This started as a bluesky post, but I ended ups losing what I had written. Decided to expand it on here and it's sort of taken on a life of it own. This Part One of what I hope will only be two!
Emily was smart, and she knew she was smart. She consistently got the highest marks in her class, something she was proud of, but it wasn't exactly difficult to achieve, considering the school she went to and where she lived. Emily was from the rough part of town, the area respectable people avoid when they're alone. Emily lived on a council estate and was determined not to let that define her, not like the other chav girls on the estate. Not like Rebecca or 'Becca' as she now liked to be called. Rebecca had once been her only friend, someone who saw the world the way she did; that if you worked hard in school, went to University and got a good job you could improve your life. That was until Rebecca gave in to peer pressure and became Becca. Overnight she went from her best friend to being just like all the other chav bitches on the estate. She's started drinking, smoking and dressing like a slut. Last Emily heard Becca had been expelled after she was caught on her knees giving a boy a blowjob in the school bathrooms. No, Emily would never be like that. Emily was smart, she was going to University in September and would never look back. All she had to do was study over the weekend and ace her final German language exam.
Emily had no plans for the weekend, besides reading and studying. She was leaving the Library with her customary stack of new books to devour when she bashed into someone.
Tumbling to the ground she heard the sound of a voice she recognised. "Fuckin' watch it, would ya" it was Becca. Emily was flustered as she pulled herself off the ground and saw Becca standing in front of her. She was clearly in the middle of getting her hair done. Emily could smell foul cigarette smoke mingled with cheap perfume coming off her clothes. Emily was taken aback by how much Rebecca had changed. Gone was the brunette hair of her former friend; in its place was a blonde dye job in curlers, a face thick with makeup, fake lashes and ugly lip filler squeezed into a blue tracksuit now calling herself Becca. "I'm so sorry Rebecca, I didn't see you," said Emily trying to defuse the situation.
"Who the fuck you callin' Rebecca? It's Becca to you or Bex to my mates." A look of recognition appeared on Becca's face followed by a sharp mocking laugh. "Oh my god, is that Emily Brown? You're bigger lookin' disaster than I remember." looking at the stack of scattered books she added, "see you ain't grown up n are still n to all that stupid school stuff."
"I didn't mean to bump into you. You don't need to insult me, Becca." Said Emily with more venom than she knew she was capable of.
"The only insult here is how you look"
"Well, I'm surprised you can see anything with those spider legs you call eyelashes stuck to your face."
"Yeah whatever I know a jealous bitch when I see one, You wish you looked half as fit as me!" Emily could feel her blood pressure rise at that last comment. Like she would ever be jealous of someone like Becca, some common slag from the estate.
"As if I would be a jealous chav slut like you! I'm going somewhere with my life, somewhere better than this dive with people better than you!" spat Emily. She'd had enough of dealing with girls like Becca. Sure this was the first time she had spoken to Becca in over a year, but she had plenty of run-ins with other chav girls just like her on the estate; all the pent-up anger and resentment had come bubbling to the surface. Emily waited for her words to hit, to see the hurt and realisation on Becca's face, but it never came; instead, she just smiled.
"Ha, you really think you're so much better, well you ain't shit, you're just a stuck-up loser, who needs a good shag, and to have some fun!" Becca's smile became a devious smirk as an idea formed. "Why don't I help you for old time's sake?"
Emily saw Becca raise her hand, she was sure she was about to slap her. The last thing Emily wanted to do was get in a fight, but she was too frozen in fear to move. The next thing she knew Becca's tacky fake French manicure acrylics were racking across her face in a sharp but fleeting bloom of pain.
Emily held her hand to her face as she watched Becca ascend the escalator. Emily was sure she had broken the skin, but she didn't feel any blood. With a smug knowing look on her face, Becca looked back and said, "Send me a message, when you realise you're really just a chav slut like me and want to apologise!"
Emily was back home in her bedroom trying to read and as far as she was able to tell Becca hadn't left a visible mark when she scratched her; only a tingle where her nails had made contact. Emily was trying to concentrate on studying, but it just felt so pointless and boring. She couldn't get Becca's smug face and words out of her head. Maybe she wasn't better than Becca? What would her life be like if she stayed friends with her? Images formed in her head of herself wearing fake tan, large hoop earrings and her own long sexy eyelashes. Sexy? Where had that thought come from, no they were ugly and made you look cheap. But maybe if she did have them she wouldn't be a virgin loser anymore and she could get off with the lads. Emily could feel the tingle from her face move through her body and felt herself growing wet. Thoughts of how good it would be to finally fuck someone made her start to bring her hand to her pussy. Thoughts of her blowing boys in the school bathroom, like a chav slut.
That's when she noticed her hand on her book and she snapped back to reality, fear and horror took over as she watched sexy pink acrylics form on her fingers.
Emily brought her hands to her hair as her mind was suddenly bombarded with new wants and desires. A battle was raging in her head, she was Emily, she was smart. No, she was a chav slut who needed a shag. She was going to University. Opinions shifted and changed in her head. Why the fuck was she wasting her time at school. School was boring, what did she need school for? Emily could feel her lips start to puff out like she'd just gotten lip filler as a bronze glow spread across her skin.
Warring thoughts of 'please no, what's happening', and 'I bet these will feel great wrapped around a cock' brought equal measures of pain and pleasure. Emily knew she had to fight it, but she didn't know why. Why fight? She was a chav slut, right? Getting wrecked and fucking lads was all that mattered? Not being some prissy virgin loser? Why had she been so bitchy to Becca? She really was just like her. Or she wanted to be right? But Emily hated the chav look? Then why was feeling so jealous of her hot former bestie?
Emily didn't know how long she had been asleep, she must have blacked out; from the pain or pleasure, she didn't know. All that mattered was that everything was clear, she knew what mattered and who she really was. She was a slag, a slut and a chav. Emily brought her nails to her juicy and plump lips. She loved how sexy they looked, she knew they would look great wrapped around a big cock. Emily knew what she needed, and it wasn't books or an education, it was a party with fits lads and booze. The only problem was, whatever had changed her hadn't changed her wardrobe or bedroom. She had barely any makeup and her clothes were shit.
A smile formed on her newly inflated lips as she remembered Becca had said to message her. She laughed and thought 'that bitch knew this was going to happen.' Emily grabbed her phone and started typing.
[Babes I'm like proper sorry. You were like so right! Thks for like whatever the fuck you did to me. I luv it!!! but I need your help! my stuff is total shit and they're ain't no way I'm wasting another weekend stuck in the house!]
20 Minutes later Emily was sitting in Becca's bedroom. It had changed since the last time she had been there, changed as she had or as they both had Emily thought with a smile. Gone were the trophies and stuffed animals, now it was all pink with stuffed wardrobes full of skimpy outfits and the desk had been replaced with a vanity.
Emily was trying to listen as Becca bubbled with excitement explaining what was happening to her, but she had this uneasy feeling at the back of her mind like her body needed something, something other than a lad inside her.
"Basically it's like magic babe, same thing happened to me, that's happenin' to you. Except you have this sexy bitch to help you out right? Some random bitch scratched me with her nails and my whole life just started changin' But it only works on your body 'n mind. You might still have the old you pop back in at the start. That's how I got caught sucking off Dylan O in the girls. The old me popped back n started freaking out. Perv-master Smith heard" Emily was getting impatient and annoyed, she was craving something she just didn't know what, but Becca kept going on. "It's like you change overnight, I was even more of slag than I am now those first few weeks if that's possible. Takes you a bit 'til you learn how to control it"
Becca stopped at this point in her story and lit a cigarette, the moment Emily smelt the smoke she knew what she was craving. She needed a fag. She knew old her would be horrified. She always hated the smell and had mocked the smokers needing their 'nic fix' in between classes, but Chav Emily knew she was desperate for a smoke. It made a weird sort of sense if what Becca said was true about her scratch changing your body and mind. Everyone knew that chav girls smoked or at least vaped so it made sense to Emily that she would too.
"Becca babes, give us one of those would you?"
"What? One of these?" Becca said waving her cigarette in front of Emily's face. "Didn't you use to say it was disgusting and only idiots started smoking" Emily knew she did use to say and believe that, but that was the old her, new her knew instinctively she was gasping for fag. Her body needed it.
"Please Becca, I'm like proper desperate, just a drag"
"I'm only messing with you, help yourself, but only for tonight, you'll need to get your own." Becca tossed the pack and lighter to Emily and instinct took over, her body and mind already knew what to do. Emily put her first-ever cigarette in her mouth and lit it inhaling deep as a sense of relief washed over her.
Logically she knew this was her first time smoking, and she should have been coughing and feeling ill. Her body on the other hand felt like she had done this thousands of times before, but had just been deprived of nicotine for too long.
"Fuck I needed this" said Emily as she slowly exhaled. “Thanks, babe.”
Becca took a picture while she was blowing out the smoke, "You look so fucking hot with a fag. We've gotta start posting on insta, let the fellas know there's a new girl on the estate." Emily loved the idea, she couldn't wait to get fucked up and hit the town. Thinking about the old her filled her with anger, just a pathetic loser nerd who didn't know how to have fun. She had lost time to make up for and wanted to destroy her old self-image. To make sure no one ever remembered what she used to be like.
Emily spent the next hour getting ready at Becca's. Her hands moved automatically as she applied thick layers of makeup, drew on her eyebrows and added her new false lashes. Putting on a pair of Becca’s oversized hoop earrings made her shiver with pleasure. The only time she paused was for another fag or to swig from the bottle of vodka Becca had handed her. Becca couldn't help but admire how hot she looked, she stared at herself in disbelief that she was the same girl as before. Tanned and covered in makeup she finally felt like she belonged.
Laying down on the bed Emily took a picture for her feed with the caption. Gurls lock up you men ;). Updating her profile she rolled her eyes at the old shit she used to post. 'Arsty' skyline pictures and photos of her cat called Lace, she couldn't believe she'd ever thought she been so cool for naming her after Ada Lovelace, she really had been a pretentious twat.
By the time Emily was dressed she was already feeling a little drunk and it was only 5pm, but Becca had said they needed to get going. Becca and her other mates were meeting in the park before heading out for pre-drinks. Emily couldn't tell if she was nervous or excited, Becca was the only person who knew she was a proper chav now, she didn't know how her mates would react to seeing the changes from the stuck up little bitch she used to be. Emily figured if it came to she'd just have to give them a kicking if they got too mouthy with her.
On the way Becca said they needed to stop for supplies at the corner shop. While Becca was getting the stuff Emily slipped a bottle of wine into her handbag; she had never stolen anything before, but the act gave her a thrill, she could feel her nipples getting hard because she was doing something she knew was wrong, something that carried an element of danger if she got caught. She couldn't help but turn towards the security camera and pose for the old man who owned the shop.
Emily laughed to herself that she was likely to give the old bloke either a hard-on or a heart attack if he saw it later.
Emily was exhilarated leaving the shop, she couldn't remember the last time she’d had this much fun. She staggered and laughed as she opened her bag to show Becca what she had done.
“Your turning into a proper bad bitch Emz! I'm proper glad we’re mates again!” The name hit Emily and sunk in, ‘Emz’ fit way better for a girl like her. Emily was a name for nerd, Emz was a proper name for a chav like her.
“You’re not like mad or anything that I've done this to you?” said Becca with a serious look in her eye.
“Babe I'm pissed” said Emily trying to match Becca’s serious expression before bursting out into laughter. “Pissed you didn't do it sooner ‘n pissed I didn't get tits like yours!” Emz lurched forward and grabbed Becca’s tits to emphasize her point not caring that she was in the middle of the street where everyone could see. A middle-aged woman pushing a pram tutted as she passed and Emz responded without thinking. "You got a problem or somethin' you frigid old cunt?" Both girls laughed as they made their way down the street.
As they got closer to the park, both girls turned when they heard, "Oi, oi Bex, you're looking tight tonight." Emz recognised him. It took her a second to place his name. It was Darren. He had been in the year above her at school. What Emz had never realised before was just how fit he was.
Darren wrapped his arm around Becca. "Who's this gorgeous little tart, then? I don't recognise her."
"This is my mate Emz." holding her cigarette Emz did a little spin so Darren could properly check her out and added, "You like what you see then hansom?"
"Wait, I know you, ain't you that bitch who grassed on me for knocking the shite out of Joey Monson?" Emz was that bitch or rather Emily had been. At the time she had been appaled by the violence, now she just found it funny and a little bit of a turn-on. Luckily Becca, was there to defend her.
"Yeah, but she ain't like that no more, she's proper sorry about that, ain't ya babes?"
"Proper soz, I was a cow back then, but like Bex says I ain't like that no more." Emz took a long drag on her cigarette to emphasise the point.
"what say you make it up to me then?" Darren stepped away from Becca toward Emz and adjusted his cock. Emz could tell from the bulge that in his tracksuit bottoms that he must have been packing a monster. Playing cot she responded while licking her lip.
"whatcha have in mind then babe?" Darren came closer again and put his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her arse and giving it a squeeze.
"Why don't you come with me and I'll show ya. Emz could feel herself getting wet, and realised that she was gagging for it.
"Lead the way then lover boy." she said with a smirk as Darren started guiding towards the back of an abandoned house.
What was left of the garden was overgrown and full of rubbish. Darren positioned himself against the wall and dropped his bottoms and boxers. Emz was transfixed, she could honestly say she had never seen a cock so big before, hell she had never seen any cock in real life before, but she knew enough to know his was a monster. Her mouth instinctively opened at the sight of it, her body already knowing what it wanted and needed.
"You just gonna stand there 'n look at it? Or are ya still too much of a prude? Emz walked up to Darren and started making out with him as she used her hand to stroke his cock. Breaking the kiss she purred in his ear, "Let's find out." She could feel him getting harder each time she moved her hand up and down. His firmness felt like it belonged in her hand. She could tell Darren was enjoying it and that only turned her on more. Emz was vaguely aware that Becca was watching and had her phone in her hand, but she was more focused on how pretty her nails looked wrapped around his member than what Becca was doing. Her hand seem so small in comparison.
"What ya waiting for slut, on your knees" Emz felt a shiver of pleasure run through her as Darren called her a slut. As she did what he told her and got to her knees she used one hand to hold her hair behind her head and then ran her tongue along the underside of his dick before putter her mouth over the tip.
"mmmm fuck, you really are a dirty little slut now." each word he spoke only made Emz wetter and she brought her free hand to pussy and began rubbing. She had never felt as horny in her life, giving her first blowjob to some lad she hardly knew behind a building. She loved the feeling of his cock against her inflated lips and understood now why they were called DSLs.
Becca was sitting a short distance away swigging from the bottle Emz had stolen earlier.
Part of her felt she should feel bad for what she had done to Emily, but she just didn't. She knew Emz would be happier this way and she looked like she was having fun with her hand in her panties and the enthusiasm she had as her head bopped up and down. Becca could feel her nipples getting hard watching her former goodie two-shoes friend suck cock like a pro. Reaching into her pocket Becca took out her phone and started recording.
Darren brought his hand to the back of her head and forced his cock further down her throat. Emz fought the urge to gag and was able to suppress it as saliva dripped down her chin. Moving her head back and forth faster she heard him say "You fucking love that don't you slag?" Emz broke momentarily from sucking him off and between gasps for air said "I fucking love it." With Darren's rock hard cock back in her mouth he said. "Tell me you're a dirty little slut who loves my big cock" Breaking off again Emz repeated what he said, "I'm a dirty little slut who loves your big cock." She could feel his cock twitch when she gulped on it once more and she knew he was nearing cumming. Emz was close too, her fingers were gliding in and out of her wet slit faster and faster. "Tell me again, Tell me what you are!"
"I'm a slut" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan.
"I'm a whore" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan.
"I'm a bitch" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan. The cycle repeated. Emz was so close to cumming, every word she spoke took her closer to the edge.
"I'm just" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan "a chav" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan "slut" Rub, gulp, twitch, moan, CUM. Emz felt Darren's load hit the back of her mouth and it caused her to moan out in pleasure as she came along with him. She sat back on the ground trying to catch her breath and could feel a dribble of his cum she wasn't able to swallow drip on her tits. She felt giddy, she felt numb, she felt pins and needles on every millimetre of her skin, she felt incredible.
