This girl giving me a lapdance... I was spitting prime cut game the whole night. Rising through the power rankings like a boss in the building. Old girls at this club (the same one where that dude's ex used to work at) were giving me the "I remember you :O" piff all night long.
This redhead girl tho. I shit you not, she gliding on this pole like it was just a figment of everyone's imagination. Crazy strong pole game. She was cute, but no drop-dead gorgeous girl like some of the others but after she hit a 5 second flagpole and rolled right into a 15 second kip, every dude in their was ready to give a standing ovation. And we fuckin did.
I did the asshole thing that I always do. Locate all the scrubbiest dudes in the establishment and plan out ways for them to make me look good. The obvious virgin with the tooyoungtodrinkdon'tbuymeshots shirt, the pretty boy/asshole who steps on toes, the slow dancing stripper who's clearly on ex, and the guys who just came out of a breakup - all of them. Marked. And put to work. We spoke a couple of times before that dance but after I enacted Scumbag Resonance, I felt almost certain I was getting that number by the end of the night after that last-call lapdance.
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I've seen a lot of things. A lot. But when she straddled me, leaned back, bit my ear, and purred I was fucking eliminated. She expected to turn around after the dance and see a composed young man who'd been riding the wave of virgin tears, free alcohol, and security daps all night long. Instead she got a future walmart greeter who lost the ability to close his mouth.
I'll own it though. I wear that L with pride.