Haha, you know who you are. Loser is too respectful a moniker, so I’ll have to call him L*O*S*E*R*, just to make sure everybody knows just how deep his worthlessness goes.

It’s been a slow weekend on Niteflirt, or so it seems. Not many flirts have been available. I guess they’re all out taking advantage of the weather, but I’m sure they’d be on if the customers weren’t out enjoying the weather with their wives and kiddos, too.

It hasn’t actually been a slow weekend for me on Niteflirt. Because so many flirts are taking time off, some of their customers have called me. I’ve been available. Well why not? Relaxing around the pool, sucking down some iced drinks and soaking up the rays of the sun on my perfectly smooth oiled golden-brown tanned skin while my husband is out earning a living to support my lifestyle. Why not have the phone on? You never know when a loser will happen to call, so I can draw him into my web.

Or a *L*O*S*E*R*, that is. OMG, and what a *L*O*S*E*R* he is. He introduced himself by explaining that he is fat, bald, ugly, and shy. Turns out he’s also 30 and living at home with mommy, and he has a small weewee. He just opened an account that very day and had been calling around Niteflirt looking for a little humiliation. But seeing how painfully shy he was, he had ended up mostly purchasing stuff. Hadn’t really talked to more than a couple of flirts, and while he liked what he heard, more or less, I guess they hadn’t clicked enough for him to keep calling them.

He kept calling me. What a *L*O*S*E*R*, couldn’t even figure out how to put more money into his account without hanging up. I had to explain it to him.

I couldn’t help it if everything he said just provided more evidence of his worthlessnes, how pathetic he is. It really was necessary for me to point out these things for him. We wouldn’t want a *L*O*S*E*R* to forget how pathetic he is, now would we?

What a waste of time for me, and how for him lucky that I was even willing to take his money and listen to him babble on. Hearing him draw in those little breaths every time I turned what he said around and twisted it to make sure he realized what a pathetic fucking loser piece of shit wannabe faggot cocksucker FAILURE he is.

You read that, didn’t you, *L*O*S*E*R*, and your heart began to race. I touched your humiliation button, didn’t I, *L*O*S*E*R*?

You’ll never be the same again. You belong to me now.

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