"No way..."

"Listen Tom ... You said you like me, right? And that every girl need a proper tactic, right?"

You see the douche stare puzzled at Miranda before briefly nodding.

"You know what would really work on me?"

He replies by shacking his head.

"Letting me use the bathroom alone. I would really appreciate that ..."

"You would, uh? Really? And how much exactly would you appreciate it?"

"I only mean that I would be grateful ... Truly grateful..."

You suddenly notice how Miranda has pressed herself against Tom, staring in his eyes with her face inches for his.
Her voice has become mellow and husky, while her strokes have turned into a gentle massage on the tip of his cock.

"And what should that mean to me? I mean those are just words ..."Replies defensively Tom, incredibly blushing himself.

"How about a date?"

"A ... date?"

"Yeah, with me..."

"Think a real date, ok? Dinner ... movie ... whatever you like. You said you like me right? I hope you uderstand that you wont' get anything from me by just waving your dick in my face ..." She explains withdrawing a little from him.

The image of the two of them going out: him, picking her up with his pricy car, her coming out of her door, all dolled up in a thight dress... he reaching to open the door, paying some compliments, kissing her on her cheek , and then they're off, out of your reach and out of your sight.
You couldn't live through that, that's for certain.

"I'm not sure I'm getting it..."

"Indeed you're not... Listen, Tom... I'm sure there are tons of girls out there that would find you a great guy. You are ... funny, you have ... hmm ... a great body, you have ... err..."

Flatteries, uh? Let's see where she's headed...

"A big cock... You can say it, no one's hearing us now..."

"Yeah... I think you could say that... Ahem, anyhow, I'm saying that even if you have all this fantastic qualities... Well, Tom, you're just not my type."

The deep visceral pleasure in seeing you rival shot down like that, right in front of you, is so exilarating that you have to struggle keep you form bursting into a laughter.
Tom looks confused, and putting aside the satifaction, you have to admit to yourself that even you are having difficult in understanding Miranda's plan.

"Tom... let's say I suck your dick now, ok? Let's imagine that, for a moment..."

You gulp hard at these words.

"Hmmm... I'm already there, babe..." Grins the douche closing his eyes.

"Quit it! I mean, even if I suck you off ... or show you my tits or ... whatever you sick mind could come up with ... I want you to reflect one this one simple thing..."

"Nothing will change. I don't like you and I'm not going to fuck with you just because the game says so, Tom, I can guarantee you that." You observe Miranda change her tone and posture as she spews these words directly into the douche's face.

"So what?"

"So ... I'm willing to give you the chance of making me change my mind about you. If you walk out of that door now and tell the others that the dare is over, I promise I'll go out with you next friday."

"What do you say, Tom?" Asks Miranda, again drawing closer to him and pulling out a bit of that minxy attitude she used before.