Skanky Town
Chapter 9 — Slut Test
Susan clutched the form that said she’d completed the terms of her punishment. It was an accomplishment of sorts, she told herself, but it wasn’t the only thing she’d done. The problem was the rest of the stuff she’d done was hardly the type of stuff that could really be called an accomplishment.
She’d seduced the guard who was supposed to be watching her and the other members of her work detail. Okay, that had been fun, but she wasn’t supposed to be doing something like that, and besides, the man was just doing his job.
And of course, in so doing, she’d cheated on her boyfriend. She felt guilty about that, and what made it worse was she hadn’t even told him where she was going or why.
And of course, just to make matters worse, the whole reason why she was on the work detail in the first place was because she’d sucked some guy’s cock off, and of course, that was cheating on her boyfriend, too, so that made it twice in about a 24-hour period that she’d cheated on Jake.
And the worst part about it was that she’d liked it. In fact, she’d liked it a lot.
Tom, the guard, hadn’t told anyone about her indiscretions and she was happy about that. Of course, his telling on her would have meant that he would have had to tell on himself, so maybe, Susan thought, maybe that was to be expected.
She’d been ordered to report to the police station to start her punishment and it was from the police station that she was being released, and from there, it was just a short walk back to the hotel where she and Jake were staying.
So what the hell was she going to tell her boyfriend, Susan wondered.
She’d been so embarrassed about what she’d done that she hadn’t told him about it and that meant she hadn’t told him where she was going. He’d woken up briefly while she was getting ready earlier in the morning. Geez, that seemed like such a long time ago, but when he woke up, he had to have wondered where it was that she was and as the day had gone on, he had to be wondering just where the hell she was and why she’d gone which brought Susan back to her original question.
What the hell was she going to tell her boyfriend.
She took the elevator up to the second floor and she slid her card key into the room’s lock and she pushed the door open. “I’m back,” she called out.
But Jake wasn’t there. Not in the hotel room and not in the bathroom.
Okay, so that was annoying, Susan thought. Considering everything she’d done, she probably didn’t have the right to be annoyed, Susan thought, but that didn’t keep her from being annoyed nonetheless. It was irrational, she told herself, to expect that Jake would just be sitting around waiting for her, and yet, there was a part of her that expected to find him doing exactly that.
She looked around the hotel room just to see if there was a note or something that said where he was but there was nothing. She supposed it was only fitting. After all, she’d done the same to him.
So what the hell was she going to do?
Susan wondered if Jake had asked himself the same question earlier in the day and not for the first time, she found herself feeling guilty about the way she’d left him alone.
So what was she going to do?
There was a knock at the door and Susan turned. Jake was back, she thought to herself, and just in time. Now, she wasn’t going to have to go looking for him.
Of course, if she’d thought about it, Susan would have remembered that Jake had a key, too, but Susan didn’t remember that.
She opened the door and it wasn’t Jake. It was a maid standing there. “Is it okay to clean your room?” the maid asked.
“Yeah, sure,” Susan said absently and then she thought of something else. “Do you know where my boyfriend is?”
“The gentleman in the room here?” the maid asked.
“Yes. Do you know where he is?”
“I think he was here for most of the day,” the maid said.
Once more, Susan couldn’t help but feel guilty about what she’d done. “Do you know where he went to?” Susan asked.
“I’m sorry, I don’t. In fact, I would have thought he was still here.”
Susan shook her head. “He’s not here. I guess he must have stepped out or something.”
“I guess so,” the maid said and Susan couldn’t help but wonder why it was that the maid sounded sort of annoyed.
“I suppose I’m going to have to go down to the front desk and see if they know where he is.”
“I suppose so,” the maid said, “although I’m not sure what they’d have to say to a slut like you.”
Susan froze. “What’d you just call me?”
“I think you heard me,” the maid said.
“Why’d you call me a slut?”
“Do you really want me to go into details,” the maid said. “I mean, blowing Pete just to get work on your car done earlier. That’s pretty slutty if you ask me, don’t you think?”
“How’d you know about that?”
“It’s a small town,” the maid said. “Talk gets around.”
Susan moaned in frustration. “Listen ...”
“Angela,” the maid said.
“Listen, Angela, do you think Jake knows about my ... you know?”
“You mean does he know about your impromptu blow job session?”
Susan nodded.
“I’m not sure how he would know,” the maid said. “I mean, someone here would have to tell him, and if I’m to assume that you didn’t tell him, then it would have to be someone here in town. Does he know anyone here in town?”
Susan shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Then I suppose your secret’s safe with me, slut.”
“Would you stop calling me that?”
“Stop calling you what?”
“Would you stop calling me a slut.”
“But the name fits, don’t you think?”
“No, I’m not a slut.”
“So I suppose where you come from, it’s normal to go around blowing auto mechanics when you want work done on your car?”
“No, but—”
“So that must make you a slut.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Why? Aren’t you proud of what you are?”
“I’m not a slut.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“Shut up.”
“You could have fooled me, but how about we put it to a test ... slut.”
“What kind of test?”
“Ah, I see. I’ve got you worried now.”
“I’m not worried.”
“You should be. A slut like you, you should always be worried about being found out because once everyone knows what you are, they’ll never let you alone. They’ll keep coming back to you for more and more sex because they’ll know you’ll always put out.”
She wasn’t that way, Susan wanted to say, except why did her pussy seem to jump at that characterization of her. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t that way.
“Should we begin then?”
“Begin what?”
“Should we begin your slut test?”
Susan couldn’t help but feel her heart race just a little. “All right,” she said. “Do your worst.”
“Oh I will,” the maid said. “I will, but first of all, let’s see you take your clothes off.”
“See. I’m not even going to do that,” Susan said. “I already passed your test.”
“You think that’s part of the test,” Angela said. “That’s not part of the test. It just makes things easier, and besides, we both know you want to prove you’re not a slut. It just makes it easier if you take your clothes off.”
“How does that make it easier?”
The maid said nothing.
“I said how does that make it easier.”
“I heard what you said.”
“So what’s the answer?”
Again, the maid said nothing.
“I said how does that make it easier.”
Still, the maid said nothing.
“Why won’t you answer me?”
Still nothing.
“Damn it. Answer me.”
Still nothing.
“I want an answer.”
Still nothing.
“Okay, fine. I’ll take my clothes off just so we can get on with this.”
And still the maid said nothing.
Susan kicked off her shoes and she stripped off the top she’d been wearing and the shorts she’d put on as well. She reached behind her and she undid the catch on her bra and finally, she slipped off her almost nonexistent panties. “There,” she said. “Satisfied?”
“Satisfied? Of course. Only a slut would strip herself bare for no reason at all.”
“But you said my stripping wasn’t part of the test.”
“And because I said that, that was a reason to take all your clothes off. You really are a slut.”
“I am not. Stop saying that.”
“Why? You know you like it.”
“I do not.”
“Sure you do, slut.”
“I’m not a slut.”
“Sure you are and if I know you, you like it when I call you a slut.”
“I do not,” Susan said, and yet ...
“Should we put that to a test?”
“Put what to a test?”
“Should we see if you like being called a slut, slut?”
“How would we test that?”
“First thing we do is to get you to lie down on the bed, slut.”
Susan looked at the other woman for a moment and then for a moment longer before lying down on the bed. “How’s this?” she asked.
“That’s pretty slutty of you, slut.”
“What?”
“Here you are naked in a room with a person you’ve never met before and that person tells you to get on the bed and you don’t bat an eye. That’s pretty slutty of you ... slut.”
“But you told me to,” Susan protested.
“You think that makes it any better, slut. God, you really are a fucking slut. I bet if I had a dick and I whipped it out and I told you to suck it, I bet you’d suck it in nothing flat, wouldn’t you, slut?”
“I would not,” Susan said even as the thought of her sucking a cock went through her mind. She’d been doing a lot of that recently, and she’d never done that before.
“Suit yourself, but sluts know what they want, slut. You know that. Sluts just have no self-control. They know what they want and they just can’t help going for it.”
“I have self-control.”
“It’s okay, slut. It’s not me you have to convince.”
“I have self-control,” Susan said again.
“Sure you do, slut. Sure you do.”
“I have self-control.”
“Care to put that to a test?”
“How?” Susan asked suspiciously.
“No tricks this time,” said Angela. “It’s just a simple test. Tell me. Is your pussy wet?”
“No.”
“Now, slut, we both know that’s not really the real answer. A slut like you is always ready to get fucked, but if you want, I can get your pussy wet for you.”
“No,” Susan said sullenly.
“No? No what, slut?”
“No, you won’t have to.”
“And why’s that, slut?”
Susan didn’t say anything.
“Maybe I should just find out for myself.”
“No.”
“Tell me why I shouldn’t, slut.”
Susan paused before answering. “Because I’m already wet.”
“You’re already wet,” Angela said with feigned shock. “Why that’s pretty slutty of you, don’t you think, slut?”
“You said there wasn’t going to be any tricks,” Susan protested.
Angela smiled. “That’s right, I did, and I didn’t lie, at least not this time. No tricks.”
“So what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to play with your pussy.”
“You want me to play with my pussy. That’s all?”
“That’s all. I want you to play with your pussy. You can play with it for as long as you want. Just don’t let yourself cum. Got it?”
“No tricks, right?”
“That’s right. No tricks.”
Susan wasn’t sure if she trusted the other woman but one thing was sure. Her pussy was wet and it was in need of attention and ... and fuck, what would it hurt? She could stop anytime she wanted.
“That’s right,” the maid said as Susan slid her hand lower. “That’s it, slut. Play with your pussy. Just make sure you don’t let yourself cum.”
She could do that, Susan told herself. She could definitely do that, and mmm, oh geez. She really was wet. She was ...
“It feels good, doesn’t it, but then it always does feel good for a slut like you.”
She wasn’t a slut, Susan wanted to say, but okay, fuck it, that felt good when she rubbed her clit. That felt really good. Mmm yeah.
“Remember, slut. Remember to stop before you make yourself cum.”
She knew, Susan wanted to say. She knew when she needed to stop.
Susan couldn’t help it. It felt so good when she played with her pussy, but she knew when she needed to stop.
But it felt so good.
She needed to stop.
She needed to ... to ...
Oh geez. She needed to cum. She needed to ... oh geez ... it felt so good as her pussy came all over her fingers.
“Way to go, slut.”
Those words snapped Susan out of her reverie. Wait, no. She couldn’t have, she told herself. She couldn’t have, but she had.
“What? No snappy comeback ... slut?”
What could she say, Susan thought. The rules were simple and she’d known what they were. All she had to do was stop before she made herself cum and she couldn’t even do that.
“I think someone’s ready to finally admit what she is. Ain’t that right ... slut?”
In spite of herself, Susan nodded.
“What are you?” the maid demanded.
“I’m a slut,” Susan said, and somehow, it just sounded so right to her, like she was finally admitting the truth.
“Say it again, slut.”
“I’m a slut,” Susan said again, this time with a little more conviction.
“Say it again, slut.”
“I’m a slut,” Susan said again with even more conviction.
“That’s right, you are, and that’s why you like it when I call you a slut, right, slut?”
Susan couldn’t help but nod even though there was a part of her that was still trying to say that was wrong.
“What are you?”
“I’m a slut.”
“It feels good to say that, doesn’t it?”
It did feel good, Susan had to admit.
“You’re a slut,” the maid said. “You’re a slut, a slut, a slut, a slut.”
Susan couldn’t help but go all gooey as the maid repeated that over and over again. She was a slut, she told herself. She was a slut.
“You want to know how I know?” the maid said.
Susan nodded.
“I know because it takes one to know one.”
“Yeah? Hey, what are you doing?”
“I don’t have to explain that to you, do I, slut,” said Angela even as she continued to remove her maid’s uniform.
Susan could feel her interest risting. “I don’t suppose you do,” Susan said.
Angela just laughed at the other girl’s reaction. “That’s right. A slut like you has to be ready for action wherever she can get it. Ain’t that right ... slut?”
Susan was already fingering her pussy as she watched the maid free her tits from her bra. “I take it you’re a slut, too,” she said with a grin.
“I’m a total slut.”
“Me, too,” Susan said.
“Oh I don’t know about that. I guess we’ll just have to look and see.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you need to lie back on your back, slut.”
“Why?”
“Oh now, there you go again.”
“What?”
“A slut doesn’t ask why. A slut doesn’t care what other people think. A slut just goes full speed ahead as long as whatever it is she’s doing makes her feel good, so maybe you’re not a slut after all.”
“I am too s slut,” and then in the next moment, Susan found herself wondering why she was arguing for that ... and yet ... and yet it felt right.
“If you’re a slut, then you’re going to lie back.”
This time, Susan didn’t argue. She let herself lay back and when Angela pushed her knees apart, she let that happen, too.
Susan couldn’t help but moan as she felt the other woman slide between her legs. “Tell me again,” Angela said. “Tell me what you are.”
Susan couldn’t help but moan. “Oh geez,” she moaned. “I’m a slut. I’m a slut. I’m a ... oh my God ... I’m a mother fucking slut.”
Whatever Angela might have thought wasn’t readily obvious and for good reason. After all, when you’ve got your tongue on another girl’s clit, it’s kind of hard to keep up with a running conversation.
“Oh my God,” Susan moaned. “Oh my God.”
She couldn’t help it. She knew what was going to happen. She was going to cum.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “Oh my God.”
Susan couldn’t hold back as the inevitable happened and in that instant, she was cumming hard.
The maid pulled back. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?”
“I told you.”
“Yes you did, but there’s something else.”
“Yeah, and what’s that?”
Angela sat back and then she spread her legs. “I don’t think I really need to tell you everything, do I?”
Susan grinned as she slid in between the maid’s thighs. “Now that you mention it,” she said, “I don’t think you do have to tell me everything,” and with that, she let her mouth slide down and she let her tongue lick the other woman’s slit.
But Angela wasn’t about to make it easy on Susan. She wrapped her hand in the other woman’s hair and she pulled Susan’s face from between her legs. “Tell me again,” she said. “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m a slut,” Susan said and even as she said it, she felt a rush of pleasure between her legs.
“Tell me again,” Angela said again. “Tell me what you are.”
“I’m a slut,” Susan moaned even as she felt another rush between her legs.
“Are you sure. Are you sure that’s what you are?”
“I’m a slut,” Susan moaned yet again.
“Then I guess you’re slutty enough to lick my pussy,” and with that, Angela let go of Susan’s hair.
Susan didn’t have to be told what was expected of her. Without even thinking, her mouth slid between the other woman’s thighs and she was licking away at the other woman’s pussy.
“Mmm yeah,” Angela moaned. “Mmm yeah. That’s it. Eat my pussy, you little slut. Eat me. Eat me just like that.”
Susan’s tongue did just as it was told to do.
“Oh geez, yeah. That’s it. Oh geez.”
The maid was going to cum. Susan knew that and that just made her lick her pussy even harder. She was going to show this woman. She was going to show her that she gave as good as she got.
“Oh geez,” the maid moaned. “Oh geez. That’s it. Just a little bit more. Just a ... fuck ... just a little bit more.”
Susan knew what the other woman needed.
“Oh fuck,” Angela groaned. “Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Oh fuck, that’s it. Oh fuck.”
Susan smiled to herself as she felt the other woman’s cunt give in to the inevitable. She knew what Angela needed, she told herself, and it was her that had made her cum.
The maid was looking up at her. “You really are a slut, aren’t you?”
Susan pulled back. “I told you I was.”
“Yes, you did,” she said, “and as it so happens, we’re not done with you yet.”