Josh talks to the lone girl in a sundress.

Being bold was important right?

If he wanted fortune's favor, he decided he would go out with a bang, and stood up from the table. He looked at another corner of the diner and spotted a dirty blonde haired girl staring out the glass window. Apparently she was also eating alone. A bread crumb or two dotted an otherwise bare slab of ceramic and her cup of OJ was nearly fully depleted.

Josh thought that if this was some ordinary situation, this may have been the threshold of some kind of romantic meet cute scene. Too bad this was anything but.

As he walked up to her, he took in her elegant white sundress and the soft skin that glowed from the trickle of light through the transparent glass, outside which people walked and hustled, to and fro. With a breath, Josh stopped at her table and cleared his throat.

"Hi," he said, as she turned her head to meet his gaze, her hair flowing over her lashes then settling back into place beautifully before her cheeks. Before she could say anything else, Josh proceeded. "You look real hot in that dress." He leaned forward and uttered, "I'm going to fuck you so hard on your way back home you won't even see it coming. You should keep an eye constantly behind you, little missy."

Bam.

Lock 'im up, folks. This was the moment of truth, and he was prepared to be freed or incarcerated by its admission.

He regardless took the time to think back, remembering receiving the app and the idea he had. There was a reason he'd worded the rule the way he did, and that was to remove the notion of helplessness being not just default but possible; if it went as planned, it would mean women would no longer feel threatened, intimidated, or victimized by approaches like this.

No; for them, now, it was something they'd feel determined to take up on, to contest, to face head-on -- in other words, if it was as Josh had hoped, then that meant no girl, including this one, would go, "Ahh, no no no no, someone, please!", but rather:

"What did you just say?"

Oh. Or that.

Not quite what he was expecting, Josh gulped as an arched eyebrow appeared over the young, endearing woman's right eye, and her serious face pointed headlong towards his. For a second, every axiom of his boldness was prepared to give way to a quick exit to the Pacific Ocean when suddenly she scooted to the edge of the booth and stood up, leaning against the top of the seat. It all happened in a flash for Josh; her casual look, how se brought her knee and gently rubbed it against Josh's crotch. He groaned. It was sudden, but felt undeniably good. Especially considering how hard he was feeling that moment. Her knee moved in pleasurable movements against his mass as it pulsed and throbbed before her soft bone.

"Then what you waiting for, buster?" she cocked her head, smiling with playfulness and wicked mischief combined, somehow not erasing her angelic features as she brought her hands and flipped her dress upward. She wiggled her hips from side to side. "See this? Look," she pointed, "I got what you want riight here." She looked at Josh again, her lips curled with undoubtable impishness. "But I bet you're just all talk, aren't you?"

Her cute pink panties stared up at Josh and he found himself the one stammering as she brought her covered vagina towards him and pressed it against his unbelievably hard dick, circling it along its panhandled mass.

As Josh tried to hold her, or push her, or come to a decision for crying out loud, a voice resounded from behind.

"Is there a problem?" With enough flexibility, Josh's neck twisted backward to see a man in white attire and an ascot tie looking at them patiently.

"No," shook the girl's head, as she smiled politely, grinding against Josh's dick. "None at all. Just had this gentleman here rudely telling me how much he wanted to pretty much **** me." She raised her fingers to put the words in 'quotes'.

The man laughed and bowed courteously. "I'm sure he'd love to **** a pretty woman like you, now wouldn't he?"

It took a second for Josh to chuckle after noticing he was looking at him. His dick felt like it was about to blow at the girl's attention and he found himself grinding himself against her in tandem as he choked out, "Right. You bet."

As the words left his mouth, the young woman pushed even harder onto his manhood, now brushing up and down and wrestling with it like it was the climactic match of the night.

Finally, Josh felt himself cumming in his pants and groaned. The woman drew herself away, letting her sundress fall back over her panties and thighs as she flipped her dirty blonde hair back over her shoulder and placed a hand over her mouth theatrically.

"Oh, whoops!" she winked, eyes darting down, then back up, then down again. "Looks like you came a bit early there..." Shrugging, she sat back down and asked the man who had been standing by for a check. Then she looked back at Josh, and without any real sliver of malice took a sip out of her cup. "Don't worry mister," she laughed, patting him in the dick before giving it a quick fondle and returning her hand back to her glass. "Maybe you could **** me some other day. Tomorrow, or today, even. I work at the local recreations-swimming club by the hills, it's pretty nearby. Here." Looking away, she shuffled through her bag. Josh only looked on in shock as she turned back to face him and handed him something. He took it, and looked down. It was a card.

"It's free to use and everything, except the new water slide area." Pointing out the names of the features as shown by little cloudy thumbnails that scattered the face of the card, she finished as if they'd only casually met at some accidental bump-in in the theater. Finally, she said, "Oh, and I'm Hailee."

Josh blinked, and took her outstretched hand into his. Then, after an awkward second of uncertainty, shook it.

"You are?" she said with a slight laugh, finally, after he went on for a moment saying nothing.

Shaking his head, Josh said, "Oh. Uh. Sorry. I'm Joshua. Josh."

"Nice to meet you Josh," she smiled. A look of casual sunniness was in her eyes as the man from earlier came back with the check. She thanked him, and he looked at the both of them with a friendly surreptitiousness before leaving them to it. Josh looked back to Hailee, and pocketed the card.

"I'll, uh. I'll see if I could drop by."

"Great." Standing up, she grabbed her bag and headed for the front counter. "See you there! Josh." Her eyes sparkled brightly then blinked away, leaving Josh staring at the back of her pretty little head. He watched her go up to the woman at the front as they laughed at who knew what topic. But something told Josh that that feeling of deja vu he was feeling was no coincidence. Nor that wet dampness in his pants that very moment. He took a peek below and grimaced. She did a number on him. Apparently the whole situation had been more arousing than he expected.

Going back to his table, he shifted his dick uncomfortably in his pants. Nobody, not one, was coiling away in disgust or making a complaint to management or even dialing the authorities. Some seemed to be curious at first, but now they were all tending to their business once more, as if knowing what that had been about was enough to assuage any concern. Or, maybe, the fact was that anything sexual in public was a lot less alarming now; considering how sexual advances and whatnot was no longer seen as something all that scary or disparaging, the result was probably a quantifiably tempered natural response to such stimuli. If not wholly, then at least in partial combination with the former.

After clearing his head of its latent dormancy, Josh took out his phone, as if just to look at it. Finally, after a passing car honked outside, he chuckled. He grabbed his stomach, nearly bursting into a fit if he hadn't the will to compose his self.

Well, damn.

It was real after all.

And in spite of everything, that encounter turned out to be as meet cute as meet cutes in this world probably went. As if his introductory greeting and their little act meant nothing more than just some fleeting little 'game'.

A game that, in this case, he essentially lost.

Josh ruminated, pondering what would have happened if he actually did manage to take her then and there. The only way to find out was to try it out at some later point, either on her or some other girl. Josh furrowed a brow. He was still slightly worried, but the most restrictive of standards he had were now in the back of his mind. Fortune favored the bold after all. Didn't it?

Besides, if Hailee didn't mind the notion of inviting a man she just met to try **** her as a way of getting him to come to her workplace at a recreational/gym center... then he doubted any woman would fault him for acting proactively. 'Walking the walk'.

He looked back at the phone and remembered that that was where it started. The young man wondered if there was anything else with which he should tamper. He also looked around to see where Veronica was, remembering the pretty redheaded waitress, and decided he might take her up on the tip. He'd call himself courteous, but it was really an equal playing field now.

Pulling his pants up against his penis, he thought an un-creamed pair would nevertheless be preferable at the moment.