The monumental popularity of the “The Shaping of the Slut” behooves me to post another sequel to the story. Chapter 3 is also written and posted on the old ENF CMNF Forum by CrimsonGirl, and reposted by freeipodtouch on our new forums (topic).
Like the 2nd part, the whole chapter takes about an hour to read from start to finish, and is separated into multiple pages. You can flip between pages at the bottom of the post.
The Shaping of a Slut – Chapter 3
The days passed swiftly, and very soon, it had been two weeks since I had first done the unthinkable. In those two weeks, I had done “rehearsals” twice more, and when in retrospect, I looked back on that short span of time, I realized, shocked, a fact which became impossible for me to accept. In fourteen days only, I had stripped naked four times, not counting that evening where I had performed a private dance for my best buddy. This newly discovered part of me, this other Jade, she corrupted me with a stupor of such magnitude that she had gotten me naked four times when I had planned to do it only once at the end of the year.
Still, sinfully, I was not fighting the temptation back. Instead, I let it take me to the unknown, excited by the sense of adventure.
Our acting classes had long, two hour pauses from 11am to 13pm. During these, the Quarters usually depopulated until only a few students stayed there, and these few were usually me and my gang. That day though, instead of staying with my buddies to talk about some intellectual or idiotic subject, I approached Sarah who was sitting behind her desk.
“Still no nudity today?” she asked, leaving her class documents. “You’ve done it quite often these last two weeks.”
“I wanted to talk about that, actually. About being naked.”
“Have you changed your mind? You can stop anytime, you know.”
“No, no, far from it. In fact it’s the complete opposite. I wanted to know if I could do it more often.”
She looked as if I had asked a question with the most obvious of answers.
“Of course you can! This is your part, you alone must decide what makes you most comfortable. And between you and me, the more time you’ll spend naked this year, the more you’ll get used to it; you’ve seen that inspiration comes automatically once you’re not wearing anything.”
“True but, what does the college regulation have to say about this? I mean, do I even have the right to get naked like that?”
“Within context of this class, absolutely. Anything outside the Quarters would get you in trouble, and I won’t hide to you that the college is somewhat reluctant about the play. But their agreement with me is that as long as nothing more than nudity happens, they’ll finance the play.”
Otherwise, we would have to look for other producers. Our college’s Theater, the most respected one in the region, was a semi independent state of it’s own, financed by the college but operating largely on it’s own by presenting plays, shows and bands from all over. In fact, it’s only programs produced by the college itself were the end of the year projects of the Visual Arts, Music, and Theater programs.
“I’m just afraid I’ll go too far.”
Sarah looked surprised by my words.
“Too far? What do you mean by that?”
“You know…this isn’t casual nudity, not the type naturists and nudists go for. It’s…”
“Sexual nudity?” I nodded. “You know Jade, that’s mostly your doing. My instructions were only for you to be nude. The way you use your nakedness though, that all stems from you.”
I couldn’t disagree. Though I was just realizing it, it was true that Sarah had asked no more than lack of clothing on my part. The whore like, seductive aspect of it through the use of my hands touching my body, my hungry looks, my slut’s dance the other day… For these, I had no one to blame but myself.
“Should I stop doing all that?” I asked, fearful.
“Stop it? I think you should keep going. You’re delving into an interesting character, some sort of Seductress.”
I thought of that, being a seductress. True, seduction was what my actions were when I was letting the slut’s attitude take over me. But it wasn’t the ‘femme fatale” sort of seduction, one akin to a leash with which a woman held dominion over men. Quite the contrary, in fact. The main variable was that of the imbalance, and even though I took great pleasure from it, it was still undeniably a sexist, one way situation. The guys weren’t objectified, I was. As much as I seduced them, I was the one bereft of clothes, of power, and that manly strength which they conserved over me seduced me. In truth, I was the seduced one. I spoke to her of this.
“The imbalance, again” she answered. “This is a big thing that always comes back, have you noticed?” She leaned towards me, visibly interested. “That skit you did two weeks ago…it really intrigued me you know? I was fascinated by the story you concocted, with the lone female employee dancing nude for her male colleges. What made you come up with it?”
“I don’t know. Some sort of instinct maybe? I just…” I hesitated to speak. I felt ashamed of the thoughts that went in my mind. Sarah smiled comfortingly.
“Go on Jade, don’t be afraid. Forget that I’m your teacher, we’ve been girl pals for two and a half years now.”
That was certainly true. My relationship with Sarah was very much similar to Isabel’s. Though the latter had a place in my heart almost as great as Alex’s, Sarah was still a close friend who transcended her being my teacher. Less hesitant, I spoke :
“I don’t know, it’s strange… I found that idea, well…arousing. That you would have this lone female employee who gives up on her equality with her male colleges. Not legally mind you, but in terms of her relationship with them. That even though she’s as smart or talented as them, she ends up on all fours, naked. That the only female in a group is also the only one naked. Isabel would think it’s despicable but…well I find it kind of hot.”
I was constantly fearful of a potential cry of anger denouncing misogyny. Instead, Sarah seemed enthralled.
“You’re a fascinating girl, Jade. Simply fascinating. We had one aspect of the play, the Seduction one, this part of you that teases and flirts with the boys, but now you’ve touched on another aspect. Something to do with sexism, with the men holding something you don’t have, power or status. I want you to think of this for the next weeks, alright?”
“Alright. I’ll do my best, but can you help me with this? If you have exercises that could help me, I’d appreciate it.”
“I’ll tell you if I ever think of something. Go on like that Jade, you’re on the right track. We might just have an amazing play yet”
The break went by and the girls returned to the class. I saw Isabel coming inside, alone. I jumped from my chair to go talk to her. She was usually surrounded by other girls whose stares were so intense that I could not approach her without being drowned in shyness, I thus ran to talk to her whenever she was alone.
“Hey!” I said.
“Hey…”
My wide smile was being returned with the air of a horse. Still, I let it not break me, and kept my happy demeanour.
“Let’s go the cinema this Saturday!” I said.
She removed her arm from my grip.
“I’m busy this weekend…”
I took her arm again.
“Come on!” I pleaded. “You know I’m scared of the dark, I’ll need my big sis with me.”
She cracked and finally smiled, albeit in a manner most aloof.
“Fine, fine… Which movie do we go see?”
“Whichever you want. I just wanna hang out with you. Almost haven’t talked to you these last two weeks…”
“Hmm… Well, Saturday as you said.”
And she joined back the other girls before I could answer. Convincing myself that she was just harbouring a very little bit of resentment, I emulated her, going back to my own gang. There, the boys and I went back to talking about the play and the potential “scenes” which could be involved in it.
“So,” Hugo said. “We begin with the first aspect of woman, which is Seduction. Jade comes in and starts looking at us, rubbing herself with her hands and all that good stuff… Then, if I remember correctly, it’s the dance, right?”
I nodded. Inspired by our improvisational skit, we had decided to include a similar sequence in the play where I would perform an erotic dance for the boys. They had enjoyed it greatly, so why not do it? I was beginning to notice that making them happy seemed to be the only concern my mind could conjure. What I wanted myself was a mystery. Perhaps my desires and theirs were one and the same? A logical thought, for after all, I wanted to be nude in their presence, and nothing about their demeanour suggested otherwise anymore. They did not hide their smirks anymore, and every time we hung out, I had to give them playful taps for peeking at my boobs, even thought they were covered by layers of clothes. Rarely now would my gaze meet theirs, since theirs was mostly directed downwards, though that saddened me not. On the contrary, I found it terribly amusing.
My participation in the artistic discussion was brought to a momentary halt as I had to go to the bathroom. After being done there, I decided to lighten up the day a little. Though I was afraid of overdoing my nudity and incurring additional wrath from the girls, the urge to be seen naked was too great, and so I shut myself inside one of the toilets, stripped until nothing covered me anymore, and took out my cellphone, taking pics of me which I sent to Alex. The naughty little act amused me, plus, I had always wondered what sending nudes would feel like. As I walked back to the class, I realized I had taken a route I shouldn’t have. It led me to the “white column”, an eloquently named white column erected in the middle of the hallways. It was infamous for pretty much being home to Abdel and Yussuf, who spent their entire breaks standing against it while checking out girls and getting some numbers. That is, when they weren’t being led around by their Lord Isac.
The title is bad. Replace the word slut with exhibitionist. – Skyler B.
Don’t usually read smut but this story is actually really enjoyable