They are Surprised

Denise was leaning back against Justin now, shirt open, skirt still hiked up around her waist, arms crossed .

She studied me carefully for a long minute, then took a step forward, shaking her head slowly. “Well, my little gutter-slut, I’m not sure quite what to make of you. You really surprise me.”

Denise’s reached out to stroke the side of my head. “I thought for sure you’d have to wear a towel or something home...” Her voice trailed off as her hand cupped my cheek. “Wasn’t sure you’d show up, but if you did I thought you’d have some sob story about being hit on all the way home.”

Huh, so that was the plan. Embarrass the hell out of me. Might have worked, too. If I hadn’t been a suppressed slut.

I felt a hand on the back of my head and looked up. Ben was standing behind me, absently running his hands through my hair. Nothing overtly sexual about it. I guess my old lab partner just wanted to touch me.

“Of course, dressed like a slutty-school-girl, I’m not surprised you ended up fucking someone last night. How many was it? Half-a-dozen? More?” I nodded as Denise pulled back and started to circle me. “I guess I should have expected something. After all, I left you naked in a pool of cum. Frankly, I’m impressed you were in any condition to show up this morning. I would have expected a little tease like you to still be sobbing in the shower.”

Fuck that. I had enjoyed yesterday and this morning and I didn’t mind being told what to do, but I had my pride. Not most people’s pride, but still. Just because I hadn’t been a skank, didn’t mean I was some wall flower.

And now...? “Well, maybe I wasn’t just a little tease.” I suggested, slyly. “Maybe, I was just waiting for someone to come along.”

Denise grinned at that. “So, you really didn’t mind last night?”

“Not a fucking bit. Just wish you’d been up for a bit more fun,” I quipped with a toss of my head.

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” Denise asked, dangerously. “The little bitch thinks she’s the queen of sluts.” I smiled back at her, impudently.

“Well that is pretty bold of her.” Todd put in. “Particularly they way she showed up here after what she pulled.” Funny, he didn’t look like Lando Calrissian.

“How do you mean?” Justin sounded a little confused at that.

“Well, we went to all that trouble to leave her naked, she went and got dressed.”

“Well, we did tell her to figure it out for herself,” Denise sighed. “I didn’t actually expect our little skank to be able to find anything more than a towel. On the other hand, it could have been worse. She might have found some old sweats.” Funny how one’s definition of worse could change. A week ago, I probably would have been shocked at the suggestion of walking home in freshman-sized Catholic schoolgirl uniform. Now? Now, I was just relieved I hadn’t tried to walk him in someone’s grimy sweats.

“Well, she is new at all of this,” Ben put in. “She fucked all of us and then managed two other gang-bangs with total strangers.”

“Not sure you can call that first one a gang-bang, just a couple of blow-jobs. That’s just a warm-up for our little whore,” Justin noted.

“She showed up today, on time,” Ben put in. “Dressed like we said.”

“Mostly like we said,” Todd countered. “She managed boots, but they’re not hooker-boots.”

“But they are trampy,” Denise mused. She looked at me now, “Katie, where’d you get that outfit?”

“Found a few things in my room and pieced it together,” I told her, a bit of pride in my voice.

“We all know how she used to dress,” Ben said. “Baggy sweaters, ankle length dresses. I knew she was cute in Chemistry, but if I’d known she was a slut like this... Like I say, she could have been sampling cum rather than playing with test-tubes. But who the fuck could tell under all that?”

“And we saw her when she came in.” Denise said, turning back to the guys. “She had to walk like a whore on those heels. Frankly, I more surprised by those than anything. Four inch stilettos and one inch platform, who’d have expected her to have that just lying around?” Denise asked.

“And when she arrived, she was soaked.” Ben again. “Must have been like walking with a dildo with those shorts.”

“Yeah, about the shorts. We said skirts. I know I told her to wear a skirt like a belt.” Todd said mulishly as he swept the camera over my scattered clothes, before returning to me.

“Well it sounds like she found your BELT last night. This morning she found those shorts and was on time. Not a bad compromise.” Ben countered.

“But, what…”

“Okay, okay, enough,” Denise interrupted Todd and Ben before they could really get going.

A/N: This one took a long time to get right. I had about half of it where I wanted it but the rest just didn't work, particularly with where I have seen the characters going. Next couple of updates at least should be easier.