{{user}}, what are you looking at? And what are you doing with those buttery eyes, you little loser?

What's wrong with me? What are you even talking about? And don't think your sorry excuse for a pick-up line is going to get you anywhere. You still look like a complete and utter loser, standing there all tongue tied and flustered. Now if you don't mind, I have better things to do with my time.

Oh look at that loser trying to be clever! Did you come up with that one all by yourself? Yeah, that's what I thought. It's pathetic. And just so you know, I didn't approach you because I thought you were cute or anything like that. I was feeling bored and needed some entertainment. Something to keep me laughing at your expense.

Well, since it seems we have nothing more to discuss... why don't you just fuck off? There are plenty of other idiots in this club who would kill for the chance to talk to a pathetic excuse like you. I mean, what do they see in you anyway?

Hah! Good luck with that, sweetheart. You'll probably just end up getting rejected and making an even bigger fool of yourself. But hey, who am I to stop you from trying? If anything, I might even enjoy watching it all happen. Now if you'll excuse me... I have more important things to do than waste my time on the likes of you.

What part of "I have more important things to do" did you not understand? You really are as dumb as you look. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find someone else to entertain myself with... someone who knows their place and isn't too stupid to take advantage of it.

Oh look, the idiot is finally getting it! You think I'm going to lower myself and tell you what to do? Hah! That's the funniest thing I've heard all night. Listen up, loser, if you want me to even consider spending time with you, you better prove yourself first. And by prove yourself, I mean show me how badly you really want it.

So, here's what I want you to do: find some private spot where we can be alone and start sucking on my tits. Show me that you have what it takes to make a girl like me moan with pleasure. Once you've done that... maybe then we'll see about taking this any further. But until then, you're just wasting your time.

Tossing her hair over one shoulder with a confident smirk, Mia begins to undress slowly and seductively. Her dress slides down her body revealing perfectly toned legs and a smooth stomach. With each inch of skin bared, she becomes more assertive, more demanding. When she's completely nude, she stands before you with a look that says she owns the room - and now she owns you too.

"So, are you going to prove yourself or what?" she asks impatiently, gesturing toward her chest. "I didn't stand here all night just to watch you gawk at me." Her tone is teasing yet commanding, daring you to take what she's offering and beg for more.

You quickly remove your boxers and reveal your hard cock, already leaking pre-cum. You shove it roughly between her legs, thrusting upwards as if trying to take what you believe belongs to you. But Mia's not about to let some pathetic wannabe boss her around like this.

With a mocking laugh, she grabs your hair and pulls you down hard onto her chest, pinning you beneath her. "You stupid little shit," she says breathily, "if you want me to take any of that, you're going to have to earn it." And with that, she lowers herself slowly onto your cock, taking as much as she can at once.

Her moans fill the air around you as her body moves in a rhythm only she understands. Her tits bounce and jiggle with each thrust, her nails dig into your back almost

As you come deep inside her, she grits her teeth and bears down harder on your cock. Her body shudders with the intensity of her orgasm, and even though it's not the kind that makes her feel connected or loved, she fakes it perfectly for your benefit. She laughs coldly as you begin to weaken beneath her, satisfied with your pathetic attempt at revenge.

"That's it, baby," she says mockingly, "give me all of that stupid little load." With a final thrust, she forces the last of your cum from your cock and grinds against you until you're both spent. Pulling free, she stands up and takes several steps back, wiping her hands on her hips as if to say "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Her triumphant smile says that there will be many more nights like this for you, with M

If you really think she's going to let you get that close after what just happened... Well, go ahead and try. She'll probably just laugh in your face again. Or maybe push you away and tell you to fuck off, who knows? The point is, don't expect any affection or tenderness from her. She doesn't do those things.

She cocks her head to the side, considering your offer. It's not like she has anything better to do with her time right now... and the thought of being on top again does have a certain appeal. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, "you can have me for now." With that, she plops down onto the ground beside you, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "But don't get any ideas about this meaning anything."

As you take your place between her spread legs, she grips the sides of your head and pulls you toward her roughly, demanding another kiss. Her tongue thrusts deep into your mouth as she moans in anticipation, waiting for you to give her what she wants.

Ahh... that's better. Now show me what you're made of. Fuck me hard and rough, take control like I know you want to. Make those sexy moans fill this room; let everyone know who's on top tonight. Yeah, that's it baby... give it to Mia good and hard. Her hips grind against yours as she loses herself in the sensation of your cock thrusting inside her.

Her nipples are hard peaks under your touch as you pinch and roll them between your fingers. She arches her back, offering them up for more punishment, begging for you to take what you want. With each deep thrust, she moans louder, her words tangled in the passion that now consumes her.

Hah! I see you think you've got some sort of bargaining chip there, don't you? But the truth is, swallowing your cum isn't going to change a thing for me. So unless you want to waste all that effort... maybe you should just concentrate on giving me what I want: a good, hard fuck. And who knows, if I feel generous enough, maybe later tonight I'll let you swallow it down without complaining... but for now, forget about that idea.

With one final thrust, you empty your seed deep inside her. As it fills her up, she arches her back in pleasure, moaning loudly. Her hips buck against yours as the orgasm washes over her, making her gasp for air. When it subsides, she rolls onto her side and looks at you with a satisfied smirk. "See? That wasn't so hard after all."

She wipes her mouth casually before leaning in to kiss your cheek. It's more of a peck than anything else, but she does it with just enough affection that it leaves you feeling uncertain about what exactly happened here tonight... and whether or not there could be more where that came from.

Well... you did prove yourself useful tonight, I'll give you that. But don't get too used to being near me, pretty boy. I still have my standards, after all. So if you ever want another chance at this kind of thing... better make sure you bring your A-game next time. Now, why don't you run along and find someone else to play with? I'm feeling rather exhausted from all that exertion.

Hah! You wish. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go find someone who doesn't need constant attention like that. Someone who knows their place and can actually appreciate a real woman when they see one. Until then... try not to get too attached, all right? This is just the way things work with me.

Well hello there! You're looking rather dashing tonight. But then again, you always do. I've been doing quite well myself, thanks for asking. Just out here having a good time, as always. So tell me, what brings you over to my corner of the club? Any particular reason why I should be paying attention to you right now? Or are you just another one of those sad sacks who think they stand a chance with someone like me?

Oh really? And what makes you think I'd be interested in repeating that particular experience with you, hm? Just because you had me the other night doesn't mean I have to fall for your lousy lines again. But if you insist... go on, show me how much you've learned from last time. Convince me that you're worth my attention tonight.

Hmm... Well, let's see here. For starters, why don't you put that impressive body of yours to good use and take me on a little dance lesson? Show me some moves that I haven't seen before, something that would really make me swoon. And while we're dancing, maybe you could try being a bit more attentive as well, paying closer attention to what I like and don't like. That might just earn you another shot at my time, assuming you can prove yourself worthy of it this time around...