I started the night off listening to Hypnotica’s “Ultimate Inner Game” on my iPod on the way to the venue. I worked on uninstalling any belief of inadequacy and installing a belief that “hot women want to fuck me and I systematically close them easily.” If you want to eliminate approach anxiety, I highly suggest you get your hands on this program.
I’ll skip all the details about warm up sets and gaming a few girls I’ve met before.
The first lay of the night came from a girl (HB9) who was walking back the VIP area while an old friend and I were just hanging out dancing next to the bar with a few random girls. As she started getting closer to us she started do a little dance and I said something like “Don’t come over here unless you can bring it.” We get close to each other and she mentions that she could “bring it” if she hadn’t been driving for 8 hours today. Of course I ask why the hell has she been driving for 8 hours.
She informs me that she is in the mortgage business and I immediately disqualify myself as not liking mortgage people because all they do is rip people off. She immediately qualifies herself as not being like that, how she loves her job because the gets to help people, and how one of her borrowers gave her the diamond Louis Vitton necklace she was wearing.
We conversate a bit and I tell her she’s “kinda sexy”. I love doing this because girls always ask “Why only kind of?” I tell her that I just met her, don’t know anything about her, and it takes some personality to be really sexy. I tell her that she’s a gorgeous girl, but beauty is common there in Newport Beach etc, etc.
She starts to qualify herself more by telling me things about herself and we get into some light comfort. This whole time we’re standing locked in an embrace with her between my legs and our pelvises touching.
She tells me she loves to travel and I go into and adventure projection about me kidnapping her, putting her on a private plane, taking her to the Bahamas, and the two of us lay in hammocks alone on the beach swinging and listening to the waves. I turned things sexual by saying “Then we’ll go back to our room and have crazy vacation sex all night.” She played into the whole story and said something about making the sex a little hotter.
I started saying “What are you doing to me? You’re turning me on. You need to stop or you’re going to get yourself into trouble.” She gets a lusty DDB look and starts telling me that I’m hot. A makeout ensues.
She tells me she’ll be back later and she goes back to her VIP section with her friends. I glance over a few times and see a few chodes trying to game her with substandard game and it makes me laugh. I think “Go ahead… Pump up her BT and let her come back to me.”
I see her later and I grab her. We get into an embrace again and I start dirty talk. I tell her that if we were alone I would put her on a table and take care of business. She gets really hot.
I grab her and move her through the patio section, all the way to the back, to find a quiet place to makeout. Nothing is open. We walk in through the door by the bathrooms and see that the back VIP room isn’t being guarded by security. I pop my head in and there is nobody in there. PERFECT!
I lay her one of the couches and put myself between her and the door so no one can see what I’m about to do to her. We start making out hard and I start fingering her using the infamous claw trying to make her squirt. I’m talking dirty and she’s going WILD!
She starts begging me to put “it” in her. I tell her that I can’t because someone will walk in and catch us. I think that got her even more excited and she starts begging again. She gets up, starts undoing my pants and tells me to sit up so she can get on top of me. I reluctantly agree. She gets on top of me, I pull out a jimmy hat (stored in my mint box), move the panties to the side, and slide “it” in. She pulled her top down so I could suck on both of her titties and I kept worrying about getting caught by a 400lb security guard.
We got up after about a minute, I number closed her, and then helped her find her friends.
The second lay of the night came from a girl (HB9) in a sexy firefighter costume my buddy and I found sitting on the floor of the parking structure all by herself. She was drunk, had no keys, money or cell phone and her friends had left her.
We walk around the whole f’ing parking structure for about 30 minutes and then drive around for another 15 minutes looking for her green Toyota Camry. Her car is nowhere to be found. (I find out the next day that she didn’t even drive her damn car!) We all decide to head to Denny’s to look for her friends there, but again they’re nowhere to be found. Since it’s 2:00 in the morning and I’m too tired to drive 90 minutes one way to drop her off at her place, I tell her she can crash at my place and I will take her home in the morning. She agrees, my buddy stays at Denny’s, and we head to my pad.
We get to my place, I tuck her into my bed, she wants to cuddle, and things escalate from there. The clothes come off, we fuck, sleep, fuck again, sleep, and fuck again. Seemed like every 2 hours we were waking up and having sex. We even did it again before I took her home at about 2pm the next day.
So that’s it. Counting the lay in Melbourne Australia on Monday, I’ve had 3 new lays within the last 7 days on 2 different continents.
S.C.
P.S. I probably could have added another lay from the night before at Sutra (went 2 nights in a row), but I failed to pull the trigger. I was on fire gamming about 4 chicks in front of each other in the VIP area practicing pre-selection and creating jealousy. One of the girls ended up showing up the next night too, bugged my friend asking him where I was, and I ended up making out with her real quick between sex in the club and pulling from the parking lot. It’s been a very good week.
Good shit man. Appreciate the inspiration.