Alistair did indeed stare. He exhaled audibly, and Laura could see the crotch of his pants beginning to tent. After a few moments, he got up, walked over, and sat at a closer chair, within reach of Laura. He leant in, and grabbed Laura’s left boob. Laura let him. His hand felt strange on her tit – so clearly masculine. It was warm, warmer than the room. Gently at first, he began to squeeze. The warmth and the pressure felt good, and Laura sighed. Then he squeezed harder, crushing her melon in his hand. It hurt, and Laura squealed involuntarily.
What about panties? Alistair asked, breathing heavily now. His hand was still on her tits, palpating it slowly.
Laura said nothing, only pulled up her skirt and spread her legs. Her pussy was bare and nude and just a little bit moist. Alistair gazed at it, clearly in a personal heaven.
Seriously, why are you doing this? he asked.
Because I’m a dumb slut that likes attention, said Laura. She wished she could close her legs, or hide her tits.
Alistair thought for a while. “All right,” he said. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do with you at counselling yet, but at a bare minimum there’s this.” He pinched Laura’s nippled for emphasis. “Every morning I’m going to see your tits and your cunt, and I want to find your cunt wet and aroused when I look at it. You’re going to sit in my office with your boobs and twat exposed, and tell me about your sexual encounters and your fantasies, and I’ll play with your tits and pussy if I’m in the mood. We’ll work out the rest as we go.”
Laura nodded numbly.
Now dress yourself, Alistair said. “Someone could come in here any minute and you look like a used whore.”
Stinging, Laura pulled down her skirt and buttoned up her shirt. Alistair left the room first and then, shortly after, Laura followed
Her next stop was her workgroup. As she approached her desk, she saw Candy and Geoffrey looking at her in contempt, sizing up her slutty outfit. That would have been bad enough by itself, but Laura had to do more.
Hi, guys, she said, standing by her desk. “Um, I don’t know if you heard, but I made some silly accusations on the weekend about Alistair trying to molest me. I just wanted to let you know that they’re complete lies. I only said them because I’m a dumb slut who likes attention.”
Geoffrey responded immediately. “Jesus, Laura, that’s a disgusting thing to do. What kind of horrible person are you?”
Laura felt close to tears again. “I’m a dumb slut that likes attention,” she said.
Geoffrey looked at her disgustedly, but said no more. Laura sat at her desk and tried to concentrate on her work.
Word about Laura got around quickly. She heard people discussing it whispers, sharing the news behind closed doors. Laura had lied about being raped. AND she was dressed like a slut today. An unusually large number of men – and some women – found excuses to walk past Laura’s workspace and peer down her top into her bra-less cleavage. Laura tried to pretend it wasn’t happening.
At lunch she couldn’t help but bump into Taylor and Michael. She found them in the courtyard.
About Saturday… Michael began when saw her.
Yes? said Laura. She knew what Michael had done was her fault but she felt awful today and not in a forgiving mood.
I’m sorry… Michael continued.
Jesus, Michael, you ejaculated in my girlfriend’s mouth, Laura snapped. “Sorry doesn’t cut it.”
Michael stiffened in anger. “She was being a whore, Laura. I know you don’t want to hear that about your girlfriend, but she came on to me. She practically raped me to get my dick in her mouth.” He leaned in. “And speaking of rape, I heard you were exercising your imagination on the weekend.”
Laura said nothing and looked away.
I’ve heard you talk about girls who lie about rape, Laura, said Michael. “And now you do it? What the hell kind of person are you?”
Taylor chimed in. “What about all those girls who really are raped, Laura? You’ve betrayed them all.”
I didn’t mean to… began Laura, and then remembered what she was supposed to say. “I’m just a dumb slut that likes attention.”
Well, you’ve got that right, said Michael. “The way you dress. The way you dye your hair that pink colour.”
Laura was on the verge of tears. Hearing her friend Michael say these things about her was horrible. Knowing that he was right was worse.
Michael’s voice softened then, though. “Anyway, I’m willing to forgive you for lying, if you’re willing to forgive me. Call it even, right?”
Laura looked up. It was better than she deserved. “Even,” she said gratefully. Michael smiled, and stepped forward and hugged her. It felt good to be hugged, and Laura embraced him back happily.
After the hug, Laura looked at Taylor. “And you?”
Taylor shrugged. “Michael didn’t fuck MY girlfriend. Seriously, though, he’s right, Erica was being a whore. I don’t know how I feel about her. But I’m okay with you. Even.”
Laura smiled happily, and hugged Taylor too.
You did it because of me and Erica, right? said Michael afterwards. “You made stuff up because Erica cheated on you?”
It sounded plausible. Laura hadn’t considered that. But she couldn’t say it was so. “I did it because I’m a dumb slut who likes attention,” she said. “That’s really all there is to it.”
Michael shrugged. “Whatever.”
(To be continued…)
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