A lot, but now it's Monday

The skirt I selected was another pervert’s dream. Red plaid with pleats, it seemed barely long enough for the broad leather belt I wrapped around my waist. I added a pair a mid-thigh fishnets that left about four inches of skin bare to the bottom of my skirt. My top was a white halter-top, tied up in the middle.

I stared at myself in the mirror. How many guys would line up the fuck me before and after classes? Maybe some of them would stop me in the halls and lead me into the bathrooms or under the stairs, using me like the filthiest of sluts. I knew that I wanted to be treated like a whore and that I didn't mind looking the part, not one bit.

My bag was light. I hadn’t bothered to pack a lunch and most of my books were under my bed. I knew that Denise wouldn’t let me worry about food or classes.

I made my way to school across the university again.

Where on Friday I had crept and scampered across campus this morning I strutted on a pair of black lace-up boots. Once again my skirt just covered the cheeks of my ass, high and firm on the thick platforms of my knee-high boots, and my smooth, sweet mound. The cropped leather jacket I had thrown on over my halter-top kept my arms warm but added no modesty to my look.

A few wolf whistles and more than a few stares went my way as I walked. As I started to feel the eyes on me I put a definite sway in my step, letting my ass put on a show for anyone who cared to look.

Author's Note: I have hit a bit of wall with Saturday. A few pieces more than I have posted but I am not delighted with where they ended up. A few months back I started exploring Katie's first days at school. It is mostly snippets but perhaps posting some of Monday will get the grey matter working.