A trashy slut

Lena hummed to herself, lazily swaying side to side. She looked down at Sheldon, still frozen stiff in his seat, his eyes darting around in panic. Aiden turned to her with a smirk.

“Lena, darling,” he said, “I need you to stay busy while I work. Do whatever you want to Sheldon. Play, tease, talk—just don’t leave the room until I say so, alright?”

Her eyes lit up.

“Ooooh, you mean anything?” she said, sauntering toward Sheldon with a sultry grin. She knelt beside him, tracing a finger along his arm. “I’ve always wanted to see what it’s like being the hot girl in control. Gosh, your little nerd face is, like, totally red right now.”

Aiden turned away, leaving Lena to her fun, and locked eyes with Mei Tanaka, the poised and tightly-wound strategist. Her still-frozen limbs strained slightly, but her face was taut with fury and fear.

“Now, Mei,” Aiden said, walking up to her, circling her like a predator. “I know you have thoughts. Always the serious one. Always the one who’s five steps ahead. Perfect GPA. Perfect posture. Perfect plan for your perfect little future.”

He leaned in, his breath warm on her ear.

“But tell me, whisper it to me, Mei. What kind of girl do you hate the most? What would make you feel the most disgusted with yourself if you woke up like that? What’s your nightmare identity?”

There was a pause. Her lips twitched. Then, as if dragged from her soul, her voice hissed out in a bitter whisper:

“Sluts. Girls who sleep around. Who act cheap. Who dress like trash. Girls who… let men use them. Who give up everything they worked for. It’s pathetic.”

Aiden grinned slowly. “Beautiful. Then that’s exactly what you’re going to be.”

He brought his fingers to her temple, just like with Lena.

“You don’t remember being smart. You don’t care about grades. Your focus is your body—how it looks, how it moves, how it makes men drool.”

His voice softened into venomous silk.

“You love attention. You need it. You want every guy’s eyes on you—on your hips, your chest, your lips. You’re always dressed to provoke. Always available. Always looking for the next guy to please. The next cock to suck. Every part of you screams easy. And that’s what you love most. Being used. Being nothing but a good time.”

Her breath hitched.

“You love the way men talk to you now. You live for the crude compliments. The dirty nicknames. You’re shallow, vain, and obsessed with sex. Your standards? Gone. Your shame? Deleted. Your life? A mish mash of hookups, selfies, and fake eyelashes.”

He whispered one last word, like a spell: “Slut.”

Then he spoke, “Let’s welcome Mei Mei to her new life.”

Mei gasped and immediately let out a breathy moan. She stumbled in her heels—her whole demeanor collapsing as her spine curved, her chest pushed out, and her eyes lost their edge. She blinked rapidly and laughed.

“Ohmigod, what was I even, like, doing?” she said in a breathy, high-pitched voice. “Ugh, I feel soooo tight in this outfit. Like, can I get something sexier, please?”

She looked down at herself in disdain, then at Aiden with a playful pout. “You’re kinda cute, you know? Like… rough-cute.”

She ran a hand through her hair, now messier, with a few strands already falling free, and licked her lips with absentminded hunger.

“Ugh, this room is full of, like, such dweeb energy,” she said, eyeing Sheldon and laughing at whatever Lena was whispering into his ear. Then she leaned into Aiden, pressing close, her hand exploring the contours of his cock.

“You got a girlfriend or, like, am I gonna be your little side piece?” she giggled.

Aiden smiled in satisfaction. “You’re not even worth that title, Mei.”

She laughed harder. “Rude! But, like, true.”

Meanwhile, Chloe—still frozen—was watching everything unfold, eyes wide with dread. She had once stood shoulder to shoulder with these two girls. Now they were shells, parodies of themselves, transformed by whispers into living, breathing humiliation.

Aiden finally turned to her. “And now... President Chloe.”

She could only blink in panic, unable to speak yet. Aiden knelt in front of her, stroking his thumb along the SMPD’s dial.

“I wonder what you’re afraid of becoming,” he said with mock thoughtfulness. “Don’t worry—we’ll get there. But first, you get to watch.”

Chloe just looked at him with rebellion in her eye.

"You still don’t believe me?" Aiden’s voice was a dark purr, his free hand tracing Mei’s collarbone. "Then let me prove it."

Mei didn’t resist. Didn’t even flinch. Her lips parted eagerly as Aiden’s mouth brushed against hers, her tongue flicking out to taste him. A soft, needy whimper escaped her throat—a sound Chloe had never heard from her before.

Aiden smirked. "See that, Chloe? She’s not your friend anymore. She’s mine. And she loves it."

Once again, he pulled her into a deep, filthy kiss, his tongue pushing past her lips as his hands roamed possessively over her body. Mei moaned into his mouth, her back arching, fingers clutching at his shirt like she was **** for more.

Chloe’s stomach twisted.

Aiden broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against Mei’s ear—loud enough for Chloe to hear—"Tell her how much you want this."

Mei’s gaze flicked to Chloe’s, but there was no shame there. Only hunger.

"I want it," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I want you, Aiden. Fuck what she thinks."

Aiden’s laugh was low, victorious. His hand slid down Mei’s body, cupping her pussy, making her jerk against his hand with a choked-off moan.

"Good girl," he murmured, before his mouth crashed back onto hers, swallowing her moans.

Chloe couldn’t look away.

He had told her she couldn’t.

Every touch, every sound was a knife in her chest.

And Aiden wasn’t done.

He pulled back, Mei panting, lips swollen, eyes glazed. Then he turned to Chloe with a predator’s grin.

"Still think she’s on your side?"