Laura Jean is girl-next-door pretty with an athletic build. She's no beauty queen so when I paid attention to her she was thrilled, even though I am quite a bit older than her, I'm a handsome guy and physically fit and when I asked her how old she thought I was, she guessed no more than 30-35. I am actually 47, so I lied and said I was 35. But even 35 is old to a girl just past her 23rd birthday.
Girls like Laura always fall for bad boys like me. I don't know why. When nice wimpy guys show interest in them, they keep them as friends. But the only men who arouse real passion in girls like her are men who act cool, confident, and funny. So that's what I do. I admit I am a bit on the domineering side, maybe even arrogant. (I've been called that many times). I honestly don't know why they put up with me, but they do. They not only put up, they put out. They don't always look like movie stars, but I have always been attracted to the young girl-next-door-types. A lot of them fall for guys like me and I don't question it. Maybe I'm a challenge to them. For me, it's all about conquests and easy sex. Hey, if they're so willing to give it, why should I turn it down?
Laura was a student/part time waitress who waited on me one evening in a restaurant downtown. I sized her up right away. I could tell by the way she looked at me she was an easy target. Picking the low hanging fruit. She's young and has a bubbly personality and she likes to please other people. To test how "pliable" she was. I ran her ragged.
"Bring me some steak sauce."
"Get me some more water."
"Bring me another napkin."
"Take this back it's too rare, and bring me some more bread. Hurry up."
I never said please, but she always apologized and did what I told her every time without any dirty looks or backtalk. Oh yeah, this girl was definitely fuckable.
I left her a nice tip and slipped my business card in with the charge card slip. On the back I wrote "Call me tonight when you get off work." I figured, if she called me, I would score. If she didn't, what the hell. Nothing ventured, nothing fucked.
I almost forgot about her after ogling another much hotter babe at the Pine Grove Bar. But that girl had a ring on her finger and gave me attitude and dirty looks. I figured my usual "charm" wasn't going to work with her.
My cell phone rang.
"Hi, this is Laura from the restaurant."
"Meet me at the Pine Grove bar in 10 minutes." Then I hit the end call button. If she showed up, I knew I was in for an easy lay and probably a couple of blowjobs at the minimum.
I didn't want her to think I was already there waiting for her, so I went out to my car and waited for her to walk in. I waited a few more minutes to keep her guessing and make her worry I might not show up. Then I strolled in and told her to get us a couple of drinks, while I grabbed a booth in the back. She ordered and paid for the drinks and brought them to me as if she was still waitressing. I wasn't being mean, just establishing who was boss.
She asked about me and I gave her a bio that was about 50% true. I pretended I was a lot richer than I am, and higher in the corporate structure, and she bought it. I learned a long time ago not to ask girls much about themselves. Being a good listener is for those other wimpy guys she calls "friends." Whenever she turned the conversation around to herself, it was downright boring so I changed the subject. A few times, I let her ramble on, so I could eyeball her chest. I was pretty sure I could make out two very slight bumps in the front of her uniform where I was sure her nipples were hiding. I know she caught me ogling her a few times, but she didn't say anything. So I started staring right at them openly.
She saw me gawking and asked, "Like what you see?" with a touch of sarcasm.
Ah, the girl had some spunk after all. I like them a little feisty. If she gives ME spunk, I'll let her taste some of my spunk later.
"They're kinda small, but I like 'em -- I like tits any shape or size."
She obviously didn't know what to say or how to take it. She didn't get upset, so I figured it was time to make my move.