Have you ever heard the phrase, "Assume The Sale?". I think I really implemented this tactic well last night.
We, (Azza, E and I) hit the club and E and I head straight into set next to the dance floor. I open up an adjacent set and immediately Azza comes in and takes over the set. He's got an English accent and a very alpha vibe - the girls just instantly fall in love with him!
I hang around for a bit but it's clear that the target is into him. Short of engaging in an alpha battle I can't take these girls back. - which would probably end up with the set blowing up anyway.
Maintaining my value I roll off and open another set moments later - but again Azza comes in and takes the girls attention.
I'm getting a little frustrated with his disregard for wing rules and that is never good for anyone, me or my wings. I exit the club and roll down to get some food and refresh my head.
I stroll into a 7Eleven convenience store and grab a couple of vitamin waters. And as I walk out I see a cutie. Tall, blonde, big boobs, beautiful. I walk next to her and say the classic "Game" line, "If I wasn't gay, you'd so be mine."
The opener hooks and we start talking, at the 2-3 minutes mark I walk back and lean against a fence. She follows and we continue to chat.
Me: I'm curious about you (looking her up and down)
HB: (smile) You're the straightest gay man I've ever met.
Me: I get that a lot.
Attraction out of the way I start on qualifying and building comfort. (Note: for some reason I feel a lot of comfort already which I put down to the idea that she thinks I'm gay.)
I continue to escalate and I see my wingmen walking past and I go in for the kiss. We kiss for a bit and talk for a bit longer.
Me: Ok, can we go now?
HB: Go where?
Me: I'm taking you home.
HB: No, you're not.
Me: Pick up your heels we're going. (she picks up her heels)
Totally assumed the sale.
We walk down the street and I see a cab.
HB: I'm not going home with you, you know?
Me: Cool, whatever. (In my head I'm saying "challenge accepted.")
I hail the cab and tell her to get in. (she gets in.)
Totally assumed the sale.
I tell the cab driver my address without flinching and lean back towards my side door, she leans in and touches my arm and chest.
We get to my place, she pays the cab driver and we walk down my driveway and to my front door.
HB: I'm not sleeping with you tonight.
Me: I'm know, I know, I'm totally gay. (we make out at my front door.)
We go inside and she sits on my bed waiting, just like in the movies. For some reason, everything this girl wanted to communicate something to me, I wanted to do the opposite. So as she sat there waiting to be seduced - I walked around the room taking off my accessories and shoes socks etc.
Finally I turn off the main light and we get down to making out. At this point, she's 99% aware that I'm not gay. She goes down on me, giving me a top 5 blowjob. (Blowjobs that instantly make it to your best 5
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Um sorry about the details, but I gotta get it all down. She sucks me and I tell her I'm going to cum, she keeps going so I assume it's ok to blow in her mouth. She swallows.
We talk for a bit longer and my wing men come home, one with a target, one with 2 numbers.
Her and I talk for a little bit longer and start fooling around again. I start teasing her and very (very) lightly touching her big breasts and nipples. And running my finger tips over her body and up her leg. She's dripping wet at this point so I reach over to my condoms and tell her "kiss my neck" while I put it on.
I roll onto her and very slowly slide inside her just a little bit, I never give them the whole length until they're begging for me to fuck them. It drives them crazy and this girl was no exception. She began to tremor as she came. Then as I started to fuck her a little hard I used my hand to softly stimulate her clit while sliding in and out of her. She twitches and tremors while she comes again. We continue fucking until she's moaning so loud it makes me come.
Afterward, I slowly ran my fingertips up her body and around her nipples, and she's still having orgasm spasms. "A little after shock eh?" I say with a smile.
In the morning we repeat the previous night and afterward she looks on my bookshelf and see's "The Art Of Seduction" by Robert Greene.
HB: Have you ever read a book called "The Game"?
Me: Of course. Have you read it?
HB: Half of it, I laugh when guys try to use that stuff on me. I can pick it a mile away...
Me: (laughing on the inside) So that stuff would never work on you right?
HB: No way, magic tricks and stuff?
Me: Yeah, what a load of crap.
We kiss some more, she's Swedish, so she's going back in a week but she's returning here after a month or so, she tells me.
I found it really interesting to be able to tell the difference between a genuine objection or just testing to make sure I can take control of a situation. Numerous times through-out the pickup she disqualified herself, but instead of qualifying like a chump I just acknowledged her disqualification and did it anyway.
Thanks for having a read. Really wanted to get that one off my chest.
LoveJunkie.
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