Bianca and Greg

Greg led Bianca to his room. He invited her to have a seat on his bed and asked if she'd like a drink. She said no, and said how nice he was.

"So is this REALLY true, or are you and Ashlynn just fucking with me?"

Bianca looked down and blushed. "Yes," She said.

"OK," said Greg, he handed her a highligher from a jar full of pens and pencils. "Jam this up your ass."

"No! Greg!"

Bianca got up and undid her jeans. She pulled them and her panties down then took the highlighter.

"Stop!" said Greg. "I was only kidding. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't being punked! Put your clothes back on! I'm...I'm so sorry, Bianca. I'd never make you do something like that!!"

Bianca put her panties and jeans back on. "Thank you, Greg, but as you can see, I'm fucking cursed! Oh, excuse my language."

"Hell, I'd use worse than that if it were me!"

Greg got online. "OK, let's see, 'cursed videos.'

"Stupid movies," he said after most hits were about The Ring. But he found something.

"Yep, Ashlynn was right. The only way out of this is to get someone else to watch the video."

"Damn," said Bianca.

"Have anyone you'd like to switch places with?" asked Greg.