Covert escape…
Spot: Tenjune
Chic: Unknown/WASP
Body type: Fit
Occupation: ???
Personally I think some women are way too trusting.
After a long day at work, I decided to switch it up and to go to a bar that is out of my comfort zone. So I hailed a cab and told him to take me to a bar where the women were easy and the liquor flowed like water. Should have realized that he would take me to the Meat Packing District. I pick my spot, Tenjune. Mind you I have been here before for dinner, but never just for drinks. I make my way inside, like every other alcoholic I ease my way to the bar and create my space. After 3 Goose ‘n Clubs in about 20 mins or so, I see her. My goddess for the night. She walks up to the bar and orders a cosmo, this being one of the few times I actually have cash on me as opposed to plastique, I throw down a 20, not expecting much change, after all it was a fruity drink in the meat packing.
We start talking, she is somewhat interesting but fucking gorgeous, we laugh, we flirt, whispering into each other ears, she is licking her lips and the foreplay starts, and we begin to make out at the bar as if no one was watching. I still remember her taste and her scent, Narciso Rodriguez, clearly a woman with exquisite taste (high maintenance).
My ego was on steroids, dozens of guys staring with envy as I took her by the hand and led her out of the bar with my chest puffed up like a peacock strutting its stuff.
I’m pulling out all the stops here tonight, this wasn’t the usual chic I hook up with, she had proper breeding and expected a certain kind of treatment, as if she were almost entitled to it. Who was I to complain?
It was raining when we got outside, so I took off my suit jacket and held it over her head while I tried to catch a cab.
Eventually we get to her place and animal instinct takes over, we are tearing each others clothes off. Grabbed her by the ass and put her up against a wall and I started licking every part of her body, hearing her moan and groan just made me want her more. I think we tried every possible position known to mankind and a few others that left me hurting.
Next morning we wake up and she rolls over to kiss me, I’m thinking this could be a chic I would actually date.
But wish my luck she had to completely fuck it up.
Chic: Morning baby, I had a really good time last night, I just want you to know that I don’t usually do these things:
Me: (thinking here we go again) Its OK, I don’t think of you any differently as I did last night.
Chic: OK, I’m going to the gym downstairs, when I come back up we can go get breakfast.
Me: Sure, wake me up when you get back.
I thought to myself, is this chic fucking serious, she didn’t know me from a whole in the wall and she was leaving me all alone in her apartment, WTF
SHe must be nuts!
As soon as she left her apartment, I threw my clothes on tried to fix my hair and as I was walking out I saw her cell lying on the floor.
At that moment I had an epiphany, I didn’t want this chic calling me again, so I searched thru her dialed calls and her phonebook to delete my number and I walked out of her apartment and her life…
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