Firing back at hired guns. Lingerie party!

Last Wednesday, my friend and I went to downtown Orlando to go to Chiller’s (one dollar drinks all night? Yes please). On the walk there, I opened a set of two HB9s wearing very little clothing underneath black coats. After a lot of “I don’t care” conversation, they invited us to a party at a club. We told them that we would check it out later and continued to walk to Chiller’s.
We arrived at chillers and found a lot of HBs huddled up into little packs. I got my drink and sat down. I spotted a blonde HB8 with a brunette HB7 standing there about 20ft away. I yelled at them,
Me: Hey! Come here!
HBs: No
Me: I said come here, it’ll take a second and then you guys can run away
They came over to the table and I asked them what they thought of outright and abrupt confidence. The blonde said that she liked it and the other girl agreed. This conversation got boring very quickly so I told them to go away and give me 5 minutes of freedom away from them, then they can reapply to come back to the table (we didn’t let them sit the entire conversation btw.) I showed my friends how to open a few more sets and then realized a huge problem at Chillers that night. It must have been South American night, because no one seemed to speak English outside of those two girls. I am not nearly good enough to immediately pick up and new language and start spewing game with it so me friend and I left.


The fun part:


We showed up to the club that the party was supposed to take place at and what do you know…. It was a lingerie party and those two girls I talked to earlier? Models. Girls ran around in panties and I was pumped. Everyone would be mine. I found the set that invited us and stood in the proximity but pretended not to notice them, they instantly saw me and ran up to give me a hug. They introduced me to some of their friends and we all hung out for a while. Reminder: I have not ran any canned material all night.
They were about to leave and one of them suggested we come with them to grab some food (they fasted all day for the event.) We went next door for some pizza and hung out (still no canned material.)


HB9: You are really cute.


Me: Stop it, you are making me wet.



They laughed and we kept talking about me. Afterwards they had to go back to the hotel and wrote down their numbers (I got 2 out of the 4 there). I WAS going to try and get back with them but the body guard did a great job escorting them away from us.
We went back to the club and I found that the female density was not the great now and that the South Americans invade this club as well. That’s when I met my dream girl. She was the best looking girl I’ve seen all night, blonde, long legs, great smile, and talked sh1t to guys all night. Any guy that tried to hit on her she told them to shut up and go get a make-over then come back. Guys tried, she shot them all down. The embodiment of confidence… I let my friend order us drinks to open the set and for some reason she bought us drinks. I think my friend did a pretty good job. I waited to finish out beers then ordered another one, something odd happened. I went on autopilot (still nothing canned) and just kept talking and talking and she couldn’t stop smiling. I told her she was confident and that was her best trait because I personally like my breasts better than hers. Her hair was too silky it needed to be made into a tie. Her smile was so pretty that it made my d1ck look big. Line after line flowed out of my mouth. At the end of the night, I asked for the check. What I got was her number. Kelli. For the first time in a long time I was excited to get a number.



Bad news.


Somewhere between that club and walking back to the car and smoking a thousand cigarettes, I dropped all of the numbers out of my pocket. Needless to say, I am pissed…

The End

Aw man, that sucks. Maybe the numbers fell out of your pocket in your car?