Deal With The Devil (HD)

"Fine," Kenny nearly groaned, having to fight the word out of his mouth, "You can try to get with Anna." Brian triumphantly grinned, "Now you hold up your end! What's the secret that should land me Gwen?!"

Brian shrugged, "I don't know, don't be a loser, why not try that for a minute?" Kenny's eyes widened before his brow furrowed, "Relax, it's just a joke dude," Brian cackled, "Look, the first thing I have to ask you is to look over at Gwen and tell me what you see," The blonde leaned his back against the bar and looked out to their table where Gwen and Anna were chatting with one another.

Kenny rubbed the back of his neck, "She's...uhhhh...Well, she's dressed nice for a club; confident about it too. Um, and she's not looking at anyone else? Like she expects eyes on her?"

"Not bad, not bad," Brian nodded in agreement, "That's true, but you need to look at it a little deeper than that. You said she's dressed nice, but what does her outfit tell you?" Brian bobbed his head back towards their table for Kenny to look once more.

The teen flicked his eyes back to the girls and then back to Brian. "That she's hot? I don't fucking know Brian." Kenny scoffed with a small toss of his hands.

Brian gave his eyes a disappointed roll, "You've got a lot to learn." He muttered to his friend and slapped a hand on his shoulder, "Okay, let me teach you something about reading girls. Now two things you should immediately be able to tell about Gwen's outfit is; A, she's insecure about her chest size, so she wears a loose top to keep attention away from it, and B, she's wearing tight short shorts because she's very confident on how good her ass looks." Kenny looked at the multi-haired girl once again, immediately seeing her in a different light.

Gwen flicked her hair over her shoulder and let out a laugh, continuing her conversation with Anna. "You figured all that out just by what she's wearing?" Brian chuckled and gave a shrug.

"It's something you pick up over the years. For instance, Anna's outfit tells me she's reserved, but she does want eyes on her. She didn't have to pick a shirt that hugs her boobs so tight, that was a deliberate choice." Kenny let out a bewildered breathy laugh and shook his head, "Anyway, now that you know that Gwen is insecure about her breasts but flaunts her ass, what do you think you should figure out next?"

"Uhhh," Kenny droned back,

"What kind of guy she likes, bonehead!" Brian playfully smacked the back of Kenny's head, "When you're trying to go for a girl, you need to know how to play things. Not every girl likes a strong come-on, but a lot of girls feel nothing about the shy friendly act. You need to know what kind of behavior is going to get you a response."

"Well, Gwen never liked how you used to be, so I don't think acting like a smug dickhead is going to help me," Kenny jested and Brian gave his eyes a toss, "So, I'm guessing...I need to be myself, just be nice, right?"

"That's half," Brian chuckled, "Yeah, Gwen wants a funny, friendly guy sure, but she also wants someone who is daring to show their interest. Think about it. She's a rich, party girl. She has nice guys and douchebags falling over her every night out of the week. Neither one fits the bill that she likes, because the nice ones are too quiet and the douchebags can't speak to her like a human being. What you need to do is be nice, but you need to be aggressive." Kenny grimaced, that was a word that he would never describe himself as.

"Yeah...I don't think I know how to do that." Kenny honestly replied,

"It's alright, you don't really have to do much," The bartender returned with their ordered drinks, and the as Kenny grabbed a pair, Brian put a hand on his shoulder, "Look, what you have to do is simply give one good display of confident intimacy and you're golden. Know how I did it?" Kenny shook his head. "The night I was finally talking to her, I kept things all casual and nice right until I was leaving and then, right as I was heading out. I gave her a firm, but playful smack on the ass."

"What?" Kenny scoffed, staring back at Brian in clear disbelief,

"I'm serious. That's all it took. She warmed up to me and had fun for the night, but on my way out I smacked her ass. I made sure it was playful like it was a joke, but I made sure to give her a good glare. You know the one that basically tells the chick, "Yeah, I meant that." Next thing I know, I'm getting back in my car and driving back to her mansion with naked pics filling up my phone."

"So your advice to me is to slap her ass. That. That's your wise sage advice you give me?" Brian chuckled and shrugged, "No fucking way dude, she'll smack the shit out of me if I did something like that to her!"

"Hey, that's the risk we all take when trying to get a chick in bed. Sometimes you get smacked, but you at least took the chance. You don't want to test your luck with Gwen, that's your call man. I fulfilled my end of the bargain." With that, Brian grabbed the other two drinks and the pair marched back to their table.

Returning back to the table, Kenny did his best to put Brian's crazy idea out of his mind. Instead, the teen-focused on enjoying the evening for what it was. Close to an hour ticked by as the group of four talked, joked, laughed, and sipped on a few drinks. Yet, when Brian got up to grab them another round, Anna finally spoke up, "Um, thank you, but I think I'm done." Anna brought a hand to her forehead and let out a small hum, "My head feels swimmy and my tummy feels gross," She muttered, her words ever so slightly slurring.

"The bartender does seem to be pretty heavy-handed with the **** tonight," Gwen noted as she finished her last gulp, "Definitely too much for someone who hasn't drunken much before."

"That's alright, no one gonna **** you to drink anymore," Kenny assured the blonde who warmly smiled back, her eyes gazing at him for a few extra long seconds.

"Hey!" Brian suddenly said with a clap of his hands, "If we're getting sick of this place, we can always move the party somewhere else! I know there is a movie theater nearby, a bowling alley, even a --"

"Oh, bowling!" Anna suddenly exclaimed, becoming the most emotive they had ever seen out of the usually bashful girl, "I fucking love bowling!"

"I'm down, I haven't been in a while," Brian immediately agreed, "Ken? Gwen?"

"Why not," Kenny agreed, feeling ever so slightly annoyed that Brian so easily took Anna's attention away while also suggesting something that made her light up like that.

"Sure, I guess that could be fun," Gwen agreed, though her bored tone showed her **** with the idea.

The four got from their table, Brian paid the tab, and they headed out to the street. Brian started to off towards the parking lot with Anna at his side, "It's only a few blocks away. Anna, you walked, you can ride with me."

"Oh, thank you, Brian, you're so sweet." Anna sweetly accepted keeping up with him step for step. Kenny, without even meaning to, rolled his eyes. And briefly felt that hint of jealousy toward Brian once again.

The teen however cooled himself, remembering that he had accepted Brian's terms earlier, and couldn't be bitter that the chickens had come home to roost. Instead, he focused on his end, slowing his steps until he was next to Gwen, "You alright? You're lagging behind a little," Gwen hummed back, rolling her eyes, "What not excited to go bowling?"

"Yeah because bowling is so much cooler than a club," Gwen sarcastically retorted, "I might just bounce,"

Kenny's eyes widened, "Oh come on. Don't be like that we can still all have a good time together,"

"This isn't my kind of fun," Gwen looked down and noticed the lace of her shoe dragging along the pavement, "Ugh, damn these things." The brunette grumbled under her breath as she abruptly stopped and bent right over to tie her shoe.

Kenny dryly swallowed, halting and gawking at Gwen's voluptuous ass jutting up into the air. Her perfect cheeks were hanging out from the bottom of her shorts and the fabric seemed to be in a battle to not tear right open as it hugged the rest skin tight. Shit...her ass is so amazing. Kenny thought and glanced up seeing Brian and Anna getting further away. He wet his lips and looked down at his hand. No. Brian was fucking with me. That would be a dumb idea. Slapping her ass won't do anything but get me hit and then I look like a pervert to Anna too!

Kenny's body however ignored his better judgment, following the lustful hope and will of his lower head. Kenny swung his hand forward and it collided against Gwen's butt making it jiggle and the girl let out an absolutely shocked yelp. Kenny froze solid. Oh, fuck! What did I just do?!

Gwen stood right up and spun around to face him. The brunette's bright green eyes stared at him as if he was a different man entirely, "Did you just smack my ass?" Kenny gulped.