Since September, I haven’t gone out much. Maybe half a dozen times. Fatigue, work—just didn’t feel like it most of the time, so I’m quite rusty and need to get back in the game. The night of the party, I figure I might as well not sleep at all, since I’ve flying out at 6:30 the following morning. So I put my dad up at my place and meet the gang at about 10:30.

I’m evidently late, as guys are scattered around, food and beer leftovers on the table. One brother with a chick on his arm greets me:

HERCULES!

The girl is visibly amused by the name. Then the rest of the pack greets me the same way.

Since I’m late, I’m not sure about the social dynamic going around, so I sit back and take it easy. After a while, I get seriously bored and want to migrate. I tell the guys I’m going out to get some street action and a feel for the crowd. Some of the boys try to extract girls, and I suggest they take off to the lounge next door, a great place for kino and rapport/seduction building.

I take the others to a club. Very lightly populated. Once inside, I head straight for a bar at the back and start socializing with the barmaids. When a place is dead like that, they are generally very receptive (they’re bored crazy) and provide a great warm-up while building social value with neighboring chicks (who see you aren’t intimidated by big boobs and tight dresses.)

There is this 7-rated 2-set standing next to me, both a little chunky but upbeat. I see my fellow bros grouped together and I have a bro next to me, so I talk about getting some drinks. I order tequila shots, following the barmaid’s recommendation. The 2-set is still there: proximity IOI. I open with the first thing that comes to mind (which is not always the best idea, especially when you’re rusty): “Hey, I wanna ask you something. Which of my friends do you think is better looking?

Amusingly enough, they point to a different group, who look more in party mode. Nevertheless, the girls are very responsive, and some good banter, C&F, and Push-Pull ensues. For instance, they throw a line back at me and I look scandalized, stick my ass out, and tell then I’ve spanked for a lot less, which cracks them up. I put my hand up to signal a spank is coming. Their eyes open wide in anticipation, and then I start spanking….myself! I brag about how good my ass looks, and how hard it is, which provokes general hysteria.

The girls tell me they’re best friends. They brag about doing things together, like going to the Canadiens because one of their dads has season tickets. I reply with, “Great, I’m gonna marry YOU!” But before I even finish my sentence, they cut me off, screaming, “Nooooo, we’ll marry each other!” So I follow with DYD’s classic, “Then I’ll divorce you and get half your tickets,” generating more hysteria.

I entertain them both for awhile, but, rusty as I am, I eventually start running low on inspiration. They pull out their cells, so I pull out mine to create some distance. I sense they are on a party rush. I’m having fun, but I’m not really attracted to either one. I think about elevating the game to a more sexual level, but I hesitate, because I feel it’s still too early. The chicks aren’t ready yet, plus I don’t have a wing with me to separate them.

Then a couple of my bros show up and take the entertainment relay, getting both chicks going, but with no real game plan. I move around the club for awhile, and later, see the 2-set being worked by these 2 guys from the other group I mentioned earlier. I was pretty sure the girls wouldn’t respond well, and sure enough, 10 minutes later, I see them moving around the club by themselves.

A little later, I see the same guys working the 2-set again. I keep an eye on them for educational purposes, but after 2 minutes I lose track of them. Maybe 10 minutes later, I see one of the girls alone with some goof. I break them up and she tells me she lost her friend. Another 5 minutes pass, and I see the other girl isolated by the same guy that was working her before, until the bouncer removes them from the reserved seating.

Anyway, I’m getting bored and sense it’s time to move. I corral the gang and suggest we go to another club.

By now it’s about 1:30. When we arrive at the next club, the gang ends up in the back while I’m stuck near the entrance. I have $1.76 in cash left on me and I go the bar to suck some barmaid’s pity, which fails miserably (Biatch!)

I return to my spot and see 2 babes floundering. Perfect targets! I open the blond one with, “Hey, how far do you think I can go in here with a buck and a half?” We talk about stuff. She brags about having skied for 25 years, since the age of 3, and how she beat some famous skier in competition. I return the favor by saying that if I didn’t kick her ass at skiing, I would leave her behind in go-kart racing.

More banter and teasing. She asks me about my age, I tell her to guess. 32? No, higher. “But I’m not good at this!” she says. Then she asks me to guess her age. 28—duh!

Turns out she goes skiing with her ex from a 9-year relationship. I offer to take her on a challenge and go skiing with her. I # close her and continue the conversation.

I eventually start running out of inspiration again, and I turn away slightly to gather my thoughts. Out of nowhere, another bro walks in on my set and starts talking to the girl, and I sense she’s not really receptive. (What’s with guys barging in on my sets, anyway?) I move in between them with, “Is this guy annoying you?” and the interaction resumes. We chit-chat for a few minutes, I engage in some light kino, and then ask her:

“So, how good a kisser are you?”

She can’t really answer, other than by saying that she’s good.

“On a scale of 1 to 10? Let’s find out.”

I move in slowly, and she is definitely receptive.

Me: “Not bad. I’d give it at least an 8.”

Her: “What?!? I’m better than an 8!!”

More kissing.

“Yeah, you’re not bad at all.

She seems reassured. More kissing & kino.

Me: “We’re not going to have sex tonight, that’s for sure.”

I don’t know where this came from, but I’m sure glad I started this frame. I think it’s FINALLY the integration and internalization of the material. I actually managed to think about it, on time, in the heat of the action—a first for me! She has this look on her face that I haven’t seen before. A mixture of satisfaction and uncertainty. Did I mean it? Why would I talk about sex? Why would I say that?

Me: “Because I’m flying out to Florida in 3 hours, and my dad is sleeping in my bed.”

More kissing, and now she’s really going at it. I interrupt, saying, “I’m not kidding, I’m actually flying out soon.” And I can see the look of disappointment on her face. Shit, her reaction hits me like a ton of bricks. I’ve realized there is a way to fuck chicks you make out with in a club—by being non-linear!

I see her friend looking at us and I decide it’s time to move on, so I kiss her goodbye and close the interaction. As I leave her, my group shows up, pulls me away and we move to get our coats.

A good night, overall.


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