Deal Or No Deal?

"Why not?" Harry held his ground. "You suck everybody else's dick who asks you to. Why not mine?"

As Muffy was calling him crazy, several of the other girls, especially the ones with missing dates, were telling her to go ahead and do it. Especially one bare-breasted brunette wearing a cow-girl costume. Well, half of a costume. "Listen," she hissed, digging her nails into Muffy's upper arm and stepping up close to her. Their noses were almost touching. "You know how I feel about Ron. You go down on Harry or I'll claw your eyes out."

Seeing how her Sorority sisters were turning on her, Muffy desperately appealed, "How... How do we even know he has the answer?"

"If Harry says he has the answer," Tom said in a steely voice, "He has the answer."

Most of the football players nodded their heads. It was an open secret on campus that half the team would not have been able to meet the academic requirements if not for Harry's tutoring.

"Oh, jeez," Muffy yielded to the pressure, feeling betrayed by her own Sorority. "I can't believe you're making me do this." Dropping down to her knees in front of Harry, she grumbled, "Alright, let's suck off this needle dick." Reaching out for the military-style web-belt he wore with his baggy army combat fatigues, she paused before touching it. "And don't expect me to swallow," she warned. Harry said that would be fine.

Grabbing the belt buckle and beginning to struggle with opening it, she growled at the crowd circled around her and Harry. "You wanna get rid of some of those lights?"

"We just want to see," a football player chuckled.

"Yeah," Muffy replied, "But you don't have to blind me to do it."

The crowd complied with her request and many lamps were either switched off or the beams aimed downwards.

It took her awhile to figure out how the metal buckle that the web-belt slid through worked. When the metal tab finally slid out of the complicated mechanism of the buckle, Harry announced, "Oh. And I want one other thing."

Muffy dropped her arms down to her sides and in exasperation asked, "What?"

"I want a blowjob every day for the next week," he answered.

The kneeling blonde shot to her feet. "You are out of your tiny, little, jerk-off mind. No way I'm going to blow you every day for a week!"

The clamor started again, the girls once more trying to pressure Muffy to concede to his demands. Seeking a way out, she told Harry, "Forget about me sucking you off every day. That ain't gonna happen. Maybe... maybe a handjob."

"Fine," Harry accepted.

"Twice," she added. "Not every day."

"Four times," Harry counter-offered.

"Three," Muffy said.

"Done!" Harry extended his hand and without thinking, Muffy shook it. Then, shaking her head, she lowered herself back down on her knees.

As she resumed her position for a very public blowjob, some joker put a record on the phonograph. When the opening bars rang out, everyone laughed hilariously.