Once a Slut Always a Slut

Click! And flash! Then whirr! With horror I realised Paul was at the door with a Polaroid Camera.

“That should be a good one to show everyone at school!” He was laughing all over his face; I knew that the colour had drained from mine and my heart seemed to be beating in my mouth.

“No! Please God! No! Paul!” I could hear the pleading in my voice.

He continued to laugh as the he held the photo in his hands waiting for it to develop.

“No! No! Paul! Please you can’t do this to me? I’ll be crucified at school if you show that!”

“Ah what a good pic of you Charlie or perhaps I should call you Charlotte?” The photo had now developed and he was examining it carefully.

“Yup it definitely shows you dressed in stockings, suspenders, bra and very high heels preening yourself by the mirror!”

“Oh! God! No! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! Don’t show it to anyone – I’ll do anything! Anything!”

“Well lets see now!” he put his hand to his jaw and made out that he was thinking.

“Anything?” As he said it he looked questioningly at me.

“Yes anything – just please don’t show it!” My voice was squeaking like a girl.

“Well Charlotte I think I would first of all like you to finish what you started – get yourself made up properly and put Rachael’s dress on from last night. Then, put some jewellery on and come downstairs to listen to some music with me!”

“Bbbut! Y’could take even more photographs of me then – promise you won’t. Promise just promise that you won’t and that if I do what you ask -you’ll give me that photo back.”

“OK Charlotte here’s the deal - do as I ask and I’ll give you this photo back now. When you come downstairs though, you really must look your best; nail varnish the lot, or I tell everyone at school that I caught you dressing in my sister clothes – even without the photo they’ll believe me rather than you.” He held the photo out to me and I reached out to take it but as I did so he pulled it back.