She Knows What’s Going To Go Down
One of our former alumni really took the program seriously and changed his whole social life. He is now one of the most recognized promoters in the city and he went to huge lengths to make sure we got VIP treatment everywhere we went. That put the icing on the cake for the weekend and made my Saturday night incredible. Especially when it comes to HBAgent and her little turquoise dress. Anyway, here’s my story:
It’s Saturday night and the weather is perfect in San Diego. We’ve just finished the classroom portion of the boot camp and are all decked out to do the in-field section on the roof of The W Hotel, where an alumnus has gotten us hooked up with a cabana and the party is jumpin’.
We get there and are ushered in immediately. They show us the downstairs bar and the second floor lounge, and we continue outside up a large, elegant stairway lined with velvet curtains, opening up to the outside.
The roof is covered in sand like it’s a beach party and there are couches and tables littered all around. There is a bar at either side of the concourse and, just as you turn out of the stairway, a model is lying in bikini getting a tattoo from a burly man in a leather skullcap, with velvet ropes surrounding them.
The VIP host says hello and seats us. We’re in one of the cabanas next to the DJ and it’s entirely made of white leather and white linen. Kevin Feng and I sit down and give our guys their last pep-talk and they dash out into the crowd with instructions to bring their target
s back to home base so they can more comfortably talk to them.
This is going to be a glorious night.
To be honest with you, everything happened a lot quicker in this first set than it normally does in cold-approach sets. One of the first sets that a student brought back to the table and asked me to wing him on was a 3-Set, which included HBAgent. It was my “birthday” that night, so HBAgent smiled at me and I patted the seat beside me, silently and very dominantly commanding her to sit next to me. She did.
I went right from A to B. Because I was introduced, I didn’t have to use an opinion opener or go direct. I simply had to receive the gesture. You can see how powerful this is !
We talked as my student worked on his target (the third girl being occupied by another student) and I basically just answered her questions. My passive value in this situation (sitting at the head of a costly cabana on the roof of The W with people constantly approaching me, wishing me happy birthday, and giving me high fives) was so high that she was becoming more and more attracted to me as time went on. She asked question after question and I gave her aloof and casual answers.
At one point, she gave me a slight shit-test by playing hard-to-get and saying that I shouldn’t be so confident because “you never know what the other person is thinking.”
Just as confidently, I responded that I knew exactly what she was thinking and, when she asked what it was, I leaned into her ear and started telling her about all the very graphic and sexual things she was thinking about my mouth doing under her dress.
She was astounded and completely flustered by how much I had turned her on by whispering to her, but she regained composure enough to tell me that she wasn’t thinking about that. I countered by looking directly into her eyes and saying, “… but now you are” with a sly grin. She flushed a deep crimson.
I went straight from B into D. This is a great demonstration of the principle of Fractionating. This is the idea that we can go into a later stage more effectively by re-gaming (essentially, two steps forward, one step back). This allows us to have a “just the tip” effect, which makes them want it more and more as time passes. We went back from D into C, having earned a bit of affection with my confidence and sexuality and then trust when I laid off the gas.
The night continued on like that for some time and I bounced her around, taking her on my arm and strutting her around to meet people. We’d go off to find my “friends” and encourage them to meet other people (i.e. I found the students and, after talking in code for a bit, sent them off into sets with new instructions). She never once batted an eye whenever I’d meet Maximus and tell him to “open indirectly, DHV, then spike BT and DHV again.” He’d nod and go off into the neighboring 2-set and we’d move on.
I’d continue to dip into D by being brutally sexual with her, whispering into her ear and nibbling her earlobe and neck once in a while.
At about 1:30 AM, Kevin and I (having both arranged entertainment for ourselves) agreed with the students that we would debrief the next morning, leaving them to their own devices that night. Our promoter friend had told me about an afterparty, and I could see HBAgent talking to her roommate quietly in the corner about what was going on. Roommate was Sober Sally and Debbie Downer all put together, so I knew I had to keep her occupied.
Luckily, she was cute, so I approached the guy who was throwing the afterparty in his room in The W and told him I had an offering for him, and that I wanted to work something out for him to take care of the roommate. He was super cool and told me that he could make anything work.
Now that I’d gotten my logistics all straightened out (the place, the time, the people), I approached the two girls and said, “Hey, who wants to go to an afterparty ?” They, of course, had already discussed this and had an answer ready for me. However, it was not at all what I expected: the roommate was going home to bed and I was to take very good care of HBAgent. Wow. That was easy.
I did something that I always recommend doing when it comes to roommates: I gave her my phone number and said, “Here, take this just in case her phone dies. That way, you can get in touch with me and find out where we are.” Her eyes lit up and she literally pushed HBAgent towards me. Preemptive measures like that save the day.
The music dies and the lights come on. Myself and the other party goers travel downstairs to the room and get our hang-out on. We socialize for the most part, but everyone is in their own little world and when the lights go out so AFC1 can show the room his little battery-powered disco ball, we’re making out and my hand is up her skirt. I’m doing this in a covert way, so the whole room can’t see, but we’re still being very risqué, and I whisper this into her ear as I do it.
Though we are bouncing from D to B to D to B, we are really in E. She knows what’s going to go down, I know what’s going to go down, and we’re really just biding our time.
This is turning her on incredibly and things are getting as hot and heavy as they can in a crowded hotel room, but the bang on the door from hotel security puts a stop to it and we’re all booted from the room.
She’s aroused and I know she’s aroused. This is a powerful weapon, but it will soon fade and I know I must take advantage of the situation as quickly as possible.
Party #2 is broken up, so we hop into the promoter’s car to fly out to Pacific Beach for another party there. Unfortunately, we have to stop at some apartment to pick up a friend. HBAgent and I elect to stay in the car and, as soon as the coast is clear, I jump into the back seat and there are a flurry of mouths and tongues and hands and fingers and swallowing. After about 20 minutes, I am … ahem … particularly relieved and we continue waiting.
That was F if you didn’t get it (it was actually BJ, but that’s not a step).
We wait and wait and wait and my friend is texting me, telling me his friend is on the phone with his girlfriend crying. Girls.
To make a long story short, HBAgent falls asleep in my lap while we wait (for an excruciatingly long time), friend of friend never ends up coming down and we head off to party #3 at 4 in the morning. We get there and it’s bunk, so we all head back to the place where I’m staying.
HBAgent and I get in bed together and, as is the nature of arriving home so late and already being … satisfied ... we just went to sleep. It was a fairly unromantic ending to a pretty exciting evening. In the morning, I gave her some cash and put her in a cab home, sending her with my regards to her roommate.
All in all it was a fun night with a lot of cool people and generally just baller activity. I was dominant and high-value, always having somewhere to go and some cool people to meet, which made her particularly attracted to me and, in some cases, even turned her on. I kept sexual tension and arousal always close by and utilized it when the time was right. I hooked up in the back of the car with a cute little California Brunette, but also exercised control when she told me she wanted to go to sleep. I also paid close attention to her feelings as well as the feelings of her roommate and their friends. This is why she texted me the next day telling me to add her on Facebook and to be sure to call her the next time she came down.
…and if you know anything about my texting skills, you’ll know what happened next.
Things I did right: kept her BT up all night, being uber-sexual and getting her dripping wet so that when we were finally alone, things fell into place. I also social proofed the hell out of myself by talking to a ton of people and introducing everyone around. She was literally astounded at how many people we knew (i.e. the students and the girls they happened to be talking with).
Things I could’ve done better: too many after parties ! We went from party to party to party and it was overkill. I could’ve closed her right after the bar closed (hah), but I didn’t have a car or the $300 to shell out for a room at The W. My bad.
Either way, she was a nice girl and I’m never upset to receive oral sex in any way.
s ! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity to learn from the Top Female Pick Up Trainer and the Top Asian Pick Up Artist in the world at the same event !
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