Lynn prepares to complete her task.

The drive was uneventful, and Lynn scanned around the neighborhood to see if anyone was out, and might see her in her current state. Looking back and forth, she saw no one, and sank back into the seat, looking at her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her hair stood up in ridiculous spikes and knots. The drying semen clung to her face, and a large dollop dangled from her ear. She shuddered, repelled by the white goo covering her face. Studying herself further, she could see that the same sticky fluid was splashed over the shoulders of her dress. “How I’m I going to do this? I look like a whore” Lynn cried to her reflection. Tears ran down her cheeks, and cleared a thin, uneven trail down to her chin. She gasped, and hoped that Ms. Cooper would not think she’d tried to wash the seed off. She continued to cry for the next several minutes, wonder why she’d do just about anything Ms. Cooper told her to do no matter how degrading or depraved, and how the thought of following Ms. Cooper‘s wishes made her feel so overpoweringly horny..

Soon, Lynn stopped crying and took a deep breath. The windows to the apartment were dark, so presumably her mother had already gone to bed. Lynn opened the door of the car, slipped off her heels, and walked softly over to the apartment building slipped a key in the lock, and tiptoed up the stairs to her apartment. When she opened the door, Lynn saw the that the lights were off, and her mother had indeed already gone to bed. Softly she walked down the hall to her bedroom, where she closed the door behind her, and quickly stripped out of her clothes, and tossed them in her hamper.

There was no way she was going to go to school looking like she did, so she’d have to stay home until leaving for work, or actually going out and finding some stranger to blow his load on her face, and then going to work. Fortunately, her mother was going to be leaving early the next morning on a business trip, so that wasn’t going to be a problem. She looked at her naked body in the mirror, for a fairly petite girl, Lynn had large generous tits. She played with her nipples as she admired her body, she could see why Ms. Cooper enjoyed having her as a sex toy, and why men were happy to use her body. Lynn’s pussy was wet, and as disgusting as she knew it was, she looked forward to her task for the next day. She only wished she could wash up and look sexy, not like a cheap prostitute.

Falling back onto her bed, Lynn’s hand traveled down between her legs, and her finger slipped inside her tight pussy, slick with her juices. As she formed a plan in her head for the next day, she worked her fingers back and forth, sliding them in and out, as she tweaked her clit with her other hand. Looking the way that she did, Lynn was going to have to go to the bad part of town and find a drunk or somebody who just didn’t care what she looked like. She’d have to be careful, crime was pretty bad and some places, and she didn’t want to end up getting **** or killed or arrested as a prostitute. Minutes later, Lynn climaxed, the waves of electric pleasure cascading over her body. A short time after she fell into a deep sleep, exhausted by the day’s events.

The next morning Lynn awoke at a little after ten. After lying in bed for another twenty minutes or so she got out of bed, flipped the switch turning on her computer, grabbed her digital camera, took a picture of her still jizz covered face, and then sent it to Ms Cooper. She hoped that her boss was pleased. Stepping over to her closet, Lynn took out a white jacket and matching pleated skirt with a low cut navy colored blouse to wear at work. Bending over, she reached down to the floor and grabbed a pair of open toed navy pumps. Then she carefully hung the suit and skirt in a garment bag, put the heels in a side compartment along with a matching white cotton bra and panties, and a pair of suntan colored thigh high stockings.

For her task she decided to dress the part of a cheap slut, and convinced herself she was just playing a part, and it wasn’t really her. She found a pair of extremely threadbare, and extremely faded jeans shorts, cut very short. So short that her ass cheeks were partially exposed. Stepping into them, they fit tightly, and Lynn felt especially naughty that she’d chosen to not wear any underwear. Next, she slipped a red tube top over her otherwise naked tits, and then stepped into a pair of three inch wedge heels. She look at her reflection, and then pinched her nipples, making them hard, erect, and difficult to miss. She wished she could wear some make up, but, it would have just been too difficult.

The next several hours Lynn spent watching TV, as well as studying for the classes that she’d missed that day. Finally it was time to go and do as Ms. Cooper had ordered. Grabbing the garment bag, Lynn Glanced out into the hall, and then quickly ran down the stairs, out into the parking lot, and to her car. Fifteen minutes later, she was on the north side of town looking for someone to spray their seed all over her face.