Shy blonde college student turns into a slut for her new BF

The alarm clock buzzed, piercing through the peaceful silence of the bedroom. Jenna stirred, her long blonde hair splayed across the pillow as she slowly opened her eyes. Another day, another dollar at her miserable minimum wage job at the local coffee shop. But today was special – today, she was walking away from her mundane life and starting fresh with her new boyfriend, Jack. They had met just a few weeks ago at a college party, and the sparks flew immediately. Jack was older, more sophisticated, and Jenna was drawn to his charisma and confidence. They had been inseparable ever since.

Jenna emerged from her dorm room, her arms laden with boxes of clothes and books. She bumped into one of her suite-mates, a petite brunette with a nose ring and a smirk on her face. “Going somewhere, Blondie?” the girl asked, eyeing the boxes.

“Yep, I’m moving in with Jack,” Jenna replied, trying to sound casual. Inside, her heart was pounding with excitement and nerves. This was a big step, but she knew it was the right one.

The brunette raised an eyebrow. “Jack? The guy with the sleeve tattoo and the motorcycle? Damn, girl, you do like them dangerous, don’t you?”

Jenna waved off the comment, but it lingered in her mind as she made her way to Jack’s awaiting apartment across town. Dangerous? Jack was just adventurous, spontaneous, a man who knew what he wanted and took it. What could be wrong with that?

The apartment was small but cozy, with a lived-in feel that Jenna found comforting. Boxes and bags were strewn about the living room, and Jack was perched on the couch, a bottle of whiskey in hand. “Welcome home, babe,” he said, his eyes roving over her curves as she entered.

Home. The word felt foreign on Jenna’s tongue, but she liked the sound of it. She settled in quickly, unpacking her belongings and finding a place for everything. They established a routine, with Jack working during the day and Jenna going to classes and working odd hours. At night, they would unwind together, cooking meals, watching movies, exploring each other’s bodies with increasing intensity.

As the weeks turned into months, Jenna began to notice small changes in Jack’s behavior. He would disappear for hours at a time, his phone buzzing with unanswered messages. He would snap at her over trivial things, his patience growing thin. Jenna tried to ignore it, attributing it to stress or the pressures of adult life, but a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach told her something was off.

Late one night, Jenna woke up to an empty bed, Jack’s side still warm. She padded through the apartment, her bare feet sinking into the soft carpet. The sound of voices drifted from the living room, and Jenna froze, her heart sinking.

“You owe me more, Jack,” a gruff voice said. “That coke doesn’t pay for itself, you know.”

“I’m working on it, man,” Jack replied, his voice tense. “I just need a little more time.”

Jenna pressed herself against the wall, her ears straining to hear. Coke? Jack was in debt to a drug dealer?

“The girl, Jack. She’s a hot little piece. Why don’t you sell her to one of my associates, settle your debt, and we’ll call it even?”

Jenna’s blood ran cold. She wanted to scream, to run, but her body was frozen in place.

“Fuck off, man. I’m not selling my girl,” Jack said, his voice rising.

“Your choice, jackass. But if you can’t pay up, you know what happens.”

Jenna moved away from the wall, her mind reeling. She stumbled to the bedroom and began packing a bag, her hands shaking with fear and anger. Jack walked in, his eyes filling with confusion.

“Jenna? What’s going on?”

“I can’t do this, Jack. I won’t be some drug dealer’s trick to make money,” Jenna said, shoving clothes into her backpack.

“Baby, wait,” Jack said, reaching for her. “It’s not like that, I swear.”

Jenna pushed past him, grabbing her bag and heading for the door. “I trusted you,” she said, her voice cracking. “I loved you. And all this time, you were using me.”

“Jenna, please. I’m sorry,” Jack begged, but it was too late.

Jenna slammed the door behind her,step, tears streaming down her face. She walked for hours, her bag growing heavier with each step. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she couldn’t stay where she was.

As the sun began to rise, Jenna found herself in a seedy part of town, the neon lights of strip clubs and adult bookstores casting a pink glow over the grimy streets. She paused in front of one of the clubs, a place called “The Velvet Lounge.” The door was open, and a bouncer stood outside, eyeing her up and down.

“Looking for work, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and gruff.

Jenna looked at the flashy marquee, the promises of naked women and cold beer. She nodded, wiping away the last of her tears.

“Come on in, join the family,” the bouncer said, stepping aside.

Jenna stepped into the club, the throbbing bass of the music vibrating through her body. She let the bag slide off her shoulder, her old life dropping to the floor as she made her way towards the stage. She had been a timid, sheltered girl, but those days were over. Now, she was the slut her new boyfriend had awakened, and she was ready to take what was hers.

The End
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