diablo
Master Don Juan
Well - I don't really know if this counts in the category of a field report or not, but I'll go ahead and post a summation of the weekend as it's happened so far. My hair is still wet from tonight, and you'll catch what I mean in just a few paragraphs.
Well, last night we (me and 3 of my friends from work.. A&F) went to the nicer titty bar in the area. Two of my friends just had their girls start working there as shotgirls. To digress, and this is really for another story, but one of the guys is a pure natural. He's got this one girl wrapped SO around his finger she does anything he wants. Literally. "Baby, get a tattoo." She got one. "Baby, move out of your parents house." She's signing a lease for an apartment. "Baby, go be a shot girl at the gold club". She's now a shot girl.
Anyway, back to the story. We sat around for a while - I had each of their g/f's come give me a lapdance - or shotdance, as they call it. One of the dancers - strippers - kept coming up to talk to me. I'd known her before, but not too well. More like "hey, how's it going". In other words, I knew her real name instead of her stage name.
Anyway, I know dancers talk to anyone about anything - being one, you pick up on those sorts of things. I kept the conversation focused mainly on herself and her interests that she'd expressed before the club - how she was looking at getting into modeling, etc. During one of the times, she mentions that her g/f (yes, she's bi) was talking to someone else there behind us about coming back to their place for a 3some. She leaves after.. then her friend comes up.
During the time she'd left and the time her friend came up, I had an epiphany. It sounds stupid, but it's what happened - I realized that Jvesti was right on target with his "T Theory" thread. All of the openers, neg-hits, and everything else in the bag weren't going to help. In order to be successful, it would all come down to whether or not I could be confident with my own self.
It's about right then that I became naturally confident, sarcastic, and ****y to a degree. I had the girl bowling over laughing at times (of course, my 2 friends with the g/f's working as shot girls were all talking to them while they sat on their laps at the time... so it was just me and her having a conversation instead of a 5set).
Anyway, I asked about the 3some. She said that her and her friend had been critiquing all of the guys around there - I asked what the critique on me was. Her response ... "You never showed any interest". I looked at her and told her that she had my interest now - to call her friend over and tell her that there was going to be something going on after they got off work. The friend next to me saw the girl I'd been talking to earlier on the stage and was like - so, are you going to hit that? I told him I'd try, and he blew up... "Try??? I don't want to hear that you'll TRY. You'd better tell me you're going to pound that **** till the morning!"
Anyway, that was a long set-up. Basically what happened was 2am rolled around and I went home. Sober. I've cut out drinking for all but 1 night a week for my workout/diet routine. All I'd had to drink there was water. Anyway, I went home and took a shower.
As soon as I got out - literally - my phone was ringing. It was the dancer asking if I could come over and hang out with her in 20. I said sure, then clicked over to the other line where my friend was calling to tell me that the dancer had asked his g/f - the shotgirl - for my number, and had asked her "If Jeremy comes home with me tonight, will there be some crazy girl after me?"...
Well, I roll over to her house - changed, bathed, and good to go. Not that it matters for the story, but she was staying with her g/f - she lives about an hour away and drives to strip here. So, her g/f - the one interested in the 3some - was over with some other people for a few hours, but knew I might come over. She told me that her g/f actually wasn't really interested in me... to be precise, "I'm not feeling him too much... you go ahead". Whatever.
So, things start heating up a bit on the bed... then she starts talking about her ex. Out of nowhere. Normal pillow talk, then WHAM "Blah blah blah my ex blah blah and he blah blah then we blah blahhhh".
So, I try recovering the initiative and just going with whatever I want to do. The girl responds to some of it, but then is like - "No, stop - just because I'm a dancer doesn't mean I'm a slut." I wanted to shake her and be like - "Well, I'm a dancer too, and I'M a slut!". Instead, I acted like I cared about what she was saying... trying to untie her little shorts at the same time. She stopped me, and we ended up making out for about 3 hours - from 230 until 530am. Then, I went home. Apparently her g/f was coming back that morning and doesnt allow 'guests' in the apartment.
So, she's like - "Hey, we'll go have lunch." She kept talking the whole night about relationships and how she wants to find a guy that can treat her right, blah blah blah. I told her as long as she pays for everything for me, I'll be a prince. Then I told her there's no way she can hustle a hustler - as we both are in the same business, she can't pull the same tricks on me that she could any other guy. Anyway, I get to bed around 6am, waking up at noon. We were supposed to eat around 1... I called and left a message just saying 'whats up, just letting you know i'm going to be eating in about half an hour so call me back'... Never got a call back, so I went ahead and ate on my own.
I thought about calling her back once or twice, but realize how AFC that would be. So, I go through my day like I would if she never existed. I start getting ready to go to the gym at 2pm and she calls - "I just woke up! So sorry! I have a photo shoot in New Orleans at 6pm! Come out tonight!" I tell her I'll call later. She wanted me to go to a club nearby, but I said I was going to play cards instead with some friends.
so....
Skip ahead to tonight. I go to this other girl's apartment - who I met on AOL, actually... she just moved here from a few hours away, and doesn't really know anybody. Thing is, she lives only 2-3 minutes away from me. So, I go over there for the first time to meet her - sure, I'd seen her picture before but decided why not - it was either this or play cards - I figured if I played things right that I'd have a much better time with her. So, I get over there and her roommate says hi. She's not very cute. Her roomie, I mean. She, on the other hand, is cute-ish. Maybe HB7 - not above.
So, them being 18 and I being 21, I indulge them and go buy them alcohol. We got one of those BIG things of vodka - the taaka with the handle... looked like a gallon? Well, we drank about 3/4 of it. They were both ****faced - and to be honest with you, her roomie was actually starting to look attractive. Well, the girl I went over to see was sitting on my lap as I lay down across the couch, and every time her roomie would leave we'd end up making out. When her roomie couldn't see, she'd slide her hands down my pants and start ... erm... massaging. Apparently her roommate was friends .. is friends... with her boyfriend. Well, we decide to go down swimming. Somehow it turns into skinnydipping. Then naked marco-polo. (Don't ask...)
Well, things end - I'd at that point already hit 3rd base with her (her roommate went back upstairs) when she started saying she couldn't.. Anyway, we go back up and I take a shower. Next thing I know, she's rushing at me saying her b/f is on his way up there and I had to go right then... not one to argue - and it would have been rather awkward explaining why I was naked in his g/f's apartment... I decided discretion was the better part of valor and left.
So, here I am sitting typing this little letter for absolutely no reason at all. I'm sure that I'll sleep with the stripper within the next 'date' or two, and the other girl within 2 weeks. This isn't counting that other chick Holly that I'd posted about - the one I had to buy the morning after pill for a week ago.
Oh, and while I'm on the subject, I got a girl that I've been lusting after for a while - since my AFC days - a job with me. On one condition. She was like - "I want to work at A&F". She's hot, so I figured why not.. but not to be outdone, I asked her what's in it for me... She wanted to know what I'd like, and I told her booty.
So, we slept together - she promised a "round 2" and I got her a job. After, we both laughed at each other - both of us use anyone to get what we want, and we'd both used one another. I don't know what it is with girls - they come in waves. One month you'll have 0, the next you'll have more than you can handle.. odd, really.
Anyway, that's it for now. Anyone who actually read this whole thing, congratulations.
Well, last night we (me and 3 of my friends from work.. A&F) went to the nicer titty bar in the area. Two of my friends just had their girls start working there as shotgirls. To digress, and this is really for another story, but one of the guys is a pure natural. He's got this one girl wrapped SO around his finger she does anything he wants. Literally. "Baby, get a tattoo." She got one. "Baby, move out of your parents house." She's signing a lease for an apartment. "Baby, go be a shot girl at the gold club". She's now a shot girl.
Anyway, back to the story. We sat around for a while - I had each of their g/f's come give me a lapdance - or shotdance, as they call it. One of the dancers - strippers - kept coming up to talk to me. I'd known her before, but not too well. More like "hey, how's it going". In other words, I knew her real name instead of her stage name.
Anyway, I know dancers talk to anyone about anything - being one, you pick up on those sorts of things. I kept the conversation focused mainly on herself and her interests that she'd expressed before the club - how she was looking at getting into modeling, etc. During one of the times, she mentions that her g/f (yes, she's bi) was talking to someone else there behind us about coming back to their place for a 3some. She leaves after.. then her friend comes up.
During the time she'd left and the time her friend came up, I had an epiphany. It sounds stupid, but it's what happened - I realized that Jvesti was right on target with his "T Theory" thread. All of the openers, neg-hits, and everything else in the bag weren't going to help. In order to be successful, it would all come down to whether or not I could be confident with my own self.
It's about right then that I became naturally confident, sarcastic, and ****y to a degree. I had the girl bowling over laughing at times (of course, my 2 friends with the g/f's working as shot girls were all talking to them while they sat on their laps at the time... so it was just me and her having a conversation instead of a 5set).
Anyway, I asked about the 3some. She said that her and her friend had been critiquing all of the guys around there - I asked what the critique on me was. Her response ... "You never showed any interest". I looked at her and told her that she had my interest now - to call her friend over and tell her that there was going to be something going on after they got off work. The friend next to me saw the girl I'd been talking to earlier on the stage and was like - so, are you going to hit that? I told him I'd try, and he blew up... "Try??? I don't want to hear that you'll TRY. You'd better tell me you're going to pound that **** till the morning!"
Anyway, that was a long set-up. Basically what happened was 2am rolled around and I went home. Sober. I've cut out drinking for all but 1 night a week for my workout/diet routine. All I'd had to drink there was water. Anyway, I went home and took a shower.
As soon as I got out - literally - my phone was ringing. It was the dancer asking if I could come over and hang out with her in 20. I said sure, then clicked over to the other line where my friend was calling to tell me that the dancer had asked his g/f - the shotgirl - for my number, and had asked her "If Jeremy comes home with me tonight, will there be some crazy girl after me?"...
Well, I roll over to her house - changed, bathed, and good to go. Not that it matters for the story, but she was staying with her g/f - she lives about an hour away and drives to strip here. So, her g/f - the one interested in the 3some - was over with some other people for a few hours, but knew I might come over. She told me that her g/f actually wasn't really interested in me... to be precise, "I'm not feeling him too much... you go ahead". Whatever.
So, things start heating up a bit on the bed... then she starts talking about her ex. Out of nowhere. Normal pillow talk, then WHAM "Blah blah blah my ex blah blah and he blah blah then we blah blahhhh". So, I try recovering the initiative and just going with whatever I want to do. The girl responds to some of it, but then is like - "No, stop - just because I'm a dancer doesn't mean I'm a slut." I wanted to shake her and be like - "Well, I'm a dancer too, and I'M a slut!". Instead, I acted like I cared about what she was saying... trying to untie her little shorts at the same time.
She stopped me, and we ended up making out for about 3 hours - from 230 until 530am. Then, I went home. Apparently her g/f was coming back that morning and doesnt allow 'guests' in the apartment. So, she's like - "Hey, we'll go have lunch." She kept talking the whole night about relationships and how she wants to find a guy that can treat her right, blah blah blah. I told her as long as she pays for everything for me, I'll be a prince.
Then I told her there's no way she can hustle a hustler - as we both are in the same business, she can't pull the same tricks on me that she could any other guy. Anyway, I get to bed around 6am, waking up at noon. We were supposed to eat around 1... I called and left a message just saying 'whats up, just letting you know i'm going to be eating in about half an hour so call me back'... Never got a call back, so I went ahead and ate on my own. I thought about calling her back once or twice, but realize how AFC that would be. So, I go through my day like I would if she never existed. I start getting ready to go to the gym at 2pm and she calls - "I just woke up! So sorry! I have a photo shoot in New Orleans at 6pm! Come out tonight!" I tell her I'll call later. She wanted me to go to a club nearby, but I said I was going to play cards instead with some friends.
so....
Skip ahead to tonight. I go to this other girl's apartment - who I met on AOL, actually... she just moved here from a few hours away, and doesn't really know anybody. Thing is, she lives only 2-3 minutes away from me. So, I go over there for the first time to meet her - sure, I'd seen her picture before but decided why not - it was either this or play cards - I figured if I played things right that I'd have a much better time with her. So, I get over there and her roommate says hi. She's not very cute. Her roomie, I mean. She, on the other hand, is cute-ish. Maybe HB7 - not above.
So, them being 18 and I being 21, I indulge them and go buy them alcohol. We got one of those BIG things of vodka - the taaka with the handle... looked like a gallon? Well, we drank about 3/4 of it. They were both ****faced - and to be honest with you, her roomie was actually starting to look attractive. Well, the girl I went over to see was sitting on my lap as I lay down across the couch, and every time her roomie would leave we'd end up making out. When her roomie couldn't see, she'd slide her hands down my pants and start ... erm... massaging. Apparently her roommate was friends .. is friends... with her boyfriend.
Well, we decide to go down swimming. Somehow it turns into skinnydipping. Then naked marco-polo. (Don't ask...) Well, things end - I'd at that point already hit 3rd base with her (her roommate went back upstairs) when she started saying she couldn't.. Anyway, we go back up and I take a shower. Next thing I know, she's rushing at me saying her b/f is on his way up there and I had to go right then... not one to argue - and it would have been rather awkward explaining why I was naked in his g/f's apartment... I decided discretion was the better part of valor and left.
So, here I am sitting typing this little letter for absolutely no reason at all. I'm sure that I'll sleep with the stripper within the next 'date' or two, and the other girl within 2 weeks. This isn't counting that other chick Holly that I'd posted about - the one I had to buy the morning after pill for a week ago.
Oh, and while I'm on the subject, I got a girl that I've been lusting after for a while - since my AFC days - a job with me. On one condition. She was like - "I want to work at A&F". She's hot, so I figured why not.. but not to be outdone, I asked her what's in it for me... She wanted to know what I'd like, and I told her booty.
So, we slept together - she promised a "round 2" and I got her a job. After, we both laughed at each other - both of us use anyone to get what we want, and we'd both used one another. I don't know what it is with girls - they come in waves. One month you'll have 0, the next you'll have more than you can handle.. odd, really.
Anyway, that's it for now. Anyone who actually read this whole thing, congratulations.
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