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<<domF -10>>"W-we don't need to fight," [[you|You]] stammer.

[[The girl|Roxanne]] gives you a hard shove, sending you stumbling backwards, but you catch yourself before you fall.  "Yeah," she says.  "That's what I thought."

She grabs [[Belinda]] again.  "We'll finish this tomorrow, slut."  She gives you a contemptuous look and stalks off out of the <<if $belinda.comedy>>restroom<<else>>club<<endif>>.

You find yourself practically shaking with adrenaline.  Belinda comes over to you looking very concerned and helps you steady yourself.  "What were you thinking, <<if $belinda.your_sub>>Mistress<<else>>Parker<<endif>>?  You're lucky she didn't beat the crap out of you on general principles!  It's sweet of you to want to protect me and, believe me, I appreciate it, but I've been dealing with things like this for a long time.  I'm not some delicate flower, you know."

You sigh.  "You're right.  I should have let you handle it.  What was that about anyway?"

"Really, it was nothing to worry about," she says.  "Her name's Roxanne.  She's one of the cheerleaders and she was just 'putting me in my place.'"  She makes air quotes around the phrase.  "Her boyfriend fucked me the other day and then probably told her how much better I was than she is, so she had to tell me how I was going to pay for it.  Happens all the time.  I'll just have to lick her nasty cunt and probably get a spanking.  Most of the community girls don't like servicing her, so they avoid her boyfriend.  I throw him a pity fuck every once in a while and putting up with her is the price I pay.  No good deed goes unpunished, don't you know."

"So you don't want to do it?" you ask.

"Oh, I'm just being snarky because she got up my nose just now.  Nah, I don't mind it at all; I feel sorry for her too.  A lot of these 'alpha girls' aren't really all that alpha, you know.  So I lick their boots, and other things, to give them some confidence and self-esteem.  Sometimes that's enough that they end up being genuine alphas and stop being such bitches.<<if $belinda.comedy>>  Anyway, why don't we head home?"

You nod and agree, very much wanting to sit so you can calm down.

[[Leave the club.]]<<else>>Right about then, you hear a ruckus from the dance floor.  You and Belinda turn to look and a couple of boys seem to be having a shouting match on the dance floor.

<<if not $belinda.your_sub>>"Come on," Belinda says.  "Our services are required."

You have no idea what she means, but with some trepidation, you follow behind her towards the altercation.

[[Continue.|Fight at the Dance Club]]<<else>>Belinda looks worried and looks to you.  "Should I go break it up?" she asks.

You look at her in shock.  She's taller than you are, but she's dwarfed by the two boys.  "What do you think you're going to do about it?" you ask.

"What I do best," she responds.  "Come on, please let me go."  She drops to her knees and puts her hands together in supplication.

[[Let her go.|Fight at the Dance Club]]
[[Refuse.|Don't Break Up Fight]]<<endif>><<endif>>