	Superslut
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On the surface, Judith was a plain girl. She wore wire-
framed spectacles that were more obviously functional 
than decorative, a blouse and knee-length skirt that hid 
rather than flaunted her beauty, and her hair was pulled 
back in severe plaits that robbed it of any hint of flirtatious 
pride.

But underneath, although nobody knew it, was hidden 
Superslut. Like Judith, she was a first year Biochemistry 
student at Exeter University, but one who would indulge in 
any act of sexual and lascivious debauchery wherever and 
whenever the opportunity occurred. A girl who just didn't 
know how to say no. A girl with which any man could 
easily have his wicked way. And a girl who would gladly 
go to any extreme. She would take a man's cock in her 
mouth, her cunt or her arse. She would let spunk dribble 
down her chin and chest. She would let a man, any man, 
any combination of men, fuck her until there was no more 
spunk to spare.

Except, of course, that 'Superslut' was an alter ego that 
Judith had yet to unleash on the world. In fact, it was an 
alter ego that existed only in Judith's mind. One she 
carried around with her all the time, but just not had the 
courage to bring to life. For, in truth, Judith was still a 
virgin. Indeed, she had never been kissed. She was so far 
from being Superslut that she wondered whether this 
secret side of her would ever see the light of day. 

It hadn't been easy for Judith to become aware of the 
sluttish side of character, if it could even be said to really 
exist. The requirements of her faith?or at least the faith 
she'd been born with and had lived with all her life?
ensured that. It occupied all her spare time when she was 
not studying and, in the process, struggled to reconcile the 
book of Genesis?and, in particular, the first few 
chapters?with scientific doctrine.  Everything she was 
taught pointed her in a direction contrary to the exact and 
literal word of the Gospel.

Her religious duties were demanding. She had her thrice-
weekly attendance with the congregation at the Exeter 
Kingdom Hall near the city centre. She had the obligation 
to spread the good word in the form of The Watchtower 
magazine?a duty she observed as rarely as she could get 
away with, having endured a lifetime of doorstep rejection 
accompanying her mother in the streets of Middlesbrough. 
She had tedious biblical texts to memorise: never the ones 
where there was much of the sex and violence?of which 
the Bible had plenty?but ones that served to reinforce the 
arcane dogma of a faith she was beginning to question. 
Indeed, now she lived hundreds of miles from her home, 
the grip of her faith was steadily weakening. She even 
wondered whether hawking copies of The Watchtower and 
the drawn-out doorstep debates were really the proof of 
faith that guaranteed her a future seat in paradise. 

However, Judith was as frightened of revealing herself as 
an agnostic almost as much as she was of bringing to life 
her alter ego, Superslut. She feared her mother's reaction. 
She was frightened of the disgrace of disfellowship and the 
shame it would bring to her family. 

On the other hand, here she was, far from home, 
surrounded by people her own age that her mother would 
characterise as jezebels, idolaters and heathens, and she 
could do whatever she damned well liked. 

All the same, the pressure to conform to her faith was 
overwhelming. It came from the congregation at the Exeter 
Kingdom Hall, the tiny University Jehovah's Witness 
Society (JWSoc) and almost every other day from the 
letters she received from her mother. How could she tell 
her mother, who she loved so dearly, that rather than being 
horrified by the sight of bared flesh, the temptation it 
presented, and the opportunity to download obscene 
images off the internet, she found it all very exciting? 

It had been a revelation to her, far more so than anything 
written by St John, to view not only images of naked 
figures, which she'd already seen in art galleries, but 
sexual acts that often went far beyond what was necessary 
to go forth and multiply. Even what she had seen on 
television in the students' lounge hadn't prepared her for 
the acts of gross depravity she had seen on the internet. 
And contrary to her mother's expectation that Judith would 
unerringly reject such foulness and hedonism, she had 
developed an appetite for it. And her alter ego of Superslut 
fully intended to satisfy that appetite. 

If only she had the courage to actually do something about 
it.

In the meantime she had her religious duties to observe. At 
least they kept her busy when she wasn't studying.

"Yes, I'll accompany you," she told Linus after the JWSoc 
meeting. 

It had been another excruciating debate, led by Naomi, 
which once again attempted to elucidate the meaning of 
the 'imminence' of the Great Tribulation and inevitably 
resolved itself in metaphor and wishful thinking. How 
could something as critical as the end of the world be so 
dull? But when faced with Linus' request that someone 
accompany him to propagate the word of the Lord and 
distribute copies of The Watchtower, Judith jumped at the 
opportunity. After all, Linus was by far the most attractive 
man in the society. In fact, with the exception of Aaron, 
who was a wheelchair-bound mess of neuroses, Linus was 
the only man in the Jehovah's Witness Society. Perhaps he 
would be the one who would bring Superslut into the 
world?

In most circles, Linus would not be thought much of a 
catch. Amongst the half-dozen or so Jehovah's Witnesses 
at the university, he was pretty much all there was. He 
dressed so conservatively that he resembled an actor for a 
period drama. Judith could think of no one else on campus 
who wore a tie. He was tall, gangling and acne-ridden. He 
took his religion absurdly seriously, although not 
noticeably more so than Naomi, Miriam, Bethany or the 
other women who made up the majority of the campus 
congregation.

Linus probably expected Bethany to be the one to 
volunteer for the duty. She was a fat woman whose choice 
of clothes was not only conservative but ill-fitting and 
whose dedication to the most tedious aspects of faith must 
surely put her amongst the lucky anointed. It had already 
been commented that Judith was lacklustre in her 
commitment, so he probably assumed she had volunteered 
to recompense.

The following afternoon, Judith and Linus spent several 
hours trailing around the streets of Exeter where they 
knocked on front doors and, with a cheeriness of 
disposition and a huge weight of magazines, pamphlets 
and bibles, sought to impart the good news of Christ's 
coming and the imminent Great Tribulation. However, the 
good people of Exeter were as indifferent, uninterested or 
even hostile as those of Middlesbrough. The only ones 
who gave them any time at all, and to which Judith and 
Linus kept engaged with resigned desperation, were very 
old people, who were dreadfully lonely and hardly 
bothered at all that the faith of the Jehovah's Witnesses 
was any different to any other protestant faith. One old 
lady was convinced that they were answerable to the Pope 
who she reminded them many times had once been a 
member of the Hitler Youth. 

"Is that why you dress like you do?" she asked. "Is it 
because the Pope is a Nazi?"

Linus shook his head at Judith as they made their way 
back to the students' lodgings where he lived and which 
wasn't too far from where Judith lodged. 

"No one ever said the road to salvation was easy!" he 
joked.

This, in fact, was the first joke he'd made all afternoon in 
the dispiriting and daunting procession of streets and 
doorsteps. Most of his conversation had been with the 
people they were petitioning and focused on his incredulity 
at the evolution heresy, his horror at the practice of 
abortion, and, more topically, his rejection of war, for 
whatever purpose, even in the heathen Middle East. 
Nevertheless, Judith grabbed at this small evidence of 
levity as a good sign. Perhaps the desire she had rehearsed 
in her mind as she watched Linus proselytise on the 
equally heathen streets of Exeter would be realised. Today 
would be the day her secret alter ego would be unleashed.

"Are you going to invite me in for coffee?" she asked 
boldly when it was more than obvious that he wasn't going 
to do anything of the sort.

"Coffee!" said Linus aghast. "I take no drugs of any kind."

"Not even decaffeinated?" wondered Judith, who had 
developed quite a taste for coffee since leaving 
Middlesbrough. 

"I have some herbal tea-bags," Linus assented.

"That sounds nice," said Judith, already more forward than 
the average woman in her congregation, although far short 
of the forwardness of Superslut. "I'm sure it'll be very 
tasty."

Although Linus had agreed to invite Judith to his small 
student bedroom for a cup of camomile tea, he was 
noticeably nervous. Judith wondered whether Bethany or 
Naomi had ever got this far, but she knew that even had 
they done so it was unlikely that they had thoughts as 
lascivious as the ones Judith was entertaining.

It was more than apparent that Linus' sole intention was to 
dispense herbal tea and discuss the outcome of their door-
to-door witnessing. It was an effort for Judith to direct the 
conversation to other matters, by asking him about his 
home in Sutton and his degree in Computer Science. Even 
when discussing such subjects, however, Linus had the 
irritating habit of finding a religious perspective, not least 
of all in the sinfulness of the students who, instead of 
studying the intricacies of object-oriented analysis and 
design, would spend hours playing computer games. 

"These games are of the foulest kind you can imagine!" 
Linus said. "They are libidinous, violent and blasphemous. 
Yes, even blasphemous by the liberal values of the Church 
of England or the Church of Rome, for they feature 
goblins, trolls and demons which by rights should stay 
imprisoned in Hell."

Judith knew exactly what these games were like, although 
she'd never played them. But the images of semi-clad 
heroines battling it out against demons with guns and 
grenade-launchers made her feel strangely excited.

"Do you want to make love to me?" she suddenly asked in 
a low barely audible voice. 

Where had that come from? Clearly, her alter ego was not 
as well-concealed as Judith thought. But the truth was that 
she wasn't really at all upset that Superslut had sprung out 
of the shadows. Maybe it would facilitate the release of 
passion she so craved.

Linus was shocked. In fact, he went very visibly pale. His 
acne-scars stood out blue and grey against his unhealthy 
white skin.

"What did you say?"

Judith repeated herself, surprised at her uncharacteristic 
boldness. "Do you want to fuck... make love to me?"

Linus froze on his chair and stared down at his hands 
clasped in his lap. This was a tense moment that went on 
for rather longer than Judith had ever imagined possible. 
When would he look up and, true to the form of all men, 
which her mother, the internet and the Bible had assured 
her were driven by desire and lust rather than reason, say 
"Yes. Yes. Yes!" And then they could fling themselves on 
the bed and Linus would fuck her just like all those porn 
stars did on the internet. Perhaps Linus had a penis as big 
as they did. She would love to find out.

Linus eventually raised his head and looked at Judith sadly 
and even pityingly.

"I shall pretend I haven't heard you," he said slowly and 
evenly. "I shall tell no one in the congregation or in 
JWSoc, as I have no wish to see you marked or reproved. 
You have committed the foul and unspeakable sin of lust, 
for which you cannot be forgiven, but the Lord is strong 
within me and I believe he would see this as a test of the 
strength of my faith. You are surrounded by heathens and 
atheists, so it is only natural that you should fall into error. 
Please go now and I shall make no future reference to this 
transgression."

Judith was ashamed and embarrassed as she made her 
unaccompanied way out of Linus' student dwellings and 
from there through the streets of Exeter. There was a part 
of her that regretted her lasciviousness and 
presumptuousness, but the loudest voice in her head was 
one which celebrated Superslut and was more concerned 
about the failure of her blatant solicitation than at the fact 
it had been done at all.

Judith was sure a gulf was opening between her and the 
other Jehovah's Witnesses at the university, and this 
incident would serve only to make that gulf larger. 
However, the greatest cause for this was less her 
sluttishness?which to his credit Linus did keep a secret?
but the fact that Judith didn't really enjoy spending much 
time with her co-believers and made the unforgivable error 
of befriending students who were not Jehovah's Witnesses. 
Indeed, there was one who was not even within the bounds 
of the Christian faith.

In truth, Judith had few enough friends at university and 
this was less a result of shyness but more because her 
conservative appearance made most students feel 
uncomfortable. Furthermore, she didn't drink, didn't 
smoke, didn't party, didn't play sports, and didn't have any 
knowledge of popular culture. However, she was an 
amiable enough girl and, unlike the other members of 
JWSoc, didn't proselytise or indeed make any reference to 
her religion. None of them, of course, knew that she was 
also Superslut, who'd gladly take any cock in her mouth 
and would wade in buckets of spunk if only she had the 
opportunity.

Kulthoom was a Muslim. An Indian Muslim, at that, but 
scarcely a girl who paraded her religion. Indeed, she was 
one of those students who Judith's mother would most 
unreservedly describe as a jezebel. She displayed more of 
her brown skin than even the average female student and 
frequently sprinkled her conversation with profanities and 
even obscenities. Neither attribute would endear her to 
Judith's congregation. In fact, she would be considered 
utterly unsuitable as a friend for Judith by her mother and 
even her father, who so rarely expressed any opinion of his 
own.

"Why so glum?" asked Kulthoom, after a seminar on 
enzymes where Judith had been even more reserved than 
usual.

Judith wasn't prepared for this question and had no answer 
ready. She certainly didn't expect to suddenly burst into 
tears within full sight of a couple of the boys from her 
seminar.

"Oh, Judith," said Kulthoom with sympathy. "Come along. 
Let's find somewhere to sit and talk. You're not pregnant 
or something, are you?"

"Pregnant?" gasped Judith, wondering all of a sudden 
whether it was after all true that you could get pregnant 
from sitting on toilet seats. "No. No. It's nothing."

"Well, it's clearly not nothing, Judith," Kulthoom 
continued. "I'm sorry about mentioning pregnancy. It's just 
a couple of friends... Well, it happens... I just wondered... I 
know you're not the sort of girl who'd get pregnant."

"More's the pity!" exclaimed Judith bitterly and firmly, and 
her tears gushed out with less constraint, accompanied by 
throaty gulps. Where had this come from? Superslut would 
never have such inexplicable emotions. So, why did 
Judith?

Kulthoom sighed. "You're frustrated by not having a 
boyfriend, aren't you?" she asked sympathetically.

Judith nodded. "I never meet any boys. I can never get to 
know them. I'm going to die a spinster."

"Don't be silly!" said Kulthoom. "Finding boys is easy. But 
not when you dress the way you do. Nor when you never 
go out anywhere."

"What can I do?" Judith sniffed miserably. 

Kulthoom directed Judith to a seat and sat next to her. 
"Well, by not feeling sorry for yourself for a start. Look, 
I'm going to a club this Saturday. You fancy going? 
There's a good chance that Eddie Halliwell will be DJing. 
But, even if he isn't, it'll be banging."

"A club?"

"A night club. Where there'll be dancing and stuff. It's 
mostly techno and trance. It'll be good."

"Will it?"

"And there'll be loads of boys there."

"Really?" said Judith, visibly cheering up.

"Yeah. You fancy it?"

"Erm... Yes. Perhaps."

"You'll need to put on better clothes, though," Kulthoom 
remarked. "They won't let you in dressed like some kind of 
fifties throwback."

"What sort of clothes?" asked a visibly alarmed Judith. 
"All my clothes are like this."

"Fuck's sake!" said Kulthoom, suddenly exasperated. "I 
only wondered if you wanted to come with me to the club. 
Do you really have nothing else to wear?"

Judith nodded sadly.

"Okay! Okay! I can go shopping with you as well. Get you 
some decent clothes to wear. We'll have to go to the 
arcade. When's a good time for you?"

It was the first time that Judith had ever entered any of the 
clothes shops that Kulthoom took her to, but they were 
shops where she was sure Superslut would be comfortable. 
She almost hoped that Kulthoom would take her into Ann 
Summers to look at erotic lingerie, but that was a step too 
far. Anyway, the ones they did go into sold clothes that 
were far more revealing than any Judith had worn in her 
life. At first she was very reluctant to try on the clothes in 
the little changing rooms, but Kulthoom insisted. She also 
persuaded Judith to unplait her hair so she didn't look quite 
so odd, even though her clumsy clothes did cause a few 
eyebrows to be raised when they entered the clothes shops.

In actual fact, Judith didn't choose any of the clothes she 
bought. It was Kulthoom who decided what Judith should 
buy and none of these were remotely like any clothes 
Judith had ever worn before, but, as Judith secretly noted, 
were certainly suitable for Superslut. They were slightly 
more revealing than the clothes Kulthoom wore on 
campus, but were not by any means outrageous. These 
were a short-cropped tee-shirt, a short denim skirt, a garish 
plastic handbag and small bootees with more heel than 
Judith usually wore, but not so much as to make dancing 
an improbability.

"So, let's look at you, girl!" said Kulthoom standing 
outside the changing rooms in front of the mirror. Judith 
nervously and awkwardly strode back and forth in her new 
clothes, actually rather liking the image she saw of herself. 
Superslut was poised and ready to spring into action. Her 
arms were bare, her midriff was bare, and her legs were 
bare from the ankles to very nearly the top of the thigh. If 
her mother could see her now... Or any of the Exeter 
Kingdom Hall... Or any Jehovah's Witness...

"I don't think anyone would recognise you," commented 
Kulthoom, unconsciously echoing Judith's thoughts. "You 
look totally different. Yeah, I think we'll be able to do the 
business. The boys at the club won't know what's hit 
them."

When Saturday came, Judith walked across Exeter to 
Kulthoom's lodgings: a four-bedroom flat she shared with 
three other girls. She didn't dare wear her new clothes. She 
carried them instead in a carrier bag, which she thought in 
itself was a clarion call to the world that she had been into 
some wholly disreputable shops, but thankfully she met no 
one she knew who was likely to comment. She changed in 
Kulthoom's room, feeling nervous and jittery but 
comforted by her friend's reassuring remarks. She even let 
Kulthoom adorn her with lipstick and blue eye make-up. 
The image in the mirror was definitely that of Superslut 
and not of plainly-dressed Judith, Biochemistry student 
and Jehovah's Witness.

"What time do we go to the club?" asked Judith.

"Not till after midnight."

"Midnight?" said Judith aghast. That would take her into 
Sunday, the day of rest. 

"Well, don't worry," said Kulthoom, picking up her 
handbag and slinging it over her shoulder. "We don't have 
to wait here till then. I've arranged to meet some friends at 
the pub."

"The pub?" 

This was even worse. Not only was she dressed like a slut 
and intending to dance on the Sabbath, she was also going 
to enter a den of iniquity where there was drinking, 
smoking and, no doubt, other debauchery. However, since 
Superslut wouldn't object to such things, why should she?

Although Judith did her best to hide it, her evening was 
one of acute embarrassment and awkwardness. Thankfully, 
everywhere was so noisy, everyone so distracted and 
everything so chaotic that nobody noticed how much 
Judith was really not enjoying herself. At least, she was 
dressed appropriately for her company. Kulthoom dressed 
more immodestly than even she, with virtually only shorts 
and a bra. Her girlfriends, and there were so many of them, 
dressed much the same. Some were Asian, one was black, 
but most of her friends were white like Judith. But it 
wasn't easy to have any conversation with any of them, 
especially as it was so very noisy.

"What are you drinking?" asked one of Kulthoom's 
friends.

"I'm not sure," said Judith honestly. "Orange juice. Fruit 
juice. Something like that."

"J2O, then," said the girl, teetering on her heels and 
heading to the bar through an unmannerly scrum of 
immodestly dressed young women and leering young men.

And so, Judith's first experience of alcohol was in the form 
of alcopops, a concoction she'd never been warned of and 
had never heard of. And that, with the noise, the bright 
lights, the smell of perspiration, made the evening even 
more chaotic. The little shouted conversation she had was 
far from profound and was generally merely to confirm 
that she was a friend of Kulthoom and studied the same 
subject at university. There was no opportunity for her to 
mention her religion, how this was her first time dressed as 
Superslut and how totally out of her depth she was.

Judith's confusion was only intensified when?after 
stretching out her alcopops to several hours and still 
feeling giddy and light-headed?she found herself queuing 
for more than half an hour in wholly the wrong clothes for 
the night temperature. She was then let into a night club 
whose entrance fee cost her almost as much as the train-
fare to Middlesbrough. And once inside, it was far worse 
than her ordeal in the pub had prepared her for.

It was both too bright and too dark under the bizarre 
lighting. It was certainly too crowded and, most of all, it 
was too loud. Judith had had very little exposure to 
contemporary dance music. What little she'd heard usually 
leaked out of iPods or car stereos and she'd never been 
able to make any sense of it. Now she was wholly 
immersed in it and it was incredibly loud. More than that, 
the massive bass rhythm thundered inside Judith's bared 
stomach and its sheer volume shook her teeth. Its only 
consolation was that, by making conversation even more 
difficult, it spared her the embarrassment of anyone 
attempting to converse with her. 

Judith imagined Hell was probably pretty much like this. 
A confusion of lights and demonic noise, while all around 
her was more bared flesh than she'd ever anticipated. No 
one was actually naked as such, but so much skin was on 
display from the men and women dancing to the 
thunderous music that there was little left to the 
imagination. And in no time at all, Judith lost sight of 
Kulthoom and her friends. 

As Judith wandered about the club, skirting the huge 
dance-floor, past the chill-out room, around the perimeter 
of the central podium, she became less and less sure of 
herself. She might imagine herself as Superslut, ready to 
rock and roll, and gagging for a fuck, but her 
overwhelming sensation was of disorientation and 
confusion. And the men, the object of her desire: they 
approached her like lunatics, swaying and gurning and 
staggering, often in some kind of sympathy to the music 
emanating from the DJ's turntables high above the dance-
floor. This was not the invitation to romance that a virgin 
like Judith could contemplate. Even if she was secretly 
Superslut. 

Eventually, Judith could bear it no longer and was 
thoroughly relieved when by chance she stumbled out of 
the club and was back in the open-air. No more of the 
teeth-grating noise that still buzzed residually in her ears. 
No more press of flesh against hers as she dodged past the 
flailing dancers. No more puddles of beer to avoid slipping 
in. No more maelstroms of strobing bright lights.

But, despite her relief at being free from Hell in the 
corporeal world, she was also aware that she was lost in 
Exeter. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know 
how to get home. She didn't know whether there were any 
buses to catch, although being after midnight she thought 
it unlikely. And, worst of all, she was dressed as Superslut 
and the clothes belonging to Judith the Jehovah's Witness, 
who was the one who lived in her student lodging, were 
still lying on the bed in Kulthoom's flat. It was enough to 
make her swear.

Judith practised a few profanities. "Fuck! Shit! Bugger! 
Damn! Arsehole!" Although she was sure that each of 
them was enough to condemn her to an eternity of hell-fire 
and in combination would increase her torments a billion-
fold, letting loose a stream of invective, however poorly 
she understood the words, did make her feel better.

But the comfort it gave her didn't last very long, and soon 
she was crouched on a bench by the canal, shivering in her 
few clothes, a face collapsed in wretchedness and hair 
plastered over her face. And then, as if this humiliation 
and disgrace wasn't enough, it started to drizzle.

"Oh no!" cried Judith, who found that swear-words were 
definitely no substitute for an umbrella or a water-proof.

"Judith! It is you, isn't it?" she heard a man's voice. "I 
could hardly recognise you. What are you doing here?"

Judith raised her head and squinted at the dark figure of a 
young man through her wire-framed spectacles (about the 
only thing she was wearing in her alter ego of Superslut 
that was what she'd normally wear). It was Yu, a student 
from her Viruses and Bacteria course. He was Chinese in 
ethnic origin, but spoke with a distinct Home Counties 
accent.

"I've just been to the night club," said Judith through a 
voice choked with gulped phlegm, just as her face was 
streaked by tears.

"You have?" said Yu, surprised. "I really wouldn't have 
thought... But you're going to get soaked if you stay out 
here. It looks like it might actually rain for real. Where's 
your lodging?"

"I don't know."

"Sorry?"

"I'm lost. I don't know where I am. I went to this night 
club... I shouldn't have... I was so..." spluttered Judith, and 
then she burst into tears.

It was inevitable that Yu should take Judith back to the 
small bedsit he rented in the town centre. He couldn't very 
well leave Judith on the bench by the canal, especially 
when, while they were speaking, there was a sudden squall 
of rain in amongst the drizzle that, although it lasted very 
little time at all, was a harbinger of more inclement 
weather to come. Judith was very nearly delirious. The 
combination of the alcopops she'd drunk and her 
disorientation left her in a state that Yu attributed to a 
much greater degree of hedonistic abandon than that to 
which Judith had actually acquainted herself.

Judith wasn't even properly aware of her surroundings 
when her distress subsided sufficiently for her to study 
them. What had Superslut let her in for? What fresh sins 
had she committed? 

In fact, Yu's room was about as innocent as any student's 
could be. There were books and folders scattered about the 
shelves and around a small laptop computer. Posters on 
the wall celebrated Arsenal football club and last year's 
World Cup. The CDs piled up by the stereo system 
featured rock music unfamiliar to Judith, but unlikely to 
have been played at the night club. He was sitting on the 
bed, nursing a cup of coffee, while Judith noticed she was 
sitting on an armchair with a cold cup of coffee and 
biscuits in front of her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Judith blurted. "I really shouldn't 
have..."

"Shall I order you a taxi?" Yu asked.

"A taxi?" Judith wondered. 

"Well, you'll want to go home, won't you?" Yu remarked.

Judith considered this momentarily. Did she want to go 
back to her lodgings? She thought about the implications. 
Her clothes were at Kulthoom's flat. The clothes she was 
wearing would precipitate a confrontation with her co-
believers that she was ill-prepared for. She was slightly 
drunk and she'd not achieved anything that she'd hoped to 
from this evening. And what was it that she'd wanted to 
achieve? What did she hope to get by letting loose her alter 
ego into the world? 

Judith looked up at Yu. He was a nice boy. Very nice. 
Short, perhaps. Certainly shorter than Linus. Judith hadn't 
really spoken to him much before, even though he was in 
the same lectures and seminars as her. But he was in full 
possession, Judith was sure, of whatever it was that made 
him a man. And he'd treated her with kindness.

What would Superslut say?

"I think I'd rather stay here," said Judith with more 
firmness than she'd expected, tugging at her top in the first 
of a series of movements that would prepare her for bed. 

And, unlike Linus, there was no resistance from Yu, who 
must have, to a certain extent, half-expected what was to 
come. 

It was at this point that Superslut finally revealed herself. 
Judith had been right to believe that inside her was another 
girl, eager to be set free, who would have the carnal 
appetite that would overwhelm, well, certainly Yu. And 
although it was Judith's first time?and rather more 
painful than she'd anticipated?the passion she harboured 
was at least as great as Judith had imagined.

In practice, Judith was rather less wanton than she'd 
imagined Superslut would be. She didn't indulge in anal 
intercourse nor did she let her face be pasted by semen; not 
that it occurred to Yu that this was a necessary part of their 
love-making nor did he offer it up as an option to her. The 
love-making (and it felt rather more like that than 
'fucking') was actually quite gentle and slow for most of 
the time. Even languid. And the most physical and 
passionate phases of it, during the thrusting in the 
prescribed missionary position, was punctuated with rather 
fewer of the obscenities and grunts that Judith had 
expected.

And it was on this day, also, that Superslut died. While 
Judith rested in Yu's bed, her head nestled on his bare 
chest and her legs entwined around his, she decided that 
the love she wanted was probably not, after all, anything 
like that she'd imagined it would be. She'd be far happier 
with one man, rather than several. She'd be more content 
to get to know the man in her life as a person, rather than 
as just a fuck-machine. Not only was she not ready for 
Superslut, it was also the case that Superslut wasn't really 
what she wanted to be.

She turned to face Yu, who was stirring. His eyes opened 
slightly, but he wasn't really awake.

Judith put a hand on his penis, which she was pleased to 
see was half-tumescent and would take very little effort to 
bring into full life. And then the Sabbath could be properly 
desecrated.

She sidled down Yu's thighs, cupped his testicles in the 
palm of her hand, and took his awakening penis in her 
mouth. "May the Lord bring me sustenance..." said Judith 
to herself, as Yu's penis came very much into life. 

Perhaps Judith wasn't Superslut exactly, but she could 
certainly learn from her alter ego.








