Confessions of a Brat

I love to lie on the beach in my little itty-bitty bikini and watch men stare at me. I have several tiny bathing suits. All of them are made in such a way as to show off my best assets. I feel like since I have a great body, why not show it off and use it to my advantage? It’s not like the men I let look at me and buy me drinks are ever going to be allowed to touch me. Nope, my motto is “They can look all they want, but they better not touch me!” I’m never letting any of those losers that stare and drool over me come near. I have better taste than that. Besides, I am a total brat.

Even at Work, I’m a Brat

I was eighteen when I got a job as a waitress. The girl who trained me said that I would get a lot more tips if I dressed sexy and talked nice to the guys. I tried it my first night. It was a beach bar, so I could wear whatever I wanted. I wore tiny cut-off jean shorts and a white blouse unbuttoned with a baby blue bikini top underneath. Only because I had to, I tied my long blond hair in a loose ponytail. I smiled at the guys so much my damn face hurt by the end of my shift.

I made lots of tips and got even better at the flirting, too. Pretty soon, I came to the conclusion that since a waitress has to make most of their money in tips, I would do anything to get more money. If I had to learn to dance on their table tops to do it, I would. Luckily, being a prick tease was about all I had to do to increase my tips.

So I learned to tolerate the guys placing their orders to my tits instead of my face. While I wasn’t thrilled, I also allowed their hands to find their way up my skirt to pat my ass.

A Brat Turns Into A Bitch

But now that I’m a waitress, I am a total brat when it comes to my personal life. It’s fun to dress sexy and turn a guy on before walking away from him. I see guys looking at me and I go out of my way to show off my body. I love when they worship my body. Dropping things to bend over and pick them up is a favorite way to get them to look at my ass. It’s great when they see my tiny red thong. Then I look over my shoulder, smile sweetly, and walk away.

I Am Out of Your League

The other day my girlfriends and I were drinking coffee at an outdoor café, when this man starts boldly staring at all of us. We smiled back and he started flirting with us and saying how sexy we were. He said he wanted to take our pictures, go out with us, etc. I told him that he could take my picture. I gave him a fake name and one of my friends and I decided to meet him for dinner. We ate three courses at the best restaurant in the city. I gave him a fake address and phone number and left the restaurant without a backwards glance. Even giving him some fucking loser humiliation, he couldn’t tell what I was doing. Clearly, we were way outta his league.

This Brat Loves Using Men

That’s how I survived when I was first waitressing. I would let men take me out on a date to a movie and a restaurant. There was absolutely no intention of sleeping with him, or even dating him again, in most cases. If I thought they were nice losers, I gave them a peck on the cheek.

Guys in my life that were friends insisted on telling me they loved me. They never had a chance of anything more than friendship, though. It was fun hearing them say they love me and buy me things.

They would say, “I’m waiting for the day when I can talk you into loving me.”

How desperate can you get?

One even paid my rent for a couple months to show his adoration. I always made sure that they knew where I stood with them. So what if I also talked to them about what I liked sexually. When I went home, I masturbated; I didn’t need them at all. It wasn’t my fault they got the wrong idea! It also wasn’t my fault that they followed me around with sad looks on their faces when I wasn’t suddenly in love with them. I know they also went home and probably had a masturbation marathon thinking about me. After all, it was all they ever got.

Losers, Go Home

Yes, I am a brat when it comes to men. But I’m beautiful and smart. Why would I settle for such losers just because they’re willing to pay my way or do things for me? They should be smarter and realize that someone like me will never look at someone like them as anything more than a free meal.

I’ll wait for a real man. Until then, I will keep being a brat who uses men anytime I want.

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