Lucy woke up. A patch of light, filtering through the curtains, had decided to land precisely on her face. She shuffled in her bed and grabbed her phone. Past 11 already. She was groggy, still tired, her mood low, disturbed by a violent disgust and shame she could feel deep in her belly and creeping through her whole body, cold in her veins.

She tried to remember what she exactly did the previous day, enumerating each step of her descent to see how bad it really was. Okay, first, she posed as a schoolgirl, fully naked. She admonished herself mentally, thinking back on how she exposed her bare pussy to the camera. What got into her?! If her parents, or her school, saw these pictures, what could be the consequences? For the school... nothing really. She imagined someone bringing her naked pictures to the school administration in a brown paper envelope, opening it in front of the school board.

"Is this the kind of student you want in your school?", he would ask, with a wide grin. She could picture it. It was tempting to imagine the school staff being shocked and deciding to expel her on the spot, but... it was perfectly unrealistic. The school would protect her, turning against the perpetrator. She would be recognized as a victim and the guy as the threat.

So, turning the events over and over in her head, she slowly convinced herself it wasn't THAT big of a deal. Also, a lot of people were exchanging nudes these days, she deluded herself.

 

Laughter erupted from the living room, derailing her train of thought. She didn't like that. She wanted to spend the whole Sunday in bed, avoiding everyone and especially Sarah and her sex-working friends.

 

She started ruminating again, thinking about the rest of yesterday's events. How she posed with -what was his name?- Jürgen.

Had it really been worse than the schoolgirl session? She tried to remember. Ah. Yes. The drugs. She took drugs. She shivered and realized she needed to pee.

 

Fortunately, she could access the bathroom while avoiding the living room, so she got up, dressed only in a loose tee-shirt and panties, and went there. On the cold toilet seat, relieving her bladder calmed her down. A faint need to puke also disappeared. What had happened after? She knew how attracted she had been to the male model but couldn't recall having crossed a line here. So, she was safe on that front too. She wiped and went back to her bed. 11:42 was displayed on her phone. No wonder she was hungry.

 

"With this guy, we didn't even touch, right?", she thought, relieved. But then, the next shot, with Leena... She only had brief flashes about this one, she couldn't remember what happened in detail but it couldn't have been so bad. Or was it? It has been the drugs, for sure. It scared her, but, she confusingly remembered feeling so good. And she wanted to trust Leena.

 

She quickly ran through the mental inventory of yesterday's events again. The more she played them in her mind, the more she rationalized them, soothing her frayed nerves. Ok. It was going to be ok.

 

Laughter again.

 

But what about her parents? She imagined someone, the same guy with a smirk, contacting her parents. Yeah, that wouldn't fly. Anxiety crept in again. It wasn't like they were going to cut her off, they didn't have the means to support her in the first place. But she would disappoint them, her mother especially, so adamantly opposed to porn. Well. Yeah. "On second thought, maybe she would disown me." She was not a very subtle person and prone to anger.

But how would they know? Lucy didn't have any enemies.

 

Porn started playing faintly in the distance, indecent moans, vapid giggles and grunts. She rolled her eyes, astonished at how gross Sarah and her friends were.

 

Wait a minute. Sarah?! Would Sarah contact her parents? Lucy's heart raced again as she tried to estimate the likelihood of Sarah betraying her, of sending her parents the pictures. But she failed to realize how biased her calculations were: indeed, the (subconscious) primary function of her current rumination was to relieve her stress, not to find the truth. Surely (she was trying to convince herself), Sarah wouldn't do that. If she did, it would be catastrophic for Lucy, so, there was no chance. No, really, so far, Sarah had been... helpful? It couldn't be, right? She gave her the room. She delayed the rent. She was paying for all the groceries. She was becoming like a big sister, taking care of her as she had no choice but to do porn. Wasn't she? Maybe, already, in the back of her mind, she already knew. But she couldn't face it yet.

 

The thought of groceries reminded her how hungry she was. She slipped out of bed again, creeping toward the kitchen, hoping to avoid the people in the living room. If they turned their heads as she passed by, they would see her, but there was a low chance because they were likely turned away from her, maybe even focusing on the TV. She sneaked forward and saw the TV, playing hardcore porn where a zoomed-in cock frantically pounded a glistening bald pussy. She got a glimpse of the three girls in front of it, dressed like skanks (as far as she could tell), in indecent sitting positions, talking and giggling. Sex toys were lying on the coffee table, tying the whole degenerate scene together.

 

"What a bunch of disgusting sluts.", thought Lucy.

 

Moving quickly, she made it to the kitchen unnoticed, opened the cupboard, and spotted a big bundle of biscuits Sarah had bought. Grabbing a pack and her water flask (which she apparently had left there somehow) she retreated to her room, victorious.

 

She sat at her desk, took a sip, opened her computer and started to eat. Alright. She needed to study because she was severely falling behind now and the exams were approaching fast. The course page opened. She skimmed through a few pages but the reading didn't really capture her interest. Her mind was still on yesterday's performance, on Sarah, on Jürgen, on the porn playing on the screen in the living room, on the hard cock and the wet pussy she saw... She tried to focus on the words, but it was getting harder and harder, like... like that schoolgirl she pretended to be yesterday, the dumb student failing her classes... Without her realizing it, her legs were wide open under the desk, her pelvis slowly moving back and forth in a rhythmic motion and she was nervously playing with a strand of hair.

She moved back to the previous page, trying to read it again, properly this time, but the ache from her snatch was so distracting... Without thinking about it, she moved her hand down there, to relax, to relieve a bit of tension, to be able to focus again. An electric jolt of pleasure made her spasm, and she suddenly became aware of what she was doing.

"I just need to get this out of my system, I'll be able to study better after.", she told herself.

Her mouse moved to her other hand. The cursor flew across the screen, hiding the academic material and opening a private window, displaying a porn site Sarah had given her. It was easy to browse porn, a lot easier than studying her courses. Video after video scrolled before her, and she soon had her hand in her panties, lightly pleasuring herself. She found an especially good video, so she completely removed her panties, and leaned back on her chair, her left fingers pinching her nipples while the right one teased her clit. It was a threesome, two beautiful, buxom pornstars, bodies perfectly sculpted by plastic surgeons, taking care of a muscular stud posing as a pool boy. Their enhanced, big, fat breasts seemed full of life compared to her flat chest.

Lucy couldn't help but feel a bit inadequate, like an ugly troll peeping from a distance as two goddesses were expressing their sexuality for mortals to enjoy. She knew she couldn't compare to them, because of how thin, how flat she was. She was envious of the girls, whishing she could have their curves, thinking it would solve all her problems somehow, to be this hot, this desirable. Still, the jealousy didn't prevent her from touching her needy pussy, circling around her most sensitive spots, until a scream almost escaped her. She covered her mouth with her left hand and continued playing with herself, squirming in her seat, trying to keep quiet, so close, ever so close... but...

Another video, this time it was a voluptuous milf instructing a younger porn actress how to handle her boyfriend's cock. It resonated perfectly with Lucy, as she could identify with the bony girl on the screen. It started slow, so she skipped the start of the video to go where the action was, when her doppelganger on screen was getting railed by the guy under the encouragments of the big titted milf. Lucy's hand was furiously rubbing her cunt now, desperate for a release, but... but...

A third video, a violent gonzo, where the actress was slapped, dragged on the floor, spit roasted by two guys, it was hot, so hot, Lucy was close, so close... but... but...

 

She stopped, frustrated. She knew what she needed. She needed the Hitachi wand and, alas, she knew perfectly where it was because she just saw it.

Cursing herself under her breath, she slid her panties back on and slipped into baggy sweatpants. Ok, she would just have to put up with it.

 

She approached the living room, all heads turning toward her as she entered.

 

"Heyyy...", she greeted them, lamely.

"Hey Lucy!", answered one of the girls.

"Did you sleep well sleepyhead?", asked Sarah. With her sat two girls Lucy recognized from before: the busty redhead and the heavily tattooed blonde.

 

Lucy grinned. She really didn't want to interact with them. She was still horny as hell, surely smelling and looking like sex but she would be out of here quickly. The Hitachi wand was there, just in front of them. So she just nodded, approached the coffee table and... and... suddenly realized how much of a slut she would look, if she just came in to take the sex toy back to her room. So she pivoted at the last minute and sat on the couch, heart beating, red as a tomato, trying to play it cool.

 

Sarah noticed something was weird about her but couldn't understand what she was doing.

 

"How do you feel?", asked the redhead, whose big tits were threatening to spill of a minuscule crop top. "You a veteran now!" she added.

 

Lucy was now sitting down on the couch, knees wide open, unconsciously mimicking the blonde friend who was sitting with her legs up the couch. She didn't really want to answer the question, since her mind was so focused on the wand, so she answered the joke with a light giggle. She didn't want to socialize, she was looking for a way, for an excuse, maybe she could force all the girls to go to the kitchen somehow? Or pretend to clean the table? She needed an idea.

 

On the big TV screen, a busty girl trying to catch puke in a bowl as she was getting roughly throatfucked by a rowdy man didn't help her think.

 

It did seem to inspire the other women though, because the conversation turned overly sexual. The topic drifted toward escorting jobs, the blonde mentioning an important bit, about how her most perverted regular was working as a well respected teacher, but Lucy missed it completely.

Instead, she was getting more and more frustrated by the minute as the girls launched new conversation topics and were not showing any signs of moving away from the living room. So she zoned out of the conversation, and her hand moved between her legs, like Sarah taught her. She got transfixed with what was happening on the big TV screen, which was a lot more interesting than the current topic being discussed. She didn't masturbate really, her hand was just resting there, on the thick fabric, between her open legs, barely moving, barely pressing against her clit.

 

After what seemed like an eternity, Sarah got up to take care of lunch, leaving Lucy alone with her friends. Lucy seized the opportunity. She also got up, mumbled "we should clean that", and grabbed the toys. She stood there, hands full, for a few seconds, thinking about what to do next. The proper thing to do would have been to place them on the side, on the cupboard for instance, but how would she manage to take only the wand discreetly back to her room?! So she decided to bring all the toys with her, exiting the room, as if she was going to put them away in some drawer somewhere.

 

Sarah came out of the kitchen just as Lucy passed. She looked at the toys, then at Lucy, and her face lit up with genuine amusement. She didn't say a word, letting her go.

 

Then, as soon as Lucy's door clicked shut,  multiple laughter erupted behind her.

 

"Well. Clearly, they understood what I'm intending to do and it amuses them a lot.", Lucy thought. She shivered with shame, but it didn't prevent her from removing her sweatpants and panties, sitting back in front on the porn site and using it as the videos played again. She couldn't help but curse at herself: "What an idiot. They must think I'm a complete slut.", she admonished herself, as the head of the magic wand was deliciously rubbing across her pussy.

Her mind wasn't into it, as she was still trying to look for an escape from the humiliation.

And suddenly, it hit her: "It's ok!", she reasoned. "I forgot! I'm so dumb. They already think I'm Sarah's 18-years-old cousin wannabe pornstar!" That was right, it was the lie they served them last time. So she didn't need to sneak, to lie, to pretend.

A faint thought appeared: how much easier would her life be, if only it were true. No academic pressure. No shame. No humiliation. To be a simple, dumb, slutty, girl.

"I'm just... Sarah's slutty cousin...", she thought, and a strong, overwhelming orgasm washed over her, finally releasing the tension, quenching the aching need that was bothering her. She didn't prevent herself from screaming this time, it wasn't really her screaming anyway, she was just pretending to be Sarah's cousin. The high shriek echoed through the apartment before the room fell dead silent.

Lucy slowly came to her senses. She closed the porn playing on her screen and tried to return to her normal self.

 

Ok. It was just a little self-indulgence. She opened her course page again. From now on, she would be Lucy, the serious student, focused on her studies, not ashamed of anything and certainly not a sex worker like Sarah and her slutty clique.

 

A voice came from the living room:

"Lucy? We are eating, you're coming?", said Sarah.

"Oh yes she's coming, alright.", joked someone, making the group laugh.

 

Lucy shivered, a heavy knot tightening in her throat. She didn't answer and decided to go back to bed to reset herself.

 

---

 

She woke up around four. On her phone, a message from Sarah inviting her to talk. Knowing exactly what was laying ahead, Lucy took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was coming.

She selected some clothes and opened the door, on high alert. No more chattering or laughter: the apartment was perfectly silent. The friends had left. She moved quickly to the shower, removed her oversized tee shirt, revealing her slender body, and washed herself quickly. Slowly, she regained a bit of confidence. She needed that to confront Sarah.

She dressed properly, with jeans and a white top, and even put on a little makeup, as if she was going out. Ok. She was ready.

 

"Ah, Lucy! Ready to talk?", asked Sarah.

 

Lucy stiffened. That was it.

"Yes, I also wanted to... talk to you."

 

Both girls sat at the kitchen table.

 

"So, can you wire me the rent?

-Well, I'm... 150$ short.", said Lucy, her voice cracking as she fought back tears. "As you know I did two photo shoots...

-Yes. I know. Any update on your housing grant?" The calm tone of Sarah reassured Lucy a bit. She sounded genuinely concerned for her. Maybe this wouldn't be a disaster after all.

 

"No.

-I see. Well, you know I can get you more gigs.

-That's what I wanted to tell you about. I cannot do this anymore.", stated Lucy shyly, eyeing Sarah from below. Since she didn't react, she felt obligated to justify herself. She couldn't say sex work was degrading, both girls had danced this dance before, so, suddenly inspired, she explained:

"It's my parents, you know, they wouldn't understand...

-I see." This time, Sarah's tone was icy cold. She clearly wasn't buying the lame excuse. "You're scared they'll stumble upon your pics, aren't you?"

 

Lucy nodded.

 

"Because your father watches porn? Or is it your mother?", Sarah asked in a vicious manner.

 

Lucy kept her head down, not knowing what to answer. She had been backed into a corner.

 

"Look, it's fine". Sarah was offering her a way out: "You know I work at a strip club, right?"

 

Lucy nodded, her mind already racing to invent a new excuse to avoid going anywhere near that place.

 

"You can come to work as a hostess... or a dancer.

-I... I don't know.

-I never saw your parents there.", added Sarah maliciously. "No, seriously. Working as a hostess isn't so bad. You get to keep your clothes on."

 

Lucy nodded... and... no! Did she seriously consider that for even a second?! She shook her head no.

 

"Mmm. Anyway," said Sarah, cutting right back to business, "How much can you wire me now?

-Five hundred.

-Sorry? Five hundred?! What the fuck?!!"

 

Lucy blinked, completely blindsided. She didn't expect Sarah to react so strongly, especially because she already admitted being a hundred and fifty short.

 

"Y...Yes..?

-You know I'm expecting thirteen hundred from you, right?

-W-what do you mean? The rent is only 650 isn't it?

-650 a month! You owe me for the last month PLUS the upcoming month! It already started! Did you think that from now on I would ask you to pay at the end of the month every time?"

 

Lucy hadn't accounted for that at all. Sarah had let her slide on last month's rent, pushing the deadline to the 31st, but of course the new month's rent was already due. A cold wave of pure desperation crept through Lucy's body.

 

"You're putting me in a really, really bad position Lucy!

-I know... I'm sorry.

-I'll call the club, see if they have an opening for you.

-No... please." Lucy was loudly crying now. "I... I can't do that anymore... please Sarah.

-Oh come on! Is it going to be like that every single month Lucy?!

-I can't... I really can't.", she choked out between sobs.

 

Sarah had Lucy exactly where she wanted her, but couldn't shake a genuine sense of irritation. She didn't really need the money, a single night stripping easily cleared $650. But she was consumed by her role.

 

"Then you'll have to sell something!

-I don't have anything...

-Your computer!

-I need it...

-Then sell some clothes!"

 

Selling her clothes? It wasn't that far fetched. Both girls regularly bought and sold clothes online.

 

"At least cover last month rent, please. You can buy it back later."

 

Lucy nodded numbly. Yes. She could sell some clothes.

 

---

 

Three piles were growing across Lucy's bedroom floor:

-the clothes she wanted to keep at all costs.

-the clothes she would like to keep if possible.

-the clothes she was ready to sell.

 

She looked at the middle pile, which was the tallest, defeated.

 

Sarah stepped in, instantly taking control. She began rifling through the middle stack, holding up piece after piece and firing off rapid questions. "Do you really plan on wearing this anytime soon? Can you survive a month without it? Can't you buy a new one easily later?"

 

Under the pressure, Lucy crumbled. Little by little, the sacrifice pile grew and Lucy's wardrobe shrank down to nothing.

 

"I'll ask the girls if they can give you some things to wear, ok?"

 

Lucy's stomach churned. The absolute last thing she wanted was to wear secondhand clothes from Sarah's slutty friends, but she didn't really have a choice.

 

Sarah estimated the clothes one by one, checking online prices for the same brand or equivalent. In the end, to Lucy's despair, it barely reached $180.

 

A black trash bag engulfed the clothes, swallowing her old life with it.

 

Out of all Lucy's clothes, Sarah had tried to deliberately leave Lucy with only the trashiest pieces. The tight pink shorts and the sport bra had survived the purge. A notable exception was a pair of dress pants and a matching jacket, obviously of very high quality, that Lucy had saved to use during interviews and formal presentations at school. The set alone was worth $200. Sarah wanted to hold onto it for now instead of selling it, effectively using the precious garment as pledge against Lucy's debt. "I'll keep these with me as collateral.", she stated. "If you really need them for an interview, ask me."

 

It was on Monday morning, as she got ready for school, that Lucy realized how few clothes she now owned. Her options for bottoms were incredibly limited: it was either the pair of pink shorts, denim shorts that exposed half her snatch, a clubbing mini-dress she had never dared to wear before, a black mid-thigh skirt Sarah had given her, or a pair of old jeans.

Naturally, she selected the last item. Sarah had made her sell the couple of trousers she usually wore, in fact they had been the two pieces she had made the most money from. 

It wasn't THAT bad to wear this kind of casual clothing at her business school. No dress code was really enforced, some girls had been wearing similar pants. The only difference was it was usually high-end, tailored denim. So, when Lucy was in school, wearing these cheap old jeans, she looked a bit out of place. She was a loner there, so nobody said anything to her, and it was fine for a day, but if she wore this kind of clothes every day, her reputation, which was already shaky, would suffer.

But it wasn't the end of the humiliation Sarah had in store for her.

 

That evening, Sarah's friends came over to buy and trade a couple of items of clothing with Lucy. It was hard for Lucy to refuse, in front of Sarah, when one of the girls offered to buy one of her shirts for a good price and replace it with a tight crop top. The worst part was the replacement of the very jeans she wore to school during the day, that last piece of semi-normal clothing she owned. It got replaced by denim shorts.

The trade wasn't that unequal actually: the brand new looking high-waisted, paneled denim shorts she got in exchange were clearly two or three times more expensive than her old pants. The cut was perfectly suited to her slender frame, fitting closely at the waist and hips, tight even against her flat ass, with the inseam stopping at mid-thigh, emphasizing the length of her bare legs while staying chic. They wouldn't have been out of place for a casual dinner in Monaco or Saint-Tropez at a restaurant right in front of the beach. But they certainly weren't something anybody would wear at school.

Still, she could maybe wear them at school. For a few days. Barely.

 

She tried them the next day, because it was either that or the black short skirt, and because they could be somewhat justified by the hot weather. She didn't get any comments either, but, this time, she got looks.

The walk to school had been manageable. Thanks to Sarah's training, she didn't feel hyper aware of her exposed legs as she walked down the street. In fact, it did feel good, liberating, to expose her skin to the morning sun. Upon entering the shool building, she contrasted sharply with the other students though. Other students looked like they belonged there, in classy polo shirts and tailored trousers She looked like a tourist, maybe an oblivious, naive fresh graduate looking for some information about enrollment. Like, let's say, a 18 years old slutty cousin of someone...?

 

But no, she was a student there, she was supposed to know what was appropriate, so she just ended up looking like an airhead, a vapid doll more interested in displaying her charms than studying business. The new blond strands of hair framing her face didn't help. In class, girls rolled their eyes at her and a few boys did a double-take. For an outside observer, the shorts looked like a statement piece, a bold display of her sexual availability, advertising how mature and free spirited she was. Well. What Lucy hoped would count as a confident, assertive style was definitely a bit trashy.

 

Outside school, Sarah made sure Lucy stayed busy. She sent her on errands, took her to the gym, and always seemed to have a reason for them to go somewhere together. It's was hard for Lucy to refuse and each time she had no choice but to wear her new clothes. Her wardrobe now consisted of crop tops from Sarah's friends, miniskirts, tiny shorts, and low-cut blouses. She kept one decent top for school, but everything else had been reshaped by Sarah.

After a while, it became Lucy's new normal. It felt normal to wear clothes that left her half naked, especially because Sarah and her group often dressed the same way. She was still dressed more conservatively than them, but given how scantily they dressed, that didn't amount to much. In any case, she slowly got used to displaying the bottom of her ass cheeks in shorts, to flashing her panties, to having guys ogle her flat exposed stomach and legs.

 

In school, wearing crop tops was the one hard line she refused to cross. She alternated between the short black skirt (with opaque pantyhose) and the shorts, flirting with the limits of what was acceptable every day, and it got easier and easier. After all, she was just showing some legs, wasn't she? A bit unconventional, a bit quirky, OK, but not against any actual rule, she reasoned, unaware she was being influenced by her new standard setting in.

Still, her reputation took another hit. Before, because her spiked water flask kept her dull and tired, she was viewed as a silent, weird, maybe even dumb student. An harmless waste of space. Now, boys stared and girls began to despise her. Opinion had shifted fast. As the days passed, people in her class started to write her off as a shameless, vacant tart. A joke. A brainless floozy.

 

And she still needed to find a way to pay the rent.