I wasn't really thinking clearly, but that asshole of an EX-boyfriend really pissed me off this time.
We had a fight, the biggest one yet. I don't even remember what it was about. I do remember him calling me a "fucking slut", and that's when I finally threw his ass out. He left, and if I have anything to say about it, for good this time.
Why do guys always come up with the "slut" name, anyway? The fight was not about my being unfaithful or sleeping around. I guess guys just think it is the ultimate insult.
Well, next thing I knew, I was finding out just how much of a slut I could be.
I had a couple of drinks, and then I put on a short, flimsy skirt and a tube top. I went to a place the asshole had mentioned a couple of times. It was an adult bookstore. He said it had booths and a small theater, and there were always horny guys hanging around. I figured it would be a good place to start experimenting with my sluttiness.
When I entered the door, I immediately could see that there were, indeed, a lot of horny guys hanging around. Old ones, young ones, fat ones, skinny ones, good looking ones, not very good looking ones. There were some that looked to be prosperous, and some that looked like they had been down on their luck for a long time.
It was imposing at first, so I wondered around the front of the store for a while. They had tons of dirty movies, on all subjects, apparently. They had lots of sex toys, mostly dildos and fake cocks, I noticed. Books and other novelty items helped to fill up the floor space. It was actually a big turn-on, and I was beginning to feel more at ease.
Feeling more at ease was a surprise to me, as I noticed that every eye in the place was on me. After awhile, I began to enjoy the attention, so I made a show of bending over to look at an item, or reaching up high to bring one down so I could inspect it. Naturally, my short skirt gave lots of views of my pantiless crotch and ass, and I was learning to love it.
Finally, I decided that I was more at ease, and decided to check out the arcade, as they called it. Many guys had entered and left the door that had that sign over it, so I figured it would be a good place to warm up.
I approached the clerk and asked about getting in to the arcade. He said I needed dollar bills to activate the machines. I had a ten with me, so he changed it in to ones and winked at me and said "Have fun!". That made me a little nervous, but I screwed up my courage and went in.