Revenge on Mira?

Mira really played a trick on Silke. I'm thinking about having Mira show up more often at this point.

What do you think?

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Silke stared into the mirror above the sink, and she didn’t always like what she saw. Not because she was ugly. But because her body always won out. Twenty-five. Brown hair. Soft hips, a belly that bulged over the waistband of her jeans when she sat down. Breasts that felt heavy in every bra and refused to stay still. A butt that immediately drew attention in tight pants. Chubby, she’d say herself. Not fat. But soft. Supple. A body that looked like it would go along with anything.

And that was exactly the problem.

Silke never thought things through. Never. A thoughtless remark, a “yeah, sure, I’ll do it,” a laugh because she didn’t want to be the one who was complicated—and suddenly she was standing naked somewhere she shouldn’t be standing naked. Her mind was slow. Her body was fast. And at some point between the two, the same thing always happened: she came. Loudly. Wetly. Humiliatingly. While she cringed inwardly with shame.

Mira was different. Mira was twenty-five, too. Slimmer. With a sharper gaze. Same college, different major.

Mira needed a B in that seminar. The instructor in charge was a fat man in his early thirties, with sweat stains under his armpits as early as ten in the morning and breath that smelled of coffee and something stale. The kind of guy no one would voluntarily go to for office hours. But he had a reputation: sexual favors in exchange for grades. Mira knew that. She just didn’t want to give up her own body.

Mira sold Silke out. It was a coincidence. She caught Silke naked on campus, right after a job for Peter. Peter was Silke’s blackmailer and enabler when it came to sexual boundaries. That’s another part of the story.

In any case, Mira took advantage of the situation. She offered Silke’s body. The tutor knew nothing about the mix-up—and even if he did, he didn’t care. What really surprised him was that Mira didn’t negotiate. She simply agreed to two hours of sex. She gave him access to every orifice.

That was what annoyed Silke the most. Mira sold Silke’s body under the worst possible conditions because she knew Silke would have to pay the price. For a cheap “B” in a minor.

Two hours. Naked on the narrow bed in Mira’s apartment. His fat belly on top of her, sweat on her skin, his cock—thick and uncircumcised—shoving into her mouth and pussy because Mira had given him written permission. Mouth. Pussy. Silke gagged, moaned, but came anyway—several times, loudly, with tears in her eyes, while he told her to her face how cheaply she’d sold herself. To save her own skin, Silke offered to come to his office again the next day for 60 minutes. She gave him another 30 extra minutes filled with humiliation and four strangers’ cocks in a private glory hole. Cocks through the holes, cum down her throat, on her tits, between her thighs. Silke’s body went along with it. As always.

Ever since then, Silke has wanted to get revenge somehow.

And here she gets the opportunity