Friday classes

Before physics I played with the coin in my hand. What was I doing? I honestly wasn't even having sex using the coin, at least not sex that I wanted to have. I was just messing around with women in perverted ways. I needed a long-term plan before I just dived head first into degeneracy permanently.

As I was waiting for class to start and thinking about my current situation, a repeat of earlier this week happened was Trenton walking up to me. He was giddy but also concerned. God, I wish I could just avoid him.

"Holy shit Emily," He said. "Check this out."

He showed me an Instagram DM with some woman named Tessa Love. The first message was from him and it read "hey, I'm doing a dumb bet and I know you'll never respond, but I was wondering if you wanted to fly over to my state and go on a date this Sunday? I was thinking we could just cut to the chase and fuck all night instead of actually getting to know each other or whatever. Like I said this is a stupid bet and I know you'll never respond which is why I'm not going for subtlety here. Sorry about the harassment, see ya!" She surprisingly had a response that read "Awww, you're so cute . I'd love to go on a date with you. Where do you want to meet up? Want to pick me up at the airport and then we can go back to your place?"

"I told you. Now, who is this?" I asked.

"Not important," He waved me off. "Also, what are you wearing?" I glared at him.

"You really don't remember?" I said. He shook his head. I slapped his arm. Hard. "We made a bet and now I have to dress all slutty! Now tell me what I want to know or I'll show you what the coin can do."

"Fine! Fine!" He said. He was rubbing his shoulder. He brought his voice down low. "She's a —" He grumbled so low I couldn't hear him.

"A what?"

"A porn star, okay?" He said a little louder. He swiped to her Instagram to show me.

"Jesus Trenton, she must be like 35," I said as he swiped through a bunch of suggestive photos.

"33 actually." He put his phone away. "I did not expect her to say yes okay." I just giggled.

"Well I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time," I said. "In fact—"

"Don't dare make a bet!" Trenton said. Dr. Odate glared at him from the front of the class. He gulped and lowered his voice. "I mean, just chill out, okay?"

"Considered me chilled," I said. "Now do you understand the predicaments I'm in?"

"I understand you have a golden goose in your hand," He said. "I want to use it too."

"No way," I said. "It's mine."

"Come on. What makes you more worthy of it than me?" He asked.

"It doesn't matter. I spent a decade endearing myself to a nice old man and you didn't. So I got a magic coin and you didn't."

"Come on. You won't even give me a chance?" Trenton said.

"I don't trust you. Look I have a bit of confidence because the last few days, so I'm going to be honest." I took a breath. "I think you're a creep. I've spent enough time with you to not think it's intentional, but you just don't know how to not make women uncomfortable. I hope you learn someday but until then you're just a bit too creepy for me to want to give you a magic artifact."

Trenton look honestly hurt. He put his hand on his chest and leaned back.

"And how do I prove myself as not creepy?" He said.

"I dunno," I shrugged. "How about this?" Hey I put the coin my desk. The way the hall was designed it wasn't a row of desks but a bunch of chairs behind one long one. I pushed the coin so it's slid a couple yards away from us. "No magic, no nothing." I held up my hands to show there was nothing in them. "You leave me alone for a week. No pestering, no asking me out, no being annoying, and then I'll use the phone to ask some of my female friends how you've been, and if there are no complaints I'll let you borrow it one of these days."

"'One of these days?'" He asked.

"Look I need to figure out a system that doesn't end with you running off with it." I put my hands down. "Gimme some time." He just stared at me for a moment.

"Deal," he said. We shook hands.

After Trenton left I walked over to the where the coin had stopped and picked it up. Class was about to begin, but I still wasn't done. Dr. Odate was really hot. I feel like I've understated that. I wanted to do something fun with her. I walked up to her furiously writing out equations for us to solve when class started.

"Hey, Dr. Odate," I said.

"Yes?" She responded, not looking up from the board.

"I see you don't have a ring on your finger. Are you not married?" I asked.

"My personal life is none of my students' businesses." She said sternly.

"I bet that you actually want to tell me," I gave her the coin a kiss. "If I'm right you have to answer any personal question I ask. If not? I'll leave you alone." She just sighed.

"Fine." She turned to me. "You're right. I'm pent up and I need someone to talk to. The truth is I'm in a long-term relationship with my boyfriend but we haven't tied the knot yet. We just don't really care about that kind of stuff."

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Danny," She answered.

"I bet you guys have sex like, three times a night. If I'm right you have to skip today's quiz." I said.

"Excuse me!" She flipped. "That's incredibly inappropriate young lady!!"

"I'm right though, yes?" I pushed. She sighed again and lowered her voice.

"Yes, you're right," She said. "I guess no quiz." She threw her hands up and let them come back down to smack her sides.

"Let's play another game," I said. I look her up and down. She's wearing a skirt suit that goes past her knees in a maroon color with a white shirt underneath. "We have what, five minutes before class? I bet if you went to the bathroom and masturbated you could make yourself cum three times before we needed to start. If I'm right you have to clean yourself up with your panties and give them to me before class starts."

I don't know why I was doing this. I was so obsessed with playing with my food. I could probably just make bets that let me have sex with these women but I would rather have them be humiliated and dominated in eclectic ways. Dr. Odate just walked silently to the bathroom.

When Dr. Odate came back she was on wobbly knees. She walked over to where I was seated and put something down on my desk with a squish. I looked at it and saw it was her panties, extremely wet. I quickly took them before anyone noticed and stuffed them into my pocket. Then I brought my hand up to my nose to smell. It was heavenly. By the time I looked up Dr. Odate was already back at the front of the class, announcing that our daily quiz was going to be skipped today.

During lunch I had to drive back to the mall. Right now I looked less like I was trying to be intentionally sexy and more like I lost a fight with someone that got my clothes destroyed. If I wanted a good impression for my date, I needed to get some actually sexy clothes so I could wear something that was both slutty and reasonable.

I ended up getting an entirely new wardrobe. I replaced all of my underwear with push-up bras and g-strings. I bought a bunch of crop tops and mini skirts. The only thing that I got that went past my knees were stockings and tight yoga pants that showed off my ass. All my shoes had to be high heels. I capped off my new look by buying ribbons to put my hair into twin tails. I'd get them braided later. I learned that I had a very specific view of what slutty looked like. Honestly it made me have to reexamine my opinions on women. I think in the end it was less that I thought this stuff belittled women and more that it's what I thought society thought belittled women. Yeah. That felt right.

After I finished acquiring my new wardrobe, I went to a sex shop. I had an idea. Ever since the coin flip I refused to make a bet without the coin physically in my hands, but Abraham mentioned it being on my person. Theoretically I should be able to have it in my jacket pocket or something. I decided to try a pendant.

Now you might be asking, "Em, why did you go to a sex shop to get a pendant?" To which I'd respond "Don't call me Em, we're not chill like that" and "I don't need to answer to you." But the actual answer is that I didn't want to. The moment I thought of getting a necklace to hold the coin, and I put the visual image of what I wanted to wear in my head, my brain went "that's not slutty enough." Instead, I bought myself a collar with a leash, and a little circular metal tag attached. It was cheap so I could pop out the disc that was attached and replace it with the coin. Once it was on I felt the compulsion to not remove it. It just felt right. Showing off my coin to anyone who cared.

Amanda laughed at my new collar and leash combo so I got her one as well. Then I told her she could only walk if someone was tugging on the leash. We were about to leave the store when I thought of something else. If everything went right tonight, and I'm sure I could make that happen, I'd probably be having sex. So I went over to the strap-on section and got a double-sided one. I got something modest because I didn't really like penetration that much. It was just something to try. Maybe actually having a time with a woman would be less traumatic.

The last thing I got for leaving the mall was something I got in the gymnastics section. A leotard. You see, a class I haven't introduced yet is PE. I only have it twice a week so it isn't a big deal, but today was one of those days. I usually wear a T-shirt and sweats but that apparently isn't skimpy enough. Instead, I bought a leotard that was incredibly too tight to show off some cameltoe. Like it was the fucking 80s. That is what I wore out of the store because I was concerned I wouldn't have enough time to change before class started.

I'm not the most in-shape person out there so PE was never really fun. Guys already stared at me enough in my dressed down ensemble, so wearing no pants and a fucking leash didn't help matters. At least I was allowed to tie it around my waist so it didn't get in the way. I could probably use the coin to get them to lay off but like, what, I have to do that to literally everyone who gawked at me? That felt like too much work. Might as well get used to it now. God, how long did this bet last? Would I be in the nursing home wearing mini skirts and tube tops to my dialysis appointments?

PE was another class I was unfortunate enough to share with Marilyn. I don't know why it just seemed like a cruel twist of fate. While I was on the butterfly press she came up to me. My hands are preoccupied so I didn't really have a chance to stop her from playing with my leash.

"Really Em? I knew you're perverted but this takes the cake. You know, all of us are leering at you," She said as she sat down on the machine across from me.

"Bite. Me." I sent through panted breaths.

"Oh, feisty," She said as she set up the weight. I saw her looking at what I had mine set to before setting it to two notches heavier.

"You know I didn't see you in art yesterday," I taunted. "How was your consultation?" Her smile dropped.

"None of your fucking business," She said. She got her hands into position and started exercising.

"But you did have one, right?" I pressed on as I started my next set. "Did you and your friends go in one at a time or did you share one session?"

"Shut up," She said. I striked my coin with a thumb like I was about to activate a super move.

"How about a bet?" I set my machine to the settings she had it on. "I bet despite already being winded I can do more reps than you. If I win, you stop calling me perverted. In fact, you have to keep up appearances and act like you're more perverted than I ever was. If I lose, I stop taunting you about your upcoming boob job."

"I could do more reps than you on your best day," She said. I rolled my eyes at that.

It was a very tough fight. I honestly thought I would lose despite the coin but I kept going. Eventually Marilyn caved. I beat her by exactly one rep. God, my arms burned after that.

"Well, I won," I panted out. "So tell me, how do you plan on acting perverted enough to really sell the story?" Marilyn panted even harder.

"Fine." She grunted. "I'm going to act like I looove my new boobies. Like they were all my idea. And I'll make sure to grope and slather love on my friends breasts as well. I'll be a real dyke about it." I was taking aback by the slur, too tired to fully register it. Still, why not make it so that she can actually start using them with impunity?

"Wow Marilyn, you can't say stuff like that," I got up. "Actually, maybe you can. I bet you're secretly attracted to women. Maybe men too, but definitely women. If I'm right, you have to make a sex tape and 'accidently' post it to the school's social media page. A really embarrassing one too. Doing something you actually find degrading."

"Huff, huff," She panted with her hands on her knees. "I know I'm not a queer. Maybe you are though with all your psychosexual bets."

"Do you agree or not?" I asked.

"Yeah fine whatever. If I win I get to back out of the stupid boob job thing." She said. I took a swing from my water bottle.

"I look forward to seeing your tape." Then I walked off.

Author's Note: okay I put this one through a word counter and my God I give you guys a lot. We passed 2,500 words on a daily update! I'm really proud of myself for doing this. There's always a warning this might slow down now that I have to actually write each day. I promise though that if I'm not writing here I'm writing on another story on this site so go check my other stuff out. And I really love the feedback I got on the last two chapters. If you guys have any other ideas please drop them in the comments.

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