new friend, Lara, who showed off a big body with great self confidence and revealing clothes, said she wanted to talk to me about something exciting. We went back to my room, where she explained that I could make $500 doing something “crazy.” She wouldn’t say what it was, but when she told me that I couldn’t shower for five days, and that I should wear the same panties every day for that whole time, I got a sort of clue what was involved. The specifics were a mystery, though, and I have to confess that I was pretty curious.

At first, I said no, though. “That’s disgusting,” I said. “What on earth could that be for?” “Five hundred bucks, my dear,” was all she said. “Stick with me. And there’s a lot more where that came from.” Well, I could certainly use the money. See, backing up a minute, I landed here on a full scholarship because the rich daddies of the boys who gang banged me at the frat house at the old school I went to didn’t want me to press charges or make a big stink with the university. So, they arranged for me to come here, to fancy pants college full of stuck-up bitches with perfect tits and round asses encased in expensive designer jeans. I didn’t have a lot of spending money, so I figured what the heck. I wouldn’t wash for five days. It’s not like I had a boyfriend or anyone who cared what I smelled like.

Lara also took me shopping. I got a black lace bra and a matching set of panties, garters, and black stockings. She also got me a pair of six-inch black heels and a miniskirt that was so short you could see my bush when I walked around. “Should I shave it, at long last?” I asked. I had been thinking maybe it was time. I was probably the only unshaved girl in the entire school, if not the entire state. I also wanted to shave my armpits. That was something I’d never done. My mother said that the devil made girls shave their armpits, and to have smooth armpits meant you were a satanic whore. I wonder what she would have thought if I told her that her scumbag husband fucked my tight hole almost every night starting when I was in the sixth grade. It’s a fucking miracle I never got pregnant.

“NO!! don’t. Please don’t,” Lara said. We went into the dressing room to try all of it on. She came into the dressing room with me. With her size, there wasn’t a lot of room to move around. It had already been a few days since I’d showered. She smelled my armpits and pussy and seemed pleased. Whatever it was she was doing, it was pretty weird, no? Five hundred bucks ... I kept saying that to myself.

Two more days went by, and honestly, my smell was starting to gross me out. My roommate, when she was there, gave me weird looks. She already thought I was as dumb cum dump. She had me lick her clean a few times, but she was staying away from me this week.

Late that night, I fingered myself a little and then smelled myself. Yikes! I smelled like a rat had crawled up inside me and died. I almost barfed from my own pussy smell. I thought, fuck it, I’m taking a shower, but then I thought, you know, I made Lara a promise. I don’t have many friends here, so I better stay dirty.

The next afternoon, Lara picked me up. I hadn’t realized she had a car. We drove about twenty minutes away from the campus. I was wearing my new slutty outfit, complete with high heels, the miniskirt and a see-through top she’d also gotten for me. She was dressed in a leather outfit, thigh high boots and a leather dress that was so tight that her huge melons were practically spilling out of it. She had on black lipstick and black eyeliner. Her hair was tied back tightly.

We pulled up in front of a very nice house, the kind of place you see in a magazine, with a circular driveway and an expansive, well-manicured lawn. Someone rich lived here. We rang the bell, and the door was answered by a trim, attractive woman who must have been at least 60. She was very thin and dressed in a rather formal looking skirt and silk blouse. Her white hair was neatly done and tied at the back with a silver clasp.

She said nothing to us, just turned and led us through the house. It was a big place, definitely the biggest, nicest house I’d ever seen. We’d lived in a trailer until I was 14, and had only just moved into a small house next to the railroad tracks. This place was a palace. We went up a marble staircase and down a long carpeted hall. The woman opened a bedroom door and gestured for us to go inside. I had been expecting a bedroom, but even in the dim light I could tell it was some sort of home gym. The floor was that rubber matting you see in weight rooms. A man, also around 70, sat naked on a bench covered with leather.