A startling revelation

You wake up draped across Sam's hard body. The warmth and the feel of his skin are pleasant enough to distract you from the decidedly less pleasant smell of sweat and other bodily fluids. You really are going to have to do Diana's laundry today...

Sam ls laying on his back, and his eyes are open, staring up at the ceiling. You're getting pretty hungry, and there are the pressing matters of the GAME and the aforementioned laundry to attend to... But those can wait a while, right? You kiss Sam in the nape of his neck, tasting the salty remains of his sweat. "Good morning," you say in a sultry voice, then you lower a hand to caress his abdomen. You lift one knee closer to his groin so you're practically humping his thigh, but he doesn't respond at all. "Aww, did I tire you out that much? I think I can fix that..." You bite him softly in his earlobe as you move your hand down lower, finding his dick. "Cindy..." He doesn't need to speak. You turn his head and kiss him on the lips. But he pulls back from you. "Wait. There's something... We need to talk."

"Ok... What about?" He looks oddly pensive. "I was supposed to knock you up last night." You pull back from him, somewhat stunned. He turns his head to face you. "Mandy and I... We had this GAME. It made it so I'd be able to knock you up by cumming in your ass." You quickly get up from the bed. "What the fuck?! You and that fucking-" You are yelling but he sits up and raises his hands in a placating gesture. "Cindy, please! Just hear me out, ok?" You are simmering with rage, but let him speak. You do take an extra few steps back, though.

"When Mandy talked me into doing all this, I figured, why not? I get one hot bimbo grateful and indebted to me, and another as an actual ****." He cuts you off as you begin to react to his insult. "But, that's not true. I had imagined you as being basically the same as Mandy, especially after your little bitch-off in the bar last night. I mean, fuck..." He places his hands over his eyes and lets himself fall back onto the bed. "But you're not, are you? I mean, you're a bit of a slut, perhaps, but even from one night... You're not Mandy, that much is clear."

You cross your arms, glaring daggers at the double agent. "Oh, fuck off. I know I suck some mean dick, but you don't expect me to believe you've fallen for me or something?" "No, no... Not like that. But... Well, you know Mandy. She sees everyone as beneath her, and doesn't waste any opportunity to make that perfectly clear. Especially in bed... It doesn't take long to see that, whatever else you might be, you're not that."

After thinking things over for a moment, you say, "So what? You want to switch things around? Me the girlfriend, her the ****? After this?" He sits back up and shakes his head. "I can't ask that of you. And honestly, I'm not too sure I'd even want that, myself. But I'll help you win your GAME, if you want me to. No strings attached." He cracks a half-smile. "And, if you're ever in the mood for a booty call..."