1. Poor Petra! (1)


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: fegirboh, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    on earth a girl like her gets to hang out with me. Okay newsflash, so I’m a bit of a bitch, and yeah I’m getting off on the idea of people here thinking like that. Especially the guys. I like how Petra is no competition. Better than that, I’m smugly aware that socializing with her is making me look even more slim and pretty and desirable tonight. And the reverse, of course. Petra must be painfully conscious of the contrast between us. She must be feeling spectacularly unattractive and inferior sat in a bar like this with me. Yeah, she must be. The thought gives me a bitchy little kick. I confess that this rather appealing scenario did cross my mind when I suggested that we go out together this evening. Thing is, I could have gone out on my own and had fun, sure I could, but that can appear kinda slutty. Much better to have Petra tagging along as my unappealing little stooge. That’s why I put all the effort earlier into persuading her. I fix her with a penetrating smirky grin. Petra tries returning it but it’s forced. She’s seen the way the men in here are looking at me. “Yes, I’m feeling optimistic about this place,” I go on. “Tons of nice looking guys in here! Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” “Dunno,” she mumbles. Should I keep playing with the poor thing? Mmm, I think I will. It’s rather fun. “Especially with you in that fabulous dress!” I say. Petra gives a tight smile. She does have a nice dress on but we both know she doesn’t look remotely sexy in it. Me on the ...
    other hand: stressed denim mini, bare legs, little cotton top, no bra, open sandals, pedicure, you get the picture. Pricktease. “And your hair’s looking good too,” I tell her, giggling inwardly at what a blatant lie that is. OMG I’m such a bitch. Petra shrugs and falls silent. She suspects I’m making fun of her but she can’t get all upset at me without coming across like a grumpy humourless cow. I resist the urge to continue patronizing the poor girl. I’m thoroughly enjoying dishing out the sly mockery but I don’t want to overdo it. She is my roommate. Plus I don’t want her running out on me. That would kinda defeat the object. I survey the surroundings again, at my leisure this time, and assess how many men are giving me the eye. It’s well into double digits. Yeah, I’m generating a heap of palpable male excitement in this place. So what’s new. I take a few moments to just luxuriate in the effect I’m having. Bask in the adoration. As usual I’m experiencing a satisfying surge of power being the object of such desire. And, as usual I want to use and abuse it. So, I decide to fool around a little. I resume chatting in desultory fashion to stooge Petra but at the same time, I start playing the temptress for the guys that are watching me. I flick my eyes around the bar, make with the sultry pout, tossing of hair, licking of lips, suggestive stroking of my wine glass, all that sort of stuff. I shift my stool a little, angle myself away from the table, and make an erotic production of ...
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