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Make sure they're sexy. And it better be slutty. And you better act like a whore. These were phrases Lexi shouted at Betsie as she walked up the stairs to her room. Fuck. Fuck my life. Just fuck it. These were phrases Betsie was shouting in her head. She wondered how her life had come to this; being made to do perverted things by people she hated. Why couldn't they make her cluck like a chicken and be done with it. Instead she had to "FFFFUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!" Betsie shouted in frustration. There was nothing she could do. She swore after today she would never touch a banana again.

Betsie stormed into her bedroom and threw the bananas on the bed. She wanted to get into her bed, pull the covers over her head and for everything to be back to normal when she woke. Instead Betsie found herself looking through her wardrobe for her first slutty outfit. Her hands seem to know what to get before she did. "Fuck," was all Betsie could manage when she saw what the chose. The top was a tight white blouse that was too small for her and a short black skirt. The reason why it was so bad was that Betsie had deliberately worn this exact outfit for one of her maths lessons just to tease Harry. Her mother was out that night otherwise she would never have gotten away with it. Instead she had worn it and laughed as Harry struggled to form a sentence or hide his erection. He had spent most of the lesson crossed legged. Now the same outfit seemed to be mocking her. "Fuck," she said again as she tossed the items on the bed and went to her underwear drawer. Betsie would have been more impressed if her hands had managed to find something that wasn't slutty. A dark blue thong and matching bra soon ended on the bed next to her outfit. Never before had Betsie wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole like she did now. "Fuck my life," said a resigned Betsie as she began to unbutton her jeans.

"Hi Harry," Betsie said in her most sultry voice into her phone. "Have you seen what I'm wearing?" She flipped her camera around so instead of pointing at her it was pointing at a full length mirror. The phone captured exactly what Betsie could see; a slut. Betsie briefly wondered if she looked as slutty last time she wore this outfit or whether it was because she knew what was coming next. Yet somehow the heels looked higher, the skirt looked shorter and the top looked tighter. The red lipstick she had just applied only added to the look. "Remember when I wore this for one of our lessons. I remember because I was soooo horny. The thought of you looking down my top or imagine you seeing up my skirt or you teaching this bad girl a proper lesson." Betsie purred the word girl. "I know you were imagining it toooo," she cooed. "Well you don't need to imagine any more." With that Betsie put one foot on the bed. Her skirt rode up her thighs and her thong was on display in the mirror ... and her phone. Betsie zoomed in on her thong. "See how wet I am just dreaming about you teaching me a lesson." To emphasise the point Betsie rubbed her fingers up and down her thong. "Hmmmmm." Betsie thought if Harry was standing where the mirror was he would have just shot his load. "But that's not all you wanted to see," and with that Betsie switched the camera back to selfie mode. She lifted the phone so it was now pointing down at her. "You wanted to see these," she said groping her tits with her spare hand. "I bet you were praying for," Betsie undid her top button, "These buttons," next button, "To spring open," next button, "And for to be able to see my bra." At this point Betsie had opened enough buttons so not only was her bra on display but also a deep valley of cleavage. Betsie rubbed the top of her tits to emphasis that the lifted the bottom of her breasts to the valley even deeper.

"But what I was really hoping would happen is that you would say 'that all mathematicians do their best work naked'. I would play dumb and say 'really!'. You would say 'of course they do' and I would say ' well in that case ... '. Betsie switched back to mirror view. Her heel was still on the bed so her thong was on display but so was most of her bra now. There was no doubt in Betsie's mind that the reflection in the mirror screamed slut back at her. However Betsie knew her performance wasn't done yet. Her smile never waned as she slowly started undoing the rest of the buttons. Soon her top was on her bed. "Hmmm," said Betsie as she licked her middle finger, "I see what you mean." She undid her zip on her skirt and shimmied it down her legs. "Feeling so free." She stepped out of her skirt and kicked it towards the mirror. She reached around and unclasped her bra. "Soooo free." She slid her bra down her arms while trying to keep her phone focused on the mirror. Soon it was off and in her spare hand. Betsie spun the bra around her head a few times before throwing it at the mirror. This had the effect of making her breasts jiggle.

Betsie hooked her thumb onto the waistband of her thong. "At this point I would ask ' do I have to be naked?' and you would say in a firm voice 'yes'." She lowered her thumb just enough so her thong started to move down. The Betsie stopped, winked at the mirror and in one swift motion pushed her thong all the way down to her ankles. Even though she was dying inside, Betsie stood up and smiled at the mirror. She stepped out of her thong and heels then turned around so her back was to the mirror. She lifted her phone above her head so the mirror was back in view then slowly, making sure everything was being filmed, she bent down and picked up her thong. Betsie stood up again and faced the mirror. She spun her thong around her finger and when the purple garment when flying across the room she giggled like a little schoolgirl.

Betsie flipped the camera back to selfie mode. "And how would I thank you? The only way I know how." With that Betsie grabbed one of the bananas and started to lick it. "Hmmm, tastes good." She licked it for a bit more before swirling her tongue around the top. Then she opened her mouth and began to bob her head up and down the banana while never taking her eyes off her phone. As Betsie fed more and more of the banana into her mouth, she made louder and louder slurping and groaning noises. When Betsie felt like she had done this for long enough she pulled the banana out of her mouth and aimed it at her tits. "Bang! Bang! Harry," Betsie said in her sexiest voice. "You could shoot your gun at my tits like the maths stud you are."

Betsie kissed the banana and winked at the camera. Stop. Betsie had never been so relieved to hit the stop button. She let out a deep sigh and collapsed onto the bed. Betsie felt exhausted. She looked at her screen and wanted to press delete. Instead she was compelled to hit send. She hoped it was good enough and that bitch didn't make her do it again. "Fuck!" Betsie cried again in frustration. Two more videos to do. Betsie decided she would kill the cow if she made her do it again.