I had just moved to a new country and a new city. So, I went to one of three Anglophone-owned bars.
I’m 6’6, 205lbs, and a former collegiate rower. At the risk of sounding cocky, my “look” does well in Asia. I reveled in being the center of attention in a place full of horny expats and horny locals who wanted to get free English lessons and see if the big-dick rumours are true.
I spend the night chatting with a few different girls. Most of them are either wannabe-travel-insta-girls or locals. I’m not interested, so I just walk around buying beers for my co-workers and burning time.
Until she walked in: 5’9. Red hair. Harem pants that showed off her wide hips and snatched waist. Her smile was beautiful and devious I could not. stop. staring.
I sat next to her and her friend at the bar.
“So, YOU’RE the new boy?” “That’s me.” “I’m Lindsey, and I’m taking you home tonight” she grinned “If you play your cards right”