Upstairoids Ch. 03

"Shit," Greg muttered, glancing annoyed at the door. "That's my friend Drew. We were supposed to hang out tonight. Just keep it down and he'll go away."

Apparently he'd said it a little too loudly, however, as Drew pounded again. "Open the goddamn door, shit face! I can see you moving in there through the fuckin' peephole."

Greg sighed. "Cover up – let me go get rid of him." As he tugged on his pants, Lexi half-heartedly complied with the letter of his request, if not the spirit, pulling his sheets so they covered her lower half. As it was a studio apartment, Drew would have a good look at her sweet little titties – geez, why did I ever want to call these amazing things "breasts" – and maybe want to fuck her greedy little snatch. Lexi was made for sex. Lexi loved it. Lexi was a slutty fuck toy who loved getting fucked like a bitch.

Greg opened the door only a foot or so. On the far side was another college-age guy, this one probably twice his size, a bit shorter and pudgy. "'Bout time, fuckstick – fuckin' cold out there."

But he didn't move aside. "Sorry man, something came up..." Drew then caught sight of the topless girl in bed, waving sweetly.

"What the... you got a fucking hooker? Damn, dude – bitch is hot!"

Greg scowled. "She's not a hooker. She's in my bio-chem class."

"Oho," Drew said with a mocking laugh at his friend, his eyes never leaving Lexi's tits. "So you were just 'tutoring' her, eh?"

"Nope! He was fucking my brains out!" she called to him, affecting a idiotic giggle to establish her persona early.

Greg gave her a shocked look as Drew muttered "sounds like it didn't take much." Lexi just smiled, sitting up and letting the edge of the sheet slip down between her thighs, clearly exposing her bald pussy and one smooth white thigh.

Greg and Lexi spoke up at the same time. "Anyway we're I'm in the middle of something here" and "The more the merrier – come on in!"

Drew chose to hear the latter one, all but pushing aside his smaller friend as he strode in. "Sup babe, I'm Drew." He leered.

"I'm Lexi," she cooed. "Nice to meet you, Drew."

Greg hastily found her clothes from where she'd thrown them earlier and thrust them at her, obviously not keen on having his slam piece ogled so readily by his horny friend. Confident the seed was planted and that she could get them off again without much hassle, she grudgingly donned them. She started with the shorts, turning around and bending at the waist as she slid them up her thighs to show off her full-moon ass at the guys, then taking her time tugging it into exactly the right place before slowly getting the t-shirt back on. Drew stared unabashedly the whole time, ignoring Greg's sour glares.

"So, you're in bio-chem with Greg, huh? That's a hard class, I hear."

Lexi nodded. "Yeah, it's super hard! All the big words and fancy little chemmy-doodles," she whined, making a face. As she said it, she was rehearsing mentally mapping the method by which alkaptonuria broke down the homogentisic acid excreted from tyrosin.

"Well, lucky for you you landed the G-man here, eh? He knows that shit backwards and forwards." She wanted to point out that she'd seen his mid-term on his desk and that he'd scored 8% lower than her, but obviously this guy didn't want to dick her for her brains.

"Greggy's so smart!" She gushed, and kissed him. She took her time about it, used a lot of tongue, and winked at Drew over Greg's shoulder in the middle of it. She could almost hear his dick hardening. "How about you, Drew? What do you study?" Greg tried to catch his breath from the toe-curling kiss.

"Err, math. I'm a math major." He put an arm across his lap to conceal his erection.

"Math! That's so cool! I always had a super hard time with it in high school." It had actually been her best subject (even though she had still only gotten a sad 570 math SAT), but she could see his head swelling with her praise. Meanwhile, her clit was swelling with the thought of being sandwiched between the two cocks in the room.

"Well, maybe I could tutor you in that," he offered her chest gallantly.

"I told you," Greg interjected, "I'm not her tutor. We were going to be study partners."

"Going to be?" Drew chuckled.

"Yeah, instead we wound up fuck buddies! I just started kissing him, then he licked my pussy, then I sucked his cock and I just LOVED it so much I couldn't get enough, then when I saw him in class today I practically jumped his bones right there in the auditorium, but he let me drag him back here to suck his cock some more and then that turned into fucking! And boy, did we ever fuck!"

The two boys just stared at her, Greg in horror, Drew in lust. Serves him right. He's the one who told me I was a dirty slut who talked like a whore, she reasoned. "I love sex. We fucked with Greg on top, then he flipped me over and fucked me like the little bitch I am, then he came all over my ass but he kept finger-fucking me anyway." She batted her eyelashes adoringly at him.

Greg listened to her with increasing disgust. "Damn, Lexi, you're like a cheap whore," he said, edging away from her.

"She sure should be, all right," Drew said, inching closer. "I'd pay for her."

I should be a cheap whore. Men should pay me a modest rate for sexual favors. It made perfect sense. She was built for sex, and she knew a lot of things about how to get her slutty cunt fucked, which she loved. It would be a good line of work for her – she'd let men do anything they wanted to her while she came and came around their cocks.

She could use the money to finish her degree.

"How much?" she asked, leaning in to Drew. Greg was already nearly forgotten – if he wanted to be a prude, fuck him. Or don't fuck him. Whatever.

Drew laughed, then saw her still watching him for an answer. "Uh, well, I've never actually..."

Show some skin, Jana's voice whispered to her. She lifted her shirt up to show off her tits again. "Come on – you haven't been able to take your eyes off my boobies since you came in. Wanna fuck 'em"

"That's it!" Greg roared suddenly. Drew jumped, startled; Lexi had seen his explosion inevitably coming and was just glad she could use this opportunity to get Drew alone so she could get another dicking. "I can't believe I was into such a slut! Get the fuck out, Lexi, and never come back! You too, Drew!"

With her shirt still lifted up over her chest, she stood up and guided Drew to the door by his belt. Greg followed behind hurling insults until they were outside, then slammed the door shut behind them. She could hear the wimpy little loser start to bawl not a second later. Ugh, the fucking dork was probably developing feelings for me. Gross. It was good to have a clean break. And especially good not to have to endure painful study sessions with lesser minds.

Besides, she had a new cock to fuck.

The bare-chested coed had to ask Drew three times to take her to his car, as he was ogling her too intently to hear her the first couple requests. Not that she would say no if he wanted her to blow him here on the front steps or bend over and give him a shot at her freshly fucked cunt if that's what he wanted. And if he had a few bucks. Still, it was chilly out, and objectively somewhat humiliating.

Not that anyone who knew her would connect Lexi to the dowdy bookworm once called Alexis if they saw.

Drew dove face-first into her tits the moment they were in the car. She didn't stop him – guys could do whatever they wanted to her – but she did take a moment to inform him of her rates. She didn't have much to go on (the closest she'd ever come to a prostitute was watching Pretty Woman) but she had her newly adopted values to guide her. She liked fucking. She couldn't give enough blowjobs. She was cheap. And really, if push came to shove, she'd let guys do whatever they wanted anyway, so no sense inducing them to call her bluff.

"Tits are forty bucks, my mouth is sixty, my pussy is eighty and my ass is a hundred," she politely interjected. Strangely, what she might ordinarily describe as the mind-numbing pleasure of having her nipples sucked on actually served to focus her thinking.

"How much for the whole package, rent you for the night?" he asked as he transitioned to the other brown nipple, its hard nub instantly lashed repeatedly with his tongue.

She considered the matter. Should I add everything together? Do a bundled rate at a discount, or mark it up for the all-inclusive package

It was her constant, insatiable horniness that decided it for her. "Two hundred," she said. He mumbled something agreeable-sounding without breaking from her tits; she helped herself to his wallet, reached around his bulky torso to pluck it from his back pocket. He didn't have the cash on him, so she just started a mental tab.

Luckily for Lexi, unlike his friend, Drew did little more with his mouth than lick, suck and occasionally moan or bark out cries of ecstasy as she made him cum again and again and again through the night. As he increasingly realized she was up for absolutely anything, he took advantage of her pliability.

She sucked him off as he drove back to his apartment, a studio no more impressive in size and a good deal dirtier than Greg's. He bent her over the arms of his couch and fucked her while a three-month old tortilla chip put an indentation in her cheek. For all his bulk, Drew was still in good enough shape to lift her by the ass and fuck her against the wall of his kitchen. The pervert opened the blinds in his living room so the neighborhood could watch him fuck her up the ass with her swelling titties pressed lewdly against the glass, squashing up and down with his thrusts. He came in her cunt, in her ass, in her mouth, and twice he pulled back to blow his load all over her face.

She loved every second of it. And better yet, the stream of orgasms from her hypersensitive pleasure centers gave her time and focus to organize every stray tidbit of information she could conceivably have wanted to know for her finals. She could have aced them right then and there without a minute more of studying. Not everything stayed when her mind went back to normal after he pulled his dick out of her, but a lot of it did.

She had had her brains fucked in.

When Drew finally passed out somewhere in the middle of the night, she used his computer to electronically transfer the funds to her bank account, adding a generous tip since he couldn't exactly complain to the authorities about it. She was cheap, not generous or stupid. With that done, she took a bus back to campus and passed out. Jana wasn't in, but it was pretty normal for her to spend a Friday night getting drunk and passing out at a girlfriend's house, so Lexi didn't worry. She took a long hot shower to wash the jizz stains out of her hair and tickle her clitty into a few good-night orgasms.

The exhausted girl took a look in the mirror before she settled into bed. The image that confronted her was that of a complete stranger. She no longer even looked like merely an idealized version of Alexis. Alexis was plain (ugly, really). Her voice was flat and nasal. She had bad skin, bad hair, a flat chest, no butt, too much body hair in too many places.

Lexi, however, wasn't just pretty; she was fucking hot. A gorgeous face, long lashes over big dreamy eyes, waves of shining perfect hair that looked like she was starring in a shampoo commercial, a lilting voice that cut through men's defenses like a hot knife through butter. She didn't even know what cup size she was now; after experimenting, she noted Jana's C-cups weren't quite doing the trick to contain her new tits. Her butt was a perky, bubbly thing that existed to create a dilemma over whether to spank it or take a big juicy bite out of it. Her legs and pussy were so baby smooth that anyone looking would zero in on her dripping wet cunt in a heartbeat.

"I'm a smoking hot piece of ass," the reflection said, and beamed.

And all this didn't compare to the changes on the inside. While she was prostituting herself to Drew, she'd seen what was happening, really became cognizant of it. She realized now how vulnerable the drug had made her, how easily even off-handed comments had sunk into her subconscious. Before, she had been a nerd, a bookish prig obsessed with her studies to the exclusion of even a modicum of a social life. Now, she was hard-wired to be a slut, a sexual plaything for any man who showed a willingness, ready and eager to sell any part of herself and to keep her rates competitive. She had an instinct now for sucking cock, for massaging one with the walls of her pussy, for talking like a bitch in heat to drag the men in like fish in her net.

It was degrading, she knew that. Humiliating and low and fraught with risks. Still, whatever the source of her new ideals, they were a part of her. Like an addict who knew their drug was killing them, but craved it nonetheless.

Like a religious convert who had had an epiphany on a mountaintop, and knew their realizations to be true no matter how illogical.

All night, she processed it in a series of lucid dreams – something she'd been told how to do once in a psychology class, and had realized earlier tonight (while Drew was sawing in and out of her asshole) would be useful in gaining additional hours in her day. Something she'd been too stupid to do before. She pondered and plotted and reflected and role-played and analyzed it through to completion.

The first thing Lexi did when she awoke was to swallow four more pills.