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.
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