Making the Team/Bring Stacy (7)/Let’s Go/Find Jodie
Thinking quickly you make a decision, hopefully a better one than your last one, and blurp out the first thing that comes to your mind. „Okay, how about I bring Jodie over? So then you will have her and don't need Stacy.“
Jesse stops in the movement and look at you, studying you intensely, then he shakes his head and smiles once more. „Nah, now I'm really curious to see just how tight this little tart's pussy is," he replies with a chuckle and once more moves to close the door, but you once more blurp out the first thing in your mind.
”Look, I screwed up, I will fix it, okay, just gimme that chance.“
And again he studies you, before finally nodding. “Okay, you bring over the ginger slut, then we'll talk about it, how about this?“ After a look over his shoulder into the direction of the living room, he adds somewhat teasingly, ”Better be quick about it, the boys are getting rowdy soon.“
”Alright, no problem, be back in a moment.“
”You better be. When you come back without a red-head, you can kiss your starting spot goodbye.“ And with that said, he ushers you back and closes the door, just as you hear some guys you do not recognize by their voice calling something obscene and laughter from inside. With your heart hammering and your mind racing you storm back home, faster than you have ever before ran in your life. You are covered in sweat and breathing heavy as you come back home, just in time to see your sister getting in her car.
“Jodie!” You yell, running up do her car and catching her just in time. She is just about to close the car door, but stops and looks in your direction.
“I need your help,” you say. You hadn’t really planned exactly what to say, but getting Stacy away from harm seems like a good enough reason for her to cone with you.
“What do you need, loser?” Jodie says in her typical bossy tone. It’s no wonder the team was eager to teach her a lesson.
“It’s Stacy, she’s over at Jesse’s house. I don’t know what he’s going to do to her, but we have to go get her out of there,” you explain, failing to mention that the entire football tram is there, too.
“How the fuck!?” She says. “Get in.” You run around to her passenger’s seat and Jodie hits the gas, driving quickly back toward Jesse’s house. You know there’s no way Jodie would stand a chance against the whole team. As she drives, you can’t help but feel excited that Your bitch of an older sister is finally going to get what she deserves.