Aftermath

You're still recovering, trying to get your bearings.

Angus is already dressed and standing in front of you.

"Well, it's been fun, but I gotta run." he says, giving your ass a farewell slap.

"What an asshole" you whisper to yourself.

"Catcha later, slut!" Angus calls out.

As soon as you hear 'slut' a shiver runs down your spine, and you can feel a small jolt of pleasure.

It's like your brain has been rewired to associate that word with pleasure.

/What the hell?? What did he do to me? I hope there's nothing permanently wrong with me../

You get up and straighten yourself.

You feel sticky and gross, but there's nothing you can do about that right now.

You stand up, dust yourself off, and exit the alleyway.

Angus's fresh load leaks from your pussy, running down your thighs.

You thought you needed panties before, but now you really, really need them.