If I let you squeeze my tits, will you buy me a drink?

Diana felt herself turn red. Her mind screamed something was wrong but her mouth opened and the words fell out. If I let you squeeze my tits, will you buy me a drink? Diana knew she would refer to her own breasts as 'tits', let alone offer them to a mortal man for his pleasure. However, that is exactly what she did. What made things worse was Diana could feel the start of a fire in her loins.

"Yes!" exclaimed the man. Diana didn't think The Flash could move as fast as this man; his hands were reaching for her breasts before the word 'yes' had left his mouth. The man couldn't help himself. There was no finesse, no gentleness, the man grabbed her tits like he was testing the firmness of cantaloupe melons. "Beautiful," said the man as he continued to maul her tits.

Misty smiled as she watched the man squeeze the life out of Diana's boobs. She knew that if the man had touched her tits, or any of the other girls' tits that roughly he would have been thrown out. However all the staff knew about Diana and knew not to intervene, unless of course intervening meant increasing Diana's humiliation. "You have really beautiful tits, do you know that?" asked the man.

Misty had to bite her tongue not to laugh out loud. 'What kind of loser says that?' thought Misty.

"Yes," replied Diana in a matter of fact manner.

Misty couldn't help but audible snigger at Diana actually replying. 'Who the fuck replies to that?!' she though. Then Misty came up with a wicked idea: a wicked suggestion.