Dennis wants something

"I need you to... to..." Lauren hung her head. "T... touch my boobs."

"HAHAHA!" Dennis laughed as Lauren flushed and adverted her gaze. "Oh, this is too great! Is that what you need? Well, I'll do it... if you do something for me."

"Something for you?!" Lauren gasped, looking up at him indignantly. "You get to touch my boobs, isn't that enough."

"Nope. I want more." Dennis said. He was a clever guy, and could tell he had all the power.

"Fine. What is it?" Lauren asked, defeated.

"I want you to come to Comic-Con with me. It just happens to be tomorrow."

"But... but..." Lauren wanted to say no. She didn't want to go to some sweaty nerd gathering with the biggest loser she knew! But, if she wanted clothes, and she did, she had ****.

"Fine." She mumbled glumly.

"Great! Oh, and I'm picking your outfit!" Dennis added.

"But... nothing to revealing!" Lauren tried to request, but Dennis was dismissive.

"Sure sure, whatever." He said. "Now, for me to touch you're boobs, don't you have to stop covering them?