She's got more to say

"Did he tell you that you should try me?" Janet demands, her hands still on her hips.

"What if he did? That would be up to you wouldn't it?" you answer calmly, still leaning back in your chair.

"Yes it would. And you'd have to do more than just...just take me. I'm not some slutty piece of ass, like some I could name."

"Sounds like you have somebody in mind," you smile.

"That asshole's daughter for one," she snaps. "She'd give it up to you if you asked her. The big titted blonde. The car wash queen."

You smile and shake your head, remembering Julia cavorting with your cock inside her and thinking that Janet's assessment is pretty accurate.

"Should I take notes?" you ask with a sardonic smile. "If you're going to provide a list of the easy girls on campus that is."

She presses her lips together and frowns, folding her arms over her breasts.

"Now you're making fun of me," she says with an emotional huff. "I shouldn't have said anything about other girls. I just didn't want...wanted to make sure you knew....that whatever he said...whatever that asshole said...that you heard my side of it...sure we did it...but it wasn't because I wanted him...or that he charmed the pants off me...I just..."

"Were doing a favor for a friend," you finish, standing up as Janet starts to tremble, tears trickling down her cheeks. She nods miserably, angrily wiping the tears away with the back of one hand.

"It's ok Miss Miller, I understand," you say softly. "These things happen."

"He's a pig...and it wasn't any fun at all..." she cries. "I hate him...and..." She breaks down sobbing, her hands pressed against her face.