Grabbing my hair from the back she twisted around and sat in front of me with her face close to mine looking into my eyes.

"And whose Slut are you?"

My heart beat hard in my chest as I answered.

"Your Slut Gina, I'm your Slut," I said clearly enjoying the words that came out of my mouth.

"Then strip Slut," She demanded.

I quickly looked at the stairs but the hallway upstairs was dark, I couldn't tell if anyone was watching. Kristy was home but I was hoping she was asleep; Tommy was probably passed out from the booze he drank. The thought of stripping in front of this...