The Slut Sticker

Sticker in hand, I slapped it over the only exposed part of Sophia's flesh; her face. I hit her a lot harder than I probably needed to, but the bitch deserved it. A lot of pent up aggression and rage went into that slap, and it felt way better than I cared to admit. Sophia's resistance weakened for a moment from either the sticker or my slap. When her face turned back towards mine, that same sneer was on it.

And on her right cheek in stylized cursive was a tattoo that read 'Slut'. Oh shit, I had meant to grab the **** one, but I'd had no time. Without it, she was still free to...

No, wait a minute. My mind quickly raced through earlier today. Slut had its own perks, when I had used it I had been **** to concede to any sexual request or advance made on me. Standards had dropped, and I had forgotten the word no, as long as it pertained to sex. I could still work with this.

I had no Slut sticker though, and the idea of doing... anything, with Sophia disgusted me on a personal level. Unfortunately, I didn't have much time to debate this, as Sophia's strength was returning. She shoved me off her, jumping at me with her arms extended with a clear intent to strangle me. I caught them just in time, but she was in better shape than I was and had way more experience actually fighting than I did.

So I did the only thing I could think of.