Originally posted on (
http://www.melbournelair.com/) a few months ago....
Just realized that I'm not sure on this sites policy of posting naughty pictures from the photoshoot, so if you want to check out the original report go to
http://www.melbournelair.com/forum/inde ... sg84#msg84
It's worth it, her ass is pretty amazing.
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On day two of our Sydney workshop trip, after a day of classroom drills with our sexy female coaches, we returned to the Ivy with our students.
I took a student into a set and we started chatting. It was only 8.30 or so and the place was just warming up.
I chatted to the blonde while the student chatted to the brunette. The blonde was responsive first but because of my flirting/teasing she gradually started squirming and becoming more and more uncomfortable. This is a good example of personality compatibility screening: this girl couldn't even handle basic flirting/teasing...this is not the kind of girl I want to hang around.
This is the reason bars do so well, so many people have to drink to kill the nerves! Since it was early this girl clearly hadn't had enough 'social lubricant' yet.
I’ve said way more extreme/edgy things to girls before, but this chick was struggling with simple flirting. she was offended that I raised an eyebrow when she said she used to live in a dodgy suburb and she cried shrilly "stop judging me!" while covering her face. she wasn't actually offended by my joke, she just couldn't handle the social pressure of my flirtatious energy.
Normally I would have been happy to eject at this point, but I was supposed to be winging the student.
She said "um, we're going for a smoke downstairs..." and stepped forward to grab her friend away.
I said "stop. You know what you're doing? You know the word cockblock for guys? You're totally vadge-blocking your friend right now. Here she is chatting to this cute guy and you're trying to drag her off"
The brunette friend looked at me with sparkling eyes like I was her knight in shining armour. She was saying "thank you for saving me from my vadge blocking friend!" she quickly turned back to my student and eagerly engaged him in convo again.
I turned back to my really-hot-but-insecure-and-can't-handle-basic-flirting girl and had to drop the pressure. So I scaled it right back to "soooo, what do you do" and we had a safer conversation about her job which she seemed happy to chat about.
We talked to them for a while longer and eventually my boring girl said "we're going for a smoke... Would you like to come?". So now she’s inviting me to hang out with her hahha.
I think she was much warmer to me after she saw that I could read the social situation and respond in the appropriate way. It demonstrated that I was aware that I was making her uncomfortable, as opposed to being blind to her reaction and continuing to plough obliviously.
We left that set and ended up talking to a blonde and an asian downstairs. I said something flirty and subtle to the asian, and she goes ‘is that your way of saying you want to have sex with me?’ and I leaned in and whispered ‘flirting doesn’t work when you say it out loud like that…’ and she just said ‘well im just a very forward kind of person.’ I asked her when her last relationship ended, she said 8 months ago. I said ‘well… I guess that means you haven’t been laid in 8 months.’ She blushed and said ‘ill let you decide that for yourself…’. She told me she’d never had sex outside a relationship before, and I said ‘oh cool so this will be like us losing our virginity together again in a way coz it’s new for you’ and she giggled. Got her number, texted her a bit the next day and will hit her up next time I’m in Sydney.
Behind the scenes, James moves through the club commanding sets and orchestrating students with his usual intense grace, subtle yet powerful. It’s inspiring to watch. I reckon students get so much out of just seeing his presence and low energy relaxed vibe in such high energy environments.
the venue was so fucking awesome, just made me feel powerful and sexy being there. pic is only one of many areas and doesn't really do it justice.
Later I was in a different set with another student, talking to two powerful Russian looking glam types: tall, fur coats, dark hair, striking good looks, sombre composure, air of royalty, etc. It wasn't in a bitchy way though; it was more of a powerful feminine elegant way.
The one I was talking too was throwing me lots of little tests and I was sending them right back. I could tell it was just her way of flirting, and treated it as such.
She told me she was going to Melbourne soon, I said we should exchange numbers, she brushed it off and we kept chatting.
After another few minutes I said something rude and she said "don't talk to me..." (she sounded serious) and I said "the last time someone said that to me we were fucking in the toilet 2 mins later" (referring to this incident
lr-2-rapid-club-pulls-in-1-night-vt88808.html )
She said "well that’s not gonna happen. Go for that girl in the blue dress over there, I'm sure she'll do it"
We kept chatting more and I started "accidentally" brushing my hand on her leg under the table. She ignored it for about 10 seconds then moved her chair back away from me.
Most of what she was saying was pretty antagonistic; I was getting a stream of what seemed like overt negative signs from her. The old me would have ejected after the first few seemingly negative things she said, but I stayed in.
A bit later Harry Potter came up in conversation and I said "you want Hagrid to blow on your face don't you..."
She smiled and said "yeah..." seductively. I reached out and caressed her face gently, as if I was contemplating how it would look coated in cum. She passively accepted this; didn’t flinch, just grinned and we kept chatting.
Soon they had to go to the toilet and she said "will you be sitting here when we get back?" this was the first overt sign she was into me. BAM: without warning, she had changed her attitude from ‘I don’t really care what happens here, I’m just killing time’ to ‘I’m interested in this guy!’. Imagine if I had ejected a minute before this happened!
I said I wasn’t going to wait (had a workshop to teach) but told her to take my number. She said "why don't you take MY number..."
She put her number in and pranked herself, and as we were standing up we somehow got into a marriage role-play. I whispered in her ear that we'd cheat on each other and she purred. Her friend said "you guys talking about marriage WTF?" and I said "nah we're talking about fucking"
My girl goes "yeah, fucking".
Me and the student leave the seats to go to the toilet too, and on the way there we bump into them again. She goes "we’re leaving for another club on Oxford street, come later! Call me!"
Pretty big turn around for someone being so cold/rejecting me minutes before.
The reason all this happens (me getting away with saying really forward stuff) is because over time I've developed a sharp social intuition for reading girls reactions. On the surface it seemed like she was rejecting my advances, but I was aware of the bigger picture: she was still talking to me, giving me sex eyes and keeping her seductive antagonistic attitude: she was flirting with me.
I didn't take any of her rejections to heart and when she saw that firstly I wasn’t affected by her "rejections" and that I could read between the lines, it puts me in a different class of man. I didn’t take her venom laced conversation as her being bitchy or thinking she was top shit, she was just being herself and seeing if I was the kind of guy who could handle her sharp wit and not crumble under her frame. For a woman as beautiful as her, she would meet so many guys who would suck up to her, walk on eggshells around her, be really timid and get nervous/intimidated/freaked out by her. For her, being a bit standoffish at the start is a necessity to sort out the men from the boys, and I don’t blame her. I do the same thing; I talk about quirky and edgy stuff to make sure the women I’m talking to are on the same wavelength as me.
In regards to her frame, I met her halfway and it was clear we were both on the same page; she passes my screening by being able to flirt that intensely (big contrast with the girl who had freaked out from a raised eyebrow before) and I pass her screening by showing her I’m not going to walk on egg shells around her and don’t mind saying vulgar things. I wasn’t worried that I was going to offend her and that’s part of what she’s looking for in a man.
She left and I got two texts with Harry Potter in jokes from her while I was still coaching, which I didn’t write back to.
pool area:
The workshop was going great, one guy was really pushing his comfort zone but was having trouble with a rapid escalation mission. I said "maybe we should make you a t-shirt that says "I did rapid escalation training with Liam and was too scared to actually do the mission". Nothing like tough love.
He laughed, hugged me warmly, said ‘I love you man’ and went back into the set, asking the girl if he could kiss her. He was expecting a slap or a drink to the face, and instead she praised him for his balls and they chatted for another 5 minutes. he was stoked, his whole reality around women in bars had been shattered and upgraded.
I love pushing people when I can feel it's exactly what they need, and I love the student having a paranoid delusion about what's going to happen when they try a mission, and instead getting a warm response.
The workshop finished and I spent the next few hours hanging out with POwer (he used to post here back in the day). I was so wrecked by this point, I felt like I was back on the Eurotour.
We went outside to get food, and as we’re eating, who do we see getting out of a cab right in front of us but the two Russian glam chicks! They’d been to Oxford street and returned, presumably to find me, as one of her texts had hinted at that. I run screaming up to them and they both give me a big group hug. They both called me ‘Liam’ in conversation and then her friend self-consciously joked that ‘we totally haven’t been gossiping about you the whole time…’
I introduce them to POwer and we’re all joking around but I can feel that he’s not that into the other girl, so as they’re talking amongst themselves about something we just kind of drift off back towards the club, and lose them in the crowds. I think this would have been a shock to them (two exceptionally hot chicks), to have two guys just walk off and eject, seemingly bored. I see them sprinting down the street on the other side, I’m guessing they were trying to beat us to the club so it’d look like we followed them in as opposed to them stalking us hahaha.
We went back upstairs to the rooftop swimming pool area and they obviously went to the main room. I got a text from her saying ‘u are the Ivy?’
I wrote back saying ‘Ivy pool upstairs’.
(I ended up fucking her a few months later in Melbourne, in this report:
text-game-lr-sydney-russian-glam-vt91117.html
I was in that strange zone where you think "I should just go home....nah if I stay out just a bit longer something crazy will happen.”
At 4am after 4 hours of go-nowhere sets I finally gave up and went downstairs to meet James out front.
As we were waiting for a cab I saw a sexy goddess walk by... she was one of the most beautiful women I had seen all night, and we were outside in the harsh street lights, so that’s saying something. Time stood still as she glided past. I said "I think I'm going to talk to her..."
I hurry off after her, and say ‘hey. You look lovely’
She says ‘thank you!’ with a big smile. There’s a pause an she laughs and says ‘do I really look lonely?’
I say ‘uh no I said you look lovely hahah’.
I asked her how her nights been, she said her friends got too drunk too early and it wasn’t that much fun. She had glitter on her face and I say ‘it looks like you got your face jizzed on by a guy who works in a glitter factory’
She laughs and says ‘yeah he really coated my eyes. Looks good though hey’.
Again this is yet another example of me saying something that sounds totally creepy and weird, but because of my delivery and the fact that this kind of joking around is normal to me, she just flows with it.
It’s easy to fall into the trap of thinking that all girls are precious snowflakes and that talking about anything rude or edgy around them is a bad idea, but for many girls it’s actually really refreshing when they meet someone who doesn’t censor themselves just because they’re around a beautiful woman. I just joke around with them as I would with anyone else. It works for me because it’s congruent with my personality.
We walk and chat a bit longer and I say ‘where are you going?’ she says ‘I don’t really know, either walking home or looking for a cab I guess’. I say ‘well while you decide, lets walk back the other way instead, coz my friend is waiting back there.’
Later on she said the fact that I seemed more keen to get back to my friend than to walk with her was a good sign, probably made me seem less desperate.
I get back and James is waiting on the corner chatting to some petite brunette. Me and the goddess both lean against the wall and start chatting. She says something about how she ‘dabbles’ in something (can’t remember what, probably music or something).
I say ‘you know what the word dabble makes me think of? I think about in relation to asses. (reach around and run my hand on her ass) I imagine getting yogurt, and pouring it like this. You know when you have one of those 1kg tubs of yogurt? And when you try to pour it out it just kind of overflows?’
She’s nodding and agreeing, ‘yeh I know! Those big tubs, they always seem to spill out!’
‘well when you say dabble I imagine it as a verb, like ‘to dabble’ meaning
to pour an excessive amount of yogurt onto someone’s ass and spread it all around.’
sounds too weird/crazy to be true? unbeknownst to me, james filmed this section of the interaction. the videos not embedding on some computers but you should be able to follow the link.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cV9h1tNNgx4
notice that my body language is fairly relaxed and normal, (apart from the ass-yogurt gestures). some people think that because rapid escalation
seems crazy and extreme that it must
look crazy and extreme, and they see me in field and go 'look out liam's gonna do something wild any second now!' i generally just look like i'm chatting to them like in this video, maybe with a bit more eye gazing and hand holding. the best seductions are the ones that are so subtle that you don't even notice, no one around me can tell what's going on.
After the 2nd ass grab the general gist was me saying she's gonna think of that now every time someone says dabble, and her saying that i can't just change the meaning of a word coz i feel like it. i say 'you'll just have to learn to use it that way' and she says 'you'll just have to learn to
not use it that way.'
We chat for a while longer then we drifted over to James. She seemed totally cool with this quirky exchange: these are the kind of eccentric qualities I look for in a woman and what attracted me to her so much (apart from her gracefulness, sexy body and angel face).
When I told James about this yogurt dabble babble the next day he was laughing, ‘hahah liam up to your old tricks again.... i love How you get away with saying shit like that... And then awkwardly touching her ass in the middle of the street’
It’s funny because I said nearly the exact same thing to a girl about a year ago. Here’s a quote from this report
http://sydney-lair.com/index.php?topic=4086.0 “Then we talked about the word ‘dabble’ and how I want to dabble yogurt all over her skin. Then I keep grabbing her ass and ‘dabbling’ it.”
Yesterday Internetking tagged me in a photo saying ‘I will seduce you with my awkwardness’, which I felt summed me up well. I think this is a big part of my frame, and the stereotype I play into ¬when I’m picking up girls. If I was to pretend to try to be some super smooth dude (which I used to do back in my Mystery Method days) girls would see right through it in a second.
But because I just own my weirdness/awkwardness and I’m comfortable with it, the girls vibe on it.
It’s like in Donnie Darko when she says ‘you’re weird…I mean that as a compliment.’
Me her and James spent a few minutes joking around on the sidewalk, and I could see James was having the same instant-crush on this girl as I was. We were both playing it cool but on the inside we were like giddy pre-teens gushing over a pop idol.
It was clear she was enjoying our company, but I bumbled through an extraction attempt by saying ‘so you should walk us to your place’ but she said ‘nah I can’t have anyone at my place or my housemates will get pissed off’. Which when you read between the lines means ‘your offer of coming home with me is awesome, too bad we can’t do it.’
James read the situation and stepped up to the plate. He said something like: "You, what's you name? Ok, you need a ride right? Good, let's continue this conversation in the cab, so that I can sleep. You’re from Sydney, put your local knowledge to use and help us get a cab.” His whole frame was like grumpy dad frame, which kind of implied that we were two naughty kids having a secret romance. It also had the effect of taking the decision making responsibility off both of us, so we were both just secretly going ‘sweet!’ in our heads, happy that circumstances had seemed to transpire leaving us in the same cab (when the reality was that it was perfectly calculated and well timed move by James).
As I was standing there, I feel a big slap on my back and hear ‘have a good night, LIAM!’ in a bitchy tone. It was the Russian chicks again! They were storming past with their noses in the air, trying to hide their disappointment that here I was hitting on some other chick after they came all the way from the other club to meet me (which I never promised them I would).
It’s so funny how a super hot woman can go to a club that hosts 600 people, full of some of the best looking and best dressed guys around (including a bunch of B grade celebs and footy players) and still only meet one guy that they’re interested in (me). The fact that I was just so normal around her and didn’t change my personality because she was exceptionally beautiful would have been so refreshing, leading her to do the double text, and then come back from the other nightclub in the hope of meeting me again.
I yelled after her ‘I love you! I’ll marry you when we meet again!’ but they just kept walking.
me and goddess raging against the system (and it's shortage of cabs):
We were still standing on the corner looking for a cab for a while and I thought ‘hmm….I should probably have a crack at this qualifying thing James is always going on about….’ I don’t really do much verbal qualifying, usually it’s just finding out if the girls got an open sexual energy or not, and getting them to prove to me how sexually wild they are by coming on an adventure with me then and there. But I was actually really getting along with this chick, so I figured I should let her know that it was about more than sex to me, and qualify her on her personality.
She took a few photos of me and James and I said ‘nice photo’ and she said ‘well yeah I’m a photographer.’ I said ‘oh wow cool, so you totally have a blog and like totally post up blurry like totally pictures and like totally call it art right.’ (Implying that she was one of the dime a dozen hipsters who call themselves photographers and just take generic photographs with tacky effects on them.)
It had exactly the effect I was hoping for. She said ‘um, no. I take photos but I don’t have a blog’. It’s pretty subtle but the frame is her proving to me that she’s cool, is serious about photography and not one of those faux-arty chicks. Her response demonstrated to me that she was aware of the stereotype I was talking about (good to see she’s perceptive on that level), and that it was something she didn’t want to be labelled as.
After taking some more sexy photos on the street we finally got a in cab, where she took out her phone, loaded up facebook and showed me a bunch of photos she had taken (still trying to make sure I think she’s cool and not a photographer-poser).
Much better position to be in than me trying to tell her about how cool I am coz I’m in a band or coz I make music for short films or whatever.
We get back to the multimillion dollar building we’re staying in, and go over to the 3am fast food stand out front.
This stereotypical bitchy blonde glam chick is standing there with a really stuck up look on her face. Goddess starts whispering to me ‘oh my god that is like the epitome of what I hate…fucking stuck up bitches’.
I thought this was so cute, I said ‘you totally remind me of me when I was your age. When I was 19 I used to rage against the system just like that, hating on things as a projection of my own insecurities. Now I like to give people the benefit of the doubt and not judge them on face value or the stereotype they fall into.’
She says ‘yeah well if she chooses to present herself like that and hold herself with that air, she deserves to be judged.’
I said ‘I think it’s because I break so many stereotypes myself that I extend that to other people. You wouldn’t think that I’m a huge death metal fan by looking at me would you…’
I loved her attitude even though I didn’t agree with it. So similar to myself in so many ways. This chick was so cool, she was my ideal girl. Intelligent, funny, playful, free spirited, warm, creative, chilled out, blunt…I could go on and on.
As we were walking down the huge entrance hall of our building, we walked past the restaurant part (which was obviously closed at 4am). It had these long metal bangles hanging down around it, and she scurried over to them and said ‘sorry I just HAVE to do this!’ and ran her fingers through them, causing them to make a chiming sound accompanied by a cool visual wave as the chain reaction caused all of them to vibrate. She looked so beautiful, this free spirited little fairy playing with the freedom and creativity of a child, sparkling her magical feminine energy wherever she glided, elegantly and delicately dancing around the lobby without a care in the world.
All the while me and James are standing there watching her, with our hands over our hearts, both falling more hopelessly in love with her every second.
us on the way through the hall.
We got back into our apartment, and after a bit of faffing around where I wasn’t sure if I should wait till James went to bed or take her upstairs, he just said ‘you two be quiet, you’ll wake our host, go and talk in that room.’ So good when your wing is pushing the seduction forward all the way to the bedroom.
I took her hand and led her into the bedroom, part of me cackling at how James would have to sleep on the couch now, and I was getting the bed AND this cool sex-angel. She sat on the bed and started looking at the bookshelf, I sat down next to her. She got a phone call and start chatting, and I leaned in and kissed her neck while she was on the phone. She didn’t react to the neck kiss at all, which threw me off a bit. I had a flashback to all my trigger pulling hesitation moments from highschool, but it didn’t last long and I leaned in and kissed her properly. She was grabbing my head and kissing me back, but she kept her mouth closed!
I pulled away and said ‘so…it’s not cheating if you don’t use your tongue right?’
She blushed, looked down, and didn’t say anything.
I started kissing her again and this time she kissed me back properly with her tongue. I pushed her back on the bed and buried my tongue into her neck, her skin was sooooo soft.
I ran my hand down her neck to her glorious tits and gave them a good squeezing. My hand wandered further down to her dress, and start tracing up her leg. She tensed up again and told me to stop.
I said ‘you have a boyfriend don’t you’.
She said ‘yes…but it’s pretty relaxed. We’re kind of open to a certain degree…he’s cool. There’s a hazy line, and you’ll know when you cross it. Kissing is okay, and boob touching is totally fine. But nothing downstairs’.
I was happy enough with that, I was actually kind of relieved that I didn’t have to have sex with her, I was so tired at this point and feel like my performance would have suffered, and I wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much. I was getting as much stimulation from being around her as anything.
I was thinking, ‘James must be so confused as to why he can hear us having a pleasant chat from the next room’.
I pulled out her boobs and gave them a working over with my tongue. I was squeezing her nipples as hard as I could and she said ‘that doesn’t hurt…’. She had a very high pain threshold.
Then I pulled out my phone and we did a sexy photo shoot (which is where all these pics came from). I took around 70 photos, of her tits, ass, her angel face, her posing from behind.
Here are some of the tamer ones. She said ‘my eyes and my boobs are my best features…I don’t have a good ass though…’
I’ll let you guys be the judge of that. (PIC REMOVED)
During this her boyfriend called her, he seemed like my kind of guy, so unreactive and not jealous at all. She just straight up said ‘hey I met these dudes and went back to their place. We’re still hanging out tonight though yeah? Come pick me up if you’re free.’
He was just like ‘yeah cool text me the address’. He was so chill about it, he didn’t say ‘WTF who are these guys’ or anything. So unreactive, just letting her be free and not getting jealous or trying to control her.
Only a guy like that could have a girl like her; she needs someone who will allow her infinite feminine energy to breathe and flourish… many guys would drown it in the vinegar and acid of their jealousy. She’s like a delicate flower that you can admire for its beauty, its perfume scent, but if you try to pick it and make it yours, if you try to own it and conquer it, you crush the essence of what made it beautiful in the first place and it just withers and dies.
She told me how cool it was that I was so forward, and said ‘oh man the other guys my age are such pussies. They say they just want to be my friend, they hide their intentions, they pretend like they don’t think I’m hot. It’s so annoying. I much prefer someone to just be straight up about that kind of thing. It’s like they’re scared of me!’
We took a few more sexy photos and had some dry sex till her bf called again and said he was out front. I said 'off to bang your bf huh' and she goes 'well yeah, and it's going to be way more awesome coz you've already got me so worked up!' i said 'don't feel guilty if you think about me during the sex...' and she kept a pretty neutral front but let out a short sigh/gasp/laugh that said 'fuck! how did he know what i was thinking!'
I took the lift down with her, and as she was leaving I went to kiss her goodbye. She gave me a lame mouth-closed kiss, and I said ‘give me a proper goodbye kiss.’ She said ‘I am!’ and did the close mouth thing again. I pulled away and said ‘no like a PROPER goodbye kiss’ and she attacked me, her hands running all over me, grabbing me and pulling me into her.
Our breathing was intense, tongues were dancing at a frantic pace, it was a climax to our short-but-beautiful romance.
She is one of the coolest chicks I’ve met in ages and she provides a really good standard for me to measure other girls against. I could go on and on about everything I liked about her but most of it can be summed up in her energy. The fact that she was so relaxed about meeting strangers, hanging out with me and James, was happy to come home with us…it just showed me that she could read that we were her kind of people; she felt like she had hit the jackpot with us and was happy to flow with it. She said something like ‘I wish more of my friends were like you guys…’.
Even if I never fuck her I really hope I see her again. It’s not that often when you meet someone and you just have an instant bond with them, she’s the kind of girl I’d just be happy to be friends with (until she’s single hahha). She texted me the next day and said ‘interesting night last night, send me some of those pictures…’
Also, after the Russian girls storming off in a huff I could have assumed that it was over, but I called her the next day and when I got her answering machine texted her ‘so according to your voicemail your name is Steph. I had you saved as “Harry Potter face jizz” as that was your most memorable quote of the night’
She wrote back ‘that’s cheating’. talking about how I found out her name, but I just changed the meaning in my next text:
“pretty sure we agreed to cheat (on each other) last night. I admire your reckless rebellion against the institution of marriage’
she writes back ‘baby I was born this way. Monogamy makes me sick, glad we’re on the same wave length.’
And BAM once again she’s dropped her antagonism and has jumped into the frame of ‘we are lovers’.
I didn’t write back to that coz I was seeing my cousins, but the next day she texts me ‘you leave tonight don’t you?’
I was consistently surprised at how much she was investing, but looking back it all makes sense; beautiful women can actually be really isolated because it’s rare for them to meet someone who just treats them as a human and doesn’t try to placate them or suck up to them all the time. It’s lonely at the top.
I wrote back ‘I sure do. And unless you’re free to come to Petersham in the next two hours we’ll have to postpone our honeymoon/first official marriage fight till you come to Melbourne’.
She texts me 6 hours later saying ‘so I know that two hours is over but nope there’s not way I would have made it. Sorry “guy from Ivy”.
HAHAHAH so obvious she planned to wait 6 hours. And that last bit is my favourite, because she’s trying to pretend that she didn’t remember my name because I didn’t remember hers, BUT her and her friend had both used my name extensively when we saw them get out of the cab, and when they busted me picking up that other girl.
Faking to forget my name, so calculated! She’s trying to play it all cool but I can see right through it. Makes me think of all the times I’ve thought I was being really subtle with girls but now I realize how obvious my core intent has been.
Hopefully I’ll hit her up when she comes here in April.
CHAT
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