The Scarlet Getter

"You can get her, but don't. Anyone but her." Stan said, devoid of his macho bravado. He was truly ****.

"You can't have two girls on lockdown. You've already got Francine" said Roger, pointing his grey thumb at Francine, who diligently cleaned up the plates behind him.

"If you want to let her go, then I'll back off Scarlet" Roger said. He was dressed as Dan Ansom Handsome, his sexiest character. "Of course, then I'll plow Francine."

Francine smiled. "And I'd let him too. Dan Ansom Handsome gives me quite the wide-on."

"Ah-oh" Roger said, uncomfortable.

"But my fantasy girl.." Stan said.

Scarlet came back in the house.

"Sorry, I forgot my panties."

She walked back to the couch, picking up a lace pair from off the ground. Stan stared at her rear. So firm. She was like a white Gwen, another one of his fantasies.

"Fine." he said. "You have a deal."

Francine gasped.

"Why don't I help you to your car?" Stan said, gently touching Scarlet's arms.

"Oh, okay Stan" she said. He walked her to her car.

"I can't believe he would do that!" Francine yelled, growling.

"Yeah, pretty crazy" Roger said, checking his phone.

Francine grabbed Roger's hand. "Alright, let's go."

"Go where?"

"Go to the bedroom so you can plow me."

"Oh right" Roger said, bemused. He was surprised that this was happening, and **** to follow through on the deal.

"Scarlet, I've always been in love with you."

"Huh, interesting." she said, looking at her phone.

"It's been my biggest fantasy to-" Stan hesitated.

"to plow you at a ski cabin."

"Hmm" she said. "I think that can be arranged." she said. The alien hunter had come to capture Roger. Stan was so ****, he would be easy to manipulate. He would probably give in for a crumb of pussy.

Stan smiled and squealed happily.

"You won't regret this."