With calculated anger

As Heather walks towards you and Naomi, you size her up. She has dyed black hair falling straight to her mid-back, a thin, toned body, and average sized but perky and noticeable curves accentuated by her tight, red crop top and black pants. She sees you eyeing her and smirks, then approaches you and Naomi. As she gets closer she says, "Hey dweeb, fancy seeing your pervy self here. Find your figurine okay? Heard you lost it."

Her smile turns more predatory, and your hands clench in rage. You were given that figurine by your grandmother before she died, and it went missing after a class a few days earlier. You thought you had misplaced it, but you now realize Heather must have done something to it. Through clenched teeth you say, "What the fuck did you do to it?"

"Why, nothing. What are you insinuating?" Heather laughs lightly, then looks to Naomi.

Naomi shakes her head and says, "Damn, what did you do?"

Heather looks at her more curiously and then smirks. She says, "Wow, did you think body surgery would help you get back into my good graces? You're like a real life sex doll, but with a more depressing life."

Naomi's face falls a little and Heather turns back towards you. You tell her: "You're such a bitch, Heather. But I'll give one one last chance. Would you rather apologise to Naomi and give back my figurine, or suck off some jock while we watch?"

Heather scoffs. "I have no intention of apologising. Sucking jock cock it is." Her brow furrows. "Wait, what? Ummmmm... Okay, so follow me while I find some jock who wants their knob sucked on."

Naomi looks to you and smiles. You smirk back.

It only takes a moment for Heather to regain her composure. "I bet you're looking forward to looking at me sucking on a real man's cock," she taunts. "It's probably the closest you'll ever get to getting a blowjob yourself. Or a real cock," she adds. She looks around very purposefully, and zeroes in on a target. "Come on, losers, follow me."

Heather knows how to pick them: she's found some beefy, dark, chiseled looking man, possibly Italian. "Hi handsome," Heather starts on him immediately on high burner. "You interested in a bit of action?"

"Huh?" says the unsuspecting guy. "What do you mean?"

"What I want to know," Heather says, licking her lips demonstratively, "is whether you like the thought of me wrapping these lips around your member. My tongue swirling around your erect cock. Does that appeal to you?"

"Holy fuck," the guy says, "this is a bit sudden. Who are you, lady?"

You decide to take pity on the poor man. "Hi, sorry, what's you name?"

He looks to you. "Mike."

"Mike," you ask him, "would you rather have Heather here give you a nice slow blow-job after letting you kiss and fondle her body however you like, with us watching; or would you rather have Heather show off her body to you and talk about herself in a degrading way until you decide to fuck her mouth however you like, with us watching?"

Heather's eyes open wide. She doesn't quite know what's going on, but after her spur-of-the-moment determination to find a jock to suck off, she's gathered that she's not in complete control of the situation, and she doesn't like the options she's hearing.

"Holy fuck man," says Mike. "This is all a bit intense. I think..."