Only one way to find out

"Uh, hey Cindy. This is not really a-" "Hi Darryl! I can come in right? Thanks!" You barge past him into the room. If he is hiding a girl in here somewhere, they're doing a pretty good job of it. There is nothing in there except Darryl, you, and a pungent locker room smell. Without asking for permission you walk over to open a window. "Really, Darryl, you really should let some air in from time to time. You turn back to face him. He's wearing a plain t-shirt, and only a pair of boxers further down. Well, it's nothing you haven't seen before.

"What are you doing, Cindy? You can't just waltz in here whenever you feel like it!" Clearly you can, but you decide not to point that out. "Please close the door, Darryl. I need your help with something." He sighs, but does as you asked him to do. He gestures to his desk chair, and you sit down in it while Darryl sits down on the edge of his bed. "Look, Cindy, it's not really a good time. I've got a deadline coming up, and you know how anal professor Baker can get about constant progress reports. I'll do some of your stuff end of next week. Is it algebra, again? You really should..." "It's not that kind of help. Not right now, at least. It's something bigger."

Darryl seems appropriately intrigued, so you continue. "You know Mandy, right? Blonde bimbo, cheerleader, enough make-up for five people, but half the brains for even one?" He nods. "I know of her, yes. We haven't spoken or anything. Why?" "I'm in a GAME with her, and I need your help to win." You relay the events of last night, starting with your flirtations with Sam being so rudely interrupted. Darryl's eyes widen when you mention just what the challenge is, and his mouth falls open in astonishment as you tell him the stakes. "Really, Cindy? How could you risk something like that?! You must be joking, right? This is too much even for you!"

"You're right," you tell him, surprised to notice it's actually true, "I know you are. I wasn't really thinking clearly... But it's done now, no backing out. Which is where you come in." "Why? Why don't you just sit it out? Lock yourself in your room for a few days and wait for Mandy to throw herself at some jock? Can't be long, right?" Somehow you feel there's an indictment of your own moral character in there, but you ignore it. "I haven't gotten fucked in four days! I'll go crazy if I have to wait for that bitch to open her legs to someone, even if it's only a day or two! FOUR DAYS, Darryl!" "Try six weeks," he mumbles. "That's not the- Wow, six weeks, really? Anyway, it's different! Look, I just need to get this over and done with!"

Darryl leans forward with his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. "I don't think I can, Cindy. I mean, technically, sure, but I just don't think I can do something like that to a person. Just... Enslave someone like that? I mean..." Ah, there's some miscommunication here. Understandable, you suppose. "Hold on, Darryl. That's not what I meant." He looks up at you. "Then... What?"