By getting friendly with the enemy of your enemy [Is]

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Hearing him complain about Mandy fills you with inspiration. You lean in closer.

"Soooo... What's you name, big guy?" "Sam."

"I'm Cindy, as you probably heard. Man, Mandy really pissed you off, didn't she?" "Uh-huh"

"I bet! You must hate that skank, right?" "Uh-huh"

"Enough to want to get back at her, right? "Uh-huh. So?"

"So? You saw what just went down here! Think about it! This is your chance - OUR chance - to deal with her! We could make her do whatever we want! The only limit would be our imagination, and trust me, I have a filthy mind." You wink at him, and he takes a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, well, there's a few problems with that. First of all, I'd have to fuck Mandy again. I'm practically gagging at the thought. Second, I'd prefer her out of my life, not following me around like some brainless puppy. Third, and most important, I don't want to have a fucking kid with her! I mean, I don't want one at all, not for a good while yet at least, but certainly not with that pile of plastic."

You reach over and hold his hands in your own. "Ok, so, the first one is easy. I've got one of those squirting dildos back in my room." His eyebrows shoot up so high they almost depart his forehead. "Oh, don't even start! I just like the feeling, ok? Under normal circumstances, that is. Anyway, the point is, I usually fill it with fake cum, but it'll hold the real stuff just fine. You just need to supply the ammo, and then we'd have to tie her down or something. Big strong guy like you could manage that, right?" You run a hand over his considerable bicep, but he doesn't react.

"The thing about her following you around is even easier. Just tell her not to! Or 'transfer' her to someone else. I'd volunteer, at least for a while, but you can give her to that creepy groundskeeper for all I care. Rent her out to frats or something, maybe. As for the kid, well, I'm sure the faculty has ways of dealing with things like that. I mean, they gave a bunch of horny college kids access to magical powers. This stuff must happen a ton, and I haven't seen a nursery anywhere, have you? Come on! I'd be very grateful..." He looks you over appreciatively, and you make sure he gets some extra cleavage.

"Ok, deal. When do we start?" "Tomorrow, I am done with thinking about Mandy for today." Sam nods. "I hear that. So where do we meet? The library or something?" You lean over and whisper in his ear. "I was thinking more like in my bed, with our hot, naked, sweaty bodies intertwined, while we catch our breath from several hours of fun. I need an outlet for all this frustration." Sam actually seems a little taken aback by your brazenness.

"Yeah. Ok. We'll go with your idea."