The Manager

“Jana, which of these do you think is my sluttiest outfit?”

Vicky was holding up her little black cocktail dress and her red miniskirt with a white tube top. Jana stared querulously at her roommate.

“I don't think I've ever seen you wear the tube top,” she said. “It doesn't look like something you'd wear at all.”

Vicky nodded.

“I hate it,” she admitted. “It was a gift from an old boyfriend and I wore it once for him and never went out in it. It is sluttier than the dress, isn't it.”

“Yeah, I guess,” said Jana, still not understanding where her roommate was going with it.

Vicky sighed.

“It can't be helped then, I guess,” she said.

Then she twirled about and went back into her room, her blond ponytail swinging behind her.

A few minutes later, Vicky emerged wearing the outfit. It was quite obvious that she wasn't wearing anything under the white tube top. Jana's roommate's boobs were big enough that she could suck her own nipples and it looked like she had just done precisely that. She had also released her blond hair from its perpetual pony tail and teased it out big. She had caked herself with make up. She looked, in a word, slutty. Jana's jaw dropped. This was not in character for Vicky at all.

"Hey Jana, can I borrow those white sandals of yours?" she asked casually. "I don't have any that are slutty enough that match."

"Why do you want to look slutty?" Jana asked,making an effort not to get angry at the insult to her high-heeled sandals.

"I don't want to," she said emotionless. "I just have to dress as slutty as I can. So can I borrow them? My only high heels are black and brown. I may have to dress slutty but there's no reason to look trashy."

"Vicky, what's wrong with you?" Jana asked, exasperated.

"I don't know," she said matter-of-factly. "But I'm not going to worry about it. Can I borrow the sandals?"

"I guess, but..." Jana started.

"Thanks," Vicky cut her off and disappeared into her bedroom.

"Now wait one second," Jana said, getting up off the couch. But Vicky was back out of her room in a flash, holding her white sandals. She stooped to put them on, her large boobs swinging within their white casing.

"Sorry. No time. I have to get to the manager's apartment as soon as I've dressed up slutty," Vicky said.

The manager of their building was a creepy guy with wandering eyes that most girls would go out of their way to avoid even if they were wearing a burka. Up until that moment, Jana would have included Vicky in that most girls.

"Why the hell would you go see that creep dressed like that?" Jana asked as she strode to the door, her ass swaying back and forth in the tiny skirt.

"I have to suck his dick," she said nonchalantly and walked out the door.

"What the fuck?" Jana exclaimed.