:: Just wait and see what happens. {"position":"570,1970"}
<<if $roxanne.seduced>>"That's all right," [[you|You]] say.  "I'm going to let it go this time.  Have a good night, [[Roxanne]]."

"Good night," she mumbles and races away from the two of you.

[[Belinda]] laughs.  "Well, you're certainly getting the hang of things!  You know, if you wanted, I'll bet you could have had her eating right out of your..."  She looks down at your crotch and then says, "...hand."

You look at her a little crossly.  "Come along, Belinda," you say.  

"Yes, ma'am," she says with apparently genuine contrition.  "Sorry, ma'am."  She gets a pitcher and a couple of glasses and the two of you return to your table.  Belinda pours you a glass and you take a sip.  You're pretty sure it's just iced tea.<<elseif $roxanne.defeated>>[[You]] watch [[her|Roxanne]] walk away.  "Wow!" [[Belinda]] says.  "I'm impressed!  Way to keep your cool!  She can be pretty tough."  Belinda gets her pitcher and a couple of glasses and the two of you walk back to your table.  Belinda pours you a glass and you take a sip.  You think it's just iced tea.<<elseif $belinda.rescue>>[[Belinda]] gets a pitcher and a couple of glasses and the two of you walk back to the table.  Belinda pours you a glass and you take a sip.  You think it's just iced tea.<<elseif $roxanne.confront>>"Well, good, you'd better be," [[you|You]] say.

[[The girl|Roxanne]] gives you a dirty look and then walks off.

"Thanks, Parker," [[Belinda]] says.  "You didn't have to do that though."  Belinda gets her pitcher and a couple of glasses and the two of you walk back to the table.  Belinda pours you both glasses and you sip yours.  You think it's just iced tea.<<else>>Before [[you|You]] can figure out what you should do, [[the girl|Roxanne]] releases [[Belinda]] and walks away.  Belinda soon comes back with a pitcher and a couple of glasses for the two of you.  You sip yours and you think it's just iced tea.<<endif>>

"So what was that about<<if not $roxanne.confront>> at the bar<<endif>>?" you ask her.

"Oh, nothing to worry about," she says.  "Just one of the cheerleaders 'putting me in my place.'"  She makes air quotes around the phrase.  "Her name's Roxanne.  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."

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>>