Look up from his phone, at a restaurant.

Drawing his attention away was the voice of the waitress, and he quickly set his phone back upon the booth.

"Sir?" came the rosy voice, that out of the smooth white face of the dark red-head before him seemed as scrumptious as the meals here which they served. "Are you finished with that?"

Noticing his empty plate, Josh managed a quick nod and let her take them. She smiled and retrieved the plate. As she bent forward to pick up the used silverware, his eyes magnetically fell to her two perky breasts. Beneath her waitress top, they seemed soft to the touch and fairly firm and he felt his stare refuse to tear away. When finally, he did, he saw two blue eyes blinking back at him.

However, instead of a look of disgust or repulsion, a wry smile seemed to touch down on the corner of the waitress' lips as what came out of her mouth next took Josh by a shred of surprise, as she made no attempt at subtlety.

"Well well," she said with a breath as she returned upright, plate in hand, "looks like someone's a bit of a perv, aren't they?"

Before Josh could say anything, the woman, whose nametag read 'Veronica', continued without discretion.

"I'll tell you what." As she talked, Josh could've sworn she was pushing her boobs out even more, arching the upper segment of her back while moving the plate from in front of her chest so as not to block Josh's view. "If you're so interested in my breasts, why don't I let you take an even better look at them," she maintained her smile, as calm and professional as a waitress in this joint would be expected to appear, "with the generous addition of an extra 5 dollar tip from that old wallet of yours, sir."

Josh sat flabbergasted at her words. He looked down to his mundane pants, then at his phone, and his eyes widened. When he whipped his gaze back to Veronica, she had a hand on her hip, cocked out prettily. A woman like this definitely knew how much of an asset her looks were. But, in the same time, to be this ribald about it...

...it had to be.

The app.

Did it actually... work?

"I'll let you think about it," she said, finally, as another table in the corner caught her eye. She began walking away. "But when I come back around I hope you'll have an answer for me, sir." She grinned again, almost as if amused with herself, then turned her whole self forward. She ran into another waitress, a mousy, but cute brunette, and stopped her. They exchanged words that Josh suspected was about him since Veronica pointed his way under a handful of giggles. Glancing in his direction, the two looked away when they saw him looking, and stifled even more laughter before saying bye and going back to work, walking up and down the aisle.

Sitting back in his seat, Josh stared at nothing for a while. Then he looked at his phone, and woke it from its slumber, opening the app and looking at the line he'd typed in from earlier.

Women take all sexual advances, harassment, violations, or creeping by men as challenges and/or games and have no problem meeting them halfway in sexual indecency to play along and/or contest them.

He shook his head, and looked around, wondering if, considering this really did work, there was any other thing to test it out on. A variety of patrons and staff were lumbering through the morning chug. Some pretty co-eds there, a business woman or two having a serious looking discussion, a girl eating by herself, and what looked like a 30-something-year-old woman eating with her husband. And the cute waitresses in all their various figures. Josh shifted one leg over the other.