Shoot him down

I spent half a second considering it, but I had to draw a line somewhere.

Me: Nice try buster

Douche: Why not?

Douche: Show me how much of a slut you are

Fuck. That shouldn't be a compelling argument, yet somehow I felt tempted. Steeling myself, I told him no.

Me: Not yet

Douche: So later then?

Me: You'll have to earn the privilege

I looked down at the chat log, shaking my head. I had somehow promised him to send him a pussy pic in the future. I really wasn't thinking straight. Locking my phone, I got dressed and joined Jamie on the couch. I was making things way too complicated for myself, thinking with my clit.