:: Fight at the Dance Club {"position":"710,2110"}
<<if $belinda.your_sub>><<set $belinda.love = $belinda.love + 10>>You nod.  "All right," you say.  

Belinda claps her hands together.  "Oh goody!" she says.  She stands up and walks off towards the altercation, with you following behind.

<<endif>>The two of you reach the boys who are doing quite a bit of shouting and posturing, along with some chest-bumping.  One of the boys is tall with dark hair and the other is shorter with blond hair.  [[You]] feel entirely unsafe being this close to them and you just hope [[Belinda]] knows what she's doing.  Belinda meanwhile doesn't look at all frightened and confidently approaches.

Right when she gets there, the dark-haired one shoves the blond, knocking him onto the ground.  

<<if not $belinda.your_sub>>"Parker," Belinda says.  "Go distract him."  She points to the blond boy.<<else>>"Mistress," Belinda says.  "I need a little help.  Would you please distract the blond?  It should be pretty easy with your pheromones."<<endif>>  Without waiting for a reply, she rushes up to the dark-haired boy and begins speaking to him in an outrageously flirtatious manner, rubbing his chest with her hands and thrusting her boobs up at him.  You can't hear what she's saying over the music, but the body language is unmistakable.  This seems to be having an effect as the dark-haired boy seems to start splitting his attention between the other boy and Belinda.  The blond, however, is picking himself up and looks furious, as if he's about to launch himself at his attacker.

<<if $likes_boys or $sluM gt 40>>Oh God, you can't believe you're doing this, but what can you do?<<else>>Ick, you think, distract a boy?  But what else can you do?<<endif>>  If the blond does attack now, he could seriously hurt Belinda without even meaning to.  <<if $belinda.your_sub>>Cursing Belinda under your breath, y<<else>>Y<<endif>>ou muster up your courage and place yourself between the blond and Belinda.

"Hey," you say to the boy, hoping deperately to distract him.  "There's no need for this.  Why don't we go somewhere and talk about it?"

You're not being nearly as forward as Belinda and you wonder if this is going to work at all, but your pheromones work in your favor for once and he stops dead in his tracks, looking you over like a dog eyeing a steak.  "Yeah, all right," he says.  "Why don't we go to the back room?"

<<if not $likes_boys and $sluM lt 20>>Oh shit!  You know what that back room is used for.  Belinda had better bail you out of this one.  You gulp and nod.<<else>>"That sounds good," you purr, giving him the best bedroom eyes you can manage.<<endif>>  Belinda seems to have had a similar conversation with her fellow and all four of you head back to the back room, the boys still giving each other nasty looks.

[[Enter back room.]]