Slut

It was fair to say that Clemens was a slut. She didn’t hide it either. She had slept with snobby rich men to poor gas station clerks. One partner for a while (if they were good) to multiple in a day.

Sex was her lifestyle. And she took the pill religiously. But it was a hit or miss on which guys were packing. And small was no go. Remember, cock was on her mind. Always.

Bad boys were always better because they were easy to ditch and they weren’t looking for anything serious anyway. Lover boys. Gosh. Those dudes were dangerous. Wanting a relationship…

Clemens could never fall in love. She was just that type of gal.

She was now nineteen. Kicked out of home with a duffle bag of clothes and makeup, and her brothers old ‘96 Honda Civic.

The year was 2008. Just for reference.