Once a Slut Always a Slut

I throw a necklace over my head and find a couple of bangles for my wrists. There were some huge gold hooped earrings but they were for pierced ears. By careful squeezing I made the gap just slightly smaller and then they could be positioned over my ear lobes just slightly gripping the flesh.

‘Oh! No!’ my finger nails. I don’t have time to paint them do I? Fortunately, Rachel has some stick-on false nails lying all over the place and I find the glue and stick them on.

“5 Minutes or you’re done for!” Paul’s voice again from below makes me quake a bit.

‘OK! OK!’ Here we go. I look once more in the mirror – ‘what a babe!’ What I see is a young blonde in a black and white dress in exceptionally high heels looking ready to go on a dtae I pick up a clutch handbag, squirt some perfume over me and sashay out of the room walking really amazingly well in the shoes. The stairs are a bit of a problem but I manage by hanging on to the handrail for grim death. At the bottom I pull myself up straight and walk as sexily as I can into the lounge.

“As promised I’m here….Whaat the! Oh! My God …!” My voice dries to a croak; sitting in the lounge are Paul, Spencer and a guy who is Spencer’s friend named McLean!

There is a round of applause and laughter!

Spencer leers at me and says, “You were bloody right Paul he makes a bloody good tart – some good shagging to be had with the little bitch I reckon!”

I burst into tears, “Paul you bastard! You…! You… and I had a deal!”

“I gave you the photo back. I made no other promise other than to say I would not tell anyone at school – I haven’t!”

“How could you – you fuckin’ bastard! – You tricked me – I am not stying here I’m getting out of this stuff and going home!”

Spencer had been watching and listening with a big grin on his face but now the grin vanished as he growled at me, “Oh! No! You don’t you fuckin’ little fag – not unless you want a good beating as well as us letting your parents know what you get up to – not to mention everyone at school!!”