Try to seduce and get the camera.

“You’re so fucking hot right now,” you muster out, quickly neutering a plan in your head. “Like, you’re turning me on.”

The sting of her slap still pulses, but now she looks even more disgusted. “Creep.”

Now you both stare at each other. It seems that Alexandra has lost her train of thought. You press on and step forward, encouraging her to slap you again, but you catch her hand.

“It’s been a while since you’ve had some relief, right?”

She scoffs. “You want me to piss on you again?”

“Do you want me to make you feel that good again?” You ask.

Alexandra chews on the insides of her mouth, suddenly losing all over her anger. You brush back her hair and lean in. Her eyes widen, and she steps back. “What are you doing?”

You work out a low laugh and shake your head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s coming over right now. I guess I’ve never really seen you this close before.”

“Shut up,” her shyness quickly melts, and her anger spits out, but she doesn’t try to hit you, which is a good sign. “I mean, like, yeah, I guess, but right now isn’t a good time to do this.”

“So, you do want to go again?”

“What?”

You brush, lean in, and look deep into her eyes. She eyes you like a dangerous animal. “Alex, baby. I want you. So bad right now.”

Alexandra squints, unsure how to approach you now. She tries to back away, but she runs into the shelf behind her. Now her expression becomes slightly worried. “Stop it.”

You don’t stop doing anything. Truth to be told, she is kind of turning you on. Acting hard to get despite looking so ****. You lean in and kiss her. She tenses and pushes you back, trying again to slap you. However, you just tangle and wrap around her until you’re kissing again. Harsh moans boil from her stomach but just rattles your locked mouths.

A hint of coffee escapes from her mouth; she wiggles and moans and tries to get out of your grip. It’s pointless, though, and she’s soon kissing you back and wrapping herself around you. The warmth from your bodies mingles until it’s a heat source in the room.

The internal turmoil churns her mind, making her kissing feel somewhat awkward the longer it goes on. She digs her nails into your shoulder, and sometimes she pushes you back with so much **** you think she might be trying to get away from you again, but it always melts into aggressive kissing and some form of tease. It grows until it’s solidified lust. You wouldn’t mind fucking the absolute shit out of Alexandra right now but wouldn’t take any offense if she rejected the act either. This would be casual sex in its most original shape.

After you finish lashing her tongue with yours, she finds the strength to shove you off of her finally. Alexandra studies you from a few feet and shakes her head, regaining the stance of aggression when you first came into the closet. Yes, granted, she has calmed down considerably, but seeing that familiar flame behind her yellow eyes does alarm you that maybe your seduction has failed.

Has it? No. It didn’t. That fire is different, and she’s starting at your crotch, semi-erect and pressed against the fabric of your trousers. “You’re dangerous~,” Alexandra says with a tight smirk. “We’ll meet later tonight. In this closet.”

“Wait,” you say, pulling her close. “Maybe we should make it a little more interesting?”

“Oh,” Alexandra purrs. “What do you mean?”

“You like Scarlet, don’t you?”

The color of her eyes shifts hues slightly as she takes in your question. She nods slowly. “Why don’t we get her involved too?” You ask.

She shakes her head. “She’s straight. Trust me. I’ve tried to make moves on her during our dry spells while on the field. Especially in Wyoming.”

You shuffle and twist around her, touching her torso and teasing a grope every couple of seconds, keeping her distracted just enough for you to grab the camera and stuff it into your pocket while she has her eyes closed and focused on the feeling your fingers touching her.

The box is a snug fit, but you figure you can escape without Alexandra finding it. Now that you’ve gotten Scarlet involved, you wonder how far you could press it. “Let’s get her drunk then, trick her into joining us.”

“Scarlet is as intelligent as she is hot. She’ll never let her get taken advantage of. You’ve worked her enough to know that, right?” Alexandra grabs your cock, making you lurch. “Plus, she’s a little bit of a bitch. Just fuck me instead.”

You try to keep her hands away from your back pockets. You push her back, kissing her and rolling your hands up her shirt, as suspected; no bra. “I’ll talk her into it. I want the two of you. I need more than one girl to keep me busy whenever I’m this horny.”

You squeeze her breasts, making her breath come out sharp and hot. “S-stop! Let’s talk first, you fucking idiot!”

She pushes you off, and you slam against the wall. She looks pissed at you, so you figure now is a good time to keep your hands to yourself. You’ve done what you needed anyway. “No more touching. Got it.”

She pushes her way to the door and pauses. “If you think you can get Scarlet to join us tonight, do it. Otherwise, don’t waste her time.”

With that, she storms out and goes off in a random direction. You quickly run back to your bed and hide the camera, making a self-note to grab it no matter who goes with you or who doesn’t.

While on your bed, Scarlet swoops down and asks whether or not you found someplace private. You tell her you to have, but then you debate if you should mention Alexandra or not. You guess it would be a mistake not to say anything about her.

Once you invite a third member to your party, Scarlet makes a face. “No thanks, Warren. Though I’ll admit I’m impressed you managed to, uhm, seduce her, I’m not comfortable with another girl.”

“Oh?”

She laughs at your response and places her hands on her hips. “Yes, I’m super straight. I’ve never even wanted to be with another woman.”

“Worried I would give someone else more attention?”

Scarlet scoffs. “I didn’t take you as an idiot. Of course, I’m not worried about that, but I just want to be left alone with someone I like if that’s the relationship I have.”

“Surprisingly wholesome for someone like you,” you remark. “You coming on to me or something?”

After another small laugh, she shakes her head and steps back. “No. I’m not. But I do like you, so this is a little offensive.”

You are unable to figure out if she’s bluffing her not. You retain your position on the cot and place your head behind your head. You considered **** a few minutes ago when you were in the closet with Alexandra, but if Scarlet is softer on you than Flora had suggested, maybe there’s no reason to place dirt on her.

The cave bustles with scattered activity, but the snowstorm must have already canceled any plans for the TC1. Scarlet lays in her cot too but picks up where the conversation had paused. “You’re not going to say anything?”

“What’s the to say?”

“Ugh, men are hopeless sometimes. So, who are you picking, me or Alexandra?”

“I’m thinking…I’m thinking…”