A New Approach

Holly woke up the next morning feeling that, if nothing else, last nights experience had proven the horniness curse could be beaten by frequent sex with different guys. She just had to make sure she found men she actually had some level of attraction towards from now on to make her predicament vaguely bearable.

When she did the maths, the task ahead of her was pretty overwhelming. Holly had just turned twenty five, so could expect to remain fertile for another twenty years, at a conservative estimate. Knowing the effect of the curse of the Purest Petersen it would doubtless be way longer than that, but she used that figure as a starting point. Over the next two decades, assuming Mary's estimate of her needing to sleep with a guy a day was accurate, Holly would need to fuck around seven thousand two hundred and fifty different men. She could cut the number somewhat if she was willing to sleep with some guys up to three times. But even if she liked them, that felt like a bad idea. What she was going to do would be far simpler with no strings attached, no feelings involved on either side and, ideally, nobody she slept with really knowing anything about her.

It felt like a gruelling ordeal, but if the alternatives were to either have a baby she didn't want with someone she didn't love, or accept living her life as a hermit who did very little other than masturbate, then this was her least bad option. It almost made Holly laugh when she started to think of the absurd practicalities of it all. How was she going to fit fucking all of these men in around her work, for example?

It also made her angry with the unfairness of it all. It was bad enough she was cursed in the first place. Why did she have to be more cursed than anyone else? Melanie and Ellie were older than she was and had never had to deal with this shit, neither would Maisie if she decided she didn't want a child before she was twenty five. But Holly had always been a pragmatic person. This was the situation she was faced with, and she would have to deal with it as best she could.

The first thing she decided was that she would not be doing any of this as herself. Holly Petersen was a sweet, respectable and conscientious young woman who prioritised work over her love life and didn't really do casual sex. She needed an alter ego for this. She decided on the name Laney which was a play on her middle name of Elaine. If she needed a surname for any reason she could think of one later.

In Holly's mind Laney wasn't a slut, but a powerful and assertive young lady who owned her sexuality and wasn't afraid to go after what she wanted. There was probably a part of Holly that would have quite liked to be like that herself, at least some of the time, though she wouldn't have dared. But now she was **** to go in that direction, she figured maybe she could have some fun with it.

Laney would naturally dress quite differently to Holly so there could be no confusion over what it was she was looking for. Frustratingly, she was going to have to spend some of her hard earned wages creating a new area of her wardrobe, so it would now be split into four sections rather than three - smart, casual, work and slutty - or at least Laney. Currently, she had precisely one outfit that might be suitable for that last section. She had bought a sexy black dress, that really showcased her boobs, for the birthday party of a guy she had liked a couple of years back, then wimped out of actually wearing it that evening. Today, it was finally making it's public debut.

She knew very well the impression she was giving walking around dressed like that that in the middle of the day, but she had to commit to this to make it work and push any embarrassment or even shame she felt to the back of her mind.. Guys would know exactly what she wanted now, which would save her time and hassle. No way was she doing any of this in Chapel Hill though, so she got in her car and drove for around thirty minutes to Raleigh. It was still closer to home than she would have liked, but she only had so much of her time to devote to finding men to fuck.

Initially, channelling Laney proved to be quite challenging for Holly. The first guy approached who fit her general criteria - handsome, well dressed, in good shape and a little older than her turned out to be married and politely declined her advances, while the second ruined the mood by asking her how much she charged. As mortifying as this all was for Holly, she figured Laney wouldn't give a shit and just keep going, adjusting her technique so she was able to look for things like wedding rings and not coming on too strongly to anyone, while still making her intentions clear.

It was third time lucky for Laney, kind of. She was sitting on a bench and watching out for any other guys who caught her eye when someone approached her. He was probably a few years younger than she was and very casually dressed. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't have gone for him. But these circumstances were far from normal, he was a decent looking guy and Holly really didn't feel like approaching anyone else today. This was far easier. All she had to do was twirl her hair while eye fucking her suitor and wait for him to make his move.

Sure enough, it didn't take long.

"So, Laney" he built up the courage to ask "Shall we go somewhere I can buy you a drink and we can get to know each other better?"

"Actually, I'm from out of town and won't be here by evening" Holly responded "So shall we just cut to the chase?"

"Oh sure" the guy nodded, not quite believing his luck "So, here's the thing. I don't quite have my own pad yet and my parents are super strict about me bringing girls back. But I do know somewhere we can go. It's outdoors and technically private property, but it's also pretty romantic and we won't get caught, I promise. What do you say?"

Holly would have said a resounding " no". But she was Laney now, and neither of her personalities were in the mood to approach anyone else from scratch at this point.

"Why not?" she smiled "Let's go there now"