“You’re only good for one thing,” I whispered in his ear. We were sitting at the hotel bar, and he’d just ordered the bottle of Dom Perignon I told him I wanted. “The only purpose you serve is paying my tab,” I continued. Our waiter arrived with a champagne bucket and the bottle. He smiled at me as he popped the cork. I looked him up and down approvingly, and again leaned over and whispered in his ear, “now someone like him… he’s good for things you’ll never be. I bet he could fuck me properly.”
I smiled back at our waiter and licked my lips. “My pay pig has the tiniest little needle dick. You should see it… it’s pathetic. Lucky for him, his wallet is fat, otherwise I wouldn’t give him the time of day. But I have many needs, and he can only fulfill one of them. He’s a pitiful pervert… he likes to stalk beautiful girls on the internet and collect their pictures without their permission. Then he plays with himself while he fantasizes that he has a chance to satisfy them with his worthless little dick!” I started laughing and tucked my hair behind my ear. “I’ve got a lot of dirt on him… sensitive information that he doesn’t want anyone to know about… so he pays.”
Our waiter looked back and forth between us, speechless. He set the bottle down into the ice and excused himself.
My piggy picked up his glass and held it up to me, as if I’d toast him. I ignored his invitation and brought my own glass to my lips. “Just keep paying or I start talking. That’s all you’re good for.”
hi the “here piggy piggy”
is so triggering
i cant stop