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 What She's Really Like

   By s19000

   Chapter 5

   (F/F, exhib, d/s)

   Jill Miller's new friend, Sheila Davis, called her on Friday afternoon.
"It's on for tonight.  Do you still want to do it?"

   "Yes." Jill felt a thrill.  Sheila had promised to take her to a place
where she could expose herself to men who were complete strangers, and it
was actually going to happen.

   "You have to show your breasts, or there's no point in going."

   "OK."

   "And if you want to cum, you have to do yourself while people watch
you."

   Jill felt another jolt of excitement.  "Good," she said.  She had told
Sheila she wanted people to see her do sexy things, and she masturbated
every day, thinking about how it would be.

   "I'll be outside at eleven," Sheila said.  "Wear something that makes
you look like a piece of ass."

   Jill had known what she wanted to wear ever since Sheila had told her
she looked much younger than her age.  She had gone out and bought clothes
that were right for a schoolaged girl.  She felt it would be especially
dirty if men were excited because they thought she was young, so she
experimented with hairstyles appropriate for a girl in her early teens. 
She kept her pussy shaved.

   When it was time to dress for the night, Jill took a blouse from her
closet that could have been part of a school uniform, except it was sheer
enough to see through.  Then she laid out the rest of her new outfit Ð a
short plaid skirt, white socks, tennis shoes, and white cotton panties
decorated with little red hearts.  She had deliberately picked out panties
a size too small for her, and when she put them on, she felt them strain
against her, as though they wanted to be inside her.  It was an exciting
sensation.

   After she finished dressing, Jill studied herself in her full-length
mirror.  As she hoped she would, she looked like a girl in a school
uniform, but with an important difference.  Her sheer blouse pulled tight
against her, exposing the shape of her small breasts and the round circles
of her nipples.

   She thought about how men were going to look at her breasts, but then
she corrected herself: Nice girls have breasts, but not me.  I have tits,
and tonight I'm going to show them to people I don't even know.

   The idea excited Jill, because by displaying her body, she would take a
step toward being what she knew she was.  And because she knew what she was
really like, she thought that soon it wouldn't be enough for her just to
show strangers her tits.  She would want strangers Ð anyone, really Ð to
feel her up and play with her body.  She would want them to make her so
excited she would do anything.  And eventually she knew she really would do
anything.  She would let herself become so aroused that she would forget
everything, even who she was, and let strangers use her however they wanted
to.  She would be a piece of ass that only existed for their pleasure.

   "That's what I want," Jill said to her reflection.  "I want to be a
piece of ass." It excited her to think of herself that way.  She knew a
nice, normal person wouldn't say such a thing about herself.  It was a
nasty thing to say, but Jill liked feeling nasty, so she played with her
nipples and said it again.  "Look at me.  I'm just a piece of ass." She
thought it would be exciting to say it to her friends.

   When Sheila arrived, Jill slid into the passenger seat of the car,
letting her skirt rise up to her thighs.  Sheila looked over at her and
said, "Jesus, you're hot dressed like that.  No bra, and those tits. 
Perfect.  Plus, you've got great legs."

   "Do you think men will like me like this?" asked Jill.  The worst thing
she could think of was that men wouldn't think she was hot.

   "With your innocent face, they won't believe their eyes.  You look like
you're fourteen, you're dressed like a schoolgirl, and every one of them,
whether he admits it or not, wants to fuck a girl who looks like you.  The
problem is, there are laws against it.  But you're going to a place where
no girl would go unless she wants it.  If you do something sexy, they'll
cum buckets."

   "Oh, god, that turns me on," said Jill.  "Are you going to do things,
too?"

   "Not me.  I'm just going to watch you.  That's why I'm dressed like
this." Sheila wore jeans and a conservative top.  She looked like she had
just come from shopping at the mall.

   "You're going to make me show myself off, aren't you?" said Jill. 
"Good. I want you to." The idea excited her, and the excitement settled
down inside her, forming a dark and nasty place.

   Sheila looked at Jill thoughtfully.  "Some girls are born to make people
cum," she said.  "I wonder if you're one of them.  You sure have the looks,
and you say the idea makes you hot."

   "It's what I want to be," Jill said.

   Sheila drove them to a park outside of town.  Cars were scattered around
a dimly lit parking lot, and Sheila parked a little way from them.  Men
moved about, looking into the cars and gathering around some of them.

   "What are they doing?" Jill asked.

   "Looking at women," said Sheila.

   "Prostitutes?"

   "No.  Women who get off showing themselves to men.  Some of them want
the men to jack off to them.  Some want to be felt up.  Some want to fuck."

   Jill felt her arousal increasing.  "Does this happen all the time?"

   "Pretty often.  Different places, different times."

   "God, it's exciting," said Jill.  "How do you know about it?"

   "I've done it," said Sheila.

   Jill stared at her.

   "I don't do everything, but the men like me anyway, because I'm young.
Lots of men like young," Sheila said.  "What do you think?"

   "It makes me so hot," Jill said.  She had to resist the desire to play
with herself.  "What do you mean, you don't do everything?"

   "For one thing, I don't fuck people I don't know.  Look over there."
Sheila pointed to a car with an open door.  A woman's legs extended out the
door, and a man was between them with his pants around his knees, humping.
Jill thought it would be incredibly nasty to be fucked that way by an
unknown man, and she thought she would like it.  The darkness inside her
grew a little stronger.

   "I never even roll down the windows," Sheila said.  "I just let them
look, but they like it, anyway." She pointed to another car.  "What do you
think about that?" A woman leaned out of the car window and buried her face
in a man's crotch.

   "Oh, fuck," said Jill, and the excitement inside her formed itself into
a dark bubble.  She could feel it, and it made her want things.  "I wish I
could see better."

   "What do you want to see?"

   "I want to seeÉ I want to see her suck." Just admitting it made the
bubble of darkness inside her stir.

   "Why?"

   "I just want to.  Why are you asking me that?"

   "Because I'm wondering if it was OK to bring you here."

   Jill looked at the men in the parking lot.  She knew they only had one
thing on their minds: Sex.  She had never before been in a place where you
were expected to do sexual things.  She realized that if she didn't do them
while she was here, people wouldn't be interested in her at all.  That idea
made the bubble of excitement inside her churn and grow.

   "I want to be here," Jill said.  "This is the kind of place where I
belong." She faced Sheila and said seriously, "There's something I think I
should say.  I don't think you know what I'm really like.  If you did, you
might not want to be around me any more.  Inside, where people can't see,
I'm nasty and perverted.  I don't know why.  It's just the way I am, and
it's the way I want to be.  Being here makes me feel it inside me more than
ever.  If it gets out, and you see what I'm really like, I wouldn't blame
you if you never wanted to see me again."

   Sheila shifted in the car to lean over Jill.  "So you've got a dirty
mind," she said.  "I like dirty." She licked Jill's neck.

   "Do you want to kiss me?" said Jill, staring at Sheila's lips.  "I want
you to make me kiss you." Sheila's tongue pushed its way into Jill's mouth,
and her hand pressed against Jill's crotch.

   Jill fucked herself against Sheila's hand, but Sheila pulled it away,
and Jill found herself humping air.  "Oh, fuck," she said.  "I've never
been with a woman.  You can do me, if you want."

   "No," said Sheila.  "I'm just going to watch and listen.  You'll have to
do yourself.  Tell me what you think about when you make yourself cum."

   "Oh, god," said Jill.  Each new thing that happened seemed to suck her
further down toward the growing sexual darkness inside her.  "You want to
know what I think about?  I think about people watching me.  People doing
me.  Men.  Women.  You.  I think about making you cum, while you make me do
things I never did before.  I think about how hot it would be if you never
let me cum, even as a reward."

   Jill was almost writhing on the car seat.  It was so exciting to talk
about secret things she hid in the privacy of her mind, and she didn't want
to stop.  Telling made the darkness inside her grow, and suddenly she
wanted it to get bigger and bigger, to break out and take her over.  She
wanted to tell everything.  "I imagine groups of men watching me while I do
things no normal girl would do, because I want them to fuck me, and they
don't have to worry whether I want them to or not, because I always want
it. I imagine what it would be like to be a whore.  I think about being a
whore and wanting all my friends to know it.  I think aboutÉ"

   Sheila put her hand over Jill's mouth.  "That's enough.  I guess this
really is the right place for you.  And you know what?  You can do one of
those things you just talked about.  You can make yourself cum for them."
Sheila pointed out the window.

   Men had gathered around the car, and they were peering in through the
windows.  They didn't look like sex maniacs to Jill.  They looked like men
she saw every day, and the idea of actually doing herself for them, instead
of just fantasizing about it, made her lightheaded with excitement.

   One man had moved to Sheila's side of the car, but Sheila shook her head
at him and pointed at Jill.  The man moved around to Jill's side, and with
a motion of his hand he indicated she should roll down her window.

   But Sheila said, "Don't do it.  Instead, show them your tits."

   "Yes.  Oh yes," said Jill.  She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse,
but then she stopped and looked at Sheila.  "I don't think I can do this by
myself."

   "So what was that big talk a minute ago?" said Sheila.  "This is your
chance to do stuff like that."

   "I can't."

   "Then I guess we should leave." Sheila reached to start the car.

   "Wait," said Jill.  'You don't understand.  I need you to tell me to do
it."

   Sheila sat back and grinned at Jill.  "You want me to tell you to show
your tits to these men?"

   "Yes."

   "And if I tell you to, you'll do it?"

   "Yes."

   Sheila's grin broadened into a smile.  "Open your blouse, and show them
what they want to see."

   Jill unbuttoned the second button on her blouse, and one of the men in
front of the car took his cock out of his pants and began jacking it.  Oh
fuck, Jill thought, I'm going to do it.  She looked straight at the man and
pulled her blouse open.  Exposing her tits felt like the dirtiest thing she
had ever done, and she didn't want to be able to cover them up again.  She
took her blouse off and tossed it into the back seat.

   "He thinks you're underage," said Sheila.  "Offer yourself to him.  Use
your hands."

   Jill put hers hands around her breasts, squeezed, and arched her back to
thrust them out.  "Look at my tits," she said to the man.  "I want you to
see them." Almost immediately, the man came, his cum splattering on the
hood of the car.

   Jill sat back, letting her hands fall away from her chest.  He came just
from looking at me, she thought.  Maybe I really was born to make other
people cum.  If it's true, I should just accept it.  With the thought, she
felt the bubble of nastiness inside her grow again, and she knew she was
getting closer and closer to being what she wanted to be.

   The men outside were leaning forward to see what she would do next, but
Jill was lost in her thoughts.  Finally, they began to walk away.  When
there were only two men left, Sheila said, "What are you waiting for?  If
you don't do something, they'll all leave.  Spread your legs for them."

   Jill was jerked back to the present.  The command thrilled her.  She had
been told to make herself available for sex, and it felt like the right
thing for her to do.  She lifted her feet up onto the dashboard and made
eye contact with one of the remaining men.  She let her legs fall apart and
said, "Does this make you want to fuck me?" The man nodded and began to
jack his cock.

   Jill pulled her skirt all the way to her waist, and the second man
outside the car shifted to get a better look.  Both of them stared
intently, as though they were trying to see the pussy hidden behind Jill's
white cotton panties with the little red hearts.

   Jill opened her legs farther, feeling their stares like a physical force
against her body.  It was as though their desire pressed against her cunt
and pushed her nearer and nearer to the pit of nastiness growing and
bubbling inside her.  She thought it wouldn't take much for her to slip
over the edge and take the welcome fall down into darkness and depravity.

   It was where she wanted to go, and she waited with tits exposed and legs
spread, a jack-off object for men she didn't know, to see what would take
her there.