With brutal honesty

"Is this all you wanna do with yourself Tom? Tend bar and fuck blondes?"

"Well, I'm just having a good time-"

"You're nobody. You know that right? These girls don't remember you. They just-"

"Then what makes you so special?" He interrupts, to which I smirk.

"Oh, I'm truly one of a kind." I stand up. "See, you just fuck. Me, I bring my submissives into a world they never thought existed. I mean if you ever got the privilege, you'd never forget it."

There are no words from Tom, just a blank stare.

"Right now, you're just a dick. A toy. I sell you every day at Love+."

I stand up and strut towards Tom, pushing his empty plate out of my way. I then sit on the table and put my feet on his thighs. Making damn sure to lock eyes with him and say "Do you at least make your blondes cum?"

"Most the time, yeah."

"Good." I suck on my finger. "But we can all do that."

My hands undo my fly and then pull down my jeans to give me enough room to work. As I slide a hand under my panties, Tom stammers "What are you doing?"

"What you do. This is what you are Tom. Two fingers. Every girl has 'em."

Said fingers meet with my pierced clit, making me bite my tongue.

"Every girl can do what you do pretty boy." I rub on my sensitive little button, purring as I do so. "Those blondes might be impressed by you, but to me, you're a fucking finger. That's it."

As I continue to pleasure myself, I wonder if Tom will prove me wrong, or if truly is just going to sit there?