International Playgirl

"Oh?" A blonde girl hummed as she walked towards the boy, her attractive hips swaying left and right.

His heart thumping, palms sweating, legs weakening, her approach was too overwhelming.

"I-I said c-can you b-be my girl-" His stuttering and self-confidence put her off as she slammed her hand against the wall, instantly trapping the boy.

Tracing her fingers gently along his jaw, she slowly spoke her mind.

"You boys are all the same..."

She moved closer until they were inches away from physical contact.

"Always interested in my looks... body..."

Picking the hairs gently, she slowly lifted herself from the boy, breaking his temporary prison; he seemed to enjoy.

"I don't want a boy..."

She stopped and smirked before happily skipping away down the empty hallway.

Her final thoughts?

'I need a man...'