Meet his girlfriend

"You gotta meet my girlfriend first." The black man said.

'That's it?' Jill thought. That didn't seem too bad. What was one little girlfriend, after what she'd been through? She nodded. "Okay."

And the man smiled a grin that seemed unreasonably big for what Jill had just agreed to. "Good. Get in my car." he said.

Jill looked at Professor Klein who shot her a weary concerned look. If Professor Klein was concerned about this, maybe she should be too. But this was the assignment. This is what a slut would do. Besides if Professor Klein was that concerned she could always change the requirements. If not, this was what she'd have to do.

She turned to the black man. He was young and bald. Well built and tall. "Let me get cleaned up and dressed first."

But her comment was met by his frown. "No. I want you to walk to my car like you are, so when you meet Leticia you're naked and covered in dried cum."

Jill swallowed and took a breath. So be it.

The cool day air smacked her nude wet body hard and goosebumps popped up on every inch of her exposed flesh. As she followed the man to his car, she kept her eyes straight forward on him. She knew there would be people around staring at her, but she didn't want to know how many or who.

She felt a moment of relief once she was in the passenger side of the car, her naked ass sticking to the seat. She pulled down the visor and flipped open the mirror.

The girl who looked back at her was no one she knew. It was certainly not herself. The girl in the mirror was a mess, completely shameless. Her curly black hair was so matted and covered by goo it looked straight. Her makeup ran in all directions. Her face looked like it had been dipped in a bowl of frosting.

The drive was long and Jill said nothing to her male companion. After a while she stopped looking at herself in the mirror. She was never going to recognize the person looking back.

Finally the man pulled into a driveway and declared. "We're here slut."

Jill gritted her teeth.

The man chuckled "You really don't like being called that do you? Man what do you think happened today? You entered the fuckin' slut hall of fame. You should be proud."

Jill smiled a bit. It was what she wanted. She had to remind herself.

"Now get out the car." He said. And just like that Jill was nude in public again. As she walked toward the door of the house, the man strided up behind her, grabbed her by the hair and began to pull. It hurt. She followed.

The door flung open as they entered and he called. "Hey Leticia! Hey Leticia! I brought you another white slut."

A small curvacious black woman appeared around a corner. She had long straight dark hair and dark skin and wore a robe, open down the middle exposing the middle of her chest and a pair of see-through silk panties, exposing a thick black bush. Something about her intimidated Jill and she looked away when the woman tried to make eye contact.

Leticia scanned Jill up and down. "You fuck this one?" She asked.

"Yeah." he answered. "Me and about a hundred other guys today."

Leticia stepped up close to Jill, almost in her face. "You fuck my man today?"

Jill froze. She didn't know what the right answer was. Was there a right answer? Would the wrong answer keep her from fucking the football team. "Yes" she let out in a whisper.

And Leticia pressed her lips to Jill's. It was a long closemouthed kiss and Leticia's lips were plump and soft. It felt nice. And it was followed with a sting, a hard swat from Leticia's open palm across Jill's face.

Jill fell to the ground, her naked ass hitting it with a thud. The man had let go of her hair, but Leticia quickly grabbed it, and began to drag. Jill's naked wet ass squeaked on the tile as she was pulled into the kitchen. It hurt, and yet somehow it turned Jill on. It reminder her of the pain of the orgy and for a second she thought maybe pain was always going to do this to her now.

Finally when Leticia let go of her hair, Jill found herself in the corner of the kitchen, her hands being lifted up above her, tied together then tied to a cabinet handle. It all happened so fast and for a split second Jill was sad that there was no more pain, until Leticia swatted her across the face gain.

In all the excitement, Leticia's robe had flung fully open and her plump breasts and purple nipples were close to Jill's face. Jill gazed upon them. She'd never been that attracted to a woman before, although she did have thoughts of Professor Klein.

Leticia squatted down above Jill. "Do you regret fuckin' my man?" And suddenly Jill decided that the right answer was whatever would get her face swatted again.

"No" she said gladly, and the smack came.

"Do you regret being a slut?"

"No" and another smack. Jill imagined that her face was turning red by this point. For a split second she was shocked by her own behavior, her new found love of pain. But now, this wasn't her, this was the stranger in the car mirror, she told herself. The girl who does what sluts do.

"Would you fuck my man again?" Leticia was furious. Jill couldn't tell if it was real or not. She wasn't sure what was going on.

"A hundred times." Jill answered. "I'd fuck him in ways that pleased him that you could never understand." Leticia's face got red. "Like I did today." Jill added.

And Leticia would have her ****.