No, fuck other people at the bar instead

Susan's stubbornnes irritates you. She needs to understand just what kind of a sex Goddess she's refusing.

Sophie: "Let me show you something."

You rise to stand up on a table and whistle loudly. The bar patrons all turn to look at you.

Sophie: "Alright everyone, show of hands. Who here would fuck me right now if I asked you to?"

There's a slight **** at first, but within about ten seconds, literally everyone at the bar has raised their hands. Men, women, married couples, the bartenders, the security guards, the people who are too drunk to speak. Everyone except Susan.

Sophie: "Well then, looks like we're gonna have a good evening! Oh, except you, Susan. Since you don't want to be a part of this, you'll have to leave."

Susan: "Sophie, you can't just-"

You're already on the floor, giving handjobs to two different people and footjobs to another two.

Sophie: "Sorry, can't hear you over all this dick rubbing!"

Susan: "But you-"

Now there's a guy underneath you giving you anal, and you're also giving cunnilingus to two women at the same time. You pluck your head out from between their muffs to gloat to Susan:

Sophie: Bwah! "Exit's to the left, darling!"

Susan just watches in furstration and mild awe as you practically swim through the bar, spreading a tidal wave of orgasms in your wake. She huffily exits the building, hearing the whole bar tremble in tune with the bass, as your ass thumps against the floor in beat to the rhythm. Susan goes home while you remain in this fleshly heaven you've created.

By 4am, you have to call in an ambulance because nobody else besides yourself is able to walk anymore. You then go home too, and wear out five dildos and two bottles of champagne before crashing into your bed not out of exhaustion, but of satisfaction.

The next day, you call Susan to tell her that she doesn't have to have sex with you if she doesn't want to, and that you're sorry for calling her out with such an extravagant stunt. Susan tells you that it's alright, but deep down she's mad jealous of you, and frankly a bit afraid of the apparent power that you wield.

ENDING 65 -Sophie Showoff-