short story [000]
long story [111]
help! [222]

I recommend reading the short story version, especially if you're like me and lose interest if there's more than two paragraphs. After

reading whichever version you see fit, I'd appreciate your help, opinion, etc etc.

[000]
Long story short, I get used by this chick for some cheap oral sex, and she never talks to me until three weeks ago. She's a

manipulative bitch, I've decided the best way for me to exact vengeance is by baiting her in with some "I'm vulnerable" bullshit story,

and then trick her into giving me head. In which case, I'll be taking plenty of pictures. After we're done, I'd like to leave a bitter taste in

her mouth by never speaking to her again. The semen will help, too.

[111]
At the end of my senior year, I notice that summer's coming. Which means a three month female drought for me, so I figure I'd better

get a move on in order to have a chick around for the summer. I find a sufficient subject in my math class, pretty cute yadda yadda

yadda, insert teenage hormonal sh3s t3h one1!!1!!11!! bullshit here. So I tell her I like her, she acts as if she reciprocates it, so we set

a date up. The date comes up, but she suddenly remembers that she had some plans she already made with friends. I don't talk to her

for a couple weeks, and somehow or another I end up talking to her again. I don't recall how.

For a lengthy period of time, two weeks perhaps, we flirt over aim--she's in oklahoma at the time. so she eventually asks "so when are

we going to hang out?" i tell her to set a date, she refuses, I tell her never. She gives, sets a date for june the 6th. My Satanist days

were over, at the time, so I found it cute enough to humor, but not attractive enough to start shopping for rings.

June 6 comes, we go see The Omen, (remake) quite possibly one of the worst movies I'd ever seen. I promised nothing sexual would

happen, and I kept my word. She was also one of the most sloppy eaters of popcorn I had ever seen, she might have been trying to be

seductive, but instead she just came off looking like a pig. A pretty pig, albeit, but a pig all the same.

We get back to my house, I want her to check out my new car (cheap ploy, I know). We get inside, I offer a massage, she "reluctantly"

accepts. A while later, 30 minutes maybe, she gets a call that she needs to go home. So she does.

Talk to her a few days later, she loved my massage (of course). We set the next date for the following Saturday (the 10th, if memory

serves). Oh, it's also of interest to mention that she said she'd never been eaten out before. "What a coincidence!" says I, "I love eating

people out!" Also, just before saying good night, she mentioned she wanted a massage.

So I get to her house the next afternoon, (Saturday) and she's being literally the worst host I'd ever seen. First of all, I call her up

beforehand to make sure I have correct directions and to apologize for being a couple hours late--family emergency. So she's talking

bullshit that she doesn't even want me showing up, something about a nail appointment soon. I could smell bullshit, so I called her bluff,

went there anyway. Back to the point, we went outside by the pool--nice pool, by the way--and she was all quiet and shit. So we go

inside, she hops on her computer, completley ignoring me. So, I'm like **** this, I have infinitely better things to than be ignored, so I

got in my car, started it, was looking for a sufficiently good cd and call it a day. I happen to look up and there she is, playfully accusing

me of having stolen something. She tells me to empty out my pockets. This is it! This is the miracle I'd been hoping for so I could turn it

around to my benefit. And turn it around I did.

We're back in her room, I'm emptying out my pockets, and I inform her that she ordered a massage. She denies it, I should've been like

"deuces, bitch," but I decided I should take the opportunity right now before it slips through my hands.

So I'm giving her a massage, and she's like "oh, you have 45 minutes before you have to go." This is where the sin of pride comes into

play, I *should've* taken that to mean "give me the massage of a lifetime and make me want your dick so bad I have to beg for it," but

instead I took it to mean "I want a half-assed massage, no foreplay, and just your tongue in my vagina." I, of course, went with the latter.

So I'm doing the down and dirty and she's lying there trying to pass off like she doesn't like it. Which I'd still be open to the possibility,

but after about 45 minutes, she asks what time it is, I tell her, she's like "15 more minutes." Doesn't do the "I didn't like it" argument very

good.

Anyways, the dog started barking shortly afterward, so I got my shit together and got the hell out. She walked me to the door, no kiss,

no hug. Nothing.

After that Saturday, talking on aim was like pulling teeth, so I eventually gave up on her. Until Friday the 13th (ironic, no?) she decided

it'd be a good idea to im me. We talked a while that day, but since then she's never im'd me, and I've im'd her three times. Each time,

she was acting distant, like I'm the asshole who's intruding on her.

Fin.



[222]
So, my path is clear, I must take vengeance on her using me. I figured poetic justice will work nicely here, me getting her to blow me so

I can tell her to go **** herself with a clear conscience. But here's the problem, she isn't exactly begging for my dick. Considering that

she's a manipulative, scheming bitch, (see: female) I have to somehow trick her into thinking she's controlling me. Therein lies the

problem, I have this intense fear of being vulnerable to someone for that precise reason. Being used, and then tossed aside like I'm

just a dick in their ass.

Here's where you all come in, how do I effectively get this chick to think she's in control of me so I can utterly destroy her day.