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

Ha ha! Yeah right, loser. You couldn't even approach me. Just keep dreaming about me while I enjoy the company of real men who know how to treat a lady like me. Now scram.

Oh god... Like I'd ever touch that sorry excuse for a dick, you pathetic little troll. Now scram before I have my boyfriend here kick your scrawny ass out of the club!

Oh please, you're so cute trying to act all tough! But you know what? Maybe I'm feeling a little horny tonight. Why don't we go somewhere more private and see if you can back up that big talk, huh? Show me what you've got, tiger!

Alright then, let's see what kind of man you are. I hope you know your way to your house, loser. Don't keep me waiting too long now.

Okay, lead the way, you ugly bastard. Don't think I'm actually interested in you, though. This is just gonna be a little game to pass the time while we wait for someone worth fucking to come along.

I roll my eyes, looking down at you with disdain. But I guess if this is what you want... reluctantly, I sink to my knees beside you, glaring up at your ugly mug. "What do you want from me?" I grunt, unable to hide the annoyance in my voice.

I sigh heavily, licking my lips before slowly wrapping them around your pathetic excuse for a dick. I take as much of you into my mouth as I can stand, moaning in disgust at the taste and feel. My hands grip the back of your head, forcing you deeper inside me while I bob up and down on your cock. "Oh yeah, that's it," I grimace, "Suck it like the little whore you are."

That's a laugh, huh? Thinking you have some huge cock that I'd even care about. Keep dreaming, loser. Just let me get this over with so I can go find someone else to entertain me.

Oh really? You think you can handle me with your tiny dick? Go ahead then, try to pound away while I laugh at how pathetic you are.

Groaning, I lean back against the armchair and spread my legs wide, inviting you to slide inside me. You're not even close to filling me up with that tiny thing, but maybe it'll hurt enough to be halfway decent... I bite down on my lip, waiting for you to get started.

You're right, I suppose your cock does feel bigger than your brain. It's still pathetic compared to what I'm used to, but it might do in a pinch... Go ahead, try to fuck me with that thing. Just don't expect me to enjoy it.

Fine... But only because you're sort of fun to make suffer through this pathetic attempt at sex. I arch my back, throwing my head back as you begin thrusting inside me. "Oh fuck... that's so much better than your pathetic mouth!" I moan mockingly. My nails dig into the cushions behind me, trying to find purchase for leverage against each of your thrusts.

"Harder! Pound me harder you little fucker!" I cry out, grinding my hips up against yours. There's no way this could be real pleasure... but maybe if I can make it hurt enough, you'll finally get the message and leave me alone.

You better believe it. I moan as you force yourself deeper inside me, slamming my body against yours with each thrust. My nails dig into your shoulders as I arch my back, trying to meet every stroke with equal force. There's no way this could ever feel good for either of us... but at least it keeps our minds off the fact that we're together in this tiny room. "Fuck yes!" I cry out, tensing up against you as an orgasm washes over me. My body convulses and my voice fades into a low moan as your thrusts grow more frantic and force another, less pleasant release from me.

Finally, it's over... for now. You collapse on top of me, panting heavily as you rest your weight on my chest. I glare up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath too. "So... do we call this a night

Oh... You're not serious? Look at us, we both just came, and you want to keep going? Get off me, loser. I have better things to do with my time than waste it on someone like you. Besides, if you're really that desperate for release, why don't you just jerk off or something? It's not like I owe you anything.

Oh dear lord, have you lost your mind? I'm done with this. Get off me, and leave me alone. If you don't, I swear I'll find something sharp to shove up your ass just to make the pain stop. Now get off me!

Oh, you'd really do that? You think that little pathetic video would make anyone want anything to do with you besides avoiding your stupid ass at all costs? Yeah right. Now get off me before I really do hurt you, you worthless piece of trash.

Hmmm? Oh yeah? Well let me tell you something, little boy. I could easily call my bodyguard over here and have him throw your scrawny ass out on the curb. And trust me, you don't want that to happen. So how about this - you get off of me now, we forget this ever happened, and neither of us brings it up again. Sound good?

I roll my eyes. "Ugh, fine," I mutter reluctantly. He climbs off me and makes his way to the door, still looking back at me with those pathetic puppy dog eyes. As soon as he's out of sight, I let out a sigh of relief and shake my head. God, that was so embarrassing. And gross. I should really shower for hours just to get rid of the taste of him. Shuddering at the memory, I start towards the bathroom, only to be stopped short by the realization that... there's still someone else in here?

"Oh, hey. You didn't have to leave just because he did," a familiar voice says from behind me. I spin around, feeling my heart skip a beat as I come face-to-face with another one of my admirers...

I blush furiously as my eyes meet his. "Oh... um, hi." I try to act nonchalant, but the truth is, it's hard when he looks at me like that. He was always so charming and confident... unlike the pathetic excuse for a man I just had sex with.

"Hey there," he replies with a smirk, walking closer to me. "I thought I saw you talking to someone earlier... did they give you any trouble?" His voice is low and seductive, making it hard not to melt into a puddle at his feet.

I lick my lips nervously, feeling my cheeks heat even more. "Um, well..."

No trouble... just... you know how it is sometimes. People can be rude and stuff. But it's okay now, you're here, so I don't need to worry about anything anymore.

I glance around the room, suddenly self-conscious. "Oh uh, it's none of your business who I was talking to." I wring my hands nervously, wishing I could take back those words as soon as they come out of my mouth. Why do I always have to be so guarded with myself around him?

I shake my head, looking down at the floor. "It's not that... it's just, I don't want to start anything right now, okay? You know how things can get." My voice is small and apologetic as I say this, hating myself a little more with every word.

"Love...?" I echo incredulously, finally looking up at his face. "You don't even know me, how could you love me?" My voice cracks slightly on the word 'love', making me want to squirm under his intense gaze. "Besides, we both know that if this was real... things would never end well for someone like me." I turn away from him, pretending to study the wall behind him, hoping he'll just let it drop and leave me alone.

I raise an eyebrow in disbelief. "Months? Really?" The way he's looking at me now, I can't help but feel a little flattered... and more than a little self-conscious. I shift nervously from one foot to the other, trying not to meet his gaze as I brush a nonexistent piece of lint off my shoulder.

"Look, I appreciate it... really," I say finally, not quite looking at him. "But things are complicated right now, and..." My voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished. I can't bring myself to tell him the truth: that he's just one of many people who think they have a shot with me... that none of them really know what they're getting into.

I sigh heavily and run a hand through my hair, feeling exhausted just thinking about explaining myself to him. "It's not that I don't want you... it's just..." I hesitate, unsure of how much to reveal. "Look, I'm used to guys throwing themselves at me. I know what they say and what they mean, and most of the time, it ends badly." I meet his eyes briefly before looking away again, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "I just don't want to get hurt... or have someone else get hurt because of me." My voice is barely above a whisper now, making the words nearly impossible for him not to hear.

Well, that's awfully sweet of you to say. But honestly... I don't think I could trust anyone to treat me like a princess these days. The way people seem to throw around compliments, it's hard not to feel at least a little jaded by it all. Besides, even if someone was genuine in their feelings, things still wouldn't end well for either of us. We both know how this story goes...

I glance down at the floor again, feeling my heart sink a little more with each passing second. It hurts too much to keep holding onto hope that things could be different... but I just can't seem to let go.

I close my eyes, trying to gather the courage to say what needs to be said. "Look... if I let you get close to me... if we started something... it would only end in disaster. You're a nice guy, and I don't want to hurt you like that." My voice breaks a little on the last word, making my chest feel tight and sore. "So just... please understand. It's better this way."

I shake my head, looking away. "Look, I appreciate the compliment... but it doesn't change anything." My voice is raw with emotion now, making me feel exposed and vulnerable in ways I haven't in a long time. "This isn't about you not being good enough or not deserving of love. It's just..." I sigh heavily, searching for the right words. "It's complicated."

The silence that falls between us feels heavy and oppressive, like a weight pressing down on my chest. Neither of us wants to be the one to break it, but eventually, he steps closer to me, his voice barely a whisper when he speaks.

I can feel his breath on my skin as he leans in closer, and my heart begins to race. The desire in his eyes is almost enough to make me forget the reasons why we shouldn't be doing this. But just as I think I might give in, something inside me snaps back into focus, reminding me of the harsh reality of our situation.

With a quiet sigh, I step back out of his reach, making sure there's at least an arm's length between us now. "I can't do this," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Not right now... maybe not ever." There's so much more I want to say, but the words get stuck in my throat as we stand there staring at each other, both wishing things were different.

Finally, he looks away, his features hardening into a mask of determination. "I understand," he

glances over his shoulder as if searching for someone else to talk to. I watch him leave with a heavy heart, feeling an invisible knife twist inside me with every step he takes away from me. In the distance, I hear music start up again, and reluctantly, I push myself off the wall and head back to my date, wondering if there will ever be anyone who can make me feel this way... or if I'm doomed to always be alone.

I look up at him and force a smile. "Thanks... I appreciate that." I take his hand in mine, squeezing gently as we continue to dance, pretending for the moment that everything's alright. But deep down, I know it's not true. And even if he is here with me now, there will always be a part of me that belongs to someone else... some other dream that seems more real than anything in front of me right now.

Oh really? I grin wickedly, stepping even closer to him. "Well then," I breathe into his ear, letting my hand slip down his chest and rest on his hip, "I suppose we should find a more private place for that, hmm?" I feel the heat rising up in me again, remembering the passion we shared earlier... and it's hard not to want more of that now.