James makes Clair go back to her old crew.

After a week of using Clair as his personal toy, James gets tired of her. He tells her he wants to take some time off to think things over.

"You've been such a good slut, but I need to be alone for a few days. Try and keep yourself busy. Maybe go check-in with your old crew." James says.

"You've been here all week and I'm sure they'll be excited to meet the new you." James adds.

***

Clair nods and does as told.

She gets somewhat dressed in the only clean female clothes she can find. The rest are crusty with cum stains.

She makes her way through the city towards her old crews frat house.

When she arrives, she's greeted by Craig.

She goes to have hello, but accidently catches her skirt and lifts it up, flashing her pussy to Craig.

"Hey there pretty girl! How'd you like to have some fun?" Craig creepily says.

"h-hey Craig. It's me... Chad" Clair replies.

Craig looks her up and down.

He licks his lips and takes a step towards her.

"Chad? You're Chad? What the hell happened to you?" Craig asks.

"What do you mean what happened to me?" Clair asks.

"Well, you vanished for a week without a word. I had to step up and take leadership while you were gone. I can't believe you came back, looking like.. that..." Craig says.

Craig's comments start pulling Chad's alpha male part of his brain back up. He's starting to think more clearly without the constant orgasms.

"It's not what you think. I just needed to clear my head." Clair lies trying to save her pride.

"Bullshit. You disappeared for a week because you got tricked by James of all people didnt you?" Craig asks.

"No. That's not true." Clair lies.

"You know what? I don't even care if you did get tricked. You abandoned the crew." Craig says.

"Craig, please..." Clair begs.

"You look like nothing more than a cock whore now. You should be ashamed. You can never come back to us." Craig says coldly.

Clair feels a pang of sadness at Craig's words.

"Please Craig, don't kick me out of the crew!" Clair pleads.

Craig looks at her sadly.

"Ok listen. We do have 1 position in the crew open - 'crew fucktoy'." Craig says.

"I'm not going to be the crew fucktoy!" Clair says defiantly.

"Well, with a body like that, you'll have to prove your more than just a fucktoy." Craig bluntly states.

"So we put it on this test then." Claire responds angrily

"I'll make the final decision. If you can go through the trial and still not want to be our fucktoy, I'll let you back into the crew as a full member." Craig offers.

"You're on. I'm telling you right now, I will NOT be the crew fucktoy. I'm not a fucking plaything for some guys in a frat house." Clair promises with a smug grin.

"Alrighty then firecracker, let's get started then" Craig says, pulling Clair inside.