Claire was on a mission. She had been eyeing an unsuspecting guy at the local bar for weeks, and tonight was the night. Armed with a fierce determination, she sauntered up to him, her curves accentuated by the tight red dress that left little to the imagination.
“Hey there, handsome,” she purred, locking eyes with the stunned man. “I couldn’t help but notice you… alone and so… handsome.”
Flushed, the poor guy stammered, “Uh, thanks. I’m just waiting for my friend…”
Claire giggled, running a finger down his arm. “Friends? No, no, I think you’d rather have me.” She pressed her ample breasts against his chest, whispering into his ear, “Besides, I’ve heard rumors you’re packing… or should I say, not packing?”
The man’s eyes widened in disbelief as Claire reached down and gave his crotch a firm squeeze. “Oh, wow… that’s it?” she taunted, her voice dripping with derision.
He winced, his face reddening. “Look, it’s just… average, okay?”
Claire released him with a condescending smirk. “Average? Even I wouldn’t go that low. You know what they say, ‘size matters’… and you, my friend, are officially embarrassingly small.”
Burning with humiliation, the man hastily paid his tab and made a hasty exit, Claire’s mocking laughter echoing in his ears. She had won this round, and she reveled in the satisfaction of having asserted her dominance over yet another potential conquest