For the record… My fingers didn’t smell like pussy.
Last night Sight texts me saying that he’s heading to The Green Door in Hollywood. I roll up to L.A. and met up with him, DocChang, and AlphaM.
While we’re sitting by the entrance, Mystery and Matador roll in. Pleasantries were exchanged, Mystery spouts his positivity about how lovely everything is, etc. We all go our separate ways. I guess life is lovely when you’re recognized for being a TV star and don’t have to approach anymore.
The night went on and at first I was very disappointed at the quality of women there. I was telling DocChang that I could have staying in O.C. for that shit.
Later I see this older girl (40’ish) with big tits who is drunk off her ass. My radar always goes off around girls like this because they’re so f’ing easy to game. They’re like shark bait to me. They’re defense aren’t dropped… they’re tuned inside out. They’re usually horney as fuck.
I grab her, open with something I can’t remember, and she’s immediately in my face. She starts saying something about how she’s too old for me. She has no clue that we’re about the same age, but I’m not telling. I let her live her fantasy of having a younger guy hit on her. (I have no problem telling women my age by the way.)
After attending Hypnotica’s seminar last week he did for the SoCal Lair , I said to myself I would start using more of his stuff about teaching women about how their bodies work. If you’ve read my stuff before, you’ll know that I like bringing up “The Claw” to get women curious about me showing them something they’ve never experienced before. I told her that even though she’s 40 I still can teach her a few things. She thinks I’m full of shit and I say “You have no idea girl.” She says “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” I say “Please! I’ll show you something you’ve probably never had done to you before… and you’re really gonna like!” At first she thought I was talking about oral sex. I set her straight on that one.
I start a little dirty talk and she right there in my face almost like she’s going to kiss me. But I’m not one to tongue down a girl right in the middle of a bunch of people. It can cause buyer’s remorse right there. I try to do it in a secluded, dark spot or on the dance floor where it’s more common to make out (because it’s simulated fucking).
She starts touching my dick. I start cupping the back of her head and talking in her ear. She’s getting hotter and puts one of her hands in my pocket and grabs my dick from inside my pants. We’re standing there with our noses practically touching talking shit to each other. In the corner of my eye I see Matador glaring. He’s either in awe by this masterful display of keeping my cool while this sexy, older, horney chick is all over me or he’s critiquing me. I don’t know which. The guys I’m hanging with are also watching the spectacle.
It’s time to move her and get out of the crowd. Since she’s drunk, I walk behind her all the way through the club with both of my hand on her waist and direct her to the dark hallway next to the bathrooms. I put her between my legs and continue with the verbal barrage of dirtiness.
What comes out of her mouth? She said she’s love to fuck me but she’s married and her husband is there. WTF!!! See why my radar goes up? What won’t they do? I say fuck it and continue with the verbal game and I tell her that I won’t fuck now her but I would etc., etc.
She starts making out with me… HARD! Wraps her leg around me, grinds me, puts her hands down my pants and grabs my dick. This chick really wants to fuck. I tell her if we were alone that I’d put her on the piano behind me and put my dick deep inside her. She loves it. Then I stuck my hand down her pants and start rubbing her clit. She enjoys it for about 10 seconds and then says she can’t do “this” because her husband is in the club and he might see. I start talking shit again and what does she do? Starts making out with me again! This chick is nuts.
I’m sitting there making out with her and some guy comes, gently grabs her shoulder, and pull her around to face him. It’s this short, fat, douche bag that was pushing everyone out of the way walking through the crowd by the bar earlier. But now he’s calm as a cucumber. Weird! She says nothing. What could she say?
He says “She got a husband man.” I said “Really? Where is he?” He said “I’m her husband.” I played it off and said “Oh, I’m sorry man. I didn’t know. She didn’t say anything.” He said “That’s ok. She’s just a whore.” Whoa!
He grabbed her and pulled her (I mean really pulled her) out of the club. I went back to the boys. They asked what happened, I explained, and we all cracked up. They asked me if I washed my hands. Oops! Off to the bathroom I go.
The rest of the night there was plenty AMOGing going all around done by Mystery and Matador, but that’s another story for the other fellas to tell.
S.C.