Entertaining Other Females Quotes の小説・ストーリー

“I have never been proposed to but I understand that my face has that effect on people.” “I can tell you only make these jokes around me. Why? Is it because I'm a woman and you don't find me worthy enough to hold an intellectual conversation with me or you only are all brawn and no brain?” “Keep talking like that, baby. I just need an excuse to bash your head in. Just one.”

The guys say I'm an ugly slut who's hungry for dick but will keep on hiding behind my glasses and books. Cue rancid laughter that makes a smell with hints of beer drift into my nose. The females though are more creative with their words. I hate every one of them for it.

I laugh a little harder, then stop to act serious. “But you can't possibly give him the bitch finger. He’ll think you're cheap.” Her tone is soft, persuasive. “Men like their ladies sophisticated. Hard to bend over.” She grins. True and not true. I tsk. “It's not that serious.” I mean, if she knows my fantasy to let any fit stranger’s blue balls bash my cunt till I’m sore, she wouldn't say this. She starts adjusting towards me, eyes wide with enthusiasm. “What are the fun activities for tonight? We could go swimming…”

she said. Esther jostled her. “You said it like you’re not one of these amazing women, honey. That’s where you’re wrong—you’re better than all of them. You’re beautiful, you’re sexy, you’re super talented, and you’re a goddamned celebrity. How many women out there could possibly rival your stacked assets, hmm?” she pointed out. “Plus, marrying celebrities and stars is precisely the sort of thing these men and their fat bank accounts do. You know what I’m alluding to, Annie? I’m telling you to go after Mr. Larson’s heart!”

I make it seem like I'm a pack of candy that serves as a treat for a good deed. “How often would you like to have me if you were my mate?”, I turn his own question to himself. “Every day!”, he sounds confident. The room is silent for a moment, everyone wonders if it is a serious statement or if it’s just by the script. I break the tension by laughing loudly. “Watch your age, Mr. Fellogan. They say women my age are insatiable, it's the peak years”, I respond coquettishly, battering with my eyes. Another laugh from the audience, they are back at the show.

The words hung in the air like smoke. Joanne froze with the lipstick halfway to her lips. Slowly, she capped it and turned toward me, her smile brittle. “What a curious thing to say.” “Is it?” I asked, feigning surprise. “It's something I heard from other women, and I'm not judging you, I mean, not every woman has the strength to go after what she wants. You do. Admirable, really.” “Sophie, you have such a wicked tongue.” Her laugh was sharp and clipped.

A few people laughed softly, and I knew perfectly well it wasn’t because I was funny. Vittoria didn’t laugh. “Modern women do love to keep busy,” she said, folding her napkin. “It leaves them very little time to think about more important things.” I took a sip of my mineral water and smiled at her. “Good thing I’m talented enough to multitask, Nonna.” Vittoria looked at me for a few seconds longer, like she were deciding on the most elegant method of murder. “We all have different definitions of talent.” My smile turned sweeter. “That’s what makes the world interesting.”

Samira asks, raising an eyebrow. “Well, they actually want to meet this weekend outside of the club. The three of us.” Ivy blushes. “Is it wrong to be excited?” “It would be wrong to not go through with such an adventure! We only live once, ladies. We can’t let the male ego sway how we use these bodies we have. It's up to us to be wild and free so the generation after us can aim higher.” Samira preaches. “Never thought this speech on women fucking how they want would ever make my top five favorite speeches of all time. But hey. I will have to drop Gandhi from my top five now girl.” We all laugh.

“Sleeping with two elderly men, and the older one seems to have tired out after some action. I never expected her to be this slutty.” “Such a slut!” “And the audacity to broadcast it live!” “She is a classic example of a bitch who would die and take all others with her to hell.” The more Vivian heard, the smugger she became. It was what that bitch Liliana deserved. She should have stayed away and not crossed her. Vivian had taken a foot spa and chose the shared sitting rather than a private room as she was wont to do. Listening to the remarks about Liliana, Vivian thought it was worth looking at other people’s ugly faces.

“A lot of things have happened to me but i have no interest in talking about them. No offense.” Jardon tilted his head. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” “I don’t, and I don’t really care. All I know is that you’re interrupting my session.” “You have quite a big mouth, don’t you? You know, it’s not good for a young lady to speak so much, especially when addressing elders and people in powerful positions. Women are more beautiful with their mouths shut.” “Well, I don’t care about being beautiful. My job here is to babysit these beautiful girls. That’s all I want to do right now so please excuse us.”