Lucy had a game she would play with her friends – a kind of competition. They would go speed dating – talking to a succession of men at an organised event in five minute bursts – and whichever girl got the most expressions of interest from men was the winner.
Lucy’s strategy was simple – she would bare her tits, and say, quietly, “If you date me, you can do anything you want to me.” She inevitably got the interest of every man she talked to.
The girls’ rules said you weren’t allowed to misrepresent yourself, or make promises you didn’t intend to follow through on, but that was okay – honestly, Lucy liked discovering exactly what each man would do with her, later, when she returned their interest. Sometimes it embarrassed her. Sometimes it hurt her, quite a lot. Either way, she would orgasm; that was just how she was made.
The success of her technique soon made her the envy of her jealous friends. She liked the popularity, but she suspected the next time they went speed dating that one or more of them might try her strategy. Which was why she modified hers slightly. “By the way,” she would purr, as the men stared at her tits, “if any of my friends make you this offer, take them up on it, invite them to your house, tie them to your bed… then invite me over, and we’ll have fun with them together…”
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