Go with Wine

“Wine,” you say. “Maybe it will make you idiots feel classy so you won’t be puking your guts out by ten.”

“I’m so classy,” Karen says.

“Yup,” Kris replies, picking up a napkin and reaching over to wipe the sauce off the other girl’s face.

Oh, yes. You can have Karen face deep in Kris’ jugs by ten. Kris can have a warm body in her bed, and then she’ll feel much better.

So will you, after a bath.

“Kris, you’re the sommelier. Karen, bust into Martha’s room and steal that new tape she’s been hiding,” you instruct them. CCL House has a new acquisition: it wasn’t cheap, but you have a VCR now that can let you watch movies on VHS tapes. It’s pretty amazing. Martha has gotten her hands on some movie, and she’s acting all high and mighty about it, but won’t say what it is. She must be saving it to impress someone. Too bad; she shouldn’t have left it here over the break.

“One hour?” Karen says. “That’ll give Lisey time to get a slice, then clean up this mess.”

“Sounds good. And wear something cute. Don’t get lazy because it’s just us,” you chide them. “Bring a friend.”

They laugh at that.

You head upstairs and are surprised to find Lisey no longer in your bed. Is she downstairs eating now? You didn’t pass her. Well, you get your bathroom basket and head down to run a bath. As it fills, you strip and check yourself out in the mirror. You’re not unsatisfied with your body, even if you are a bit pale and thin, but being face to face with Kris’ bare boobs makes you very self-conscious about your chest. You squeeze them together and lift them. Maybe you could get one of those bras that makes them look bigger.

You relax in your bath, and ten minutes later you’re wrapped in a towel and smelling good. You head back to your room, and…

Joni Michell is playing from the other wing of the house. Damn it, Karen.

You let yourself in and shriek in surprise.

The window’s open, and a cold breeze is blowing in, freezing your damp body.

Roxy shuts it behind her, looking sheepish.

“Sorry,” she says, holding up a hand as though to block her view of you in your towel. “I was not trying to break in on you naked.”

“Roxy! Are you crazy? You’re going to break your neck,” you scold her.

“I know. But I got on my bike and I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she says. “I had to try again.”

“Try again,” you repeat, trying not to laugh.

She moves her hand and looks at you, and it’s a genuine look. This poor girl. She looks like a sad puppy. But, leaning on the window in her leather jacket, she also looks sexy as hell.

You sigh, shaking your head. You can’t kick her out again…

“Never break in here, or anywhere else, ever again,” you order her.

“I swear,” she says, raising her hands. “I swear. I just don’t think clearly when I’m so…”

“Horny?” you say.

She walks over to you, and you look up at her. She smells like the chilly air outside, and she feels cold. She must have been freezing out there.

She looks down at you and licks her lips nervously.

“Jenny,” she says.

You can…

Drop your towel (Seduce her)

Or

Take control (Take her to the dungeon)