This story really requires having read Booty Call for it to make sense.
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Jen felt sick to her stomach as she combed out her long, black hair in the mirror. The dread that had filled her every day since Jason had forced her to do those nasty things all over campus was still there. She hated leaving her room, but like a robot she forced herself to go to class. Her campus, warm and safe for the past three plus years, was now filled with humiliating details. She couldn't even get to the dining hall without seeing reminders of her night. He had hit buildings in every part of the college, and even though she tried to block the memories, every time she looked up there was an image. She had managed, at least, to craft a path that scrupulously avoided the site of her final humiliation, where he fucked her against a wall while a small crowd cheered. She was thankful she hadn't heard anyone actually talking about her, but she was so on edge that every smile from a classmate became a knowing leer. Jen took a deep breath, picked up her book bag, and headed out to class.
Her second class was the worst, in the lecture hall where he had forced her to perform lewd acts. She could no longer sit in her customary seat in the front, instead hiding in the back of the room. She would listen to Dr. Gaines lecture from the stage she had been on, and it was all she could do to stay for the entire class. Her mind filled with images of how slutty she must have looked on the stage, like some immoral whore performing for her owner. She tried to focus, but was completely unsuccessful. She hoped she would be able to return to normal soon. As soon as classes were over she retreated to the relative safety of her room to study alone.
Karen, her freshman roommate, returned to their dorm that afternoon, bubbly and carefree as usual. She bounded into the room and handed Jen a flyer from her dance team.
"Our performance is Saturday night," she smiled. "Can you make it?"
"Sure, I wouldn't miss it for the world," Jen grinned.
"Great, I'm going to put out the rest of these on the bulletin boards."
Karen left and Jen turned to study the flyer. The bottom fell out of her stomach as she saw it's location: the old gymnasium. The place where he had forced her to hang on a basketball rim while he...ate her out. A wave of revulsion swept over her as the memory flooded back. There was no way she could go back there.
Saturday evening came and Jen and several of her friends gathered to walk to the event. Jen did her best to play it cool, but was extremely distracted. Worse, the group took the shortest path to the gymnasium, right past the wall she had been avoiding. Jen couldn't help glancing at it as they walked by, the image of what had happened burning brightly in her mind, the cries of her passion seeming to still echo in the night. They entered the gym early and took seats in the bleachers. As the gym filled up, Jen scooted to the end. As the last one in the line of her friends, she couldn't get involved in their conversations and was left with her own thoughts. Her eyes kept wandering to the basketball rim. Even though she had been totally into it, it had been so wrong of him to make her do that. She was so absorbed in her memory she didn't even notice that she was staring at the backboard and squeezing her thighs together, stimulating her already hot core.
"What are you looking at," a voice beside her shoulder purred, interrupting her thoughts.
Jen's head snapped around and came face to face with a grinning Jason. She stared at him wide-eyed, like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Jason's eyes detached from hers and locked on to the basketball rim. He started to nod.
"Yeah, me too," he chuckled.
His eyes returned to hers as his tongue licked his lips, sending a shiver down Jen's spine.
"Well, you take care, Dollface," he grinned and tapped her foot as he left.
Jen tore her eyes away from his receding figure and forced herself to watch the stage hands. Her insides were completely jellified. Why did he have such an effect on her? Why did he have to come over and tease her? Jen thought about leaving just to get out of the place, but moments later the lights went down and the show started. Karen's dance team emerged to loud applause, and the audience focused on their routines. Everyone except Jen, who was lost in her own thoughts as she slowly turned from the stage to stare at the basketball rim, flushed in humiliation as she imagined herself naked and hanging from the rim as the entire gym cheered her.
Jen could tell her panties were soaked as her little group walked home. Mercifully, Karen was going to an after-dance party and would be out late, so Jen took advantage of the private time to pleasure herself. Try as she might, she could not drive the memories of what Jason had done to her away. Even her safe fantasies were being poisoned by either being watched or exposed. She finally gave in and allowed her mind to return to the gym, imagining hanging naked from the rim while Jason ate her out, a spotlight on her as everyone cheered and whistled. She imagined the shocked looks in the eyes of strangers. The image of her academic Dean drifted into her mind, disbelief on her face, and Jen came almost immediately. She was so worked up she kept at it, hitting orgasm after orgasm until she was finally too exhausted to continue.
Jen stewed about Jason for the next few days. What he had made her do was wrong, and yet she had never told him off. He probably was dumb enough to think she was okay with what had happened. Back at her room after classes, she decided that she needed to tell him just how unacceptable his behavior was. She resolved to meet him to set the record straight. She called him just after lunch.
"Hello, Dollface," he answered easily.
"I need to talk to you. Meet me at the Student Union."
"No. I'll meet you at your dormroom."
"Jason, no," she said sharply. "The Student Union."
"You want to talk? I'll be at you dorm in twenty minutes. Take it or leave it."
"Jason, no," she repeated, but was met with a click on the line.
Jen shook her head in disgust. She had no desire to be alone with him, but most important was confronting him. If it had to be here in her room, then so be it.
Almost exactly twenty minutes later there was a knock on her door. Jen took a deep breath, fixed a scowl on her face, and opened the door. He was leaning on the door jam with a bored smile.
"What's up, Dollface?" he asked.
"Sit down," she ordered, motioning with her head.
Jason lurched off the door and sauntered past her to hop on her bed. He leaned back on his elbows and looked idly around the room as she closed her door.
"So what's up?"
"Jason," she said firmly, "What you did to me was wrong."
A smile cracked his face. "What did I do to you? Get you out of your shell?"
"You know perfectly well what you did. You forced me to have sex with you all over campus."
"Okay," he shrugged. "Dollface can't have sex on campus. Got it. Anything else?"
"That's not what I said. You purposefully forced me to expose myself."
"So the sex was rockin', you loved it, but you're too self-conscious about your own body to get naked," he smirked.
"Jason, it was wrong what you made me do," she said, stamping her foot for emphasis, her hands clenched in impotent fists. "I want you to delete those pictures I sent you."
"Nope," he shook his head, a grin peeking out.
"You are an asshole."
