Nothing, but she clearly wants to challenge Mitch

It wasn't hard to figure out what Cindy had on her mind. Cindy studiously ignored Pete. You had no doubt that she had paid him off in full. At least as much as she was willing to give him for failing to hide her. The way she glowered at Mitch was a sure sign that she had been a victim of his roaming hands and wanted ****. Taking down Mitch had a lot more appeal than facing Anne and Larry even though they lost as well.

"Hey Mitch!" you called out, "How'd you like a chance to fuck those tits?" Cindy wasn't happy about my announcement. She hadn't taken steps to avoid wearing Pete's spunk by swallowing, just so she could be showered with Mitch's cum. On the other hand, she knew there was nothing she could do to stop you from simply telling her to give Mitch a tittyfuck. You weren't surprised to see a large smile appear on Mitch's face as he realized he saw himself doing more than just grabbing the blonde's breasts.

You weren't surprised to see Professor Nebar take advantage of the distraction. She extracted herself from Mitch's grasp and made a discreet move to the door. She paused just before opening the door. She mouthed a quick thank you. However, you were a bit surprised when she flashed a thumbs up and mouthed something that looked like "Go for it!" Pete visibly relaxed. No matter what happened, he didn't have to worry about his job. A professor had approved of what you planned.

"Not so fast!" you told Mitch as he reached across the bar for Cindy's breasts. The cheerleader was standing stiffly, not wanting to let Mitch at her chest, but not wanting to be seen as resisting your commands either.

"Those have to be earned." you told him. "If you want to play with Cindy's tits, you have to beat her in a game."

"Agreed!" Mitch said without batting an eye.

"However, if you want to win something, you need to be willing to risk something of equal or greater value." you warned. If anything, it only made Mitch more eager. He was pushing you to go even faster. You shrugged as he nodded.

"The terms are if you win, I'll have Cindy suck your dick and rub it with her tits." you told Mitch, "However, if you lose, you share her fate and have to do whatever I say." You offered Mitch one last time to back out, but his eyes were glued on Cindy's chest.

"As the challenged party," you continued, "You get to choose the game. What do you want to play?"

It took Mitch a minute to realize you had asked him a question. He stared at you a minute. Then he looked around. Finally he opened his mouth.