Yes, but she gets a new outfit first.

Fuck Steve, I'll put him in his place.

Cassie's thoughts had turned darker as she grappled with confusion over her actions in the morning. In particular her mind circled around the phrase from Steve's message

Your big juicy tits

juicy tits

big juicy tits

In the middle of a lecture she even caught herself writing these variations in her notebook. A little thrill went through her every time it repeated, but a growing current of anger and defiance did too.

Not only was that little turd Steve hitting on her like she was a slut, but it was turning her on. How dare he!

By the time her afternoon class was done Cassie knew what she'd do. The department store near campus had a great selection and as she walked through the shelves she spotted a mannequin with just the ensemble she wanted - a skimpy striped spaghetti top and a pair of tight jean shorts. Good with the warm weather too, her old clothes really were so stuffy.

In the changing room she admired herself in the mirror and noticed her bra strap peaking through.

No problem - I'll just take it off. My big juicy tits can get by without too much support.

She leaned over to see her cleavage in the mirror and smiled in delight to see that, leaning far enough forward, her nipples were just barely visible. She thought of herself teasing Steve with this view. She felt a sense of pleasurable detachment as she watched herself in the mirror, imagining the image as a slutty doppleganger.

She opened her jean shorts enough to slip her hand in and fingered herself, slowly teasing her clit, getting wetter and wetter until she could slide a finger into her tight vagina. She watched her face flush and her eyes unfocus. She parted her lips and tilted her head back in a performance of slutty ecstasy.

When her orgasm hit her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her knees quivered like jelly. She almost collapsed on the floor but gathered herself in time. This was a whole different animal than her usual quick and efficient orgasms her "relief" sessions brought her.

Her eyes drifted up to the security camera she'd first seen on entering. She winked.

Cassie brought a few more revealing outfits she promised herself to try later, then left to meet Steve at his place. She felt relaxed after her shopping/masturbation excursion. Liquid, langorous, confident.

Steve answered almost as soon as she knocked on his door,

"Come on in, we're set up to study, or relax a little first," Steve said.

"Thanks", she said and sashayed into his suite's modest living area as he closed the door behind her.

She turned, presenting her profile to Steve. She pretended distraction while he eyed her up and down hungrily.

Abruptly she turned to catch him in the act. He flushed, but only a little.

"I hope you won't get distracted from studying tonight, Steve."

A wide and slightly creepy grin suddenly sprang onto Steve's face,

"How can I not when you look so juicy?"