Frat House Boys

“You sure about this? You don’t look so good” said Peter when he heard Judith’s reply.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?” she told him before letting Doug lead her back upstairs, with a crowd of horny, drunk men right behind them.

Judith woke up – with a splitting headache – when the first rays of the morning sun touched her closed eyes. There was some guy lying asleep on top of her with his limp cock still buried inside her cunt. The girl barely mustered the strength to push him off herself. She felt drained of all life, exhausted beyond words. Her muscles ached from exertion so she simply remained in bed, not even bothering to open her eyes and thanking God for the pleasant, warm sunrays which soothed her exploited body. Her pussy was sore, her ass hurt a bit and her jaw felt stiff. Her toned stomach and thighs, her lush tits, her face and her palms were all covered with a thick layer of dry cum not to mention that the whole room was filled with the overpowering scent of beer and semen. Someone was snoring nearby; other than that, the room was quiet.

Last night’s party must have been something. Too bad she remembered nothing after the moment she had accepted Doug’s little invitation. It seemed… unfair. Especially after letting half the frat house screw her senseless.

“Fuck.”

She got up after another hour or so. Upon opening her eyes Judith noticed that the bed sheets were almost stiff with dry cum. Some of the boys were probably jacking off while they were waiting their turn, watching their luckier peers nail the red-headed punk-rocker. Beer cans, empty bottles and cigarette butts were strewn all over the room along with many used condoms. Three men were sleeping on the floor beneath small piles of clothes. Judith disregarded the unusualness of the situation and made her way to the bathroom. She needed a shower badly.

As she scrubbed the seed off her body she felt that there was something around her neck; something like a choker, and with a metal tag at the front. “Funny I didn’t notice earlier” she thought.

Doug entered the bathroom just when Judith was leaving the shower. He was a mess but he looked quite happy, smiling sheepishly and gawking at her exposed, wet, nubile form. Judith felt refreshed and she gave Doug a friendly – although a bit **** – smile as she wrapped a towel around herself.

“Good morning. I was afraid that you left already” the man spoke up and yawned.

“I had to take a shower… You know” Judith answered. “Besides, I can’t find my clothes.” She leaned towards the mirror to examine her ‘neckpiece’. It wasn’t a choker but more of a dog collar. It was wide, made of black leather and with a large, steel buckle. The tag had the word ‘bitch’ engraved on both sides in capital letters. Judith watched it for a while in complete silence and then giggled and began to take it off. “Your idea?”

“Nah, it was Mark’s. You can keep it, by the way. I’m sure he won’t mind.” he chuckled. “As for your clothes, I had them washed. I’ll bring them right up.”

Judith smiled and leaned against the wall. The collar would certainly match her tattoo, but there was no way she would be wearing it in front of her dad; with or without the tag. It was a cool gift, though. Her pondering was interrupted when Doug stuck his head back inside the bathroom.

“By the way, uh, you ever thought about coming to more of our parties? The guys would pay you a lot more than they did yesterday. And you could always invite your friends or bandmates.”

“Hey, I’m not a hooker, alright!?” Judith raised her voice, feeling insulted.

“No! No way! You’d be, like, a mascot! Yeah. You know, wearing sexy costumes, cheering, dancing.” The girl was obviously not convinced. “Look, no one would **** you to do anything you don’t want and you’d be in the center of everyone’s attention. Think about it. You’re hot and you’re wild. The guys love you. It would be like a party every week with people paying you big bucks just for having fun.”

“I’ll think about it” she replied flatly.

Judith took the bus home and wondered on the way about Doug’s offer. The band equipment was not exactly what a musician would dream of, so she could certainly use some cash. Especially if all she’d need to do is attend parties and have fun. It would be like starring in her own show and Judith loved being in the spotlight. She craved other people’s attention. Still, it would mean less time with her boys: Josh, Peter and Brad.