Her place. Tomorrow.

"... your place? I don't have any other plans tonight, so..." "Hah! Nice try, mister! You can come over tomorrow when I'm cooled down and sobered up. Here's the address..."

The next day, after a very productive morning, you make your way over to Cindy's dorm room. She opens the door almost as soon as your knuckles hit the wood. "Hey, Sam! Come on in." You walk in and survey the surroundings. It's nothing out of the ordinary, really. Two beds, simple furniture, some posters on the walls. You turn your attention to the one interesting thing in the room. "Hi Cindy, you fully recovered?"

"Yeah... I mean, I fucked up big time by agreeing to that GAME, but what's done is done, right? And I owe you an apology, blowing you off like that last night." "Hey, no worries. I understand you've got to be really careful right now. Speaking of which..." Cindy plops down on her bed and grabs something which looks like an earbud from her nightstand. "Right! We need to deal with Mandy! I've got a plan! Look, I got us this radio thingy, and I'm going to coach you through seducing her!"

"Riiiight," you say, "Yeah, I don't think that's going to work. I'm pretty sure Mandy hates me almost as much as she does you by now..." Cindy's enthusiasm deflates slightly. "But... I figured, if... Do you have any idea what I had to do to get my hands on this thing?" "Look, it's not that it's a bad idea, per se," you say in what you hope is a soothing voice, "It's just that I think I have a better one. One that doesn't rely on Mandy being a complete idiot, just on her being a petty, vindictive bitch."

Cindy lets out a chuckle. "Yeah, ok, sounds promising so far. Let's hear it, then." You grab a chair and turn it to face her, then sit down to begin laying out your 'plan'. "Ok, so I'm going to admit something up front. This is not going to be anything hot, or honorable, or even particularly sanitary. In fact, it will probably be the opposite of all of those. But it will also be effective, and that's all that matters in the end, right?" Cindy nods along. "So, here's what we're going to do. We're going back to that bar tonight, and have a good time together. I'm certain Mandy is going to be there as well. Can you imagine how worked up she'll get when she sees us together?"

"Yeah, she'd blow her top. Maybe literally, considering how tight hers are. What does that get us?" "Well, she'll be furious, right? She'll stand there, slinging insults at you. At me as well, probably. She'd just make herself as annoying as possible just to ruin our lovely evening." Cindy ponders that for a few seconds. "I guess... I still don't see where this is going, though." You smile. "It would be the perfect cover for you to throw your drink in her face. No one will bat an eyelash, considering how she was acting."

"Ok... I guess seeing Mandy get liquor splashed in her eyes would be pretty fun, but it won't win me the GAME." "Not unless your drink was spiked." After a few seconds, Cindy's eyes go wide. "Spiked... With cum? Ok, that sounds completely... "