Meeting Jamie

James looked across the audience then stood with his hands on his hips and his legs wide apart before addressing them.

"What's up, bitches? You're lucky I'm even talking to y'sall. Did you all bring your lunch money? Oh, you're broke. That sucks. Well, unless you have anything else to offer me, then I don't have time for you losers!"

The accent wasn't perfect, but it was convincing enough to make the act work, and the higher pitched tone was at least an obvious imitation of a teenage girl.

"It's really nice to meet you Jamie" the man who had asked the question seemed delighted to be able to interact with the bitchy cheerleader he had created.

"Oh, you like my tits? Are you gonna jerk off to my hot body with your tiny cock?"

Some of the audience members chuckled. They liked this, and the man took no offence. In fact he seemed to enjoy being put down by Jamie.

"What is your name, loser?"

"It's David" the man responded, smiling.

"David, eh? Well, David, here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to make fun of you. And you're gonna sit there and take it. Then I'm gonna leave. Got it?"

"Got it, Jamie" the man sounded giddy with anticipation.

"Wow, you sound like you are about to cum in your pants." Jamie looked David up and down dismissively "I'm not surprised. I can't believe someone as hot as me is even bothering talking to a dork like you at all!"

"You're right, Jamie. I'm not worth your time." David replied "But I was wondering if I could persuade you to perform one of your sexy cheerleading routines for me and my friends here?"