Pimps and Hookers
One of the benefits of being a PUA is not just having an abundance of women in your life, it’s being invited to cool parties, such as the pimps and hookers bash I went to last week. Out in the sticks a little darling was hosting a get together whilst her mummy and daddy were absent on holiday. Golf and high class escorts for daddy, plastic surgery and long distance phone calls for mummy. I’m a cynic I know.
The theme was Pimps and Hookers, which is always going to galvanise my interest, so I pulled on my sharpest pin stripe, along with my feathered hat and cane, and rolled on into town. I’m soon being introduced to lovely young things who all seem to be called Daisy or Jocasta, but also seem to never be too far away from floppy haired rugby playing people with punchable faces and names like Tarquin and Jamie.
I try and avoid imbibing too much of the punch that’s making the rounds, as I want to enjoy myself as well as being alert to opportunities. Luckily opening at a party is pretty easy, in fact it’s inexcusably easy. Being blown out is not a realistic option, so as long as you’re not rude or extremely boring you can get pretty much any girl into a conversation.
I jump into a set who are rabbiting on about how awful men are which is hardly surprising when you hang around with rugby playing hard-ons who think a fun night involves drinking their own urine out of each others butt cracks. I begin negging the most attractive ones, and hooking them which I follow with negative body language as well as giving lots of attention to their less attractive friends. I love it! So do they by the looks of things, and I’m soon fielding complaints from Katie, a petit blonde, who is complaining that I’m ignoring her.
‘Ahhh, she needs attention!’ I say with mock sincerity, giving her a hug.
‘No! I just think you’re being a bit rude!’ She exclaims, whilst clearly delighted that I’m giving her attention. How sweet.
I keep playfully teasing and negging her, until I see two people vacate a small sofa behind her, and I take my window of opportunity to lead her away from the interaction.
I become less playful as I start building comfort and rapport and she’s soon spilling her heart about a variety of things, whilst I nod and try to look more interested than I actually am. I start to Kino more, all the while maintaining eye contact, and at one point I drop in a statement of intent which was really quite beautiful, although I do say so myself.
‘Sorry but I just have to tell you how hot you are, anyway it’s funny what you were saying about your little dog, I used to have one who did the exact same thing…’
I drop the SOI and carry on talking without pausing, so that she registers the comment without there being an awkward silence, as she doesn’t have time to think about the fact that I’ve basically declared my desire to have sex with her. Mwa ha ha ha.
The conversation is now loaded with sexual tension, which I build on by using triangular gazing and continually directing my gaze from her left eye, to her right eye and then her mouth. Her pupils are dilating, always a good sign.
I start using even more kino, and she reciprocates whilst holding my stare with her now glazed eyes.
I manage to lead her away despite her friends asking things like, ‘Katie, where are you going?’ and ‘Where are you taking her?’
‘Oh I’ve just need to show her something, we’ll only be one minute.’
It’s sort of a lie, but with elements of truth to it. After all, I do need to show her something, my cock. And as for being only one minute? Obviously a lie. Ex girlfriends of mine may say different, but you shouldn’t believe them.
To cut a long story short we end up naked on the floor of one of the bedrooms having what can only be described as frenzied, rampant sexual intercourse. It was really good fun.
Until next time,
Brad