My shower was a surreal experience. As I stood under the hot water, rinsing off the thin layer of dried cum I didn't manage to scoop up earlier, I realized I was no longer my own person. I belonged to someone else now, completely and totally. It was a strange thought to have. I was still mercilessly horny, but the soreness emanating from my pussy stopped me from masturbating. The shower took a while, as I still had a ton of cum in my hair. When I got out and walked into my room there were clothes laid out for me. I didn't have a lot of slutty clothes, but Klay had done his best to make me look like a slut. He had taken one of my tank tops and ripped it to make exceedingly low cut. He had also laid out my shortest skirt, a pair of fishnets and my highest pair of high heels. He had left a note telling my to do my make-up like a whore, and then meet him in his car. When I was finally ready I checked myself out in the mirror. My top showed cleavage halfway down my breasts, nipples poking through the thin fabric. From behind, you could see the bottom of my ass and if you were on the stairs behind you could see my pussy. That plus bright lipstick, blue eyeshadow, and thick eyeliner made me looked like a total whore. I grabbed my purse and headed to the door. Alvin was in the hall, returning from the bathroom when I left. He took one look at me and started to bawl and he ran into his room. My heart broke. I turned to chase after him and comfort him, but the horn from outside cut me off. Again, my inner slut won and turned to go the car.