And it would be Katy's curse and blessing to discover that, apart from her looks, she had also inherited from her mother a raging libido.
Being a super horny girl was, in many ways, a damn sight more difficult than being a super horny guy. Terry could go round, shooting his beans up every cunt willing to oblige him; and he was a stud, a jock, a player.
If Katy wanted to tread a similar path, she was a slut, a w***e, a tramp.
But Katy had quickly realised she quite liked being a slut, a w***e and a tramp. And she could pursue sluttiness, whorishness and trampiness to her heart's content, as long as she was smart about how she did it.
First things first, find a suitable number of friends who had similar inclinations, and take advantage of them. That was where girls like Liberty came in.
