Slut college

Pep reaches into his metal filing cabinet, quickly selecting and pulling out a pale yellow file labeled 'College Applications' then opening it on the desk in front of him as he sits down. He shuffles through the papers to get out the ones he needs as Scarlett Johansson begins getting up off of the floor and taking the chair across from him at his large wooden desk.

"Well, your situation is a bit unusual, Ms. Johansson, but it's not exactly unheard of. We aren't really in the business of creating human life simply to throw them out onto the street on their first day, so we have procedures in place to deal with cases like yours." Pepsi says, organizing his papers in front of them and beginning to fill some out while he speaks to her. Scarlett listens silently, awkwardly covering her naked chest; face still covered in dried saliva and a bit of cum.

"Since you are a young genetic copy of a former celebrity there's a good chance you can find someone who wants to give you a collar, though you are an exact replica of a rather common model with no interesting genetic modifications and no real training... however, they do give sizable student loans to cases like yours," he looks at the list of banned celebrity names but is already pretty sure Scarlett Johansson isn't on it, "as long as it's not a Lena Dunham or something. It shouldn't be too hard to get a Scarlett Johansson into a smaller school."

Scarlett feels a twinge of excitement at the prospect of suddenly going to college in this bizarre new world; despite the oozing cum mixed with her virginal blood pooling on the chair underneath her, this is the most normal seeming thing to happen to her since she woke up today. Filling out college applications and starting a new school somewhere interesting is exactly what she expected to be doing around now anyway!

"Since you weren't a bitch about it when I took your virginity, and I did lower your value to a potential owner by doing so, I have no problem writing you a good letter of recommendation into the local university." Pepsi says, still filling out various forms. Scarlett feels even more excited about the glowing recommendation from her first teacher here and is glad she didn't try to bite his dick off when he fucked her skull. She thought for sure she would regret it. "It's not going to be Harvard or anything, but it should be enough to get a good collar."

Pepsi turns a completed form in her direction, only missing the signature, and offers her the yellow number 2 pencil as he finishes telling her about the deal. "You'll have to work hard to get good enough grades to graduate, but if you can make it, your master will take on your loans when he gives you a collar. If not, you'll probably spend the rest of your life trying to pay them back until you can get one."

Scarlett thinks about the prospect of going to a school and getting fucked from every direction, hoping to perform well enough to graduate as a living sex toy; only for the chance to be owned by someone interested in her skills, so he can fuck her in any way he likes until the day she inevitably falls into a coma. If she fails, she'll spend the rest of her already short life working at a job she'll hate, likely getting fucked even harder, desperately trying to pay back a loan practically designed to never get fully paid off; worse off than if she never took it to begin with.

She twinges with excitement from the aftereffects of the bowl of water while she takes the yellow pencil and signs her name in cursive on the dotted line.

"Yay, college!"