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 school-
aged 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 – 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 – anyone, really – 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 bubble
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 see… 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 about…"

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 light-
headed 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 her legs spread, a
jack-off object for men she didn't know, to see what would take her there.

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