Interrupted by his ex

"Hey!"

Your spirits immediately deflate. You know that voice.

You turn around slowly, and come face-to-face with an enraged blonde harpy. This girl is the epitome of "bimbo." Breasts crammed together in her tight, low-cut pink dress. Make-up thick enough to block bullets. And a number of brain cells she could count on her fingers, if she could count at all.

You hated that she was on the cheerleading squad with you, because she was the kind of girl who gave cheerleaders a bad name. You also hated that she was on the swim team, because her second-place times were getting dangerously close to your first-place ones.

"Hello, Mandy..." you sigh.

"Cindy, you bitch! Are you trying to steal another one of my boyfriends?"

"I should've known he was one of yours..." You rub your temples. The stress you had been trying to escape is pouring back in with every word her shrill voice speaks.

She folds her arms, huffing. "This is the thirty-sixth guy you've swiped from under me. Have you no shame?"

"Mandy..." You speak slowly, trying to penetrate her wall of stupidity. "I haven't 'stolen' any guys from you. In every case, you had already broken up with them."

She rolls her eyes, as if you were the one spouting stupidity. "Those weren't real breakups! They were fake-ups, so the guys could chase me and win me back, duh."

You place your hand condescendingly on her shoulder. "Mandy. You've done this dozens of times, and not one guy has come running back to you. Do you ever think they might just be glad to be rid of you?"

Her mouth forms a perfect little 'O' of shocked indignation. "They would've come back, if you hadn't entrapped them between your whore legs first!" She brushes your hand off her shoulder, which she tries to disguise as just flipping her hair. "Besides, us cheerleaders have a code. We're not supposed to sleep with each other's exes, period."

You laugh uproariously. "Mandy, if I stayed away from your exes, there wouldn't be any guys I could go for. You're the biggest slut on campus!"

"Excuse me?!" She jabs your chest with her finger. "You're the slut here, and I'm gonna prove it. It's GAME time, bitch! And if you refuse my challenge, you'll never be able to orgasm again."

You stiffen for a moment, as you realise shit just got real. You know that 'never' really only means 'until graduation', as the magic won't last off-campus. But even still, spending the rest of the school year unable to cum would be unacceptable. Whatever her challenge, you know you'll have to accept it.

Your plans for the evening have definitely been derailed. But maybe wiping the smug look off Mandy's face will serve as acceptable foreplay to your night of stress relief. "Hmph. Bring it on!"