You’re not even worth my attention and yet here you are, drooling over every little move I make. I don’t speak to you, don’t look at you, don’t care but you still stare like a desperate bitch at my long legs in shiny pantyhose and perfect heels. You know your place, loser. On the floor and kiss the ground under my stilettos. You’re not a man – you’re a footstool. And I love how pathetic you look when you try to hide how turned on you are just from watching. Keep watching. That’s all you’re good for!