[FR] & [Theory] Schrödinger's Slut

Let me preface this by explaining that I am talking about rape. Well rape stories.

I like telling stories, so I will add a little personal context for those that might be interested in how I developed this idea. If you are uninterested, skip ahead to the theory section.

Background

Over the course of the past few months I plated two ex-BFFs. Their friendship grew apart years ago for a reason unknown to me, which I never cared to learn. One is a self admitted slut. We'll call her Kim. The other is a cheater. Let's call her Jennifer. I know them both through the same loose social circle. Full disclosure, both of them have dropped, which is fine because it was rather exhausting.

Story

Now onto the juicy part. The first time I fucked Kim, she straight out told me that I couldn't touch her pussy because she had been raped. Fine by me. She's rather good at sucking a dick so I don't need much more to get me going. And that's that. We never talked about it again. I had no interest in learning about her. She straight up said that she wanted to get to know me to which I answered something witty along the lines that it would never happen.

Now onto Jennifer. Things were obviously more complicated. I mean, there's some beta-fag boyfriend out there somewhere, that I've already met. Fucking a girl that's already taken requires more effort. First of all, you have to know who would win in a fight instigated by him. If it's you, proceed. If not, get the fuck out of there. So now you've fucked her, but you have to be very discreet. At work I spend a lot of time handling confidential information and that's enough effort on my part. In my personal life, I don't go out of my way to be discreet. It more than likely hampers the power that I exert on others, but I'm working on it. Anyways, back to the story. I get the idea to invite Jennifer over for the weekend so we can play house. Admittedly, I was looking to see if she was worth upgrading, if single, since she hadn't demonstrated any red flags until then. Well other than the cheating. The first evening we have a lot of fun, but she's shit testing me because, well she has a pussy and that's reason enough. All through the evening she's trying to get an emotional reaction out of me. Compassionate is not an adjective people would use to describe me. Eventually she winds up getting very drunk. And emotional. She goes on to tell me about how she was raped as a young teen. Which explains a shit ton actually. She's balling her eyes out. She probably wanted me to pull up Google to search for some fucks to give, cause I had none. Not getting the reaction she wants, she escalates further by saying that even her boyfriend doesn't know about the rape, because it would break his heart. In a moment of drunken clarity I simply state: "You're drunk. I don't care about your stories. Go to bed." The rest of the weekend goes so so, she's unhappy because she couldn't get what she wanted from me. She dropped me shortly after, more than likely because I was way too serious when she was shit testing me. Live and learn.

I come to the realization afterwards that both of these rape stories are the same. As in, they only happened to one of the girls. But the other one is lying to get my sympathy.

Theory

You may wonder what I've learned from all this, other than don't stick your dick in crazy. And that's simple. If a chick tells you a rape story, there's no way that you can confirm if it's true or not. I guess other than if you're the rapist, but I'll exclude that situation. If a girl tells you a rape story, she's Schrödinger's Slut. She's either crazy enough to lie in such a way, which can lead to you being the newest rapist in her story, that she may or may not tell to the cops. Or she was raped. Either way, she's damaged goods. Run bro. Run.