Lewds upon Lewds sent to some Random Dude?

"Rachael, what the hell is this?!"

Scrolling through the messages, Rebecca found that the unmarked number had been requesting Rachael send lewd photos almost every day of the last two weeks. What's more, Rachael was actually sending them what they asked for. There were pictures of her in lingerie, topless while covering her breasts with her arm, and...various other things that Rebecca didn't want to see. Rachael didn't seem to have gone so far as nudes, but she had left very little to the imagination.

"It's totally nothing, Rebecca. Don't worry about it." Rachael grabbed the phone and looked at the most recent texts. He wanted even more pictures. He wanted to see more.

"OH, really?! You call that nothing? Who even is that?!" Rebecca was both worried and annoyed now.

"Um, it's, like, a guy I met one day."

"Just a random guy? What's his name? Do you like him?" Rebecca couldn't believe this conversation. She was sure it was a weird prank and that the guy was Fred.

"Um, no I don't know his name, and no not really?" Rachael looks confused as to how that was relevant.

"Then why the hell are you sending him photos like that?! To a guy you literally do not know?!"

"Because he, like, asked me to?" Rebecca was soon to explode from the sheer absurdity of this, but she tried her best to calm herself down. Something was up here, there had to be something wrong. Rachael was never this kind of girl.

"Rachael...I'm a loss here girl, so I'll just ask outright. Are you being blackmailed? Manipulated? Are you on ****?"

"Um...no? Like, I don't think so anyways." Rachael seemed not to understand the concern Rebecca was showing.

"So, then...are you really just doing this," Rebecca gestured to the phone, "because you want to?"

"Uh, I guess so?" Rebecca didn't understand what was happening to Rachael, but on the outside it seemed like this was all Rachael's choice. To think the smart and prude Rachael would be cheating on her first boyfriend, it was unbelievable. Rebecca didn't want to admit it, but...she was disappointed. She herself was really in no position to judge Rachael too harshly for these...activities, but she was disappointed that her friend had become such a...

"Slut." As soon as the word left her lips, Rebecca felt a pang of regret. She hadn't meant to say it out loud. She would never call her friend such a thing. "Rachael, I'm so-"

Rachael just sat there staring at her. Her best friend had just called her a slut, and it impacted her mind like a meteor during the Cretaceous period. Was she really a slut? She had always been called a prude....but now being called a slut, and by her best friend no less, it was shaking the foundations of Rachael's mind. Rebecca wouldn't lie, would she? If she were a prude, would she have sent those photos? Would she have enjoyed it all the same? No, she didn't think so. What about a slut? Would a slut enjoy sending raunchy pictures? She felt like they would, and if she herself also enjoyed it...then that means she must be a slut, right? Of course, it's like, so totally obvious!

"Yeah, I am a total slut," Rachael said, proud of her logic and deductive reasoning.

Rebecca was at a complete loss for words now, just watching helplessly as the friend she came to help sunk even further. She was so stunned that she did nothing as Rachael picked up her phone and opened selfie mode. Rachael pulled up her crop top and sports bra, revealing her very modest (if not small) perky tits and took a selfie as she stuck out her tongue. After giving it one quick glance, she sent her first ever nude.