I haven’t typed up a lay report in a long time but felt this latest episode warranted documenting. I first made contact with this one online (friend of a friend of a friend off FB) and some very general stuff led to her offering me her number. In the past I have been very aggressive and very direct (but also complimentary) and it has yielded some good results. However I have recently started to integrate push-pull and even more recently negs (pure gold) into my technique. I put her number into my phone but stuck to Emails until I was ready. Late on Tuesday I get an Email from her laced with IOIs so I text her. We exchange countless texts on Wednesday. One of her early ones invites me to qualify by listing a bunch of criteria she looks for in a guy and asking if I match. I hit her back with “that all depends” and when she asks me to explain I list a couple of qualities I look for.
I go on leading her and she follows until she says she wants to meet me that night for a drink after work. One of the things I got her to qualify on was how she dresses (I love city girls in shirts, pencil skirts and high heels and she assured me she had all of this). So I agreed that I’d meet her provided I decided what she would wear. She agreed. So we’re arranging where and what time we’re gonna meet, it’s quite late as I had a load of stuff I needed to do. Than she starts whinging about how late it is and how she’s gotta have a bath and get ready and than she’ll have to get a cab home and all that stuff. So I just tell her “OK, best we leave it than”. I made this message deliberately vague. Do I mean just leave it for tonight or leave it for good? She than comes back eagerly with “OK, but we an meet another night, right?” I ask her if she’s working tomorrow and she says yes and asks if I want her to wear that stuff I told her to so that we could meet afterwards. I say yes and we arrange the meet for Thursday night.
The next day we text a little more and she’s starting to get sexual. I tell her “Dam girl, slow down, we don’t even know each other. There might not be any chemistry between us”. At one point I also say “don’t expect too much tonight, I might not even like you” and “if it doesn’t work out we can still be friends”. Just before meeting her I check out the bar I have in mind to make sure there is adequate spare seating (sofa etc). I get to the meeting spot and she’s there, we meet but she starts off being all bratty. She’s cold and is whinging about the fact I’m a couple of minutes late.
At this point she is really pissing me off. She looks hot as fu**, a 9 or a 10, but straight away I realise what I had suspected, she is one of these hot girls with a really bad attitude. The kind who knows she’s hot, is used to guys falling over themselves to tell her she’s wonderful and who gets a kick out of turning guys down.
I have recently been conducting experiments with this type of woman. I have been experimenting with what I like to call “being a complete asshole/bastard/cu**” During the summer I was in a club and there was this smoking hot 10 with black hair and a sexy black dress. She was cock teasing all the guys who were falling over her and when she came to dance with me I sensed an opportunity to try something out. She was on very high heels so after dancing for a bit I gave her a little nudge and as she stumbled about I laughed at her. As we danced I also pushed her away in between pulling her hair (and I’m not talking about the sensual, gentle pulling… ) At the end of the night I went to say bye to her, she was surrounded by guys she was in the process of dismissing when she saw me, scooted up and grabbed onto me. She told me “you’re a sexy cu** aren’t you?” I told her she had good taste and she said “yeah, I love that”. Hmmmmmmm I thought to myself… interesting. Anyway, nothing happened cos she said she wanted to “fuck me there and than” and I didn’t have the skill at that point to bounce her to a more appropriate location… don’t think I didn’t try
OK, so back to the bratty one I was meeting. Like I said she was hot but really pissing me off. I’m thinking “just relax… unaffected, unaffected, unaffected”. I’m leading her to the bar, we go up some escalators and I catch her eye. “What?” she says. I tell her her lipstick is smudged. We get to the bar and I’m letting her speak, whilst half looking the other way and appearing disinterested. She orders a drink and I order mine. She asks me if I want to pay but I tell her it’s ok, we can get them separately. I’m now looking for a sofa but they’re now taken up or empty but “reserved”. I’m looking for good seats. We find a table with four chairs, she sits next to the one chair with a coat on it. I can’t sit next to her cos it’s someone’s seat. So I sit opposite BUT ACROSS. She looks at me and says “I won’t bite you know” so I tell her “why don’t you come and sit around this side”. This here was key. When you have them sitting opposite you it’s tricky to escalate the way I normally do so having her next to me was important.
So we sit there and I’m regaining my composure. I’m DHVing, giving her compliance tests (telling her to show me her stilettos; making her stand up and turn around so I can see what she has on; telling her to give me her hand etc etc) and negging her (is your hair dyed; you blink a lot; you complain a lot; your hand is clammy). She’s chasing me now and giving IOIs. I run the cube and tease her about the answers she gives. I than tell a story about a friend who is a professional masseur and recently gave me a massage… “hey, let me show you”. I get her to turn so she has her back to me, massage her back, than her neck, than I gently pull her hair. I than use the “would you like to kiss me” line to k-close. I continue to pull her hair and she’s loving it. Some student opposite is giving me funny looks as I’m really yanking her hair, she points it out, I tell her “I don’t give a sh**” and she laughs.
I’m gonna whiz through the rest of it cos it’s mostly sexual stuff which I’m sure you don’t wanna hear about. Needless to say I take her to the car, handcuff her in the passenger seat, go somewhere quite and get her in the back before getting busy. Prior to this she had made reference to sex a couple of times and I had told her “who says we’re having sex”.
So when we’re done she starts pissing me off again and I just wanna get rid of her. She’s trying to get me to drop her all the way home. I’m driving along and she’s telling me a bunch of stories (I think she’s fibbing to try and impress me). I ask her “did this really happen”? She protests “yeah, it happened” before trying even harder. Right in the middle of a fantastic story we get to a tube station and I pull up “there you go”. She kicks up a fuss and starts getting stroppy. She starts going on about what a dangerous place London is at night etc. I get cocky and tell her she could meet the man of her dreams on a London Underground tube but that she wouldn’t meet him riding home in my car. She’s trying to pretend like she’s mad but she’s struggling to conceal laughter. So she gets out and off I go. Text her a few hours later to say “Hope you made it home without being raped, mugged or murdered
You’re just like a bratty little sister, but I guess we can still be friends”. She replied with “You dropped me half way and now you insult me by calling me a bratty sister. You don’t have sex with ur sister! Lol. It was fun but got home at 1:30. It was nice to meet you. Sure we can be friends J”
Sometimes it’s good to be bad
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