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Chapter 23 by Javalar Javalar

What's next?

If your Happy Maid is Jana...

You play with yourself, and your thoughts drift away, as if you body takes over.

There was a girl, back in highschool, that you detested from the deepest depths of your soul. A Blonde one, her name was Melody. She didn't have anything to her. Not in your books, at least. You were the smart one. The one who liked to study. The one who was genuinely friendly to people. She was just... blond. She had the looks, of course. Big boobs, nice bum, hourglass figure. Always dressed sexy, always flirting.

You imagine being her. You imagine what it must have been to live her life. And you envy her.

How it must have been to be adored by all the guys in the school. To know that when you are passing by, guys are staring at you, picturing you naked, wanting you to go down on them. The power of sexiness and sluttiness is overwhelming. It's hot. It's tempting. Your fingers massage your clit and circle around your nether lips, as you imagine all these boys getting a boner just staring at you. What a brilliant life. How come you never truly understood Melody? Or is it more like you always felt like this, but you didn't acknowledge your own desires - and that's why you hated her?

What a life. What a wonderful life, flirting with all these guys. And then of course - getting laid. Teasing a guy at a bar and then sucking him off in the alley on the way home. Or, better: Right there, in the bar, in the restrooms. Giving him unambiguous signs that you'll be alright with him dragging you through one of the doors, closing the lock and giving head. Because you are just that - a slut. A stupid Blonde who loves cock. How is it possible you never did this when you were younger?

Wearing the shortest of skirts so that the guys can just fuck you, leaning against the wall? Getting drunk on purpose so that guys see you as an easy prey? Because that's so much fun, isn't it? You imagine yourself in Melody's place, fucking everybody on campus. Being called the dumb Blonde slut right out - and loving it. All the opportunities you missed! All the cocks you could have sampled. They must feel differently, no?

Your fingers are teasing your clit, you are edging yourself, just to extend that dream a little bit more: The dream of being the biggest fuckslut in highschool. A title to be adored for. A title all the girls would envy you for - they just wouldn't admit it. Taking your date out to dinner and then giving him a footjob under the table, while telling him that you're wearing a crotchless panty, and if he wants to follow you to the, how did they say in the old days, giggle, the pounding room, no, the powder room, giggle, giggle, because oysters always make you soooo horny, especially if the man has paid for them. Cause there's nothing sexier and hotter than a rich guy who knows how to tell a girl to bend over. And there would be no way - no way! - that guy could resist you at all, you would see is bulge, and you would lean close to him, mimicking a decent girl, and whisper in his ear, very softly: "You can even fuck me right up my ass!" Giggle. Giggle. Blowing him a kiss like the dumb slut that you are...

Your fingers work frantically on your nether lips and your clit, and you cum with load moaning and panting, suppressing a scream that certainly would be heard through the house.

As you open your eyes, lying exhausted in the armchair, your legs spread, your body slumped, you see the housemaid Jana standing in the open door. Shock and shame grip you, and your face turns crimson. You try to cover yourself, but the young woman just stands there.

"Kan I get you anyzthing?", she asks, in her hard accent.

You shake your head.

As Jana leaves, you watch her body, and you envy her. You want those curves! You want those boobs! You want to look just like that blond sexbomb.

You blink, and it is as if fog has cleared. Did you really just envy Melody? Did you really just get off from imagining being Melody? What is going on here? And then, as if it was a far echo inside your head, reverbating in the back of your mind:

But it was fun!!!

Sleep.

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