Rachael gets persuaded?

Rachael couldn't help but giggle as she ran down the street. Rebecca had totally fallen for the pretend sleeping. Well of course she did, it was an genius plan after all. Although she did have to admit that she almost drifted off for real. She can't believe she ever loved such a boring movie.

Once she had gotten far enough away from Rebecca's house, she pulled out her phone. Rebecca wouldn't let her text anymore after the nude, and she was dying to see the reaction to her bare breasts. The unsaved contact was indeed the drunkard from weeks prior.

"Damn girl, you got some nice tits. Finally learning what your worth is, huh?"

"Hey mister, there is way more to me than just boobs!"

"Oh, yeah? Then why did you finally send a pic of em?"

"Uh, well, I guess they are some of my, like, best features."

"Best features, huh? Why don't you come see me and show me what your 'best features' can do?"

Rachael wasn't sure how she felt about this offer. She hadn't even gone past second base with Fred, her own boyfriend. Then again...a slut would probably take the slob up on this offer, right? She couldn't help but think that a dumb slut like her losing her virginity to a slob would be far more fitting than her stud boyfriend Fred. In such a short time, her self image had been destroyed and remade. To Rachael, she was coming to see herself as stupid and slutty, through and through. If she kept on this path, that self image would only get worse.

"Ummmm, I will totally think about it." Rachael responded, exercising some rare restraint.

"Oh c'mon, you know you don' do any thinking. Get your purdy ass over her and show me what it can do."

Rachael's phone pinged with a new message. It was the sleazebags address.