You sell Tammy out to the buxom bully.

You hear Tammy moan when you flex your tan arm protectively around her petite, nude frame, but you make no moves to stop Dana from coming on stage despite the nerd’s shivering fear. The little mouse buries her cute, bespectacled face into your side with each step the punk takes closer to your shared mark... and the thought of either embarrassing or protecting Tammy makes the big cock inside your slacks throb.

"Not a problem, Blondie." You falsely reassure the nerd, while you slam your open hand onto her bare ass. "I've got this under control."

Turning your face away from the nude girl, you tell the buxom bully, “Dana, I think I want to bring Tammy into the bedroom.”

"W-w-w-what does that mean?!" Tammy stammers out in fear.

"Oh crap, Sam. Really? Tammy?" Dana asks, ignoring the nude girl before pointing her out. "But she's like, tiny, she's got no boobs, and she's a nerd. Why would you wanna bring this titless geek to bed?"

"Well, you see, with Blondie here all embarrassed, I'm packing a stiffy like a goddamn baseball bat-- and I know you like fucking with this chick."

“Hey now, you weirdo.” Dana responds with more than a little affection, “that sounds pretty exciting! Double teaming a little loser together… a big box of condoms… that’s my kinda afternoon.”

“Wh-what are y-you two t-t-talking about!?” Tammy squeaks, her face beet-red as she pivots to hide behind you, “Sam, a-aren’t you s-s-scared of Dana!?”

The mousy little woman’s question reminds you how well you’d been keeping this out of public eye, so you say to Tammy, “Aw shit, that’s right. I forgot to mention this earlier, but Dana’s my girlfriend.”