The Stupid Sluts Club

"So, how are things with Mike?" Jennifer asked, leaning forward to pick up another slice of the pizza, placing her glass of wine on the table. It was a Thursday evening, about eight pm, and my best friend Jennifer had stopped by house to pay me a visit.

I sighed as I brought the glass up to my lips, swallowing a mouthful of wine as the silence lingered in the room. "Dunno?" I said shortly, bringing the rim away from her lips as she looked away from my best friend's piercing gaze. "Better, I guess?"

Jennifer raised an eyebrow, "Better?"

"Yeah, better." I shrugged my shoulders, glancing back at my best friend as she brushed aside a lock of wavy red hair that had fallen across her face.

My best friend shook her head, "Julia, darling, he cheated on you. I can't understand how you're not pissed off. If I was in your place I would've been in jail by now." She paused for a few seconds, her gaze softening as she looked at me. "Come on, Julia, talk to me. We've known each other for ages now. Remember when we were in college and we realized while venting that both of our boyfriends were shitheads, and then we dumped them the next day."

That earned her a snort from me as I reached forward grabbed another slice. "Oh god. I still remember how Steve was obsessed with Eminem."

"He bleached his hair and got the same haircut, didn't he?" Jennifer said with a small laugh and I groaned as the memories of college started rushing in.

"Jesus Christ." I chuckled, "Don't even remind me of that." I took a couple bites of her slice before speaking up again. "I don't know, Jen." I sighed. "At first I was angry but... it's been couple of months now and I'm too tired to really do anything about it. I mean, we went to couple's therapy and all that and, I guess we're doing alright."

Jennifer raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything as she picked up her glass. "Right, right. When was the last time you two had sex, by the way?"

"Very forward, Jen." I replied with a small chuckle. "You're lucky I'm used to it." Jennifer rolled her eyes, but she had a shit-eating grin on her face. "Last time... uh, a couple of weeks ago?"

Her eyes widened. "A couple of weeks ago? Julia, are you telling me you haven't had sex in two weeks?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I mean, it might have been more. It wasn't particularly memorable."

Jennifer clicked her tongue. "No woman should go a day without cumming."

"Not everyone can live a hedonistic lifestyle like you, Jen." I chuckled as I swirled my glass. At the ripe age of 36, when most of our friends and peers were married and had settled down with children, Jen was still the wild girl I was roommates with back in college. During the day she was a succesful lawyer, but at night she was a bonafide whore.

Her eyes sparkled as she laughed. "That reminds me." She sat the glass down and reached for her purse which was on the table along with the pizza. "I had something to show you." Jen dug through it for a few seconds before pulling out her phone. She typed something in it before handing the phone to me.

"The Stupid Sluts Club?" I asked as I read the name of the website, my eyebrows raised. "Really?"

Jennifer just giggled as she picked up her glass and took a sip. "Just look through it."

I sighed as I spent the next couple of minutes looking through it. There were guides, videos, editorials; all on how to be the perfect slut. "Did you play a part in making this?" I asked with a small laugh.

My best friend snorted, "I wish. No, I actually came across it and I think you'd love it."

I shook my head as I looked through it again, a link catching my eye. "Challenges- hm, what's that." I looked up at Jen, who had a wide grin on her face. I rolled my eyes and clicked the link before reading out the contents.

Hello there!

So, it seems like you've stumbled across this website and, after careful consideration, becoming a slut seems like something you want to do. Hooray, Welcome aboard! This is the Stupid Slut's Club challenge list, a list of challenges designed to turn you into the perfect slut! These challenges start off relatively tame, but get increasingly sluttier. Even if you already consider yourself as a slut, we highly recommend going in the order in which the challenges are written. Good luck and happy whoring!

"Happy whoring?" I asked as I finished reading.

Jen groaned, "Julia, stop being so uppity and read the tasks."

"Ugh fine, let me go to the first one." I paused as the link loaded, before reading out the contents again.

Challenge One: Sneak off during work into the bathroom. For the next fifteen minutes, try to cum as many times as you can while not getting caught. After you're done, take a picture of yourself after you're done and keep it in an album on your phone. This album will be used to store pictures for the following challenges. For extra credit, take a toy inside with you.

"God, this seems like it's a speedrun to get fired." I chuckle as I hand Jennifer her phone back.

"Wait until you see the other ones." She grinned as she took the phone from me. "You should do it, I think it would do wonders for you."

I snorted. "What, turning into a slut is going to magically change my life?"

"Yes, but more than that Julia, you'll have fun." Jennifer replied. "Trust me, I think you'll enjoy it."

I rolled my eyes as I picked up my glass of wine. The pizza was pretty much over now and Mike would be coming home anytime now. Jenna took her purse and collecting herself as I swirled my glass, biting my lip as I looked down, before looking up at her again. "You really think so?"

Jen shrugged. "I think so, yeah. You don't need to do the wilder ones, I think the first couple of challenges would do wonders for you, add a little more spice into your life."

I hesitated, before speaking, "Do the challenges include cheating?"

My best friend paused. Her lips pursed the way she does whenever she's trying to figure out a diplomatic answer. "Yes, but later on. Again, only the first couple challenges, right?"

At that moment, the doorknob at the front door turns and my husband steps inside, pausing as he sees us both sitting on the couch. "Jennifer." Mike said after a few seconds of tense silence filling up the room.

"Mike." She replied, her eyes narrowed as she glanced back at me. "Think about what I said," She said as reached forward to give me a hug, before standing up. Jennifer then walked out of the front door, brushing past Mike without so much as a second glance.

When she's gone, my husband turned and looked at me, his arms crossed and his face twisted into a small frown. "Babe, why does she hate me so much."

I shrugged as I stood up. "Beats me." I said with a sigh as I picked up the plates and glasses.