"You know," Megan said as she wiggled her sweaty toes, making you dizzy, "I should show you what a little confidence and attention can get you. I'll make you a bet. I bet you that by the end of tomorrow, I can get whichever tramp was your latest crush on eating out of the palm of my hand and doing whatever I want. I might even be able to get you a kiss from her!" She laughs at the thought, scrunching her feet a few times causing more sweat to cascade down you face. "If I can, you give me permission to do whatEVER I want with you. If I can't, I'll let you make one, and ONLY one request from me. Otherwise I'll just leave you down there for a long time. What do you say? Don't worry, I can hear you when I'm bothering to listen."
Your head was spinning, and not just from the overpowering odor you were putting out. She already had you completely in her power, didn't she? Maybe whatever she did to you had some kind of limit unless you were 'willing'. You didn't even want to think of what could possibly be worse than this, but on the other hand you would do ANYTHING to get away from her feet, especially before the next parade in this sweltering summer. You also couldn't help thinking the mental image of your cute friend getting another girl wrapped around her finger was pretty darn hot. Balancing all these thoughts out, you come to a realization and...
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