Going Down The Slut Route

It happened three times in total during the meal. Three times Holly had to rush to the restaurant washroom and masturbate frantically in a cubicle. Three times she came back looking increasingly flushed and exhausted. She was able to pass it off as a stomach bug, and even Maisie was willing to skip dessert to get Holly, who appeared to be genuinely unwell, home. But not long after they arrived back, Holly was locked in the bathroom, masturbating again. She knew she couldn't go on like this. It was no way of living.

Mercifully, the horniness did then ease off, for a while at least. Holly flopped herself down dejectedly onto her bed, all of her energy spent, as she began to face up to the grim reality that any vague semblance of a normal life she had managed to maintain up until now seemed to be completely gone. Mary soon joined her, sitting beside her eldest daughter and stroking her back sympathetically.

"It's pretty intense isn't it?" Mary asked "I still shudder at the thought now sometimes, a quarter of a century later"

"I can't do it Mom. How am I going to work? How am I going to do anything if I keep having to....." Holly sighed as she tucked her knee under her chin in that way she so often did when she was feeling defensive "I'm going to have to go the other route aren't I? I'm going to have to become a slut just so I can have a life"

"It doesn't make you a slut if you are doing it to protect yourself, Holly. I'm certainly not going to judge you for it"

"Everyone else fucking will though, won't they?" Holly sulked "I can't exactly say, no it's okay guys I'm only screwing my way around town to fool my curse into thinking I am trying to get pregnant"

There was a pause as Mary didn't have an answer for that. Holly was completely right. The damage this could do to her reputation was immense.

"So how many guys would I have to sleep with?" Holly asked eventually.

"I don't know exactly, one a week might take the edge of that element of the curse but to really get it under control you are talking about probably one a day. And different guys too. Not every time, but if you've slept with a guy three or four times without getting pregnant the curse is going to assume he is a dud, since Petersen women are highly fertile, and it is going to start punishing you again"

"Fucking Hell, I've slept with three guys ever" Holly fretted "And you know me. I'm incredibly particular with men. I'm just not attracted to that many. The whole looks and personality combination has to be exactly on point for what I like for me to feel anything at all"

"Then maybe this might be a good opportunity for you to broaden your horizons" Mary reasoned "Try new things. Give a chance to guys you would have overlooked before. You might just find your Mr Right that way"

"Whats the point? Unless I want to have their kids after three days the curse is going to make me move on anyway" Holly wondered "So this is actually working against me finding someone I can build the sort of relationship I might want to bring a child into one day. Although I am not sure that would even be the responsible thing to do, seeing as it would inevitably be a girl who would have the exact same curse I do and she'd have to deal with this shit"

"I'll leave you here to figure it out, Holly. Whatever you do you have my complete support"

As her mother left the room, Holly picked up her phone and, with a heavy sigh, started to weigh up her options. She needed to have full penetrative sex with someone, ideally that evening. And the more meaningless it was, the better. But who was she going to choose, and how was she going to go about seducing them?