Lacy proves she's fun.

Lacy didn't respond right away. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction. That wasn't all of it, though. She also didn't know how to respond. Jack was a jerk. But he was also one of the only guys over thirty who she had talked to in months, and after all the twenty somethings that had hit on her at the bar lately, she was tired of guys her own age. It was nice to talk to someone who knew what he wanted.

So nice that she didn't even mind he was a perv.

Lacy was no prude. The toys in her special closet proved it! But this wasn't about proving it to herself. Jack was the one who didn't believe her. So she would have to prove it to him, too.

Men always loved her tits. She thought her ass was better, but she knew the power her cleavage had on men. Lacy pulled up her shirt and held it there with her teeth, cushioning her tits with her spare arm to make sure the girls were looking perky. With a snap of her phone's camera she saw herself reflected, chest flushed, tits begging to be freed from her bra, and **** for attention. No, money, not attention. That's what this was about.

It had been a long time since she had sent a picture like this to a man. Was she really going to go through with it?