A Distraction

"What I do know," you say, "is that there is one thing better than **** to forget about your troubles. And you look like you could do with a little distraction from all that right now."

"Yeah, I really could..." She turns away from you, the smile fading from her face. "But at the same time. I really can't. You heard the terms of that GAME. I can't take any risks right now. And trust me, I have all the equipment a girl needs to distract herself back at my place."

"No, no, of course. Cocks are dangerous right now, I get it. But tongues aren't." Cindy stares at you flatly. "Just so we're clear," she says, "we're talking about a one-way street here. At least for tonight." "My pants stay on," you promise, "Of course, if you wanted to pay me back later, after all this is over..." She grins wickedly. "We'll see. Consider this an audition, then. Follow me."

Cindy grabs your hand and leads you out of the bar, to what you assume to be her dorm.

Mission accomplished. The hard part, at least.