Coat Check Pussy
We called it an early night tonight, Ive number closed a hot girl already. My wingman and I are at coat check. I hear him open the 2 sett behind me with the Bachelor Party opener. I hear one of the girls answer.
Her: Im a stripper
Me: (I turn around) Youre not a stripper. (I turn back to the coat check counter)
Her: (says to her friend) You don’t need big tits to be a stripper
Me: (Over my shoulder) I used to date one, you aren’t the type. (I turn back around)
Her: ( Moves beside me) What’s with this coat check bitch, taking her time. Watch this ill get her attention. (She says to the coat check girl) Hey, what the fuck are you doing?
Me: You know, you have a good girl face, but every know and then you make a bad girl mannerism.
Her: (smiles) Is that good?
Me: I think its cute, but that can only get you so far
Her: (Smile)
This girl was fucking smoking hot, la 10, her tits were sweet also.
Her: (Talks to her friend and stares at me and holds eye contact then looks down “mating call” then brushes her hair over her shoulder)
Im about to talk and then I knocked a glass off the counter and at the same time the coat check girl grabs my ticket. Im standing there in fuckup land knowing all I have to say is ANYTHING, I wait, get my coat, walk away and put it on. I look over and make eye contact with her again, were both smiling, she holds it for maybe 10 seconds then looks down.
Then I left.
I AM SERIOUSLY ASHAMED AND DISGUSTED WITH MYSELF RIGHT NOW!!!!
I have many successes and study and sarge my ass off. I mean study 8 hours a day and sarge 6 nights a week. And this is what just happened to me. I wish I was back in that situation right now cause she would have been mine.
I’d love to hear opinions and comments and also some coat check game would be sweet too.
Happy Sarging
Derail Lair

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