He walked in the club like Mick Jagger, every stride exuding swagger. Despite the waiting list and the long line up in front of the club, Jake simply walked up to the bouncer and greeted him in the usual way: a handshake with a quick transition to a “bro-hug”. To the uninitiated, it was a simple greet. Upon closer inspection, Jake slipped the bouncer a hundred dollar bill.
The club was packed with young, beautiful, and successful twenty somethings eager to make regrettable life choices. Jake headed to bar, passing by hordes of bodies grinding and twerking and twitching to the house beats. The bar was a mess, crowded by people trying to get drinks; albeit, it was mostly all men trying to get a girl drunk enough to fuck them. The irony of their situations was the girl was already fucking them over by getting these morons to pay for overpriced drinks. He caught the bartender’s eye and the bartender simply gave him a nod. Jake took the time to take inventory.
The girls came in all shapes and sizes, each body type (and variations) were symbols that required deciphering. There were the skinny chicks in skimpy clothes. These girls meant the sexy kind of eating disorders and the best kind of issues, daddy issues. They also screamed out “easy”. There were the thick girls with a lot to love. They were low maintenance with low self-esteem. There were a lot Christian girls, easily spotted with relatively modest clothing. They mostly danced together in groups and looked as if they spent half their lives with their asses stuck on church pews. There were quite a few gym bunnies, flaunting booties sculpted with a hundred squats every day and showing off their toned abs achieved with a hundred sit ups every day. These girls were the type to post selfies after their daily 10k run. While the gym bunnies had the hottest bodies, they were also the most high maintenance. What Jake was looking for were the girls that were down to fuck, even when they didn’t know it yet.
The bartender tapped him on the shoulder and gave him his drink. Jake slipped the bartender a hundred dollar bill. The drink was on his tab, the bill was a tip.
The first tenet of the pick up game: Tip big. Tipping big made connections, connections make impressions and first impressions are everything. It didn’t matter if a guy was broke as fuck. All that mattered was that the girl thought he had money. It didn’t matter since all the guy needs is one magical night. They wouldn’t see each other ever again, after all.
Jake finished his drink, nothing fancy but with enough alcohol content to get him warmed up, and started making his rounds.
The second tenet of the pick up game: Location is everything. In romantic movies, the characters just seem to be in the right places at the right time. Real life needs a little bit more planning to get the timing right. Being at the right place was half the equation. The law of averages supplied enough opportunities for the timing to be just right.
The bar was Riley’s favourite location. It gave her a good vantage point of the entrance of the club so she could see new players coming in and there were plenty of guys willing to buy her expensive watered down drinks in the vain hope of getting her name, number, or even a chance to have sex with her.
She saw him walk in the club and make a beeline to the bar. She watched him as he scanned the club. It entertained her, watching another player working the pick up game. She liked the way he sipped on his drink, cool and concentrated. The way he casually slipped a bill to the VIP lounge bouncer was smooth and subtle. She knew exactly what he was looking for. After all, it was thing she was after. She followed him, ditching the guy that’s been trying to chat her up for the last twenty minutes.
She walked up to the bouncer and flirted a little bit. A lip bite here, some cleavage there, and a hundred dollar bill later and she found herself in the VIP list. It was quieter in the VIP lounge and less people. She saw him trying to work up a girl. She was cute. Brunette, petite, busty, and didn’t dress like a skank. He seemed charming enough from what Riley could see. His smile was quite disarming. Especially when he stared right into Ms. Busty Brunette’s eyes. He was mesmerizing and she was quite mesmerized. He whispered in her ears and Riley saw her blush. She bit her lower lip and got up and walked away. There was a group of guys nearby snickering at the failed pick up attempt. Riley knew better. The brunette bought every single fucking word the guy said. She walked away thinking that he would follow her. Riley was a bit frustrated. The guy looked pro, but she didn’t think he’d work so fast. To her surprise, however, he didn’t follow her. Maybe he wasn’t as good as she thought he was. He caught Riley looking his way. Riley gestured him to come over.
“No luck?” Riley teased him.
“Tramp stamp,” he said.
“Excuse me?”
“Ha, I meant, she had a tattoo right above her ass. Not exactly my type,” he said.
Riley smiled. “Weren’t you just trying to pick up a girl you barely just met to have sex with? A tramp stamp seems like something you’d look for.”
“Not exactly. Sex isn’t just a physical experience. Most hook ups end in regret and a medical check up for herpes. I’m looking for something a bit more substantial,” he said. His voice was purposefully soft, forcing all her attention to listen to him. The move was classic, but Riley had a couple of those moves. She leaned into his ear.
“Well, what are you looking for?” she asked.
Her smell intoxicated Jake. She was a busty red head, slim, and smelled like vanilla. She didn’t exactly pace herself. He smiled. It wasn’t everyday somebody else pulled out the moves on him. It flattered him and inflated his already over inflated ego.
“Someone like you.”
The third tenet of the pick up game: Fuck it. Sometimes, a player busts their ass for a piece of ass that just doesn’t pan out. Fuck it. Sometimes, the game serves up perfection in a silver platter. Fuck it.
Riley had her tongue down his throat before they knew each other’s names. They were making out the whole taxi ride to his place. It wasn’t after he threw her on the bed before they had any proper introductions.
“So, what name am I going to scream all night?” she asked as he took off his shirt. He worked out. This was going to be fun.
“My name is Jake. And yours?” asked Jake as he slipped his hands under her dress to get her panties off.
“Riley” she moaned as Jake hiked up her dress to get to her pussy. Jake held down her hips as he swirled his tongue in her pussy. This was going to be really fun.
Jake swirled his tongue inside Riley’s warm pussy. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue and sucked on it ever so gently. He ran his tongue flat against the slit of her cunt and shoved the length of his tongue inside her pussy. Riley moaned and pushed her pussy into his face. She was dripping wet after he had to resurface from muff diving for some air.
“Take off your pants,” Riley told him as she slipped off her dress. She got on her knees and started jerking Jake’s cock. He was already at full mast and his cock was throbbing. She slowly ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip of the head before taking in all of his ten inches in her mouth. She gagged a little.
Jake ran his fingers through Riley’s long red hair. He let out a moan as Riley swirled her soft tongue on the tip of his cock. She looked up at him with her olive green eyes and kept her gaze as she sucked his cock. She licked her luscious red lips as she slowly pumped his wet cock.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. She was half begging and half commanding.
Jake threw her on top of the bed and sucked on her tits. He ran his finger along the slit of her pussy as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. He stuck his finger inside her warm, wet pussy. She ran her hands through his hair and pulled it hard. She moaned.
“Fuck me!”
Jake smiled. She was all commanding now. He slid his cock inside her pussy. He fit in her like her pussy was glass slipper. She wrapped her legs around him as he started to thrust into her. Riley bucked her hips to collide with him at each thrust. Jake held onto her as he picked up his pace. Riley was screaming and groaning and moaning as she arched her back and played with her clit. It was all Jake could do to not bust a nut.
Riley sat up and kissed Jake, sucking on his tongue. Jake let out a moan.
“Mhmm, don’t cum yet. Here, let me get on top.” Riley moaned.
Jake pulled out and laid on his back as Riley got on top of him. Riley moved her hips slowly. She grabbed Jake’s hands and placed them on her large breasts. He pinched her nipples and rolled them between her fingertips. She moaned softly. She could feel her orgasm building. Her breathing was getting shallow and her hips bucked on their own. She ran her hands through her hair and Jake saw her eyelids flicker. She kissed him, letting her hair fall on his face. It was her shampoo that smelled like vanilla. She moaned as she came. Jake could feel her body quiver against his. Quietly, she got off him and sucked his dick clean of her pussy juices. She turned around and presented her ass in front of him. She turned around and looked at him, her face down on the sheets.
“You can cum inside me, if you want,” she said.
Jake slipped his dick inside her again, doggy style. Riley tightened her pussy against his cock, feeling every inch of Jake. Jake grabbed her ass and stuck a finger in her asshole. Riley gave a surprised grunt, but didn’t complain. Jake picked up his pace as he got closer to cumming. He shot his entire load inside Riley wet pussy. He pulled out and Riley sucked him clean again. They fell asleep together in an embrace, with a shock of Riley’s vanilla scented red hair in Jake’s face.
The next day, Jake woke up and Riley was gone. He stared at his ceiling for the most part of the morning, replaying the night in his head. It was one hell of a night. Was that all that mattered? He would never see her again, after all. He stayed in bed until the scent of vanilla faded away. Riley quietly hummed to herself as she made herself some late brunch back at her apartment. It was one hell of a night. That was all that mattered. She would never see him again, but there were others like him. After all there’s the fourth tenet of the pick up game.
Always leave them wanting for more.
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