Weresluts Anonymous

Curse of the Wereslut

Chapter 4: Weresluts Anonymous

My escapades at work did not go unnoticed nor unreported, but it all worked out pretty well for me. That kind of makes me mad, but I guess I've got worse things to cope with.

The HR department hauled me in for questioning when I got back from lunch with a pussy-stained chin and no panties (I let the lady junior executive keep them after she went down on me in turn). They seemed to want to believe that I was a victim, bless their hearts, and assumed that I had been threatened or coerced or something. I offered to fuck both of my interviewers, sequentially or simultaneously, if they were interested, in order to prove I hadn't been compelled to trade sex for my job or anything like that. Both the man and the woman looked extremely uncomfortable, and they finally decided to offer me a transfer to a different department in exchange for signing some documents absolving the company and their staff. I didn't really read them, because I didn't really care.

I got the rest of the day off, and when I came back, I had a new cubicle in a different part of the building, a modest pay raise, and a group of supervisors who had been told they were never allowed to be alone with me in any closed rooms, or associate with me outside of work. That was a little disappointing, but my new job actually involved interfacing with delivery people and couriers, and before the end of the week I had several of them who were happy to help me find a storage space for their packages.

My social circle did suffer some attrition, though. While I was able to refrain from posting outright nudes on my accounts, my dramatic style change did not go unnoticed or unremarked for very long. About a third of my friends kept in contact, mostly those who weren't in serious relationships, who more or less approved of using whatever advantages one had in the pursuit of mates, whether short- or long-term. I heard through the grapevine that most of the ones who cut contact had decided I was never hacked, which was true of course, and I couldn't quite decide how I felt about that.

As the moon got closer and closer to its 'new' phase, my sluttiness and physical enhancements waned at the same pace. I still looked better than I used to, in the sense that my hair and skin and overall physical fitness seemed to be far easier to maintain with minimal effort, so I guess I looked like 'old Amanda' who had recently had a trip to the spa or something.

On the day before the mid-point between full moons, Vicki called me up and said, "Hey, Mandi! Do you think you could take tomorrow off work? There's a little get-together for girls like us, and I was thinking maybe we could check it out together?"

Given that the day in question was a Friday I was pretty sure I could beg off, and said as much, but warily asked, "What exactly is this 'girls like us' meeting all about?"

"Well, the name of it is 'Weresluts Anonymous', which I know you're probably cringing to hear," Vicki explained, almost as if she could see my wince over the phone. "It's a regional meeting, so we'll have to drive about 200 miles, since there aren't that many of us around, thankfully."

"How on Earth did you even find out about something like this?" I wondered out loud, exasperated. "Surely they're not posting about it on the internet?"

"Well, yeah, they are," Vicki admitted, sounding amused. "I guess it's pretty safe, since no one seems to believe in slut curses until they're victims of one." Recalling my own denialism, I couldn't argue strongly against that. "I already talked to the lady organizing it, and she said the meetings are as far away from the full moon as possible, to minimize the chances of it turning into an orgy."

"Oh, good!" I deadpanned. "Low odds of spontaneous group sex is key to productive gatherings."

"Will you come with me?" Vicki asked earnestly. "I mean, to the meeting? I'd really rather not go alone, and I think it could be good to hear how other women are coping."

I sighed, feigning more reluctance than I felt, but eventually agreed to go with her, as long as we took her car. I was still in my old college beater and didn't really trust it for long drives. She agreed to pick me up around noon so we'd have plenty of time to get there.

***

I was relieved that our fellow slut-cursed women had at least refrained from putting up a banner. The meeting was being held in a perfectly normal community center, and the signs simply declared it was a 'mutual support group' in Room C. My damn brain immediately started trying to think of lewd things that could stand for, knowing that we'd soon be identifying ourselves by initials. Cunt, coochie, cock-sleeve, cum-dumpster... the list went on, but I tried not to dwell on my dirty mind.

"Welcome, ladies!" said a woman who appeared to be in her mid-30s, smiling at us as we entered the room. Vicki had confided that fewer signs of aging was another silver lining, according to the lady who cursed her, so this woman, with 'TF' on her nametag, might well have been ten or even twenty years older than she looked.

"Thanks for inviting us!" Vicki replied, accepting an offered hug as I glanced around the room. There were about a dozen other women, all dressed for clubbing, just like we were. It was only when I was confronted with surreal situations like this that I even remembered a time when it would have seemed odd to be wearing a tight little dress and nothing else.

"We're still waiting for a few more people," TF said, waving her hand at a folding table nearby. "Help yourselves to some refreshments!" There was the obligatory coffee urn, and a couple of plates with assorted pastries and sweets. There were boxes under the table, one of which was labeled 'Emergency Supplies', but I couldn't see what was in them.

Vicki and I got some coffee and sat down in the circle of folding chairs, making idle chit-chat about where we were from and what we did, waiting for the stragglers to trickle in. TF finally called the meeting to order and went through a boilerplate spiel about how we were still strong, respectable women despite our difficulties. I kind of tuned it out, more interested in trying to surreptitiously admire all the sexy women in the room without giving myself away. I think I probably wasn't the only one.

"Well, it's time to share some of our triumphs and struggles!" TF announced. "We've got several new members here tonight. Would any of you like to introduce yourselves?"

Victoria immediately raised her hand and was recognized. She stood, giving me a tantalizing view of the lower hemispheres of her ass thanks to her short skirt getting scrunched up. "Hi everyone! I hope you don't mind that I'm going by just my first initial, but I'd prefer not to be known as 'VD' if I can avoid it." Polite laughter greeted her joke, and she started recounting the backstory I already mentioned, which left my mind wandering again. I only perked up when she started talking about a recent encounter she'd had.

"So there I was in this little boutique at the outlet mall, trying to find a nice new dress. Well, okay, I guess 'nice' is a relative term. I was looking for something too small and too tight, so I was browsing in the 'tween' section, and one of the clerks comes over to see if I need any help. Naturally, she'd assumed I was shopping for a gift for a younger sister or some other relative, since I look too young and slutty to have a kid that old." A few cheers and playful catcalls rang out, affirming Vicki's self-assessment.

"The look on her face when I told her it was for me was hilarious! Something like 'deer-in-headlights' meets 'fish-out-of-water'. She started blushing something fierce when I described how I wanted a dress that would really crush my tits, to make sure they bulged out over the top and constantly threatened to reveal my nipples. And something too short to actually hide my ass or my underwear, if I bothered to wear any. I told her I wanted my pussy to be on display if I needed to bend over."

Vicki's voice got thicker and her breathing got heavier as her tale went on, and it seemed like most of the gathering was following in her footsteps. I saw a lot of pokies and clenched thighs, and I was right there with them.

"So eventually I got so hot I just reached out and grabbed the girl, pulling her in for a kiss. She only resisted for a few seconds before she was kissing back just as passionately. I grabbed a dress I'd been admiring and asked her to help me find the fitting rooms. She was mumbling something about how she never did things like that, she was a good Christian girl, but once we were alone she didn't say a peep about me mauling her breasts or fingering her pussy. She didn't want to go down on me at first, but after I gave her a taste of our pussy juices on my finger, she changed her tune. By the time her manager caught us, I had two fingers up her ass and she was squirting on the dress I intended to buy."

Vicki's voice got choked up, and I noticed her ass cheeks clenching rhythmically, which made me wonder if she'd driven herself to orgasm just by recounting her sordid tale. A few other women had flushed cheeks and bright eyes, so she might not have been the only one.

"Relapse is part of recovery," TF said, probably reciting from a list of 'supportive' aphorisms she'd memorized. She had a few more pithy sayings to offer before asking if anyone else had something to share. I decided to raise my hand and see if I could one-up my slut-mentor.

"So, technically my name here should be AF, but I go by M nowadays, so you may as well call me MF," I said, to more polite chuckles. "V here is the slut who made me, so to speak, and only about two weeks ago. Yeah, I'm fresh meat!"

There was some surprise and even discomfort on a few faces, but I plowed on ahead. I gave them a brief summary of how my social life and work life had gotten all jumbled, which got a lot of commiseration, and honestly was a little bit validating in the moment. But then I got to what I considered the steamy part.

"So, this bicycle courier kid comes up to my desk with some legal documents or whatever. I'm making small talk with him while I sign for the stuff, finding out he's just graduated high school and is leaving for some fancy tech college at the end of the summer. I ask him how his girlfriend feels about him going out of state and he starts blushing and stammering. Of course the kid hasn't got a girlfriend, he's geeky as fuck, so I kind of casually mention that if he's got the time, I'd be happy to give him a good screw so he doesn't have to leave home a virgin."

Unlike Vicki, whose tale had mostly been told with closed eyes as she presumably relived the experience, I looked at my audience while I talked, holding their gazes for seconds at a time, although it always seemed longer. The direct staring was getting to them, and to me.

"Naturally the kid is suspicious and doubtful at first, but all it takes to convince him I'm serious is a good look at my tits. There's a supply closet near my desk where we put sensitive materials or valuable items, and my new colleagues know better than to say anything when they see me take someone in there. So, me and the geeky courier have some privacy."

I started playing with my breasts while I talked, and most of the women in the room joined in, maybe subconsciously. "The kid looks kind of scrawny, but when I get his shirt off I'm pleasantly surprised by his body, then I remember he rides his bike all over town making deliveries. His dick is a bit bigger and longer than I expected at first, too." I licked my lips suggestively and sucked on a finger for a few moments before I continued.

"I'm guessing that my blushing virgin won't need much stimulation to pop, so I decide to get him off with my mouth as quick as I can before we do anything else. And I was right, because it took about seven good sucks before he's flooding my mouth with his hot, salty cum!" I moaned and hummed, running my fingers over my lips and letting my other hand press against my mound. "Don't you just love how much delicious spunk an eighteen-year-old boy can shoot?" I asked rhetorically. "I teased him about the volume and suggested he'd been saving it up for years. He didn't quite know how to respond, so I just told him that as soon as he could get hard again I'd let him stick it in me. He was ready for that in about three sucks."

I hiked my dress up and started openly fingering myself in front of the other sluts, and several of them followed suit. I noticed TF groaning; she stumbled over to the table and opened the box that was labeled for emergencies. A few moments later she was passing out dildos and vibrators to all the assembled women. I accepted a medium-length rubber dick that was a shocking canary-yellow color and immediately rammed it inside my cunt.

"So there I was, bent over in the supply closet, holding onto a shelf for support, turning a boy into a man with my slutty pussy," I groaned. "And I gotta say, for a first-timer he picked things up pretty quick. He needed a few pointers and corrections, but we got a good rhythm going, and pretty soon I'm biting down on someone's cushioned envelope to avoid screaming and moaning too loud."

Being too loud was clearly not something any of the anonymous sluts were worried about. I had to raise my voice almost to shouting to be heard over their moaning, and the wet sounds of their masturbation, which absurdly made me think of the noise of stirring pasta. I got hungry for Italian suddenly.

"So I'm loving getting railed by the guy, and I kind of want to let him finish inside me for his first time, but then I decide he might want a nice visual memory of losing his virginity, so when I think he's close, I push him out and spin around, jacking him and pointing his cock at my face, telling him that if he paints me with his cum I'll let him take a picture for his spank bank. He grunts and groans and pretty soon he's spraying me with another load of jizz. Not as big, but still photogenic. He's all embarrassed and apologetic, but he snapped a pic anyway, and only grimaced a little when I gave him a kiss good-bye. I spent the rest of the day jilling myself quietly in my cubicle with cum on my face!" I concluded as I came, screaming.