Chapter 23

“How long does it take a guy to get off?” Brandi asked, and Lily didn’t even hesitate before responding.

After Greg had cum inside her ass, he’d taken the toy out (an action which had simultaneously filled her with relief and disappointment) and asked her what she was up to that evening.

“Nothing,” she’d said, looking up at him obediently. “I’m all yours.”

He’d paused at that.

“All mine?”

“Yes, sir,” Lily responded, enjoying the burst of arousal she got from using the term of submission.

“You promise?”

“Of course.”

Greg weighed up his options for a second. On one hand, he’d only just met this chick, and she was clearly crazy. On the other hand, she seemed to be a kind of crazy he could use ... and he’d already emptied his balls several times that day.

“Get dressed,” he said, and when Lily had shot him a questioning look in response, he’d looked her firmly in the eyes. “Unless you’re not serious about being mine.”

She didn’t say anything in return, just got up and immediately started dressing. Greg disappeared into the back room for a minute, and when he returned, there was a small package in his hand.

“Go to this address,” he said firmly, “and deliver this. In return, they’re going to give you $200.”

“What is it?” Lily said, unable to resist.

“Drugs,” Greg said. “Deliver them and bring the money back, I’ll let you have some.”

Nodding slowly, Lily was amazed at how much that lit up her nether-regions. She’d never particularly been interested in drugs before now, but suddenly the idea of getting high and getting fucked was the hottest thing she could imagine.

“You screw me over on this ... I’ll never fuck you again.”

The look of fear that entered Lily’s eyes at his threat told Greg that he’d read the girl right. For whatever reason, she was desperate for cock and would do whatever it took to get it.

He was going to have a lot of fun with this one.

Lily had been afraid of going to a strange location alone, and so she’d dropped by Brandi’s house first and asked if she would come along. To her surprise, Brandi hadn’t even asked what they were doing or where they were going.

Halfway to “Marty’s”, the teens’ contemplative silence had been broken by Brandi’s question.

“I guess 5 minutes?” Lily responded, after a brief reflection. She certainly couldn’t remember anyone lasting much more than that - when Greg was slipping his well-lubricated cock into her ass, it certainly hadn’t taken much longer than 5 before he was cumming deep inside her.

“That’s what I thought,” Brandi said. She slipped back into a quiet reverie, and Lily decided not to disturb her.

When they eventually reached the address, some time later, they were surprised to find a sleazy strip club on the outskirts of town.

“Why are we here?” Brandi asked, for the first time curious about their mission - they had moved far enough away from the school that the counsellor’s influence had mostly faded. Lily slowly pushed the door open instead of answering, revealing a dark, mostly-empty bar.

There was a blonde girl in the middle of the stage, dancing provocatively, and both the girl’s eyes widened as they realized she was topless.

“Wow...” Brandi said, transfixed by the movement. A mixture of judgement and arousal came across Brandi’s face. Stripping was ... well, it was disgusting, she knew that.

So why was it suddenly so appealing to her?

As her friend stared, Lily nervously made her way over to the bar.

“Hey,” the rat-faced man polishing glasses grunted, a leer appearing on his face as he scanned her body. “You here for a job?”

“No,” Lily said, a shudder of heat passing through her body at the thought. “Greg told me to deliver this.”

She handed over the package, and the sleazy-looking bartender’s eyes lit up.

“Gimme that,” he said, snatching it from her. He seemed satisfied by the package’s contents, and slammed his fist into the side of the cash register, opening it up. He pulled out some filthy-looking notes, counted them twice, and then thrust them into Lily’s face.

“Thanks.” She slipped the money into her pocket, too distracted to count it.

“Let me know if you ever change your mind,” he said aggressively, and Lily just nodded dumbly in response.

The walk home was similarly quiet. The closer they got to the centre of town, to Mr. Foster’s power, the less Brandi wrestled with her feeling of disgust. By the time they reached Brandi’s house, her internal struggle had disappeared entirely, replaced by dreams of stripping, images of being the one up on the stage, removing her clothes and basking in the adoration of all those sexy, sleazy men.

I probably couldn’t even turn them on, she realized with a sigh. If nothing else, the encounter with Duncan proved that. As she’d been getting redressed from their anal tryst, a thought had crossed Brandi’s mind. Michael hadn’t even been able to get it up, and Duncan had resorted to thinking about men in order to cum inside her.

Was she really that unattractive?

The answer, she knew instinctively, was yes. She wasn’t even hot enough to make one of her best friends cum, one whom she knew (in the way that women so often did) had wanted her for years now.

Brandi’s mother - unsurprisingly - wasn’t home, and so she slowly stripped off in front of the mirror, tears welling up as she examined each part of her body, judging them, realizing that every one of them came up short.

Her legs were longer than she remembered, her boobs were fatter, and she didn’t even know what was going on with her ass. All-in-all, she looked like a parody of a woman ... no wonder she was having such trouble with the boys. They wanted someone real, not someone with exaggerated curves and a perpetually dumb look on her face.

Worst of all, as tears began to roll down her face, she could feel herself getting turned on.

What’s wrong with me? she thought desperately, even as one hand drifted between her legs. Knowing that I’m stupid ... worthless ... my only value is as a piece of ass ... that shouldn’t be turning me on... She pictured all the men in her life - Duncan, Michael, even Niles - standing above her, looking down on her, disgust in their eyes. In real life, she fell to her knees, her eyes closed, imagining that she was surrounded by the scornful looks of the men she loved.

“You’re scum,” she pictured them saying. “No, don’t touch us - you’re not even good enough for that.”

As they berated her, she imagined them pulling out their thick cocks, rubbing their hands up and down them, beating off even as they told her how little she turned them on, how much they despised her and how she was only good enough to be a receptacle for their cum.