Sorry the verbosity, but this is an eventful one.
BEGINNING
As I sat down in a local club in one of the Baltic capitals, slowly sipping my beer, I couldn’t help but think “It's not just that my night club/bar game suck, I just purely don’t have any night game at all”.
Even if I had to push myself, I just didn't feel like talking and everyone was in group, so I knew I would have bombed any attempt. Yet, I was feeling good.
I go out to take a walk on the street and I see a high amount of beautiful girls around, yet nobody seems to be on their own.
Finally this taller girl is walking by herself.
MEET UP
I walk a few meters behind her looking for the right moment: I don’t make the move super quick because she’s on a higher ground and since I’m already smaller I’m wary of trying to project a better first impression. Once she steps down the sidewalk I go for it.
She’s going to a local concert of a Russian celebrity to meet a friend but I tell her to go for a drink and she follows –the amount of stunning girls and blonde barbies in line for that concert was unbelievable BTW-.
SHE
She’s like a chubbier cheaper barbie. Not really chubby, but like a big Barbie with some meat and bigger boobs, which she ostentatiously put on display too.
Her lips look like on botox and she dyes her hair to be blonde(r).
Luxury handbag and high heels of course, which made her very visibly taller than I am.
Belly button piercing too, as I'll later find out.
She’s not my type at all and believe she could look much better and classier toning down her fashion, yet she would probably look like a hottie to many people swayed by good body, big boobs and that kind of fashion and make up which loudly screams “I’m a horny loud whore”.
FIRST BAR
I pay and set a bad precedent here, but I don’t think I would have smoothly pulled off her paying for her drink: she doesn’t look like the kind of girl who would even think of paying for her drink.
We just sit down, in front of each other. Some basic chit chat, not much deep diving as she say she’s got a friend with VIP tickets for that Russian concert and can get me in, so we hurry with the drinks and move soon.
She says she’s 25, she looked a bit older to me but I’ll later find our her body is very firm, so it’s probably true.
On the street she puts her arm beneath her arm.
I feel a bit awkward walking around this flashy thing, prolly people thinking I'm just coming from a men's club with her, but anyway.
MY PLACE OR SECOND DRINK?
We don’t find her friend for the concert.
I swiftly propose my place. She insists for another bar and then come back for the VIP concert. I keep angling for my place, but she acknowledge we'll go there after and a second quick drink doesn’t seem such bad idea so we go for it…
SECOND CLUB
… It was actually a bad idea. It’s a luxury club which I pay entrance for both (nothing crazy high or I would have U-turned, but not cheap either for a guy who doesn’t like paying entrance).
She does take a couple of points for a very cool move though: there are two stocky guys in line in front of me looking a mix of street thugs and rich Russian mafia. One turns around and loudly says something in the local language to me, and laughs a lot together with his friend. They look very comfortable and in control, like they were habitues.
I don’t reply, I’m not scared or anxious, yet I’m in a new environment I don’t even like that much and out of my comfort zone. Not much control needed though: she steps in very resolute and energetic: rebuffs him, then hugs me and says in English “he’s my boyfriend”. I don’t know what she says but was highly effective. The laughter chokes in his throat. He pulls out his smartphone. Very awkwardly. No more disturbance from them.
The amount of hot women inside is breathtaking, quite a few of them with that stunning mix of great looks and top fashion. I don’t remember having seen so many hot girls all at once.
We sit down side by side on a staircase to smoke. I was already groping her ass before, now she plants a kiss on my lips and I put my hand through her legs brushing her vagina. There are people around, yet there’s no moving my hand away from her.
She says she'll go a second to to look for cocaine and then wants to have another drink -I'm not too worried about the cocaine part, it's relatively widespread drug in the (high end) club world, doesn't last too long and it's not devastating on the body once in a while-. Here I set the line though: not gonna have any other drink and just push for home.
She goes to the bar anyway and I just stop in the dance floor. We divide.
“lost it” I think, "good lesson learned, should have never come to this second club".
I think I'll hang around here for a while longer anyway, it's full of hotties and I paid entrance already. I go to the toilet, and on the way out I see her again. I pretend not to having noticed her and don’t greet her and I expect her to do the same.
But surprise, as I walk by she jumps in and says “I was looking for you”.
God, could it be I’m really high quality around here? I"m well dressed, but nothing over the top. She doesn’t think she can find another guy? Or she does really wanna stick with me? I wonder, but just in a corner of my head: now I gotta just push for home and I’m again surprised she goes to the toilet first and is now indeed following me outside..
THE DIFFICULT PULL
… but it’s not gonna be that easy. She wants to go to the club in front and really insists for it. But this time I’m not having any, either taxi home or bye.
Now she says she will come, but I have to pay.
I tell her “look, I have lots of girls, I don’t pay for sex, but I like you and would like to spend time with you”.
On her insistence I say I got great booze and we can even get cocaine close to my place. This goes on for maybe 5 minutes, including her faking to leave and I again think it’s lost.
Yet I never overreact, and again to my surprise she actually hops on a cab with me.
WACKO AT HOME – STUMBLING AND VIOLENCE
God, there’s so much to say, but I’ll cut it very short: at a certain point she begins going crazy: can’t walk straight anymore, tries to take swings at me –at the very beginning I slap her back and say not to fucking do that anymore, then she’s just too uncoordinated and I doubt even realizing what is going on-.
I’m soon past the point of being pissed this is not going to end with sex: this is completely out of hand now, I’m in a foreign place and want no troubles, I just want her out.
Yet I can't manage to kick her out, and she’s now falling from the bed to the floor, can’t manage to freaking stand, and slurs in Russian.
I really don’t know what happened, the move from “relatively normal for a drunk hooker” behavior to total nutcase was so quick it caught me by surprise.
I wonder if somebody put something in her drink or if she’s willingly taken something while I didn’t see her. But I have a more pressing problem: I can’t manage to get her out my place and even if I could… would a taxi take an out of control chick who can’t even stand? As crazy as it sounds it’s probably safer to keep her in.
I’m recording everything with my phone BTW, I’m in an AirBnb place with neighbours all around and I'm quite worried this might end badly and I need proof I didn’t do anything bad ( the only English thing she says while I'm recording is "I wanna have sex with you", and I'm really super happy I'm gonna have that on record in case of problems
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We sleep.
She wakes up once, still stumbling and crazy goes to the toilet.
I’m relieved once we wake up for good the worst of the insanity has gone. Not good enough to be comfortable around her, mind you, yet at least no more need for a straitjacket.
FIRST WEAK SEX ATTEMP
Again, so many things to say, yet to keep it brief now that I know her dark side I find her disgusting and I’m mildly worried about having her still around and getting intimate with her.
So I’m having troubles at getting hard. She doesn’t help by going straight for a BJ on a flaccid dick.
Because you see guys, another issue I have is that my penis, while average when hard –and actually looking big against the backdrop of my below average body size- is super small when at rest.
I’m overcoming it, but it still makes me feel conscious.
Another challenge I have is that in the morning, especially after a couple drinks and when not sleeping well, I need to poo and don’t enjoy sex in this situation.
So I go to the toilet, take care of my bowels movement and start touching myself to get hard.
I’m still roiled about all that’s happened, and she's not fully "normal" yet, but from here on I’m more in a sexual state. I’m still not hard, but she’s got a hot body so I go back to the bed and start rubbing against her until we do it.
I could come but I don’t.
I still kind of felt I needed to make it a pleasurable experience for her as well.
SECOND GO AND PEAKING
We stand around the bed, she’s slowly getting more and more normal now.
I get hard again, go for it and come from behind while her belly is flat against the bed, my favourite position to peak.
WRAPPING IT UP
Her typical Russian "I'm hot, who are you" attitude is so terrible you’d almost miss her plastered on the floor unable to move.
I give her my number, mostly because I want the smoothest transition possible out of my place and making it seem like I wanted to see her again seems to help accomplishing that.
She wants me to call and pay for the taxy.
I don’t do either.
She says that I should pay if I wanna see her again.
LOL, I’ve rarely seen an emptier threat.
I’m sooo happy and relieved once we went out and she boards the taxi. Both because she’s out and because, at the end of the day, I'm on first night out while on holiday and she was still a quite hot chick. And it was a lay pulled from a situation which started looking dangerous. And I hadn’t banged a much taller girl since my first GF, many years ago now.
She called me while I write this.
As much as I’d be curious to know what the fuck she was on and to understand whether or not she’s a hooker.. I gonna pass this one.
BEGINNING
As I sat down in a local club in one of the Baltic capitals, slowly sipping my beer, I couldn’t help but think “It's not just that my night club/bar game suck, I just purely don’t have any night game at all”.
Even if I had to push myself, I just didn't feel like talking and everyone was in group, so I knew I would have bombed any attempt. Yet, I was feeling good.
I go out to take a walk on the street and I see a high amount of beautiful girls around, yet nobody seems to be on their own.
Finally this taller girl is walking by herself.
MEET UP
I walk a few meters behind her looking for the right moment: I don’t make the move super quick because she’s on a higher ground and since I’m already smaller I’m wary of trying to project a better first impression. Once she steps down the sidewalk I go for it.
She’s going to a local concert of a Russian celebrity to meet a friend but I tell her to go for a drink and she follows –the amount of stunning girls and blonde barbies in line for that concert was unbelievable BTW-.
SHE
She’s like a chubbier cheaper barbie. Not really chubby, but like a big Barbie with some meat and bigger boobs, which she ostentatiously put on display too.
Her lips look like on botox and she dyes her hair to be blonde(r).
Luxury handbag and high heels of course, which made her very visibly taller than I am.
Belly button piercing too, as I'll later find out.
She’s not my type at all and believe she could look much better and classier toning down her fashion, yet she would probably look like a hottie to many people swayed by good body, big boobs and that kind of fashion and make up which loudly screams “I’m a horny loud whore”.
FIRST BAR
I pay and set a bad precedent here, but I don’t think I would have smoothly pulled off her paying for her drink: she doesn’t look like the kind of girl who would even think of paying for her drink.
We just sit down, in front of each other. Some basic chit chat, not much deep diving as she say she’s got a friend with VIP tickets for that Russian concert and can get me in, so we hurry with the drinks and move soon.
She says she’s 25, she looked a bit older to me but I’ll later find our her body is very firm, so it’s probably true.
On the street she puts her arm beneath her arm.
I feel a bit awkward walking around this flashy thing, prolly people thinking I'm just coming from a men's club with her, but anyway.
MY PLACE OR SECOND DRINK?
We don’t find her friend for the concert.
I swiftly propose my place. She insists for another bar and then come back for the VIP concert. I keep angling for my place, but she acknowledge we'll go there after and a second quick drink doesn’t seem such bad idea so we go for it…
SECOND CLUB
… It was actually a bad idea. It’s a luxury club which I pay entrance for both (nothing crazy high or I would have U-turned, but not cheap either for a guy who doesn’t like paying entrance).
She does take a couple of points for a very cool move though: there are two stocky guys in line in front of me looking a mix of street thugs and rich Russian mafia. One turns around and loudly says something in the local language to me, and laughs a lot together with his friend. They look very comfortable and in control, like they were habitues.
I don’t reply, I’m not scared or anxious, yet I’m in a new environment I don’t even like that much and out of my comfort zone. Not much control needed though: she steps in very resolute and energetic: rebuffs him, then hugs me and says in English “he’s my boyfriend”. I don’t know what she says but was highly effective. The laughter chokes in his throat. He pulls out his smartphone. Very awkwardly. No more disturbance from them.
The amount of hot women inside is breathtaking, quite a few of them with that stunning mix of great looks and top fashion. I don’t remember having seen so many hot girls all at once.
We sit down side by side on a staircase to smoke. I was already groping her ass before, now she plants a kiss on my lips and I put my hand through her legs brushing her vagina. There are people around, yet there’s no moving my hand away from her.
She says she'll go a second to to look for cocaine and then wants to have another drink -I'm not too worried about the cocaine part, it's relatively widespread drug in the (high end) club world, doesn't last too long and it's not devastating on the body once in a while-. Here I set the line though: not gonna have any other drink and just push for home.
She goes to the bar anyway and I just stop in the dance floor. We divide.
“lost it” I think, "good lesson learned, should have never come to this second club".
I think I'll hang around here for a while longer anyway, it's full of hotties and I paid entrance already. I go to the toilet, and on the way out I see her again. I pretend not to having noticed her and don’t greet her and I expect her to do the same.
But surprise, as I walk by she jumps in and says “I was looking for you”.
God, could it be I’m really high quality around here? I"m well dressed, but nothing over the top. She doesn’t think she can find another guy? Or she does really wanna stick with me? I wonder, but just in a corner of my head: now I gotta just push for home and I’m again surprised she goes to the toilet first and is now indeed following me outside..
THE DIFFICULT PULL
… but it’s not gonna be that easy. She wants to go to the club in front and really insists for it. But this time I’m not having any, either taxi home or bye.
Now she says she will come, but I have to pay.
I tell her “look, I have lots of girls, I don’t pay for sex, but I like you and would like to spend time with you”.
On her insistence I say I got great booze and we can even get cocaine close to my place. This goes on for maybe 5 minutes, including her faking to leave and I again think it’s lost.
Yet I never overreact, and again to my surprise she actually hops on a cab with me.
WACKO AT HOME – STUMBLING AND VIOLENCE
God, there’s so much to say, but I’ll cut it very short: at a certain point she begins going crazy: can’t walk straight anymore, tries to take swings at me –at the very beginning I slap her back and say not to fucking do that anymore, then she’s just too uncoordinated and I doubt even realizing what is going on-.
I’m soon past the point of being pissed this is not going to end with sex: this is completely out of hand now, I’m in a foreign place and want no troubles, I just want her out.
Yet I can't manage to kick her out, and she’s now falling from the bed to the floor, can’t manage to freaking stand, and slurs in Russian.
I really don’t know what happened, the move from “relatively normal for a drunk hooker” behavior to total nutcase was so quick it caught me by surprise.
I wonder if somebody put something in her drink or if she’s willingly taken something while I didn’t see her. But I have a more pressing problem: I can’t manage to get her out my place and even if I could… would a taxi take an out of control chick who can’t even stand? As crazy as it sounds it’s probably safer to keep her in.
I’m recording everything with my phone BTW, I’m in an AirBnb place with neighbours all around and I'm quite worried this might end badly and I need proof I didn’t do anything bad ( the only English thing she says while I'm recording is "I wanna have sex with you", and I'm really super happy I'm gonna have that on record in case of problems
.We sleep.
She wakes up once, still stumbling and crazy goes to the toilet.
I’m relieved once we wake up for good the worst of the insanity has gone. Not good enough to be comfortable around her, mind you, yet at least no more need for a straitjacket
.FIRST WEAK SEX ATTEMP
Again, so many things to say, yet to keep it brief now that I know her dark side I find her disgusting and I’m mildly worried about having her still around and getting intimate with her.
So I’m having troubles at getting hard. She doesn’t help by going straight for a BJ on a flaccid dick.
Because you see guys, another issue I have is that my penis, while average when hard –and actually looking big against the backdrop of my below average body size- is super small when at rest.
I’m overcoming it, but it still makes me feel conscious.
Another challenge I have is that in the morning, especially after a couple drinks and when not sleeping well, I need to poo and don’t enjoy sex in this situation.
So I go to the toilet, take care of my bowels movement and start touching myself to get hard.
I’m still roiled about all that’s happened, and she's not fully "normal" yet, but from here on I’m more in a sexual state. I’m still not hard, but she’s got a hot body so I go back to the bed and start rubbing against her until we do it.
I could come but I don’t.
I still kind of felt I needed to make it a pleasurable experience for her as well.
SECOND GO AND PEAKING
We stand around the bed, she’s slowly getting more and more normal now.
I get hard again, go for it and come from behind while her belly is flat against the bed, my favourite position to peak.
WRAPPING IT UP
Her typical Russian "I'm hot, who are you" attitude is so terrible you’d almost miss her plastered on the floor unable to move
.I give her my number, mostly because I want the smoothest transition possible out of my place and making it seem like I wanted to see her again seems to help accomplishing that.
She wants me to call and pay for the taxy.
I don’t do either.
She says that I should pay if I wanna see her again.
LOL, I’ve rarely seen an emptier threat.
I’m sooo happy and relieved once we went out and she boards the taxi. Both because she’s out and because, at the end of the day, I'm on first night out while on holiday and she was still a quite hot chick. And it was a lay pulled from a situation which started looking dangerous. And I hadn’t banged a much taller girl since my first GF, many years ago now.
She called me while I write this.
As much as I’d be curious to know what the fuck she was on and to understand whether or not she’s a hooker.. I gonna pass this one
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