Slowly, Madison pulled into the parking lot at the school and searched for a parking space. She took a deep breath and exhaled. "Maybe they didn't bother to google me," she thought. "Maybe I'm nervous about nothing." It did seem odd to her that she was going to an interview for her first "real" job, and the thing she was most nervous about was whether anyone would find out about the erotic content she posted online.
"It's not just porn," she thought. "It's me, begging to be exposed as a slut to the whole world. And begging for my life to be wrecked, and utterly humiliating myself in every way." So maybe it wasn't that odd, given the magnitude of her offense - but still, it was certainly something that most young women would not have to be concerned about.
Madison had bought a new outfit for the occasion. She had to, really, since she had exorcised any decent, conservative attire from her wardrobe. Quite literally, she didn't own anything appropriate for an interview. All she owned were short shorts, mini skirts, and short, belly-baring tops, and certainly no business attire. It was by design, after all, to force herself to dress like a slut every single day.
But for this occasion, she allowed herself one decent interview outfit, one that she obviously planned to sell or donate as soon as the interview was over, so she couldn't use it to cover herself up if she had a change of heart one morning. "I don't know what I'm going to do if I actually get hired for a job," she thought. Then she laughed. She knew the chances of that happening were as close to zero as they could be. "But, still. I'd have to actually not look like a whore at work. And then I'd go out to the grocery store or something, dressed like a slut, and run into parents I just met at a PTA meeting." She laughed.
What would she do? She certainly didn't feel like changing her whole wardrobe just to avoid offending parents. No, she'd rather just keep looking slutty and raising eyebrows. Maybe she'd even be able to fuck some of the hot dads - or even moms. But she'd definitely need a new wardrobe for work, and then would she be able to go anywhere without covering everything up? Oh, well, she thought. It was a problem for down the road. Actually, it was probably not a problem at all, seeing as she'd never get a job teaching with her online presence being in the state it was in.
For the occasion, she may have dressed more conservatively than usual - but certainly she didn't look like a prude, and she did her best to look attractive. She had chosen a gray skirt that fell a few inches above the knee and had a slit in the back, showing enough leg that it certainly wouldn't be considered conservative, but probably not showing enough to seriously raise any eyebrows. She wore a light blue, button-up collared shirt, with the top couple buttons undone. Under that, she wore a cup-less bra, propping up her breasts but not covering her nipples, which she could get away with due to the gray blazer she wore over the shirt, matching her skirt. She chose a pair of four-inch black heels with straps around the ankles. Under the skirt, she did not wear panties, but was completely bare. Professional, yet slutty, she thought. It was the best she could do under the circumstances - she just had to be careful not to let her blazer open too much or the outline of her nipples would be visible through the shirt.
She did place some items in her bag - a butt plug, a pair of nipple clamps, a marker, and some clothespins. She wasn't necessarily sure why, it wasn't like she was going to actually use any of them during the interview. But she was used to bringing the plug, clamps, and marker pretty much anywhere she went these days, and she just wanted to be prepared in case a situation arose where she felt the need to use them.
Madison steadied her nerves and closed the car door after she stepped out. She carried a tote with the usual items, in addition to the plug, clamps, marker and clothespins. She also had a portfolio with her resume and references, and as she walked in, she wondered if any of her references would actually be favorable anymore. Maybe the ones from the schools where she had completed her student teaching would be good, but her professors, if they were being honest, would probably only be able to talk about how skimpy her clothing had gotten lately, or the rumors floating around school that she had posted a smorgasbord of erotic videos and photos online and flashed an entire college class.
As she entered the building, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves, and exhaled. "I guess I'm about to find out if I'm really ruined," she thought to herself. She signed in at the front desk and told the receptionist why she was there, and she was told to have a seat and that she
would be called in a moment.
As she waited, Madison thought about the events of the past couple weeks, starting with the most recent crazy video she had posted where she had talked in depth about how ruined she had become. True to her word, she had left the video up for two days. And then she went about trying to be a good girl again.
During those two days, she had gone to class as usual in her skimpy outfits - but the first day, she wrote "Webslut Madison" on her fully exposed stomach, with "google me" underneath in smaller letters. Anyone who saw her could see the writing. The idea was that she would be completely ruined before she could clean up her image. And even sitting there, waiting to be called in for her interview, she started to get slightly aroused thinking about it. If there had been any classmates who somehow remained unaware of her online existence, that was no longer possible after that little stunt.
Madison was quickly becoming a pariah at school. The only people who seemed to still talk to her were Dan and Alyssa. Except, of course, a couple guys who messaged her online wanting to hook up but keep it on the down low. Of course, she had obliged. She was toxic, nobody wanted to touch her - at least not when other people could see. "I'm ruining the reputation of anyone who is seen with me now," she remembered thinking to herself. That was the true rock bottom of a ruined reputation, she thought.
The second day, she had written a narrative on her stomach. "Madison Holt aka Webslut Madison. Online exposure slut. Look me up. I want to be exposed, humiliated and ruined forever." And she wore that around school all day where everyone could see!
