LIFESTYLE=How I Banged A Stripper (Without Spending A Dime)

Class was over. The weekend was here...


I was home free and ready to get into some shenanigans. 

My friends and I had a pretty consistent weekend ritual: Pre-game, play poker, then eventually head out for the night (if we were able to overcome our indecisiveness). 

Having lived in Florida for almost two years, it seemed like we had partied everywhere around town ...which admittedly, we did. 

And as Friday evening progressed and our poker game came to a close, we found ourselves in the same predicament we face almost every other weekend: we were buzzed, bored, and unsure of where we wanted to go. 

After 30 minutes of pure indecisiveness, we finally came to the conclusion that our best option was indeed our only option... 

Senor Frogs: our go-to spot -- a place where we were regulars (nothing to be proud of).

We strolled up at midnight, embarrassingly said hello to the staff ("heeyy, how's the family?"), then made a quick lap around the bar before hitting the dance floor. 

In no time at all, I spot this flawless white chick with tattoos, dancing with her hot Latina friend. 

I stood back to ‘observe’ my target for a bit. During this time, I witnessed THREE dudes step up to her “plate” -- only to strike out within a matter of seconds. I assumed she was stuck-up, and immediately started talking myself out of approaching her, thinking... “what’s the point of even trying?” 

Mentally, I was CONVINCED she was gonna shoot me down… but lesson learned: 

Never psych yourself out like that... because if you do, you WILL go home and masterbate. Guaranteed. 

The Pickup


I decided to grow some balls and make my way over to the hot tattooed chick, regardless of my FOBSD (Fear Of Being Shut Down). 

I start walking up to her. Within seconds, we make eye contact. She quickly tells me, "you're gorgeous!" 

…. but then walks away, and leaves the club. 

FUCK… 

I stood there scratching my head, but didn’t have time to waste -- 2am was rapidly approaching. 

And after many failed attempts to pickup any girl -- even hoodrats (hey, “you gotta keep trying,” right?) -- the ‘last call’ announcement came. Lights began to flicker on. The DJ urged everyone to go the fuck home. It was officially closing time. 

Feeling defeated and hungry, we decided to hang up our festive balloon animal hats (literally we were wearing balloon animals on our head) and call it a night. 

I came to terms with spending the rest of the evening watching Pornhub and whacking off as the club began to empty out. 

But my luck changed suddenly, when SHE reappeared... 

The Flawless Tattooed Chick. 

She and her friend were being smothered by random dudes who were desperately hitting on whatever they passed on their way out of the bar. The girls didn’t look all that interested. 

I knew that THIS was my chance: it was do or die. 

I swallowed my insecurities, walked up behind her, and placed the very same balloon hat I was about to hang up for the night on top of her head. She turned around…smiled. And gave me the ‘sex face.’ 

Just like that.... I was IN.


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The hat that made it all happen...(RIP)


My friends and I escorted the two ladies out of the building. She told me her name, Zoey, and then went on to proudly disclose her occupation: 

"I’m a stripper..."


When she told me this, I did what any other guy would do: stuck my tongue down her throat. 

And after a steamy public display of affection, Zoey invited me back to her hotel -- apparently she was leaving back home to Hawaii early the next morning. 

Is it really this easy….? 

I thought to myself. Turns out that yes… it was. 

We ventured back to the hotel, and hit up a Walgreens on the way to buy condoms. 

Talk about DTF confirmation… 

Once we were In the room, Zoey had NO problem telling me about her occupation. She was proud. She thought it was awesome. She even informed me of her typical ‘costs’ (while wearing practically nothing) -- which was $30 just for a lap dance. 

And that’s when it dawned on me… 

Imagine if I DIDN’T hit on her tonight…? 

I wouldn’t have been in a hotel room, about to have sex with a super hot, half-naked stripper. Instead, I would’ve been at home fapping it to some girl that looked like her on Pornhub. 

I won’t share the nitty gritty details. But I will tell you this: 

That night, I did indeed bang a smokin’ hot stripper.


We did every position imaginable…riding, missionary, doggie, etc... 

She finished, I finished, and we both happily went in for seconds. 

Once the session was over, we threw our clothes back on, I gathered my belongings, and she walked me down to the lobby. I'll never forget what she said to me as I kissed her goodbye: 

"I came out tonight looking for dick, and I got it." 

Lol. We parted ways. No strings attached… just the way I liked it. 

That night was a crowning achievement that forever remains in my spankbank. But I am by no means a casanova, playboy, or pickup artist. The only thing I did to get a hot girl that night is actually something YOU have the power to do, too: 

Put yourself out there.


Just approach -- that's it. Stop hiding behind false insecurities. Just do it. Even if some hot girl shoots you down, who cares? REMEMBER, the worst thing she could do is say “NO.” 

But the best thing that could happen...? 

She says ‘yes’... and ends up giving you a free hotel room, a night filled with the best sex you’ve ever had, and has ZERO expectations the next morning. 

But you’ll never get that unless you approach. Simple as that. 

Stop aspiring, start doing! 
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