Failed FWB
Intro: Marie is a friend, a dancer who loves to party. She has entered a wet-tshirt competition and you went along for moral support. Somehow, you got asked to judge, and Marie has asked you to make sure she wins the $500 prize.
I’m not asking for anything, simply offering you an opportunity if you choose to take advantage of it. He looks down at his crotch, then at the envelope, the back into your eyes. You know he’s been attracted to you for awhile.
Marie eyes flickered down to where his gaze had just been, then back up to meet his gaze with a slight smirk. "I see. You're just being very generous." She paused, considering her options. Then in a slow, teasing voice. "What would I have to do to earn such a generous gift?"
Oh I’ve given you the wrong impression. Your way to special to be bartered with. I appreciate you, and would hope you’d appreciate me.
Her eyebrow quirked up at the comment. "Well aren't you just full of surprises today." She traced her finger around the edge of the envelope, still making no move to open it. "And what exactly does appreciating you entail?" Her eyes stayed locked onto his as she spoke, a playful glint in them.
A gift isn’t genuine if it’s requested.
"If you were anyone else, I would've called this a bribe," Marie remarked with a playful smirk, tapping her fingers on the envelope. "But coming from you, I'll take it as a thoughtful gift. I appreciate the offer, Daddy." She pushed the envelope back towards him, inviting him to pull a few bills out himself. "However, I won't make it easy for you. You'll have to earn my appreciation."
He picks up the envelope and puts it in the inside pocket of his sport coat. My apologies, I’ve clearly offended you and misread the situation. If you need anything else, I’ll be in my office.
"Oh, don't be so glum, Daddy. I didn't say I wasn't interested," She reached out and brushed his arm lightly as he moved to leave. "I just think you're being too modest about what you have to offer. Maybe you should show me instead of telling me." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she spoke, challenging him.
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She crossed her arms, putting her cleavage on full display as she leaned back in her chair. "If you're too shy to play, Daddy, then I guess I'll have to find someone who isn't." She reached for her phone, starting to scroll through her contacts.
