Not this hot, but I got bored googling.

I don’t usually write up night game lays as there’s normally not much game involved, I’m usually pretty drunk and the quality of the girls I pull at night time is significantly lower than what I get from daygame. This story is different…

It was Friday at around 5:30pm as I departed the office without much planned for the weekend. I declined invitations from colleagues to go for beers in the sun and instead opted to join an old friend from my hometown who has been living in Melbourne for the last 8 years.

This friend, let’s call him Steve, is someone I used to get on really well with at school but we drifted our separate ways as the years have passed. He’s a salesman and has what us gamers would call “natural game”, he’s funny, jacked, always has a hot girlfriend (he’s currently dating a Lebanese 8) and has no idea about game, in other words, he’s a wanker. I frequently call him this. I went out for drinks with him a few weeks back and he did a stellar job of winging me as I gamed a 5 and he laughed his head off as I left him at the bar to go back to her place. Not one of my proudest moments as a man of game.

I met up with Steve at around 6pm and we went to a rooftop bar and drank a few beers as I filled him in on the debauchery I got up to on a recent trip to Bali [1] . We bumped into a couple of his male ex-colleagues and I got to know them quite well. They started telling me stories about their love lives and I felt genuinely sorry for them, despite being funny, good looking guys, they reeked of pussy repellent.

After an hour or so Steve’s friends departed and Steve told me he had to go to a friends birthday party in another part of town. It was now around 8pm and I told Steve that I would just go home and have an early night. He told me to come with him and I wasn’t keen at all. Then he said;

Roy, my friend is gay, all his friends are girls and they’re all pretty hot


We jumped on a train to the other side of town and went to a fairly upmarket bar/club. As we arrived Steve greeted the birthday boy as well as lots and lots of girls, he wasn’t lying. Steve introduced me to them all and as I went to the bar to get us both a drink he leaned into me and said;

Roy, the blondie in the black heels is single and I think she likes you

I know Steve, she’s been IOIing me since we got here


Never mind

I proceeded to talk to the blondie as Steve held court with the rest of the group, this must be what they call social circle game. The blondie was nice, a solid 7 but I found her a little boring. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and I stood there alone leaning against a wall opposite the bar. I noticed a black girl and a cute little Indian looking girl standing at the bar laughing quite loudly. The short Indian looked in my direction and I had no hesitation in walking straight over to the pair of them and announcing;

Excuse me young ladies, I’m a member of the fun police and you girls look like you’re having waaaaay too much fun!

oooooh hahahaha we’re sorry

The cheesy old school lines still have their place in a players repertoire. I was in and both girls seemed to like me. I found out fairly quickly that the Indian looking girl, let’s call her Kerry, was single and the black girl had a boyfriend. This was perfect as Kerry was my target.

The black girl excused herself to go to the toilet and I was alone with Kerry, we laughed and giggled as the blondie stood across the bar in a huddle with her friends glancing over every now and then wondering what was going on.

Why do those girls keep looking over?

Ah, they’re just my friends colleagues, he knows everyone in this bar it seems, I thought you were one of them.

No, I don’t know anyone here except my friend that went to the toilet.

I don’t remember much of what I prattled on about but the vibe was electric, she looked at me with fuck me eyes for the entire conversation and it didn’t take me long to get a boner. I glanced over Kerry’s shoulder and saw her friend coming back, her friend looked at me, smiled and walked in the other direction to give me and Kerry more time together. Good girl.

I chatted some more with Kerry finding out that she was born in Fiji, was in her late 20’s, a lawyer and had a passion for travelling. In my tipsy state I thought she was an 8 [2]. We shared some travel stories and before long she started to wonder where her friend went. I told her not to worry, maybe she was tired and went home. All of this happened in about 10 minutes from when I opened her, then she announced;

I don’t normally do this, but I want you to come back to my place

Oh, where do you live?

It’s about 10 minutes away in an uber

Let’s go

I ordered us an uber and as we departed I said goodbye to Steve who was now stood with the blondie. He looked at me with a wry smile and said “see you later, dick head.”

As we travelled towards Kerry’s place in the uber my mind wandered to an episode of Black Mirror [3] that I watched recently where a nerdy guy had a dating coach giving him advice in his ear as he opened girls in a bar. He opened a two set and one of the girls looked fucking crazy, a man after my own heart. This girl invited the nerd back to her place and the dating coach thought his work was done. The nerd lay on the bed while the girl poured the drinks. She mounted him on the bed and forced him to down the drink. It killed him. I told her this story and she told me not to worry, she wouldn’t kill me, at least straight away.

Luckily I am still alive to tell the tale and my dalliances with crazy bitches has not killed me, yet.

Kerry had a very nice apartment and was clearly financially comfortable. She poured me a whiskey and I made sure to have a look at the bottle, it was Johnny Walker Blue, didn’t look poisonous. She had a vodka.

We sat on the couch chatting and before long we were kissing and down to our underwear. I tried to fuck her on the couch but she insisted that we go to the bedroom. I threw on a condom and fucked her very hard, this girl liked it rough. Her bed was possibly the comfiest I have ever slept on so I invited myself to stay the night as I gave her the debrief.

I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex with me “as soon as you came over to us, it showed so much confidence, I wish more guys would do it.”

I banged her raw dog a few more times in the morning (I only carry one condom in my wallet) before we went for breakfast. I might actually see this girl again.

We are just over 6 weeks into the new year and I have now collected the Kiwi, Sudanese, Balinese [4] and now Fijian flags. Melbourne may not have the best quality, but at least it has some exotic flags.


[1] I went there to catch up with some friends, but with a couple of days to go I downloaded Tinder. I got lots of matches and the quality was strangely high. I banged two of em’, one of which I paid for and it was worth it. The other one acted as a tour guide for me showing me around the island as I rode shotgun on her scooter. Alpha.

[2] I downgraded her to a 7 when I woke up in the morning.

[3] It’s called White Christmas, I recommend it.

[4] I’m counting the one I didn’t pay for.


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