I hate that...Guy

Wendell was actually a bit angry as he watched Guy escort his lady friends from view. A scowl crept up over his face and he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. Stacy's dampness came along with this thought:

That cocky, arrogant, playboy jock, nice-guy routine. It just makes me wanna...wanna...put him at my feet and make him...oh...

With the mental image of a leashed Guy in a great deal of makeup having his head shoved between Stacy's legs popping up into Wendell's mind, his face relaxed and he cocked an eyebrow. He wasn't entirely sure if this was his own idea or some bit of Stacy coming through, but the idea seemed to lock into place. This was what he'd come to the party for, but how to make it happen? Could he even get Guy to do this? He remembered Stacy's comment to Hank about the cum:

"You did it last time. It was hot. Just do it."

If big, tough Hank had licked up cum, and liked it, then the overly friendly frat boy, might just be able to be convinced to do some very interesting things, but by whom? Wendell looked down and the brown dress concealing Stacy's small breasts and her now soaked panties.

Would he even like Stacy's body? He could pull a prank or two sure, but would he betray Hank for Stacy?

Wendell pondered this by going and getting a beer. He slipped through and past most the crowd. Most everyone was too busy dancing, or chatting to even look at Wendell and the few people that did look into Stacy's face, said nothing. At the kitchen, bottles of liquor and cups waiting to be used, sat on nearly every flat surface: atop the fridge, on the table, and every countertop space right up to the sink. Two kegs sat on the floor. Wendell grabbed a cup, and waited for one of the two people at each keg to finish filling their drinks. He looked over and out the glass patio doors and could see a pool. It was dimly lit and covered given the time of year. Guy, an arm each around his two beauticians, and another fellow from the football team with his girlfriend, stood outside. The other football player Wendell didn't know, was smoking and laughing alonside his girlfriend. Guy was clearly telling some amusing tale as he kept looking between everyone and getting more and more animated. He ended up taking his arms off the girls and gesturing repeatedly with his right hand in a shallow chopping movement. As Wendell was finishing up filing his beer, the group had a big collective laugh, and then the devil girl, said something to the cat, and then they both said something to Guy. He nodded in affirmation, and the two attractive women started to make their way inside. Wendell sipped his beer. The two women were heading to the living room stairs, atop which there was a bathroom and far, far fewer people.

Well, ok then. He obviously likes them, and neither of them are dating his friend, so...

Wendell sipped his beer with Stacy's dainty hand and followed the two girls into the living room. He shuffled and did his best fake dancing, but nobody really cared anyway, so it was a wasted effort. The two girls chatted and gestured as they walked very closely and made their way atop the stairs. Wendell took a big, long gulp of his beer, turned to an end table he'd made his way near, and left the cup there. He turned around, and pushed his way to the base of the steps. He looked up and could see a balcony running along the room at the top of the steps. The two girls were nowhere to be seen, but he assumed they were inline for the bathroom at the top of the stairs. As he crested the last step up the stairs, indeed there was a line, but the two women were not in it.

The have to be in one of these rooms then. There's only a few doors up here.

The bathroom line stretched to just before the balcony visible from the first floor, but past that was a deserted hallway. The music was still audible, but dimed and muffled somewhat. Wendell tried the doors in order. The first was a closet. The second had a guy sitting on a bed filled with coats watching tv alone.

Even I wouldn't do that.

The third was an empty bedroom with a twin bed and a desk. The fourth was also empty; it was a girl's bedroom will dolls, lace and a poster of some stud that Wendell didn't recognize. He flung open the last door and the room was a larger bedroom with a queen bed and a more mature decor. Wendell got a very large smile on his face.

"Hey...Pocahontas, can you shut the fuckin' door please?" The girl in the devil horns said, with her arms wrapped around the cat from behind. One hand was on the cat's sizable breast and the other on her neck. The devil looked angry, but the cat had a bit more concern and shame on her face at being caught. Wendell turned and closed the door from the inside, and began to open Stacy's purse.

"Hey, get out! This isn't a show."

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Wendell stood with the gun in his hand. The two girls were now flat and spread out on the queen size bed. On the left was the full-bodied blonde in the cat costume, and on the right was the less busty redheaded devil. Both women were suitable for Guy most likely, and both had a bigger bust than Stacy.

Which one might actually be able to convince him to get on his knees?