Slut's Revenge

"So, we've been spending a lot of time talking about

how

to be a slut." Nikki stood up in front of class wearing a skirt suit, with a blouse that was unbuttoned to show off her surgically enhanced breasts and her lacy black bra. "But today we are going to talk about

who

to be a slut with. But first, as usual, I want you to share your own experiences."

The observers weren't there today, which was evidence that today would not be hands on. Jeni Cartwright raised her hand. Generally, slut class had been good sexy fun, and she'd learned a lot about herself. She hated to be a downer, but she still wanted to share.

"Jeni?" Nikki asked. "Is this about what you told me earlier?"

"Yes."

"Ah, good. Together, I hope we can help you out. I want you all to think of ways you can help Jeni."

Jeni moved to stand next to Nikki. "So, I mentioned that I broke up with my boyfriend last time. Well, he's been trying to get revenge, in between trying to get back together with me on his terms. He wrote my name and number on the walls of several bathrooms around campus, calling me a slut and a whore and saying I give free blowjobs."

"Pretty sure whores don't give freebies, that's sort of the point," remarked Nikki.

"Yeah," said Jeni, feeling herself blush. "You've taught us not to be ashamed of those things, but well... whore is inaccurate. Anyway, I've been getting heavy breathing calls, abusive calls, people who think that just because I like sex I'll want sex with them. It's making it hard for me to be the happy slut I want to be."

"How do you know it was him who wrote your name on the walls, Jeni?"

She had already gone over it with Nikki, so that question was for the benefit of the class. "Somebody texted me a picture of the graffiti. I was with Harold for six months; I know what his handwriting looks like."

"Thanks, Jeni," Nikki said. "Anyone else have something to share? Stella?"

Stella bounced up as Jeni walked back. Her boobs bounced too. "Had a hot lesbian experience," she said. "Also, an MMF threesome."

"Good experience?"

"Yes, to both." Stella kept looking over at Flora as she talked. Stella and Flora hadn't gotten along since the first day of class, so Stella was probably taunting Flora about something.

"Anyone else?"

Rachida raised her hand. "I gave two different guys blowjobs within an hour of each other."

"Did they know about it?"

"None of their business, really," said Rachida.

"Fair enough. Used to be, in the days before STIs were all curable, it was important to know what your partner was doing with who, but now it's different," Nikki said. "You girls are lucky to be growing up now. So, my lovely fellow sluts, who should a slut fuck?"

"Everyone?" asked Stella quickly.

"A little too broad," Nikki said. "Wouldn't be much of a class."

"Whoever we want to, regardless of gender identification or ethnicity," said Flora.

"A better answer, although I'm not sure your 'regardless' actually changes anything from 'whoever we want to.'" Nikki wrote 'People we fuck' on the whiteboard in front of class, and under that 'whoever we want to.'

Jeni had concluded that Flora was a good person, but she still seemed to need to compete for the 'best feminist' award. Still, while she once seemed uptight, now Flora rarely even bothered to wear a shirt, preferring lacy bras that showed off her toned stomach and lovely brown breasts.

"People who know how to please us," said Rachida.

Nikki wrote 'people who are good at it' on the board and then crossed over to the other side and wrote 'People we don't fuck.'

Abby pushed Karen's hand up, and Karen pushed her away and pulled it down.

Nikki laughed. "Abby, do you have something for Karen to say?"

Abby blushed.

"Come on, now, Abby, if it's fine to put your friend on the spot, you can't complain when it's your turn."

"She told me something the other day," said Abby.

"Hmm?"

"She'd fuck whoever you told her to."

Karen mumbled something.

"Is that true, Karen?" asked Nikki

Karen glared at Abby, and then said, softly, "Yes, ma'am."

There were giggles all around. "Some people find Dominant/submissive relationships where they don't decide to be super-hot, and that can definitely change who you want to fuck," said Nikki. "Karen and I do not have such a relationship negotiated, however. Negotiation is very important if you're going to give authority to another person. We'll have a class on such relationships later, and we'll try to figure out where on the Dominant-submissive spectrum each of you lies." She wrote 'D/s' up on the board. "Now let's talk about the other side. Who don't we fuck?"

"Smelly people," said Stella.

Nikki translated this to 'Poor hygiene.'

"Relatives," said Valerie, making a face.

"Uh-huh," said Nikki, and wrote that down. "Family relationships are so complicated that it's really difficult for real consent to be there on both sides."

"People we're not attracted to," said Flora.

Nikki wrote, 'People we are not attracted to' up on the board.

"Anyone else?" asked Nikki, looking right at Jeni, who had been happy to be quiet.

What was it Nikki wanted her to say? "People who call randomly after seeing your name on a bathroom wall?" She guessed.

There were giggles, and Nikki said, "That's very specific. What I have in mind is really the flip side of what Flora said—'People who are not attracted to us.' You would think that people who don't like us wouldn't want to have sex with us. But studies show that many people, especially men, love porn—a shock, I know—and would eagerly fuck a porn star, and yet if you ask them if it would be okay for their sister to do porn, or their partner, or anyone they know, their answer is no way. In fact, the same men who want to fuck a porn star, often would dump their girlfriend if they did porn or fucked another man."

"It's the patriarchal double standard," said Flora.

"Right?" Nikki said enthusiastically. "Many men love the idea of sexually free and powerful women, but they don't want the women they know to be sexually free."

Nikki turned to write on the board, 'slut shamers.'

Jeni raised her hand, and spoke after Nikki acknowledged her. "Harold used to love porn. Even when we were monogamous, he insisted on a special 'Riley Reid exception.' I knew he wouldn't have a chance, so I said sure."

"This is the same guy who insisted you not give blowjobs to other guys," Nikki said. "Can we all show Jeni some solidarity on this one?"

A bunch of the class said, "Yeah!"

Nikki wrote 'Harold' on the board, which started a lively conversation, where the girls dished out the gossip, both good and bad. Before the class ended, Jeni had a list of people to avoid in her notebook, and a few recommended guys as well. A year ago, she had thought that if you met someone who you had chemistry with, you kept them to yourself, and didn't tell other women for fear they'd steal your catch away. But the longer the list grew, the more people wanted to share. There were plenty of guys to go around, and why settle for just one?

"Next week, short skirts, no panties, and bring your favorite sex toy," Nikki said as class ended. "And if you're the one person who hasn't given me a release yet, consider bringing that to class as well."

Jeni knew who that was about. There was a slide show that sometimes appeared on the big screen in front of the Student Union. The last time she had watched, it showed topless pictures of all the girls but one: Gina, a quiet girl who rarely spoke, and attracted little attention to herself. Still, she'd always done the assignments as far as Jeni could tell.

"Jeni?" Stella was standing in front of her, breasts barely contained by her tight white crop top and black bra. Flora was standing next to her.

"Hmm?" asked Jeni.

"We have an idea to help you."

"Um, okay... tell me?"

Flora and Stella filled her in.

"Wow. In public?" asked Jeni. She thought about it for a moment. "You're right. It's just the thing. Let's do it."

***

The next day Jeni spotted Harold walking across the quad, as she had expected. He had an eleven o'clock class. Stella and Flora stood thirty feet away for immoral support.

Jeni had chosen her outfit carefully. She wore the tight black T-shirt and snug jeans that Harold had told her looked sexy, even though she'd mostly moved on to more revealing looks. Stella and Flora were going to attract far more attention, as neither of them were wearing shirts at all, just lacy underwire bras—black for Flora, red for Stella.

Jeni went to her knees, just off the path that Harold was taking, immediately in his frame of view. She would have been on the path, but the grass was much better on her knees than the gravelly path, and the point wasn't for her to suffer.

Harold spotted her, as planned, and kept walking toward her. Hopefully, he'd think the position was penitential.

Of course I won't suck any more men's cocks, Harold. Only yours. You're the only man for me.

Something like that. As he got closer, his look of confidence grew.

From her right, she could just catch Ian McSweeney walking toward her across the grass. Ian was Flora's boyfriend—super smart, more than a bit of a nerd.

"Hey, Jeni," said Harold with a swagger.

"Hi, Jeni," said Ian, in the same calm voice he always used.

"Oh, hi, Harold," said Jeni, making a moment of eye contact before pivoting slightly to turn toward Ian.

Ian unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang into view. It was already half-hard, and even half-hard, it looked like more than a mouthful. Jeni was about to find out. She wrapped her lips around it and started bobbing up and down, looking up at Ian with her wide green eyes.

"Uh." Harold stood there with his mouth open, watching his ex-girlfriend give Ian head in the middle of the quad.

What was the word Harold had called Ian once? A geek. He was always dishing little remarks about other guys. The world was a competition to Harold, whether it was beating people at squash or who had the hottest girlfriend. And apparently one couldn't win the hottest girlfriend competition unless one owned her sexuality completely.

Ian's cock hardened in her mouth. She wanted to peek at Harold's expression, but she also wanted to make it clear she was completely focused on Ian and his cock, and she couldn't do both. Fortunately, Flora had her phone and was recording it all.

"Hey, that girl's taking pictures of you," said Harold, apparently finding his voice.

Jeni just kept sucking as Harold went past her. "What do you think you're doing?" Harold asked Flora angrily.

"Hi handsome," said Stella.

With Harold's eyes not on her, Jeni watched the tableau unfold. Stella's red bra barely contained her DD breasts. She sauntered up to Harold, whose eyes predictably went downward to take in the two fleshy demi-globes so well displayed, and he stood there staring while Stella placed one hand on his shoulder, and then a hand on the other, each act deliberate and melodramatic.

"I want to get revenge on Jeni. That bitch. I hear her name and number's all over the bathroom walls." Stella's hand moved from shoulder to chest, and then further down. "I bet she could see if I sucked your cock, right here. You know I'd do it, right? You watched me fuck on the quad the other day, I saw you."

"I—I—"

"I bet she put it there herself. Who else would, right?" Stella said. "C'mon, whip it out. You want it between my tits?" Stella squeezed her boobs together and winked at Harold lasciviously.

People were stopping to watch, naturally. Flora pivoted the camera to show Harold and Stella. Harold hesitated, then unzipped.

"It's kinda small," Stella exclaimed.

"What?" asked Harold. As far as Jeni could tell, Harold was pretty average in the cock department, but she stifled a giggle at the comment, and realized she wasn't paying nearly enough attention to the blowjob she was giving.

"It's okay," said Ian. "You can make it up to me later. Or not, if you don't want to."

Jeni smiled thankfully to him and turned her head to watch Harold and Stella, holding Ian's cock in her hand and stroking it absently.

"I'm having second thoughts," Stella said.

"What the fuck?" asked Harold, his dick waving in the breeze and slowly deflating.

"I bet you wrote your ex-girlfriend's name on the bathroom walls yourself." Stella's normal voice was loud and brash, which Jeni thought was annoying usually. But right now, and with Stella projecting, it was hilarious. There had to be fifty people or more who could hear her, and all the small campus news would spread quickly.

"Oh my god," said Flora. "He did what?"

"Wrote his ex-girlfriend's name and number on the bathroom walls!" Stella shouted, as if Flora was having difficulty hearing her the first time.

"Wow, why?" asked Flora.

"Because he's happy to get head from the biggest slut on campus," Stella said, referring to herself, "but apparently that's not okay for his girl, and that's the puny, pathetic, passive aggressive way this double-standard limp dick gets revenge."

Jeni blinked. Stella was going off script, but she had to admit that at the moment limp dick was accurate, and with him standing in front of two half-naked beautiful co-eds, too.

"What the heck," said Flora, "I mean, that's so twentieth century. My boyfriend's over there getting his cock sucked and I'm happy for him. I told him that if Jeni wants to suck his dick, he shouldn't pass that up."

Jeni hastily stuffed Ian's cock back in her mouth, as she felt eyes turn back to her, including Harold's. She peeled up her shirt, flashing her own braless chest at the crowd, and used every trick she'd learned from the class on giving dramatic blowjobs.

"Oh, now his cock's twitching. No wonder he wrote her name on the wall. He tells her he wants her to be faithful, but he gets hard watching her give another guy head."

"I--" sputtered Harold and hastily reached for his zipper. "Ouuuuuuch!"

Jeni was not up to the challenge of laughing and giving head at the same time. Even Ian was smirking as Harold zipped up too fast and too carelessly.

"You'll have plenty of chance to watch her, Harold," said Flora. "Look on the screen."

The big screen in front of the student union showed Jeni eagerly sucking some anonymous cock. A press of a button from Flora, and Nikki uploaded it.

"You can't slut shame us," Stella said. "The only thing you can get is crossed off the list of who we sleep with. A list that includes almost everyone but you."

Not quite the way Jeni would put it, but Stella was Stella. Harold had apparently got zipped up. He ran. The old clock on Merrill Hall chimed eleven bells, so if he was still heading to class he'd be late.

Ian took a step back and zipped up. She protested, but he said, "I know that was just for show, Jeni. It's okay."

"I—I was kinda distracted, but your cock is pretty tasty."

"Then let's do it sometime when the point isn't to get back at Harold," Ian said, offering a hand to help her to her feet.

Stella and Flora walked over, and the crowd dissipated.

"Puny, pathetic, limp dick?" Jeni asked.

"I extemporized," said Stella.

"Factually, it never got all the way soft," said Flora, "and it never really got all the way hard when he was watching you."

"Pretty sure that's not what people will say they saw," said Stella. "As someone who has had her name and number put on bathroom walls before, I kinda took out some of my frustrations there."

"So now what?" asked Jeni. "I kinda feel I have unfinished business with Ian here, but I don't want to take away from you two having couple time."

"Us two?" asked Flora. "You mean me and Ian, or me and Stella?"

"You and Stella?" asked Jeni, looking back and forth between the two girls.

"Hmm," said Stella. "I mean, I guess we could." She winked at Flora. "I mean, you weren't too bad the first time. On one condition."

"Condition?" asked Flora.

"Well, we didn't have an audience last time," said Stella.

"We're not going to do it right here in the quad," Flora retorted.

"No, silly. My dorm room. Ian, Jeni, you guys come too. We'll give Ian a show."

Jeni looked between them all, and they all looked at her. It seemed all of them were down with Stella's plan.

They helped me out, she thought. I should help them. And then, as that thought faded, she realized she wanted to. She'd been having many new experiences lately, and she wanted to keep that up. "Let's do this."

Jeni's phone buzzed, and Flora handed it back to her. It was a text from Nikki.

"The custodians tell me they've scrubbed your name and number from all the bathroom walls. You are a sexy, gorgeous slut, and I'm so proud of you."

The others were already heading toward Stella's dorm, and Jeni ran to catch up. Flora had one arm around Ian's waist, and one arm around Stella's, and she wasn't sure what side to be on.

"Over here," said Stella, motioning her. "Let her have Ian to herself for a moment, before you give him head again."

Stella's arm went over her shoulder, and Jeni put her arm around Stella as well. It had been hard to make friends while in a relationship with Harold. Walking together across campus was perfect with her new friends was perfect.