"Hmm, what else can I get again?"

"What?"

"What were the other choices? Can you repeat them? I mean ... was the blowjob still on the table?"

You shrug in you dark corner at Tom's unsurprising show of bluntness.

"No offense, Miranda, but I want all my options well lined up, before picking a decision."

"I... I really don't know what to say, Tom... You're incredible..." Shrugs you crush.

"Just tell me what the other options are, would you? Number one is a date with you, ok... number two?"

"I-I don't know... S-Showing you my tits, maybe?"

"Oh... just that?"

"Yeah! What else di you expect, perv?"

"Sure, whatever ... number three?"

"Must really have to be also a number three?"

"Definetly."

"Ok, then... Let me think .... hmm ... I can show you my pussy..."

"WAAH! Wrong, I'm already gonna see it even if I don't accept you proposal, so that can't do, at least if you don't put something else on it ..."

"Sigh. Ok, I can give you ..."

"A blowjob? I knew it!"

"Not at all! I wasn't about to say that!"

"What then?"

"A kiss! I was just saying that I can give you a kiss, you moron!"

You realize, for strange that it may seem, that the prospective of seeing them kiss repels you even more that the other options.

"I'm not sure I'm getting it... You don't expect me seriously to give up the dare just for a kiss, do you?"

"Yeah... why?"

"Nah... That's not enough. I would olny give you a little pause to piss for that. You would have to get back at jerking me off afterwards, same goes for showing me your tits..."

"Tom... you're the worst..."

"Save that... number four?"

"What you mean by number four? Three options looks perfectly fine to me!"

"I doesn't look like that to me, but maybe we should just stick to the original dare..."

"Hmpf, ok! Four is... but Tom, this works out only if you call the dare over afterwards, ok? Four is that I let you touch me for a minute."

"Whoa! A whole minute? Really? How can I pass up that?"

"Ok, two minutes..."

"While you jerk me?"

"What? No!"

"Come on, what's the point if I can't come to that?"

"Fine... but I keep my clothes on while you do it..."

"I don't think so. Well, no deal I guess... I had hoped to end this boring dare here and now, but if you don't want to cooperate..."

"You know I want that more than you, Tom... Come on, I know you're just trying to scam me."

"Who knows? Maybe I'll chose the date..."

For a moment, Miranda seems to be thinking to herself how far she is supposed to go with this little bargaining.

"Ok, one minute of touching and I can keep on my underware..."

"No bra, last offer."

"Tsk, fine! Just make up your mind."

"Relax, babe! And don't stop stroking, it helps me thinking..."

"Hmm, not an easy choice, two options and I still get you to be my personal "handmaid", but maybe the other two could turn out to be even better, who knows? Decisions, decisions..."

"May I remind you that the whole point of this is that I need to use the toilet, and I need it right now, you dimwit!" Then bursts Miranda hissing.

Tom grins, then replies "I think I've made up my mind..."