Unclear, but he takes the second choice

"... it'd be nice at least to see more of her body. What was all that? Heather you said?"

Heather's lips curl into something like a grin. Someone who didn't know better might think it was a grin of eager anticipation, excitement even.

"You made a very good choice Mike," Heather says, "because my body's fucking hot. You want to see more?" She unbuttons her blouse. "I bet you'd like to get a good look at my tits, wouldn't you?"

Mike looks at you as if in disbelief. "You cool with this?" He says.

Naomi takes particular pleasure in giving Mike permission. "It's all good," she says with an evil smile.

"What the fuck did you do to me, to make me act like such a fucking slut!?" Heather cusses at you. "I'm flashing some random guy like some cheap tramp."

"Shush now Heather," you tell her. "Would you rather be focus on getting Mike off to the point of sexual obsession, and that he not worry about it or remember this little exchange with me, or for him to think that I can somehow get you to do sexual things that you wouldn't normally do?"

Heather went pale. "Fuck, no, I don't know what's going on but I don't want him to realise that." With that she turned to Mike and flashed him a sultry smile. "Now, big boy," she says with her blouse open, her bra and midriff plainly visible. "You're in for a treat one way to another. Would you say you're more of a tits man, or an ass man?" She hefts her chest for his approval.

"I like a good set of tits," he says, now fully playing along and enjoying how things are developing. "But actually I'm a bit of a legs man."

"Oooooh," says Heather, her hands caressing down her torso to her hips, and down one leg. "Sir is a man of taste and refinement. Shall I pull down these black pants of mine to reveal them to you?" She turns around and bends over, showing her butt to Mike, and wiggling her trousers down. "I do have to warn you, though. I have a bit of a problem with my legs --- I can't seem to keep them shut for very long. I like to get some cock up between them whenever I can."

Heather steps out of her trousers, and takes a wide stance. "See? I can barely control myself." She put her fingers down the front of her panties. Josh's eyes were glued to her crotch.

"You like that, don't you? Me playing with myself under my panties? I know what leg men really like. They like what women have between them. It's my furry snatch that you're really after, isn't it?" She was playing with herself quite vigorously now. "Just thinking about you getting hard for me, thinking about fucking my pussy, is making me excited. But it won't do to give you too much at once, because otherwise you'll think I'm some kind of slut." she says, withdrawing her hands from her pants.

Mike moans involuntarily.

"Awww," Heather teases gently. "Don't feel bad. I just want to take things a little slow. But I do really like you," she says, reaching behind her to undo her bra. She lets it drop from her open blouse, letting her breasts to hang free. Her nipples stick out prominently. "See? Even though you're a total stranger, I'm getting very excited about getting that big cock of yours into my mouth. I just don't want to show you all the goods in the first three minutes, and give you the idea that I'm some kind of cheap whore."

"You get off on calling yourself a slut?" Mike says, trying to play along.

Heather shudders. "I just want to get you to use my mouth. Like some kind of semen-obsessed slut, I can't stop myself. The longer you hold out, the less I can keep myself from showing you," she said, tugging at the waistband of her panties, "how much of a whore I am for cock. Please, I need your cock in my mouth, now!" she said, fighting against herself.

"Show me how much," Mike says, his voice husky.

"Oh god," Heather moans. She pulls down her panties, which have a noticeable dark spot. "Can't you see how much I want your cock? But not in my cunt. No, my pussy has been used by too many other men for you to risk it, she says, pulling her panties away. "I can't keep myself from showing it to you, but you're going to need some serious protection to fuck my skanky hole. But I've never put a single cock in my mouth before. And now I'm starving for it. Please, push that cock of yours between my slutty lips."

Mike pants. "Okay, that's enough," he says, unbuckling his belt. He pulled down his zipper. "Come and get it, but make sure I come on your face, you slut."

"Oh god yes," Heather exclaimed, and quickly stuck Mike's cock in her mouth. You don't know if she's as inexperienced at giving head as she says --- it seems likely you suppose, you can't imagine who Heather would willingly suck off --- but she makes up for it in Mike's case with enthusiasm.

Heather fingers herself as she sucks Mike's cock, and before long he begins to moan. She brings his cock out of her mouth, just in time for him to erupt over her nose, mouth, and forehead in a series of jets. A fourth spurt dribbles on her chin, and quickly makes its way down her neck to her cleavage.

"Would you rather she leave that come on her face for the day," you ask Mike, "or to go on five dates with her this month?"

Mike shakes his head. "This was exciting, but fucking weird. I have no idea where to go from here with your nympho friend, a date would just be awkward. I guess she's into it, so let's go with leaving the come on her face. Are you, like, whoring her out?"

You shake your head. "Not exactly. Don't worry about it. Would you rather forget this experience, or remember it but treat it like a freak occurrance and not dwell on it?"

Mike furrows his brow. "Isn't it a freak occurrance anyway? The second one please." He smiles at Heather. "Well, it's been fun, I hope you enjoyed it too. See you around, I guess," he says, and wanders off.

Heather is bright red from head to toe, and is torn between anger, lust, and terror. "What the fuck did you do to me?" she said, wide-eyed.

"This was your choice," you tell Heather. "This is what you said you'd rather do, than apologise to Naomi and to give me back my figurine. I hope you're happy with your choice: we certainly found it entertaining."

Heather starts gathering up her clothes, angrily, to put them back on. "I swear, I'm going to call the police on you. This is fucked up."

Naomi taunts her. "And what are you going to tell them? That we **** you to strip naked and give a guy head in the middle of campus?"

"Say," you tell Naomi. "That's not a bad idea. Would you rather that you and I were able to control what clothes Heather wears, or her sexual impulses?"