Jack calls her what she is

Jack's message lit up her screen.

JACK: Knew you were a slut. Why couldn't you have shown that off back then? You'd have gotten the job no question

Lacy was going to blow a gasket. The nerve of this man! Her own reply read: im not a fucking slut.

JACK: Not a bad thing, baby. Love a good fucking slut.

LACY: im not a slut!

JACK: Then what are you?

Lacy didn't have an answer for that. She didn't think of herself as a slut. In her past she had only slept with twelve guys. There were some girls she knew who were her age and had slept with three or four times that many. But it was hard to deny that the sort of person who got fucked in an alleyway on camera was doing something pretty darn slutty. Going over her mental list of other miscellaneous sex tapes and nudes stored in that special folder on her phone, it was hard to deny that the person who did all those things wasn't a special kind of something. But did that make her a slut?