Heading home

"Me!? None of this was my idea!" Suzy indignantly said, watching Emma slowly get dressed. "I've gotten fucked twice in six hours, and **** to suck like six dicks!" Emma grinned at her wickedly. Suzy shook her head. "When did you become such a slut, anyway?" she asked. She didn't want to do any of this, and certainly didn't plan on doing anything else during her time here. Emma slid her lovely feet back into her shoes, and stood.

"Listen, Suzy; some day you'll learn, just as I did, that no matter what else you do, men will always look at you like as a piece of meat. I figure what's good for the goose..." she said, jingling her keys. Suzy could tell she wasn't telling the whole story, but dropped it. They walked out of the locker room, Suzy avoiding eye contact as the men who had fucked them told the tale to others in the gym.

When they got back to the car, they drove back towards the estate in silence. Suzy looked out the window as the trees rolled passed, her mind wandering over the day's events. She cringed slightly as a faint aftershock of pleasure pulsed through her body when they'd hit a bump. Why did popular, pretty girls always drag her along? Did they just not want to be the only whore at the party? Didn't anyone respect her boundaries? She sighed to herself, and admitted she just wasn't assertive enough. If she could get her own men, she wouldn't let anyone just do what they wanted with her. If only she were taller, more outgoing... but no. She was always overlooked.

Emma pulled the SUV into the estate driveway and parked it next to where Aunt Kate's Lexus is normally parked. Suzy followed her inside, and wandered into the kitchen to get a snack. She had to pull a chair up to the counter to reach the peanut butter on the top shelf, Emma chuckling as she entered behind her. "You want me to get that for you?" she asked. Suzy shot her a disapproving look, and strained to reach it. Emma walked up beside her, and easily reached the jar. She held it out, her head cocked to the side and an amused expression on her face. Suzy grimaced as she took it, stepping down from the chair.

"I could have got it myself." she said, sitting it next to the bread and jelly. Emma started to make the toast.

"Oh, I think you like having people help you "get it." I mean it makes sense. It forces people to pay attention to you. I'll make sure you "get it" a few more times before you leave." Suzy started to protest, but her mind went back to the savage, wild fucking Karl had given her, and the best orgasm of her young life. Was Emma right? Did she like to feel helpless? She shook the thought from her head.

"Please, don't. This isn't...isn't my thing. You can be a slutty as you want, just leave me out of it." she said. Emma grabbed the toast, and slathered on the peanut butter and jelly, handing Suzy a sandwich. She nibbled at it, her stomach slightly queazy from hunger and exertion.

"I'm not being slutty. Well, okay I am, but not for the reason you think. I'm training." Emma said.

"Training?! For what, the skank Olympics?" Suzy shot back. Emma grinned and shook her head.

"No, I'm training for when I meet a man who has everything. Look at your Mom and Aunt Kate. They never have to work a day in their lives, all because they knew what they wanted and used every tool in their arsenal to get it. When I meet "Mr Right", I'll do whatever it takes to get him. If he wants to watch me get fucked by a group of black guys, I'll do it. If he wants me to invite my hot little cousin in for a threesome, that's what's going to happen." Emma said, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"What? I won't..." Suzy said before Emma cut her off with a wave of her hand.

"Oh, yes you will. You KNOW you will..." she said with narrowed eyes. Suzy blushed badly, averting her gaze. She didn't want to even entertain the possibility that she was right. Her imagination began to run wild with images of Emma being gangbanged by black men while some rich businessman watched intently, Suzy sucking his cock as he sipped bourbon while he ignored her completely. Maybe one of the black men would wander over to her wet, exposed pussy, sliding his thick, long member into her as passionately licked and sucked the spurting cum from the businessman's throbbing dick. Maybe they would all take her, leaving Emma alone and dripping cum on the Persian rug...

She was shocked out of her shameful fantasy when Emma's phone rang. "Hello?" she said. Suzy couldn't hear what was being said. Emma looked up, a grin on her face. "Oh, I think that's a great idea. What time?" she asked. Suzy was getting a little nervous. "Great. See you then." she said before hanging up the phone.

"What was that?" Suzy asked. Emma's mischievous grin returned.

"Just a friend. C'mon. Let's get you dressed." Suzy dreaded what that meant, but followed her up the grand staircase and back into her room.