Sam

You decide to recruit Sam into your plot. He already knows what's going on, after all, so he'll understand when you tell him you'd like to borrow his favorite toy. Whether he'll go along with it is a different matter, but you're sure you'll be able to figure something out.

After a few minutes of scrolling through the social media profiles of people named 'Sam' in the area, you find the right one. For a moment you were tempted by an enticing looking 'Samantha', but you got a hold of yourself in time to scroll past her.

Sam is momentarily surprised to hear from you, but does respond, and you send a few texts back and forth. Yes, it really does have to be right now. No, it cannot be done over text. No, it's not a fucking booty call! You expect to find him fully dressed when you get there! He's obviously very curious, but you stubbornly deny to give him any more details. Sam relents, and invites you over.

Ten minutes later, you arrive at Sam's place. He lets you in, and you are pleased to note there's no one else there. That would have made this awkward. Without waiting for an invitation, you sit yourself down at the kitchen table, and Sam joins you across from it.

"So, will you finally tell me what this is about? It's Mandy, right? That idiotic GAME you two agreed to?" "Yup! And I need your help to win it!" Sam lowers his head and sighs, then looks back up at you. "Look, I get that you need to win that GAME, I do, but Mandy and I are done. I don't want anything to do with her. I certainly don't want her as my **** until I graduate. You're going to have to find someone else to fuck her for you." You lean back and flash him an evil grin. "I did," you reply. Sam looks confused, "Ok... Then why do you need my help? Who is it?" "Me." You pause a moment for dramatic effect. "And I need your help, because I'll need your cock to do it."

Seconds pass in frozen silence. Sam tries to say something repeatedly, but never manages to actually get any words out of his mouth. He's cute when he's flustered. "You WHAT?!" he finally exclaims. "To fuck Mandy, I need a dick. I don't have a dick. You do have a dick. It's really not that complicated, Sam." "Not that...?!" He was about to go on a rant, but catches himself and breathes deeply. You can almost see the gears turning behind his eyes. You let him ponder for a moment. Wait... Is that a smile he's trying to hide, creeping at the corners of his mouth? "I'll want something in return, " he finally says. Got him! "Of course, " you respond, "I didn't expect to get something for nothing. We switch naughty bits for 24 hours. Name your price."