Wait until Maryse's birthday

Once you calm down, you realize her birthday is next week, and knowing her, she won't be able to resist making a spectacle of the whole thing, which will make your job even sweeter. In the mean time, you decide to lay low.

Maryse, likely caught up in planning her party, doesn't seem to take much more notice of you, other than posting the video of your pants ripping on her Instagram of course. To your utter humiliation, it has already reached over five thousand likes. You let all this linger under the surface, as you bide your time.

It seems like forever, but eventually the day comes. You can barely pay attention in class. All you can think about is getting your ****, and the followers that will come with it, of course. Once your final class is finished, you take a quick shower, and then dress yourself for the party. Putting on a lacy blue bra over your perky c-cup breasts, and pulling on a matching thong, you slide a long, black dress over it all, and give yourself a quick once over in the mirror. You take a few pictures to post, and make your way to the pool hall just outside of campus.

Stepping into the crowded club, you see that most of the tables are already taken. One of which is barley being used. There you find her. Maryse sits on the edge of a table, her tight skirt covering almost none of her long, tan legs. A glittery black tube top covers her breasts, and a pair of black heels dangle from her crossed feet. She doesn't notice you right away, so you approach with a friendly smile on your face. She doesn't seem happy to see you.

"H-hey Amanda. I didn't think I'd see you here." she says, hopping down off the table, and making sure her skirt is in place.

"Why? Because of a few little pranks? Please. I think we can both be adults. I got you, you got me. We can call it even." You hold out your hand for her to shake. She seems skeptical.