Screw with her

You take out your pen and paper. "Excuse me," you say. People cannot lie to me, and they must obey me. You put the pen and paper back up.

You look at the girl. "What's your name by the way?"

"Amy Schmidt. What's yours."

"Don't worry about that, Amy. I understand your nickname is 'Cum Breath.'"

Amy blushes as she believes you.

"It's OK," you continue. "You are proud of that nickname."

"Well, I did work hard at it," she says, twisting a strand of hair in her fingers.

"So, what do you find attractive about me?" you ask.

"Well, your car for one. You must be rich." Amy seems shocked by her blunt honesty. "I mean, um..."

You can tell Amy wanted to lie but could not.

"Listen Cum Breath," you say. "Your breath does not smell like cum. Go find a cock to suck and come back here with a mouthful of cum, and I'll take you shopping. Prove to me how you earned your nickname."

"Um, OK!" Amy looks around and spots a couple of men painting the front of a nearby store. She gets up and hurries off.

You sip your coffee and sit back. You take out your pen and paper. There is a store that sells sex toys, bondage equipment, sexy costumes and fetish costumes less than a block from here. You put the pen back up and wait for Amy to come back.