Your Inner Slut

Thanks to anyone who has been waiting for this. I know I like to take my time and I get distracted easily. I hope it's worth the wait. Special thanks to Kitchy for providing the motivation to carry on this series.

Please read the other sections for context but here is a quick summary.

Carly has just left the gym after her housemate Jack once again blackmailed her into having sex. This time in a shower cubicle of the male changing rooms.

She can't tell her best friend Gemma, because not only is she Jack's girlfriend. She is also the sister of Carly's boyfriend Aaron.

But this is the last time Carly will be taken advantage of by Jack. The vile smug little prick. She intends to come up with a plan to destroy her blackmailer. Before she falls too far under his power and embraces her inner slut.

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I knew to had to destroy Jack. Like, fuck his life up somehow. Gemma didn't deserve to be with a lying cheat like him. I know I was being a hypocrite. I had fucked both my male housemates but that was different. Connor was a one-time drunken mistake and Jack! Well, Jack fucking blackmailed me!

It wasn't my fault, any of it. Why should I suffer the humiliation and consequences for something that wasn't my fault?

But destroying Jack would be hard. I needed to split Gemma and Jack up. Without ruining my relationship with Gemma or my boyfriend Aaron.

Sweet, lovely Aaron. I felt awful for what I had done behind his back. No matter how good it felt at the time; both Jack and Connor had fucked me better than he ever had. I loved him and knew Gemma would tell her brother everything if she found out. It was all a terrible mess.

A week after the gym incident it was like it never happened. After he fucked and discarded me like a used-up condom. Jack appeared to have no use for me.

Like before he ignored me, avoided my company and barely spoke to me at all. We still had some classes together and he was courteous when we were in a group. It looked like he was as he had said, finished with me.

It infuriated the hell out of me. Not because I wanted him, the insufferable pig. Even if he was an amazing fuck. It was the way he humiliated me and faced no payback. That was so frustrating.

To make things worse I was still so horny all the time. The pent-up sexual frustration that caused me to cheat on Aaron in the first place had only grown. It had been months since my boyfriend had fucked me.

Gemma and Jack didn't help matters. I could hear her moaning and screaming every night. Sometimes even during the day too. I wondered if Jack was performing to get my attention. They were doing it more frequently and louder than usual. There were several times I was ashamed to admit feeling jealous.

Most nights I lay in bed fingering my warm wet pussy as I heard my best friend scream in ecstasy. I imagined it was me in that room with Jack. His tongue licking at my juicy pussy like before.

Or feeling his thick hard cock fucking me from behind. Taking me in whatever way he needed to. I tried so hard to imagine Aaron instead of him. Hell, even Connor would be better. On top of the blackmail, I couldn't stand Jack as a person. He was such a twat!

However most nights it was only thinking of him that got me off. If anything that only fuelled my dislike for him, and my need for revenge.

That had to be put on hold though until after Gemma's birthday. I didn't want her to go through a break-up around her birthday, so had to bide my time.

She wanted a house party and invited everyone she knew. I had avoided drinking with her and Jack since this all started, worried about what he would do or say under the influence. Aaron was supposed to be coming down, further increasing my anxiety.

I tried to persuade him to come at a different weekend. Perhaps after I had worked out a plan to deal with Jack, but he was insistent. It had been ages since we had seen each other and Gemma was his little sister after all.

Aaron arrived on the day before the party and my nerves were in pieces. Especially when he greeted Jack and Conner. Neither acted weird or anything but I still felt tightly wound. The party wasn't until tomorrow but I didn't dare sleep with Aaron that first night. I told myself it was in case Jack heard. It might give him ideas to pursue the blackmail again.

It was torture lying next to Aaron pretending to have a headache. I felt his warm body spooning me all night. His cock nestled in my bum crack turning me on.

The next day I distracted myself by spending the day with Gemma. We went shopping while the guys sorted out the house for the party.

"So what's up with you and Aaron?" Gemma asked at lunch.

"What'd you mean," I answered through a mouth full of salad.

"Usually you guys are all over each other. At it like rabbits," she said pulling a disgusted face.

"But last night I didn't hear a peep," Gemma said looking at me with mild interest.

"We're fine, I just had a headache," I said trying to appear casual.

"Bollocks, you've never been able to turn down sex. Even when your ill you're still gagging for it," Gemma laughed.

I tried to laugh with her.

"That's not true bitch," I said jokingly.

"Well then what is it? You know you can tell me anything. You're my best friend," Gem said holding my hand in comfort.

The feelings of guilt and shame washed over me again. As always Gem was looking after me and being the most amazing friend. I had betrayed that trust by letting Jack blackmail me. Worse still I hadn't told her about it.

Somehow I managed to convince Gem there was nothing wrong. I palmed it off by saying everyone seemed a bit overworked at the moment.

"Now you mention it, Jack has been odd recently too," she said.

"Really?," I asked trying even harder to sound normal.

"Oh come off it Carly. I know you've heard us. He's been a horny little devil the last few weeks. Can't get enough. Especially going down on me, he's never been that open to it before," Gem said giggling like a schoolgirl.

Later after shopping, we returned home. Surprisingly the guys had done a good job of cleaning the house. They'd even put up some party decorations and filled the kitchen with drinks.

"How many people are coming tonight?" I asked seeing the vast number of spirits and beer on the countertop.

"Well we don't want to be left short do we? People need to have something tasty to suck on," Jack said winking at me.

"You know sometimes you're a real weirdo honey, but I love you," Gemma said kissing her cheating boyfriend.

Yeah, maybe there were advantages of Jack not talking to me anymore.

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I don't know how many people we managed to cram in the small three-bed house. People just kept arriving throughout the night. They spilt into every room and even out in the garden. We had warned the neighbours and as this was our first real party they were ok with it.

Gemma wanted a costume party like the ones we used to have as kids. I decided on a whim to kill two birds with one stone. I dressed up as Lara Croft complete with dying my blonde hair brown. I knew she was a kink of Aaron's and I hoped it would make it easier to fuck him later. I needed him to be dominant and fuck the thoughts of Jack out of my system.

Dying my hair brown made me look a lot like Gemma was something I should have considered in hindsight. We already had similar facial features and body types. Gemma could be confused for my sibling rather than Aaron's. I'm sure Freud would have a lot to say about Aaron's kink.

Another reason for dressing as Lara was the ease. Gemma had dressed up as her two Halloweens ago. I remembered the awkward look on Aaron's face as his sister greeted him dressed as his hottest fantasy. Looking at myself in the mirror I knew Aaron would get hard with just one look. You can imagine my frustration when I walked downstairs and just got a smile.

"You look great hun," was all I got for my efforts.

Perhaps if I wore sweaty gym stuff like that blonde slut Andy. Aaron's new best friend and thirst trap, I would get a better response. I fumed but tried to hide my disappointment. I got a better response from Connor and Jack. They both had wide eyes and slack jaw looks that made a girl feel hot. But obviously, I hadn't dressed like this for them.

I intended to remain sober but had little chance of that in a house full of students. There was Beer Pong, Ring of Fire, Never Have I Ever, Fuzzy Duck and any other drinking game you could imagine. International drinking rules were in effect. The forfeits alone were enough to get you plastered.

I needed a refill and headed to the garage to my own personal stash. Slipping through the door in the utility I got the bottles out of the fridge and started mixing a cocktail.

I regretted not making a huge batch earlier but I hadn't intended on drinking at all. My favourite cocktail was made with peach schnapps, vodka, cranberry juice and lime. It had an unfortunate name though, Wet Pussy.

It wasn't something I found easy to order in a club as you can imagine. My friends teased me about it but it was the tastiest drink in my opinion.

I saw the door open as Jack slipped in dressed unoriginally as Jack Sparrow. Rage flared inside me like it did every time I saw him.

This was the first time we had been drunk and alone together since this whole thing between us started.

"Alright sexy, having a good night," he said in a genuinely friendly tone.

I ignored him as he wandered over to the old drinks fridge and grabbed a cold can of Carling.

"Getting a wet pussy are we?" he asked with a smirk as he leant against the fridge and watched me.

I stood at the countertop and poured the measures for my drink. I could feel his eyes roaming over me. Drinking in my appearance. The way my shapely bum looked in my tight shorts. How my tits looked bigger in the special push-up bra. The way my hair colour matched his girlfriend's perfectly.

"Fuck off Jack," I said trying to keep my drunk hands steady.

I wasn't plastered but had to concentrate to avoid spillage.

Jack sidled up next to me and in my haste to move away, I spilt some Schnapps on my hand.

"Oh dear. All hands on deck! Spillage is lickage!" Jack said with a smirk.

I lost it. Like I had in the gym my anger and dislike for Jack overtook my rational thought. I blame the drink as well of course. I raised my wet hand and went to slap him. Like before Jack caught my wrist. I could see in his smoky mascara-ringed eyes he wasn't nearly as drunk as me.

"Tut, tut. Someone didn't learn from last time, did they?" Jack said as he stuck my finger into his mouth. Sucking the schnapps of it.

I felt my whole body vibrating. I should have fish-hooked him or kicked him in the balls. This lying, cheating, scum of a human being. But I didn't I just stood and watched in awe as he sucked my finger clean.

"Are you going to be a good girl? Or do you need another lesson?" Jack asked as he let go of my hand.

He moved so close to me I could feel his body heat. I felt my arousal build, just at his proximity to me. I felt a tingle between my legs as I stared at his hungry lust lust-filled eyes.

He reached out a hand as though he was going to grab me. No doubt to pull me in for a passionate hungry kiss. Then maybe bend me over and fuck me from behind like in the library. The thought had me wet and caused my heartbeat to flutter. Instead, he picked up my thick mahogany braid off my shoulder and gently stroked it.

"God you look gorgeous as a brunette," Jack said biting his bottom lip.

"Maybe if you're good you'll get a treat later, savvy?" He whispered in a shut jack-sparrow impersonation. Stroking my cheek gently.

I gulped and then heard laughter from outside, jolting me out of my passivity.

"I thought you said you were done with me," I said through gritted teeth. As I pulled my plait from his grasp.

Why had I said that? I should have hit him or screamed out. Anything but saying something like that.

"Oh! Is that why you're so hostile Carly? Feeling a little rejected. Don't worry love. Like I said, be a good girl and you'll get a treat later," he said leaning forward to kiss me.

On instinct my eyes closed as I leaned forward, my body yearning for his lips. When I didn't feel them I opened my eyes and saw Jack with a satisfied smile. He'd pulled back and watched as I tried to kiss him. I heard him sniff the air.

"You're wearing Gemma's perfume. The one I brought her for Christmas. Mmm, I do love that smell," Jack said with a wolfish expression.

Angry flared in me again and he could see it in my eyes. Why had I borrowed her perfume earlier? It was like I was trying to get this creep to fancy me. That was far from what I wanted. I hated this piece of shit.

Before I could say anything he lurched forward and kissed me passionately. I didn't want to kiss him back but my body wasn't cooperating. I felt his hands wrap around my hips and pull me into his arms.

His body was so firm and warm as my arms wrapped around his neck. This felt different to the other times. He wasn't forcing me against a bookshelf or cold shower cubicle wall. I could pull away at any time, but I didn't. To my shame, it was Jack who pulled back and let go of me.

"I better get back to the birthday girl," he said. Tapping me playfully on the bum before leaving the garage with his drink.

I stood frozen. Shock, guilt and shame fought for control of my body as I wiped my lips. Clearing the remnants of Jack's saliva off them.

I left my drink on the side realising I had drunk enough and rejoined the party. I put on a brave face for Gemma and tried to enjoy the rest of the night.

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Later in the evening Aaron challenged Jack to a game of Beer Pong and beat him easily. Seeing my boyfriend wipe the smug look off Jack's face wasn't as satisfying as I thought it would be.

In my drunken state, I thought that every time I looked at Jack people could tell we had fucked. Like it was written all over my face. My eyes couldn't keep off him and I never once caught him glancing my way.

I wasn't like this with Connor. The tall Scottish hunk was infinitely more attractive than Jack. Before we fucked I had felt insanely attracted to him to the point of obsession. Now though I didn't feel anything when I looked at him, aside from gratitude. He never once mentioned that night or asked me about what had happened with Jack.

Having lost, Jack taunted Aaron by saying Gemma could beat him. I wasn't happy when he decided to spice it up with shots of vodka rather than beer. And I didn't like the large measures Jack poured either. But sibling rival took hold and after three games both Gemma and Aaron were hammered.

I carried my boyfriend up to my bed as the night naturally drew to a close. He collapsed on the mattress and started snoring like a fog horn. I swear it was loud enough to wake the dead.

I tucked him in bed and went downstairs to help the others tidy up. The last party guests were leaving and Connor had already taken a girl up to his room. She was in for a good fuck I thought jealously. Before the inevitable guilt and shame crept over me. All I had to look forward to was a night of broken sleep.

Jack was unnervingly gracious and asked me to take Gemma up to bed. He said he would tidy and lock up once he was sure everyone had left. He was a slob who despised housework and I couldn't believe he was offering to do it all himself.

Gemma supported herself on my shoulder as we climbed the stairs. We made the obligatory visit to the bathroom to discharge all the vodka still in her system. I held her hair back like the good friend I was. Aside from the fact I had fucked her boyfriend multiple times.

"God he's so fucking LOUD!" groaned Gemma, heedless of how loud her voice was.

She was talking about her brother who we could hear snoring even from the bathroom.

"I know. I'll grab a blanket and sleep downstairs once I get you in bed," I said to my best friend as I helped her to her room.

"Nnoo...no. You can sleep with me," Gem said clasping my face in her hands and staring drunkenly into my eyes.

Gemma couldn't focus as the room started spinning. I tucked her up in her big king-sized double bed. The last time I had been in their room I had laid on their bed as her boyfriend licked my pussy.

"No, you're ok," I said contemplating sharing a room with her and Jack.

I wouldn't put it past him to try and fuck Gemma with me in the room. She wouldn't take no for an answer and pulled me into their bed. She scootched over to lay on her side closest to the wall.

Their bed felt amazing with a soft springy king-sized mattress and the same silk sheets as mine. I had to strip down to my underwear or I'd melt under the thick duck-down duvet. I felt warm and toasty as I drifted off to sleep.

Denying Jack the opportunity to sleep in his bed was a small victory. All the sofas were lumpy and no doubt covered in spilt drunks and crumbs. Tomorrow I would start planning my payback for all the shit he'd put me through.

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I woke feeling Aaron moving behind me. I kept my eyes closed enjoying the feel of his arm as it wrapped under my body. His hand groped my right boob as I lay on my side. His hard, naked cock rubbed between my bum cheeks, I wiggled to encourage him. It had been so long since we had been intimate like this.

I still felt the buzz of alcohol in my system having not yet turned into a hangover. I must have hardly been asleep. Having not expected attention tonight my heart fluttered at the opportunity. His free hand stroked down my bare thigh, sliding around to reach between my legs.

Somehow he had pulled my lace under down my hips without waking me. I felt my legs lightly constrained as they tangled around my knees.

Aaron stroked my body as his hard cock nestled between my cheeks. I felt him adjust his position, sliding his thick cock between my folds. He firmly pulled on my knee, pulling my legs towards my chest, giving him greater access to my pussy. I was already starting to tingle down there as I felt the tip of his cock brush against my opening.

"Mmm fuck you smell so good," I heard him moan behind me, his lips kissing my neck.

I froze. That didn't sound like Aaron at all.

Opening my eyes I couldn't see much in the pitch-black room. There was a dark shape just in front of me, a figure lying on their side facing away from me. Fuck! I wasn't in my bed, the memory of Gem offering me a place to sleep flooded my mind.

"You looked so fucking fit tonight baby," Jack growled as he rocked his hips. The tip of his cock running across my entrance.

My body responded naturally to his touch. The feel of his cock, the way he groped my boob and held me close. It was everything my body was craving. I felt myself start to get a little wet, coating the tip of his cock as he played with my entrance.

"Mmm I wanted to fuck you all night," Jack groaned as his hard body pressed against me.

Instinctively I pushed my bum back into him, my body acting of its own free will. I was lying in bed with my best friend as her naked boyfriend molested me.

"I love you Gem," Jack cooed as he kissed down my neck.

Still in shock, my heart fluttered at his words. Jack thought I was Gemma! The room was pitch black and Gemma had scooched close to the wall. I must have somehow moved over too, leaving space for Jack to scoot in behind me.

I should call out. Scream at him to fuck off! Perhaps Gemma would wake up and see. Could this be the chance to show her what a cheating scumbag Jack was?