It was Monday again. Still January, but January was starting to fade. Madison could hardly wait for spring and the chance to show her body off all the time without looking as out of place as she had for the last couple of weeks. It had been six days since she momentarily posted her reveal of her "Webslut Madison" identity to her social media while Dan fucked her. Of course, she immediately took the posts down, but still - she had to wonder.
Every day, she thought about the fact that if any of her friends or followers had been browsing their feeds, they could have easily seen her posts. All it would have taken was a moment. But six days later, nobody had said anything, nobody had messaged her. There was one other night when at about 3 AM she had woken up extremely horny, and she posted alerting anyone who was awake know all about her, thinking that probably nobody was awake, but knowing they would have a real eye-opener if they were.
3:05 AM: "Hi, go google Webslut Madison. It's me acting like a complete slut."
3:06 AM: "I really want everything I say in the videos. I want to be exposed everywhere and ruined."
3:08 AM: "if anyone is awake please let me know you saw my last post. I would cum so hard. I'm such a dirty little slut"
3:09 AM: "Or start talking dirty to me. Tell me I'm a whore. Tell me what to do to my slut body."
And by 3:11, Madison had achieved orgasm and deleted the posts. She was a little disappointed nobody had messaged her, but still, she had one earth-shaking middle of the night orgasm.
By Monday, however, all was mostly forgotten, and Madison was trying to make it through another day of classes. This time, she started out the week with a level 2 shirt again, this one was a T-shirt she had cut off herself to show about five inches of her stomach. A leather jacket and jeans completed the outfit for a brutally cold winter day. And of course, she had the word "slut" written on her chest, above her tits, where nobody could see it, except every once in a while she peeked down her shirt to remind herself of what she was.
Madison had just finished her last class of the day and walked out of the classroom when she heard a voice from her right calling her name.
"Madison?" She turned to look.
"Mike?" She said. She recognized him, they had been in freshman orientation together. He was a sweetheart, she thought, and a little shy, but definitely a friend that she would never have dated. He would make some girl very happy - not her. He was a little heavy and had curly blonde hair that gave the impression that he might start balding at any moment. And really, to her, "Mikey" as she affectionately called him did not seem all that masculine.
"Hey, Madison, how have you been?"
"Good," she said. "You?" She felt his eyes on her stomach, exposed completely, and had to remind herself that she was not allowed to put her jacket on until she got outside - and even then she could not intentionally cover her stomach. "God, this is weird," she thought. "He's never looked at me like this before." Madison felt like a piece of meat standing there letting this dorky guy ogle her. "I guess maybe he hasn't ever seen me dress like this," she thought.
"Good. Hey, I have a question." He motioned her over to the side away from the crowd of students leaving class.
"What, what's going on?"
"Oh," Mike said, trying to find the words. "I saw some weird post you made the other day. I don't know what to think - is it true?"
Madison gulped and her heart instantly leapt into her throat. "Um," she began, "I mean, what do you mean weird posts?" Her heart was racing. He had seen something, and she knew it. "Fuck! How am I going to get out of this one?"
"Something about, um -" he began. He leaned in close so he could whisper to her. "About Webslut Madison and stuff," he said nervously.
"Shit!" Madison thought. She could barely contain herself. Her hands shook with nerves. She had never felt more humiliated in her life! "Um - oh, that," she stammered, trying to come up with a story. "Some asshole hacked into my account. I got it taken care of in a few minutes. Hopefully nobody else really saw that, god, it's so embarrassing!"
"Really?" Mike asked. He looked like he didn't believe her. Madison knew she had to be more convincing.
"Yeah, just some asshole," she went on. "I mean - shit, he made it sound like I'm begging for it or something. What a jerk! I mean - I assume it was a guy, anyway."
"Well - I mean - it didn't really look like - I mean - look," Mike countered, stammering. "The Webslut Madison videos - it looked like you wanted it - like you enjoy it."
"Fuck! He's seen all the videos! Fuck fuck fuck!" A look of horror came across Madison's face. She felt sick to her stomach. "Look, I - I need to get some air," she said. "I have to go."
"Wait!" He said. But she had turned and walked off.
"God damn it!" She muttered to herself. "How could I be so stupid? Post to Facebook and Instagram telling all my friends I'm a fucking Webslut and expect them not to notice! What a fucking stupid-"
"Madison, wait!"
"What, Mike?" She said as she walked outside. She put her bag down and put on her jacket, her shirt riding up as she stuck her arms in the sleeves. She watched as Mike's eyes grew wide looking at her exposed midriff. She shuddered thinking of what this seemingly sweet guy had on his mind.
"So it's true!" He said, his eyes wide. "I mean, the videos, they laid it all out pretty good, but, damn, Madison! Is that why you dress like that?"
"Mike, please!" She said. She was a millisecond away from losing her shit. She sniffled, trying to hold back tears. "He's so sweet and even he just sees me as a set of holes!" She thought to herself.
"So everyone knows? That was the idea, right?"
"No! No, Mike!" She said, dragging him down the sidewalk and out of earshot of any onlookers. "Okay, okay. It's true. Are you happy?"
"I mean-"
"Don't answer that. I deleted the post, okay? I don't want anyone to know!"
"I don't get it. Why post it then?"
"Because I'm sick in the head, Mike. I get off on that. Risky shit. Fucked up shit. Okay? I just wanted to get off!"
"Yeah, I mean, when I saw you getting gang fucked and freezing your tits off in a park and getting slapped to tears by some random asshole I should have figured that, I guess."
"Okay. Are we good? Did you get what you want, Mike? You can go beat off now thinking about how much of a slut I am, okay?" Madison wiped a tear from her eye.
"No, that's not really -"
"You didn't tell anyone, did you?"
"Not yet."
"What do you mean, not yet?"
"That all depends, slut."
"Don't fucking call me that, Mike! Okay?"
"I just call 'em like I see 'em."
Wow, what a dick! Madison thought to herself. Who does he think he is?!
"And what does it depend on, or do I even want to know?" Madison asked, still holding back tears.
Mike got three inches from her face and told her exactly what was on his mind. "I'm going to fuck you, Madison. You nasty little trampy, skimpy-outfit obsessed, insatiable little cum rag. I'm going to treat you like those assholes in the video. Write nasty shit on you, slap you until you cry, and fuck your pretty little mouth until you gag. Got it?"
"Fuck you, Mike. You're ruining our friendship doing this, I hope you know that. In fact, you know what, you already ruined it, so go fuck yourself!"
Mike just smiled as he reached out and touched Madison's exposed midriff. "I don't care. I've wanted this. You. And now?"
"Don't! Or I will say you raped me!"
"Then the whole fucking school finds out all your dirty little secrets. Is that what you want?"
"I wouldn't go around spreading revenge porn," Madison said, asserting herself. "You can get in a lot of trouble for that these days."
"It's not revenge porn when there are three dozen videos out there where you say how much you want it!" Madison had barely noticed Mike was now grabbing her exposed hip, caressing her, his dick becoming hard just from the touch. She didn't know what to do. If she ran, he was sure to follow through. Then the whole school would know all about her. Then again, would it matter? They would probably all know soon enough anyway.
"You know, most guys at least take me to dinner or something first," Madison interjected finally, trying to defuse the situation and maybe even put off what seemed, at that moment, inevitable.
"Yeah, most guys don't know how much of a whore you are. Tell you what. I'll even pay you - two dollars. Isn't that what you're turning into anyway?"
Madison was getting angry now. "Do what you want, I'm not a whore!"
Mike pulled up a video on his phone. Not just any video, the one of Madison begging the stranger to slap her. "Hey, everybody!" He called out loudly.
"Okay! Okay!" Madison said. Tears streamed down her face.
"I'm not taking you to dinner."
"You're an ass." Madison said. "Do it, but don't expect me to enjoy it."
"That's a good slut," Mike whispered.
"So what's your plan, big shot, fuck me on the sidewalk?"
