Confessions of A Brat

I love to lie on the beach in my little bitty bikini and watch men staring 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!

Bratty at Work

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. I tied my long blond hair in a loose ponytail only because I had to. I smiled at the guys so much my damn face hurt by the end of my shift. I made lots of tips and got better at it too. I came to the conclusion that since waitress have to make most of their money in tips; therefore, I would learn to dance on their table tops if that’s what it took to get a decent tip. So I learned to tolerate the guys placing their orders to my tits instead of my face and their hands finding their way up my skirt to pat my ass.

But now that I’m a waitress, I am a total brat when it comes to my personal life. I like to dress sexy, turn a guy on and tell him and then walk away from him. I see guys looking at me and I go out of my way to show off my body. I drop things and bend over in front of them and get them a good look at my ass and my tiny red thong. Then I look over my shoulder and smile sweetly and walk away.

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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 and how 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. Fucking loser couldn’t he tell we were way outta his league?

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 with absolutely 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. I also had guys that were friends of mine that knew I didn’t want anything more than friendship, but still insisted on telling me they loved me and buying me things and saying that they were “waiting for the day they could talk me into loving them.” They were so desperate! 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 and when I was going to go home and touch myself? 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.

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.