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THE STARLET SLAVE 2
joypaine
2. The Fraternity Party
It all started (she began) that night in the fraternity house. I was going with
Jeff then, and things were pretty close between us. All right, so I was living
with him. What the Hell, all the girls in college were doing it. I'd lost it in
high school, anyway.
Jeff was pretty demanding. He said that he wasn't going to let me ride on his
coattails around the college social circles unless I put out for him regularly.
So living with him seemed the easiest way.
It wasn't much fun with Jeff, though. He didn't give a damn about a girl's needs
-- all he wanted was to get his gun and then roll over and go to sleep. But on
the other hand, he wasn't kinky, either. Oh, he used to grab my tits once in a
while, and pretend to squeeze them, but never to the point where it hurt very
much. And you can be sure that I didn't give him any encouragement in that
direction.
All in all, I considered myself pretty lucky. After all, some of the girls were
little more than slaves to their boy friends. And some of the boys used to make
their girls do things like sit with their hands folded in their laps while the
boy friend pinched their tits -- hard -- in public. Just as a sign of obedience.
Well, there was this fraternity party to honor Larry, one of their big shot
alumni. Spell that "big shit" in view of later developments.
Anyway, Larry was a talent scout for some Hollywood movie company, and you can
just bet that all the girls were drooling over him. He was a real smooth article
-- he would have gotten the girls' attention even without the Hollywood
connection. As it was . . . You know how college girls feel about the chance of
getting into the movies. No matter what the price, or how slim the chance.
Well, they were telling the story around of how Larry had "discovered" a girl
waiting on table in some hick town, and talked her into leaving with him for
Hollywood that very night. And she had become a big star within six months. Of
course, she'd had to sleep with Larry, and with who knows who else, but what the
Hell. That's the way things are done. Everybody knows that. And it wouldn't be
all that bad sleeping with Larry. As to the who knows who else, who knows?
Well, Jeff started kidding me about maybe that would happen to me, and asked me
to promise that if I had any luck like that, I'd give him one last lay before I
went, for old times' sake. Well, what the Hell, I can go along with a gag. It
wasn't going to happen to me, for sure. And after all, I was putting out for him
every night, anyway, so why the Hell not?
So believe it or not, Larry did take a shine to me, and finally asked if I
wouldn't want to go back to Hollywood with him. Boy, would I ever! I told him
there wasn't anything on earth I wouldn't do for a chance like that, and he said
OK let's go. By then, I began to think he was maybe serious.
So he said I realized, of course, that I'd have to be his mistress for a while
(such a cute romantic word for it) and then sleep around in the proper Hollywood
circles. And I said sure, I was grown up and knew the score. So he asked if I
was ready to go tonight, and I said yeah, not sure whether he was kidding or
not.
And then came the howler. He said that he had made sure that the fraternity
"cunt room" wasn't in use at the moment, and why didn't we go up and seal the
bargain with a kiss, so to speak?
Well, I still didn't know but maybe it was all a trick to get into my pants, but
Larry was a pretty smooth article, and I was a bit drunk, and what the Hell?
There was even a chance, I told myself, that Larry would be a better lover than
Jeff.
What a dreamer! If anything, he was even more perfunctory. He made me suck him
up a little before he started, and then it was just WHAM! BAM! Thank you, ma'am.
After he finished, he said why didn't I use the en suite bathroom of the "cunt
room", and he'd take his clothes down the hall to the bathroom there.
So I was just lying there trying to get over the frustration of being left up in
the air, and wondering whether maybe I should try to cool myself down with a
finger fuck, when Jeff walked into the room!
I assumed that he had seen me and Larry head for the "cunt room", and had just
waited for us to finish. After all, he would have known we were through when
Larry walked out with his clothes over his arm. Well, Jeff reminded me of my
promise to give him one last fuck, and handed me a douche bag, all loaded and
ready to go. Talk about taking a girl for granted!
I should have thrown it in his face, but what the Hell. After all, I had
promised, whether I had meant it or not. And I was feeling pretty horny after
Larry-the-rabbit's performance and -- well, what the Hell.
I found out -- afterwards -- that the "cunt room" was fitted out with all sorts
of television cameras, and that the whole gang -- boys and girls -- had been
sitting at the TV in the rec room watching me entertain Larry and Jeff. And
making video tapes of the performance.
Like I say, I learned this afterwards. At the time, it seemed like a rare
coincidence that the four guys walked into the room just after Jeff had shot his
load. Not too soon to spoil Jeff's fun, but while his body was still pinning me
to the bed.
And they knew just what they were going to do. Probably they had rehearsed it
all before, with other girls.
The four guys just grabbed my arms and legs and held me there, while Jeff
grinned and wrapped his big hands around my tits and squeezed, hard enough to
hurt. And then he made me an offer I would have been delighted to refuse.
Since it was my last night in town, he said, didn't I think it would be a nice
gesture if I were to put out for these fine loyal fraternity brothers of his,
who had waited so patiently for this moment.
Well, I wasn't really feeling that generous. The effects of the alcohol had
pretty much worn off by that time, whether it was from the exercise, or the
passing of time, or the pain, or just the grossness of Jeff's suggestion. No
more what the Hell. I told Jeff in no uncertain terms what he could do with his
proposition. And then I spat in his face.
