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Chapter 2

B on his part, never mentioned anything about the incident as well. He was unsure how Z would react, whether she would tell her boyfriend, or even worse the police about what he had done to her. He decided it was better to play it safe and test the waters before he going any further, although he was confident Z is indeed the slut he thought she was, and would undoubtedly be back on her knees, sucking on his manhood once again.

Weeks later, the clique decided to meet again for dinner in the town area after working hours. Z threw worried glances at B when they first arrived on scene, but both quickly pretended that all was normal between them. They did not mentioned the incident in front of their friends, nor did they raise the topic when they were alone. Uneventful, everyone simply went their separate ways and Z went home sulking.

Z felt both disappointed and used, thinking how she was simply a tool used to satisfy B’s desires on evening. She began to have wild thoughts about how B must have lost all interest, and cast her aside like a used doll after he had attained his purposes. B did not even allude in any way about what had happened between them. Z began to feel even worse about herself when she saw a notification on her phone. It was from her snapchat app that she had stopped using for a while, the snap had came from a username that she could not identify.

Curious, she opened the snap to see a picture of herself. It was a bright, close-up shot of her face, except in the picture her hair was messy, her cheeks were flushed and perhaps most saliently, all of her facial features was dripping with cum. The picture came as a rude shock as realization streaked across Z’s face. Yes she knew B took pictures, but B never showed her how the pictures looked. Z looked just like a pornstar or a hooker that had been roughly face-fucked, with flushed cheeks, disheveled hair and cum streaking down her face. It was slutty to say the least and Z fervently hoped that it was B who had sent the snap, and not some weirdo who had seen it after it leaked onto the internet.

Seconds later, another snap followed showing nothing except text stating “your house downstairs, now” from the same user. Panicking and worried stricken, Z rushed downstairs without even changing out of her home wear clothes. Comfortable, worn, oversized white t-shirt with FBTs she had worn for years. In her haste, Z did not even realise that she did not put a bra on, only feeling something was amiss when her boobs swung uncomfortably as she rushed down the stairs...