As she turned back to the closet, Madison pulled out the same denim skirt that she had been wearing earlier. "No, too long," she thought, and instead reached for the shortest denim mini skirt she owned. She also pulled out a black leather jacket, not too short but not too long, one that was just barely big enough to cover her tits if she pulled it tight and fastened the buttons.
Madison placed the garments on the bed and turned back to the mirror. "But - then I'll be wearing two skirts at the same time!" She protested to herself as she pondered her selections. "No, I can't - damn, you slut - could you?" Madison said at once. She wondered if she could really follow through with the idea that had just entered her head. "As crazy as it sounds, what if I just wore the one skirt, with nothing over top of it - the garter skirt!"
Madison's mouth was wide open as she looked at herself in astonishment. Could she, Madison Holt, possibly, even slightly, be considering the idea of wearing a skimpy piece of lingerie, going out in public, walking down the street, accepting the honking horns and catcalls and disapproving glares from other girls - and potentially even the shame and embarrassment if one of her classmates happened to be out? Of course she was. Madison was so turned on that she didn't even have to slap herself in the face, pretend to force herself, or make herself submit.
"I'm a nasty little slut," she admitted to the mirror. "This is what I am, and this is what I deserve. I made myself a total slut, and now I have to live with the consequences." Madison picked up the jacket and put it on. It was smallish, especially in terms of getting it buttoned, but it wasn't cropped and buttoning it was manageable. It was tight, and when Madison had fastened the black leather material, she saw that it barely covered the bra, as it was somewhat low cut, and it barely covered the bottom hem of the garter skirt in the back.
In the front was somewhat of a different story. Madison noticed that, since the bottom button of two was about a foot from the bottom of the jacket, and each side of it was tapered toward her hips and away from her navel as it fell, it did not entirely cover the garter skirt in the front, leaving a triangular strip of the skirt visible, about eight inches high and four inches wide. And of course, since the skirt rode up a little too high to cover her thong, the red sheer thong was visible at the very bottom of this section, giving any potential viewer a glimpse of what Madison's true intentions were.
"Oh. My. God. Fuck. Yes!" Madison exclaimed as she eyed her own body. She turned around and bent over, and only had to bend a few degrees before the jacket rode up and revealed the red garter skirt underneath. She turned around and looked at the front again, indescribably aroused by the fact that, for all the layers she was wearing, the only thing standing between her cunt lips and the cool night air was a too-short garter skirt which didn't really cover her pussy anyway, and a thin sheer thong which, if Madison were honest with herself, wasn't much better.
"Damn," she said out loud as she placed her hands on her inner thighs. At this point she would do just about anything to feel any sort of sensation on her body anywhere remotely approaching her sex. She looked at the garter straps, emerging from beneath the bottom hem of her jacket, their full length nearly visible as they stretched their way south, connecting with her lace top thigh-highs at a point at least six inches below the jacket hem. "So much skin," she muttered. "And these garters, out, sticking out for everyone to stare at, mmmm," she moaned lustfully.
Madison needed no further encouragement. She quickly put on a pair of her highest heels. They were black, with five-inch heels, but they were not platform shoes. After all, she did have to walk, and although she liked looking like a whore or a stripper, she knew six-inch platforms were a bit extreme for a potentially uneven sidewalk. The shoes had a thin ankle strap and a thin sandal strap going over from left to right, and a rhinestone-embellished strap connecting the two.
She stood up, realizing that it was now just a bit harder to conceal what lie beneath her jacket after adding the heels. She would have to keep adjusting the jacket just to keep her garter skirt from becoming exposed in the back, now that her ass was pert and flexed tight, compliments of the tall heels.
Madison was pleased with herself. All in all, she knew what she was about to do was wrong. She knew it was perhaps dangerous, potentially humiliating, definitely risky, and above all, slutty as hell to even set foot outside in that outfit. But all his excited Madison. She could not control herself any more, and did not want to. Without a second thought, she bent over and gave herself five hard slaps to each ass cheek for good measure, whimpered, stood up, and adjusted her jacket. She picked up her phone and her apartment key, needing nothing else, and opened her bedroom door, and then her apartment door, locking the latter behind her. She took a deep breath, and knew that there would be no going back now.
Madison quickly walked down the stairs leading from her apartment. Hers was on the second floor, so she did not have far to go, and soon she was in the alleyway leading to the main road. Looking around, she saw that nobody was near, which was both a relief and a disappointment to her. Her pussy continued to drip as she thought about how she would look to a passerby - clothed in a jacket, garter skirt, garters, stockings, and heels - with the very bottom of her ass exposed and a thin thong covering her pussy.
"I wonder which way I should go?" Thought Madison as she reached the main road. She could go up the main road to the next intersection, and then down a usually busy street a couple of blocks to Dan's apartment, or she could stroll straight across the first street and through campus before cutting across the busy street.
"Hmmm," Madison thought. She didn't really notice, but she had stopped on the sidewalk as she thought about her dilemma, which could only increase the odds that someone might see her. "If I go the first way," she thought, referring to walking up the main toad and then down the street, "Cars will see me. Probably not as many people. But I don't know if I want to walk down the street dressed like a hooker."
"If I go that way," Madison thought, "no cars, but maybe people." A sultry smile crossed her face as she thought about the second option a little more. "Maybe I could even have a little fun on the way - sort of like when I was walking to class the other day," she thought. Madison reached down, feeling her swollen pussy lips through the sheer fabric. She hiked up her skirt and jacket in the back and gave herself two hard slaps to each ass cheek. "I think I'll take the second way," she said. "That's what a real slut would do."
Madison turned to cross the street after a car passed. She wasn't really sure if anyone inside saw her, but she made sure she was completely across the street before she would allow herself to adjust the garter skirt or jacket and cover her ass up. Madison then walked towed the middle of campus, wondering what sort of mischief she might get into on her way to Dan's apartment.
The night was quiet. Madison only saw two her people walking anywhere on campus, and neither of them realized what she was up to. They were far enough away that she could barely decipher whether they were male or female. "Everyone must be either staying in or already out," she thought, "or maybe some of them packed up and left."
She continued along the path, looking around her, occasionally touching her throbbing clit or pulling up her garter skirt to show her ass, although it seemed that nobody was around. Soon she found herself in an open area, near where she had flashed her tits a few days before, and she found a bench and sat down.
Truthfully, Madison wasn't sure why she sat there at first. She didn't really think about it much, she just sat. But if she had dug a little deeper, she would have realized that she had begun to feel the urge to do something outrageously slutty again. Madison spread her legs, caressing her puffy cunt, meaning softly, thinking about how wonderful it would feel to be taken, abused, and made into her sluttiest self yet.
"How about a rule?" She thought to herself. "No - damn, Madison, that's too much - you have a hard cock waiting on you, just go take it!" She continued. In the meantime, her hand left her pussy and was tracing up her jacket, past her midriff, past her tits, until all of the sudden, WHOOSH! Madison's right hand pounded her right cheek, near her mouth, like a meat tenderizer pounding a steak. It was the hardest Madison had ever slapped herself.
