Like an animal, he spun her around and practically threw her down on the hood. It was so cold her nipples would soon be stinging from it, but not a split second later he’d slid balls deep in her cunt. Sydney was so turned on from her own submissive display that decided she could give two fucks about the cold or the exposure or the cars driving by on the street or the rough smacks DJ was delivering to her ass. Her steamy pussy, with his cock pistoning in and out of it like a jackhammer, was the only heat she cared about now.
The stripper groaned in ecstasy as DJ pulled her head back by her hair, kissing her roughly and biting her lip so hard it hurt. “HARDER!” she cried, even though she doubted he could go any harder than he already was. Naked and groped and fondled and grinded on for hours, she was hornier than she’d ever been and she just wanted to get fucked. Maybe this wasn’t how she’d have chosen it on her own, but Sydney was getting fucked and that was all she cared about.
DJ pulled out and spun her around, tilting her back on top of her car and immediately slamming back in, not missing a beat. It wasn’t artful; DJ wasn’t the sort of attentive, gifted lover she’d had and enjoyed in the past, but simply seeing the bestial frenzy she’d worked him into filled her with such a sense of power that she didn’t care. Her tits flew up and down as he nailed her, fucked her like a bitch, his bitch, his personal little fucking slut-bitch, and his eyes stared at them with an intensity like he was trying to burn the image into his mind forever.
In this position his cock slid against her swollen clit with each stroke, and moments later she was shrieking out in bliss as she came and came and came. Sydney’s orgasm had just subsided when DJ tensed, slamming as deep into her as he would go and unloaded his cum in her—immediately triggering a second body-wracking orgasm so intense she blacked out with a shriek that was no doubt heard for a several-block radius around Scuttlebutt’s.
When she came to, she saw stars—then realized they were real stars as she was staring up at the night sky, still lying on her back atop the hood of her car. DJ was standing in front of her, smiling down at her, and for a moment, she forgot altogether that she’d only done it to get back what was hers. He was fastening the button on his pants, and offered her a hand in getting to her feet.
“That was pretty amazing,” he said, watching her begin dressing herself.
“It was—not that you weren’t being a total dick about it or anything.” Still, she smiled a little.
“It seemed like you liked my dick pretty well there.” She chuckled with an eye roll.
Once she was dressed, he handed over her keys and her cell phone. “And my cash?” She looked at him expectantly.
“Well now, if I give it to you, that changes things a bit, doesn’t it?”
She put her hands on her hips. “How so? I earned that money. It’s mine.”
“But how did you earn it?”
She tilted her head to the side. “What? You were there. The spanking and the dances and all that.”
“No, that was money I earned from auctioning you. All that money came from my auction.”
“But, but… I fucked you to get that money back!”
He grinned. “There it is, Sydney, the change. If I give you this money, then you’ve just become somebody who fucks guys for money.”
“You’re not a stranger—you said, we had that class and project and whatever.”
It was his turn to roll his eyes. “What’s my name then? Yeah, I thought not. So there’s your choices—you can become someone who fucks strangers for cash, or someone who fucks strangers for fun.” He held the money out. “Your choice, Syd.”
She reached out, then hesitated. “So, basically, I’m either a whore or a slut.”
DJ just smiled. Sydney took a moment, and he could see the wheels turning in her mind, see her giving the decision serious consideration. The closest thing to freedom she’d known in the past four hours.
Finally, she lowered her hand, and shrugged. “Fine, keep it. People have been calling me a slut since 8th grade. Why change course now.”
The thick wad of cash made a bulge in his pocket as it went back in. Sydney went around to the driver’s side of her car and opened the door. He spoke just before she got in. “You were a great fuck, Sydney. That was really amazing.”
“Yeah, well fuck you.” But she smiled thinly, and there was only a little heat in her tone.
That night, DJ slept like the dead.
Chapter Three
The next day was Saturday, so DJ was able to sleep in and take some time to reflect on his observations. It was clear now that ever since the day after his birthday, something had happened that caused everyone to turn a blind eye to whatever he did. What he’d done with Charlie and Charlie’s girlfriend Ashley, with Emily, with Sydney, and a dozen other less sexually charged experiments had confirmed it. If he could pressure Sydney into begging to be fucked in a strip club parking lot, there seemed to be little beyond his reach.
So how did this happen? Was it magic? Some sort of X-Men evolution? Divine intervention? He even considered that it may have been genetic—his parents both having passed so long ago, he had little way of knowing. Either way, he had no way of puzzling it out, so it seemed pointless to ponder.
Other questions remained, though. Most pressing was how long this would last—was it permanent? If he kept up like last night, would it wear off someday and leave him swarmed by people out to avenge themselves on him? Was the effect localized to an area? Like, when he went home for fall break next week, would everyone here snap out of it? Or would the effect stay here and people back home would still be their normal selves?
But every time he dredged up some new question, he realized he had no clues and no ways to find them. He considered reaching out to those who dabbled in the occult, but really, just because something seemingly supernatural was happening to him, it didn’t make those people any less kooky. Besides, even if it did wear off, he had no doubt he’d already made enough enemies that he’d be in big trouble.
Still, despite his dubious behavior with Sydney, DJ had always considered himself a decent person. He was no saint, but he was true to his friends, he obeyed the law, tried not to rock the boat. He could easily see himself letting this power corrupt him. It would change him; that was inevitable. One couldn’t win the lottery without it changing oneself.
DJ just didn’t want to become a monster. Though he could already feel the question burgeoning in the dark corners of his heart: was it monstrous? If no one really minded, wasn’t it just a victimless crime?
He was pondering this in a quiet corner of the dorm’s cafeteria when Ashley caught his eye. She was giving him the stinkeye—though that was nothing new, ever since he’d broken up her party months ago. So maybe DJ didn’t want to become a monster, but he didn’t want to keep being a pushover either.
Ashley sat down with a group of her friends, a den of vipers that he could practically hear hissing, and many of whom also hated him for that same cause. He approached, and was standing beside her before he even knew what he intended to do.
“Hey, Ashley.”
She looked up at him with plain dislike. “What the fuck do you want? We’re trying to eat—or is that against the rules too?” Her friends giggled.
“Look, I realize that whole incident was unpleasant, and I just wanted to come over and say I’m sorry it all went down that way. I was just doing my job, you know? I don’t there to be bad blood between us.” Her face grew sympathetic as he explained, and he smiled hopefully.