She had a reputation to uphold? What did that even matter! Now, you understood standing for something you believed in; that kind of shit was a given. You were Kamina! You stood for freedom, and self respect! Your comrades were your strength, and you devoted yourself to doing whatever you could to protect them! That was your mantra–your manly mantra!
If she wanted to show you the goods, she could do it right here.
“–I ain’t interested in a normal pair of breasts,” came your reply. “A lady’s gotta have a pair that makes a man find himself! A woman is a man’s true quest, Panty! If ya think yer bad-ass enough to talk about your tits like that, than show me! Right here and there! Screw your reputation! We men do what we do because we do what we do! Same thing should go for you ladies!” You huff.
Reaching up toward your glasses, you grabbed her underwear and casually spun it around your index finger.
“–Yer move, babe. Either show me now, or yer all talk.”
Your brow couldn’t help but raise as he spewed on about being a man. What the fuck did that have to do with anything, you were one hundred percent female. And his talk about “normal breasts” was giving you the the same assumption as earlier. Too bad your little sister wasn’t here to show off her “gazongas” to this idiot. Well, idiot of not, you were still up for the idea of fuckin’ him.
His long ass speech was still unneeded, it struck a nerve of yours even. You, all talk? Pah! You were the baddest bitch around Daten city and back. No one could rival your confidence, attitude and charm, and god no one could resist your looks either. (Well, a few could, usually the weird ass fetish assholes who prefered Stocking’s love for sweets and bondage. You still wondered how she got off to that shit, sometimes.)
You were stubborn, at first refusing to do such a simple task in your eyes, and for what, to avoid having your ass chewed out for public indecency, again. The idea wasn’t bad, though the way your sister and that jack ass “Priest” would take it, wasn’t what you had in mind.
Dammit, he put you in a tough spot. Flash and maybe get a decent poundin’, or walk off and get pissed over this later, because you, the desirable and loved by men, Panty, couldn’t get a hot stud into the sack for not flashing your tits.
“–Yeah yeah, that’s just what I do. I fuck as much as I want without gettin’ attached cause that’s what I WANT to do. Jesus, for a hot piece of ass, you sure spew a lot of shit.”
With a small irritated scowl upon your face, you wasted no time in removing your top. Confident were you with the results, repeating the same motion you did with your underwear earlier, tossing the discarded clothing into his face, though with more force than earlier. There you stood in all your glory, topless, with only a small mini skirt barely covering your behind. Small perky breasts, fully exposed. Petite but still just as fun and sensitive as a set of cow udders, at least you thought so. God, this guy’s dick better be worth the amount of bullshit you’d have to deal with later.
Despite the awaiting frustrations to come hours later, your smirk returned, as you were victorious. Your rep really had no chance of being ruined, you just didn’t wanna get bitched at. But oh well, sex came first, bitchin’ later.
“There ya go, babe.I’m not talkin’ shit. Your move.”
He couldn’t have expected you not to throw the same request back at him, though you wouldn’t be against moving this to one of the various love hotel’s you frequented. That or a public bathroom. Psh, you really had no shame. So long as you could get off and ride a guy, you didn’t care where the deed was done. So long as it didn’t stink.
