She embarrassed you, she should suffer some embarrassment

“Mariah,” you say with a heavy voice, “You’ve been responsible for almost all of my most embarrassing scenes in my life here at this hell hole. Everywhere I look remains me of the terrible experiences you and your band of jerks and sluts have given me. And now you’re asking for my help?”

She looks pretty. She sighs slightly and folds her arms under her breasts, pushing them up. You’re left to idly wonder whether she’s trying to look super cute and sexy on purpose or whether it was a natural reaction.

“To be honest with you – a favour you’ve never extended to me – I’m not about to be quickly wooed and won over with empty promises.” You lean closer to whisper, to whisper and ready yourself for a slap, “And frankly Mariah, you could be my fuck toy for the weekend and I wouldn’t feel as if you’ve made up to me.” No slap comes. “It’s the ultimate insult to think you can win me over by pimping yourself”.

To your amazement Mariah does not even object, she simply hangs her head.

“To make it up to me and to win my help you’ll have to put yourself through what you’ve done to me. “

Still no response; Mariah keeps her head hung low.

“Here’s what you have to do. You have to single out a pretty girl from your brat-pack, from your cliché of ‘popular’ students, and take her back to me. When we’re back together you have to tell her that we’re dating, that’s we’re fucking and want to try a threesome. If you don’t make this convincing then I’m not going to help you.”

Mariah simply nods, wringing her hands.

“… and… “ you add, getting your money’s worth, “You then have to play along until she backs out. If she thinks you’re serious then we’ll retire to the library. You know where the library is, right? It’s only when she twigs – and she must be one of your fellow bullies – can you let on that I made you do it. Not before.”