Lauren To Lozza Pt 02

"Ah ha!" Becky squealed, she had spotted the vibrator and held it up. "I knew it! Lozza, you horny little bitch!"

I couldn't believe it. I felt my face burn with embarrassment. I wanted to die. "No! You don't understand! It's not what you think!" I stammered.

"Oh, come on Lozza, don't be embarrassed," Jess said, amused. "Now, let's see how good you can make it feel."

She took the vibrator from Becky and held it up to my face. "Come on, Lozza. Get sucking."

Dani and Aimes were doubled over with laughter. Aimes jumped onto the bed joining Dani. As Jess was now next to me, Becky was now standing, grinning almost smugly, her hands on her hips. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was going to have to wrap my mouth around my vibrator; I never wanted to look at it again.

Taking a deep breath and seeing no way of reneging on the wager, I took the vibrator from Jess, leaned forward, and pressed my lips around the tip of the vibrator. It felt so odd and unnatural. I closed my eyes and began to move my head up and down, mimicking the action of giving a blowjob.

As I moved, Jess began to coach me. "That's it, Lozza. Use your tongue. Yeah, like that."

Jess carried on giving detailed instructions as I continued. With my eyes closed, I actually started taking a mental note of her advice, which was humiliating in itself, I'll blame the alcohol.

The worst part came whilst I was actually "deep throating" the vibrator Dani had started moaning like she was the guy!, my eyes shot open and I pulled the vibrator out of my mouth. I was most worried about Ben hearing through the thin walls of this crappy house. What I saw was even worse. Aimes had her phone pointed at me. I tried protesting about the pictures and for Dani to stop moaning in case Ben heard, but they all argued they never agreed to no pictures and they would just stay between us.

Becky with a little smirk on her face added, "Dani stop moaning though, only moans we want Benny to hear is mine"

I thought at least it was over, but I was wrong when Jess told me I had to do it again with my eyes open.

My heart raced as Aimes flashed me a mischievous grin, her phone poised for another picture. "Come on, Lozza, just one more gobble on your friend there, and we'll wrap it up," she coaxed, her voice dripping with mischief.

I tried to protest, but before I could utter a word, the other girls joined in, chanting together, "Do it, do it, do it!"

The pressure was unbearable, and I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I glanced around desperately. I just wanted them to shush. I know Ben's probably got his headphones on, but imagine if he hasn't!

Finally, with a resigned sigh, my brain felt full of fog. I relented, my defeat evident in the slump of my shoulders. "Fine, just be quiet," I muttered, feeling a mix of humiliation and slightly queasy due to the alcohol and my nerves. I quickly found myself with my mouth full while wide-eyed, looking directly into the phone lens as Aimes hit click.

To say my memory from this point becomes hazy is an understatement. I'd now finished my forfeit, and the girls accepted that. I now needed to wrap up and send them on their way. I started telling them they will have to get going, but Becky had other ideas,

Becky wrapped her arm around me she almost whinged, "Oh, come on, Lozza! We can't end the night without one for the road."

So I found myself agreeing to one more drink, but only one. It didn't take long until I got blacked out drunk, and the next thing I remember was the next morning.

Groggily awakening from my slumber,my head was banging so much it almost felt like I had just been flicked in my head. I opened my eyes and was shocked as there stood Becky above me, ready for college and smiling. She was holding my vibrator, nausea washed over me as I recalled the previous evening's humiliating events.

"Mornin', sunshine!" Beamed Becky, cheerfully greeting me. "Looks like we had quite the party last night, eh?"

I responded weakly, "Wh-what are you doing here, Becky?"

Wagging the vibrator in the air, she answered, "Well, I figured I'd drop by and borrow this baby for a spin. What do you say?"

I was completely stunned and about to go into an angry outburst until Becky broke into a giggle.

"Just kidding, relax, babes. By the way, I really hope it was clean before you sucked it off because, eww, I brought you a little hangover shake. Drink it, I'll you'll start feeling better, I mean, look at me, do I look like I'm hungover?"

She had a point I felt like death, and she was practically bouncing. Before I could ask how she got in or tell her yes, it was clean,

Becky continued, "I used your key to get in; I took it when we snuck out last night; you was too out of it, do you remember?

"Noo not really," I croaked, my voice raspy. "What happened?"

Becky's smirk widened into a mischievous grin. "Oh, you're in for a treat," she replied, her tone teasing. "Let me fill you in on the juicy details."

As Becky recounted what happened last night, keeping her voice down, she filled in the blank spots. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Apparently, when my parents returned home, the girls were still there, but my parents didn't know that as they had retired straight to their bedroom for some "alone time," as Becky said that she had started gyrating her hips.

I buried my face in my hands, mortified. "Stop it; they probably just went straight to bed," I muttered.

Becky smirked, adding, "Oh babes, you don't live in your posh palace anymore; you better get some ear muffs because with these thin walls you'll hear a lot. That's why I'm keeping my voice down. It's not just because of your hangover; they were at it like rabbits; we all heard them before we left. You were asleep though, snoring away. Good thing your mum was so loud; we were able to make our way out without them hearing.

The very last thing I wanted to hear right now was about my parents sex life. Becky was right about the house. I never heard a peep in our old home but guess that's changed in this crappy house. I would actually need ear muffs.

Thankfully, Becky moved on from talking about last night and handed me the milkshake. After a tentative sip of the milkshake, the cool, refreshing taste soothed my sore throat. I found myself chugging it down; it's exactly what I needed.

Becky grinned. "See, my milkshakes are legendary; sometimes I add extra cream, but not with this one; it will SPIKE you right up; I've got more for you for the rest of the day.

I thanked Becky for making sure I got up. I told her I'd see her at college later, but I needed to freshen up.

Becky had other thoughts: "Babes, we'll go together; you get out those crusty clothes that you've slept in; come back in here after your shower; and I'll do your makeup because right now you look rough as toast; you better have another milkshake on the way to college.".

I found myself nodding along; it just felt easier to agree with Becky. That's why when I went to grab my underwear and uniform, she told me to leave it and just come back in my towel. I NEVER walk around the house in a towel.

Becky's POV

So, you are probably wondering what my game plan is. Well,  it's simple: Lauren, or Lozza, as she's now known, is a proper stuck up posh girl; she thinks she's all that. Well, guess what? She needs humbling in more ways than one.

See, Lauren struts around with her nose in the air like her shit doesn't stink, acting like she's better than everyone else. But me? I ain't having it. I'm going to take her down a peg or two and show her she ain't all high and mighty. Could I grow and see her as a genuine friend one day? Yeah, once she's got down and dirty a bit and knows her place, which is under my thumb.

I'll always play the odd joke on Lozza, of course, but she really needs it, and I'll always remember listening in on her mum talking with mine over the garden fence; neither knew I was listening in, despite both coming from very different backgrounds, they had seemed to hit it off, I know my mum never stops talking and seemed same with Lozza's mum but what really annoyed me was everything her mum said about Lozza, how Lauren "knows her worth", is worried her daughter wouldn't fit in with people Lauren viewed as beneath her, her mum just seemed to think it was Lauren being Lauren, well don't worry Lozza's mum she'll fit right in after all, whereas what I heard about Benny, a nice shy nerdy pushover, that was right up my street.

So back to the present, Lozza's little milkshake, let's just say it has a little splash of something that will make her more agreeable to suggestions. Lozza has now gone for her shower, leaving behind her change of clothes like I'd told her. I waited on her bed and messaged to our group chat "Becky's Badass Bitches" that I was in Lozza's and we wouldn't be late for college because I was up early to return Lozza's key and get her up.

I then tossed Lozza's vibrator back where she originally had it. I had a few thoughts of snooping around Lozza's room or even going into Benny's room to see if he was up, but decided any mischief could wait. I am actually interested in Benny. I'm not just trying to piss Lozza off; ya see, I have a thing for nerds, easily pushed around; I don't even have to give them spiked milkshakes.

On that note, Lozza returns from her shower, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as she walks back into the room in the biggest towel I have ever seen. It practically swallowed her whole. To top it off, she wore sandals, who actually has shower sandals? It was like she thought she was too good to let her bare feet touch the floor. I bit my tongue to keep from laughing out loud at the sight of her.

Lozza flashed me a nervous smile, completely unaware of my amusement. I must have looked quite a sight to Lozza. Here I was lying on her bed with my shoes on, like it was my own. I greeted her in an almost whispered voice: "Come on, babes, sit ya arse down; you were in the shower forever, you are lucky I was so early; we'll get this makeup done and get you dressed and head out."

Lozza did as she was told; I got to work with the makeup, some blush, eyeshadow, and lipstick, all layered on heavy, of course. I didn't even offer her a chance to look in the mirror; I just told her she looked fab and to get her arse dressed. She looked at me like she wanted me to leave the room. Well, no chance of that, so I told her to hurry; it's just us girls; no need to be shy.

Lozza's point of view

I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I just wanted to tell Becky to leave me alone, but my thoughts are all over the place. It was just easier to go along with her suggestions, but now she's going to see me NAKED!, I've always been well "modest," which is probably not the word I'd use, but I didn't just get naked in front of people; I wanted privacy. Becky just kept looking at me, waiting while she lounged on my bed as I stood in front of her.

Before I could process what I was even doing, I found my nervously shaking fingers undoing my towel. With a swift motion, the towel then felt like it just slipped through my fingers and landed in a thud. Becky's eyes widened in amusement, a playful smile spreading across her lips.

'Well, well, well,' she teased, her voice dripping with mock surprise. 'Love the little landing strip on your beaver, Lozza. I'm fully bare myself, but I might try that look. See,  no need to be shy; you got a great body. A little nudity between friends is no big deal."

I could almost feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I wanted to grab my towel again but didn't want to show how embarrassed I was, so I didn't even cover myself. I was also angry. I mean, of all things, to call it "BEAVER," this lowlife should feel privileged just to be in my presence, nevermind having the honour to be the first person to see me completely naked as an adult.

'I-im...I'll get dressed' I stammered, words tumbling out eventually. I quickly got my underwear, throwing it on quickly, just glad Becky hadn't selected or laid any out for me, before throwing on my college uniform, wearing it in the same fashion as yesterday, and throwing my tie into my bag, in case I was told by a teacher to put it on.

I left the house quickly with Becky, sending a quick text to my parents that I was getting breakfast with Becky before college.

I texted that just to get Becky out of the house and to avoid a strange look from my parents as to why my face was caked in makeup. I hadn't even had a chance to look at it myself yet. It wasn't really a lie to my parents, though, as I chugged down another milkshake on the way to college with Becky, To be honest, the milkshakes were so good and really did help my hangover.

Classes seem to pass quite quickly. I felt I had a bit of a cloudy head. Another milkshake was helping my hangover though. I nodded along with the teachers words as I took notes, "Becky's Badass Bitches" chat was nonestop chat, which I even found myself joining in with despite some of the crude chavvy remarks and even jokes about me from last night. I knew I was better than these girls, so I could understand the odd jealous joke about me. The bell chimed, signalling break. Becky, Dani, Jess, and I stood chatting.

Aimes was off somewhere else. I wasn't sure where; we were discussing part-time jobs, it was actually relevant because earlier my mum had replied to my breakfast text reminding me I didn't have an unlimited money pit now; maybe a part-time job would be useful for me. Any company would be lucky to employ me. I knew explaining this to them without going through at least this crappy college first might be difficult, but I'm sure I'll have lots of offers.

I gulped when Jess mentioned she has an OnlyFans account; it literally sent a shiver down my spine. Although it didn't surprise me out of all the girls that Jess would be the one with one, I really didn't want to know how graphic the content was. What sent another chill down my spine was when Becky had the gall to actually say it would be a great idea for ME to open one.

"It's easy money, Lozza," Becky insisted. "With all the posh rich guys who knew you when you had money, you would rake it in, and Jess could help you set up. Maybe even do crossover work on the accounts.

Jess actually looked excited at the prospect, but I shook my head. I tried not to insult Jess at the same time, but I was adamant. "I can't do that; I'm just not as confident as Jess." I used it as an excuse. i wanted to say I'm not some hussy.

Becky kept pointing to the benefits, how I need the money, and how, (she saw my cracking body and it would be a money maker), she wouldn't stop pushing. I kept resisting; part of me felt like saying yes just to shut her up, but I would not agree to this, absolutely no way.

Dani then spoke up. "Well, I work at McDonald's, and they're always at my branch. I could put in a good word for you if you're interested, Lozza."

My eyes lit up with hope at just the thought of shutting Becky up. "Really? That would be amazing, Dani. Thank you."

As the bell rang once more, signalling the end of break, I trudged back to class, the weight of my decision settling like a stone in the pit of my stomach. Had I really said it would be amazing to work at a crappy McDonald's.

The mental image of myself, YES actually ME, Lauren, clad in that unflattering uniform, serving up greasy fast food to people far below my station. It felt like a nightmare come to life. The more I thought about it, the more I realised I had to say no, but later, when Dani came over to me, bouncing with happiness.

"Hey, Lozza, Harry from work is swinging by Jess's place later for a small get-together. But want the best news? The job is yours; he'll bring you the work contract. He said we can match our hours, so we work together; we definitely won't ever pick a Friday or Saturday night; it's so flexible; believe me, congratulations." Dani said, her voice filled with joy.

I didn't know how to say no. My mouth opened and closed without saying a word. Maybe I'll start there until I find myself something MUCH better, and then I'll leave. That could work, and the small amount of money and flexible hours will be useful. So I agreed to work at McDonald's. I then realised I had been invited to Jess's. The last thing I wanted to do was another drinking session, but I needed to sign that work contract, so I asked what time I needed to go.

Dani's eyes lit up as she listed off the attendees. "Well, all the girls will be there, apart from Becky. Apparently, she's up to something tonight," she explained. "And Harry's friend Billy is also joining us, we'll head over right after college, Harry is bringing food so text your mum your plans incase she's cooking."

The mention of Becky's absence piqued my interest, I'm surprised I'd managed to shake her off, I wonder what she is upto tonight.