Drive Cheyenne Crazy

You look at Misty. Cheyenne is making out with the hottest man you've ever seen. You would love to to steal him from her. You must prove to her you're sexier and more desirable.

Misty walks over. "Hey, Cheyenne, who's the hot hunka man?"

You push Cheyenne off of you. You extend your hand to Misty. "John, pleasure to meet you. You must be Misty. Cheyenne said she was hotter than you, but you are the sexiest woman I've seen in quite a while."

"But...uh...uhh...but..." stammered Cheyenne.

"Why thank you so much," said Misty. She put a hand on your shoulder and stuck her chest out. "So, shall we get to know each other better?"

"Sure thing!" You take Misty's hand and lead her to a park bench. You sit down right next to each other. You're on the edge,, so Cheyenne can't sit next to you. You look at Cheyenne who is still in shock. She comes over and stands next to you.

"So Misty, what do you do?"

"I'm a bartender at night and work as a receptionist at a Harley dealership."

"I'm a bartender too!" said Cheyenne, "and I also work as a..."

"Misty, I bet you get all kinds of tips," you say, cutting Cheyenne off.

Misty glances at Cheyenne then grabs your head and sticks her tongue in your mouth.