They were both laying on the bed, talking on the phone about mutual acquaintances. Who did what, where, when, why... Just a casual conversation like so many others.
But all of a sudden the call took a different turn when she said that the next day she would go out to lunch with another man.
He immediately moaned.
"Why are you telling me that," he whispered. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"
She immediately knew what hit him the most...
She giggled coyly.
"Yes," she said softly, while laughing out loud. "Is it working, loser"?
She knew fully well it was working. On a lazy, relaxing day like this, it almost always worked. But she asked nonetheless because... well... because she liked to hear him say it.
"Yes," he answered.
She giggled again. "You're such a loser," she said. "All I got to say is that I go out on a date with someone and you already start to moan. Loser."
She laughed again.
He imagined her in her underwear, laughing at him, sticking out her middle finger, humiliating him.
"Why do you do this to me?", he asked.
"Because I sometimes like being mean to losers like you", she said. "It makes me happy to humiliate you. But, on the bright side, I don't think I am going to sleep with him, like I did a couple of days ago on my other date".
He moaned. "You're so mean to bring that sex date up," he said, humiliated.
She laughed. "Haha, I know! He got to have sex with me. Something you will never, ever be allowed to, loser. Hahahaha. Tell me, loser... when was the last time that I gave you permission to come?"
"Euh... Sunday?" he answered truthfully.
"And did you come after that?"
"Hmmm... No. I don't think so".
She laughed again. "You're such a loser. Are you thinking of me, sexually, loser?"
He didn’t say anything.
“Answer, loser!” she insisted. “I wan't to hear you say it, loser.”
“Yes, I'm thinking of you,” he answered.
“Hahahaha... I thought you would, loser. That is going cost you money, like always. You must pay for that, you know that, right? Loser like you don't get to do that for free! Say that you know it, loser."
He nodded. "Yes, I know. I have to pay you for it," he answered.
"Good, good. What are you thinking now specifically?" she continued while giggling.
“Of you in the lingerie that I bought", he answered softly.
"Hahahahaha, loser. Good thinking. I am only wearing underwear now. But... it is not underwear that you bought me. And guess what... there is a new rule for today! I don't wear underwear that you paid for, so you don't get to come. Hahahaha "
He moaned.
"But you still need to pay, loser. For thinking of me sexually and get horny. Losers like you don't even get to do that for free!"
He tried to argue, but she insisted. "No, no coming for you today, loser. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe. Maybe I'll send you a text while I'm on a date, hahahaha."
He stopped trying, defeated.
She laughed. "See you tomorrow, horny man! And don't forget to pay, loser!"
She hung up the phone and smiled, ha
