Lie to Jake, Say You Have Money

You bit your lip as you wrote out the text for Jake. A normal meetup request. You didn't include a single hint that this time, you were essentially coming to beg. You decided the best place would be his basement again. Somewhere where you could speak to him more privately. Though, you did have the foresight to suggest that he not have his friends this time.

Throwing the phone to the side, you put your head in your hands. A dark thought came to you. What if he said no? What if he saw you on your knees begging to him for your Gud Gurl pill, and he said no?

You narrowed your eyes. It just meant that you had to use whatever power you had left to make sure that didn't happen. You were the girl who'd gotten perfect on SAT, damnit. You could do anything you set your mind to. So if you had to convince your former classmate to use you as a cock holster, there was no way to fail. At least, so long as you still had a mind to set things to.

You moved to your closet and planned out your outfit. The funk of your cravings had eased slightly, if only from the promise of a fix soon.

Jake liked cutesy sluts, right? Well, you'd make yourself one for him. You picked out a cutesy cotton pair of pink panties and paired it with a push up bra in matching color. He liked your tits right? Next you went digging through your old school clothes, finding a checkered skirt from Junior High. It was too small for you now, not even reaching mid-way up your thigh. Next, you picked a plain white collared shirt. But, you strategically undid enough buttons to reveal more of your cleavage then you'd ever willingly showed.

The look was completed with with a pair of knee socks that you stole from your sister and some makeup that you'd bought at the mall. You stood in front of the mirror, admiring your form. You looked cutesy, infantilized, sexually available. Less a future world leader, and more a girl looking for a sugar daddy.

You futzed with your hair, putting it up in a pair of pigtails. Even more silly and childish. And perhaps handles that might come in use later. Next you considered your glasses. You might look more like a slut without them, of course. But, for now they'd make you seem more weak and ****. Perhaps easy to manipulate. You bit your lip. The glasses could say.

After working up some courage, a task made easier by desperation, you went down the stairs. As you left the doorway, you heard a voice calling after you.

"Rune? Weren't we going to the library later?" Your sister called out. You kept walking, pretending you hadn't heard her. The truth was, you had promised her that a few days before. But, somewhere amidst all your fixation on getting your little pill, you must have forgot about it.

Finally, you arrived at the side entrance to Jake's basement and knocked on the door. You inhaled sharply and exhaled. He was going to see you like this...it was so humiliating. Fuck, it was also so hot.

"Rune...what the..." Jake's jaw went agape at the sight of you dressed so...so un-you. You smiled, but it came across as more shy then you'd intended.

"I felt that it was time for a change in my standard dress." You stroked one of your pony tails, as much as a release valve for your jonesing as to look cute. "I'd appreciate your opinion of course, Jake. Do you prefer it?"

"I..." He gulped down and ushered you down into his smokey basement. "Damn girl, you're just teasing me at this point."

"Would it be so horrible if I did?" You said with an uncharacteristic giggle. Then, you followed him down into the basement.

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