I was looking through my phone one day bored as hell and picked this girl I met last month to grab lunch. From what I remember she was beautiful but my friend said don't fuck with her she is materialistic with the worst personality. I didn't care, I'll try it out.
As we ate I got a general idea of her. She has no idea what to do in life, very dependent, and yes materialistic. But not THAT materialistic that my friend made it out to be. The dinner concluded we said good byes and I honestly had a good time.
I thought to myself how far I can take this...? I texted her again to come drink after work almost an instantaneous yes. Which was very odd so we went. Got in, asked her what would you like to drink? "Macallan 18" I smirked because that is a fucking hell no. The owner came and greeted me and gave me a free bottle of my favorite scotch. As we're nearing half the bottle, I realize this is not a good girl.
Got into more personal topics, she starts of course talking about her ex. How he always gave her money, bought her bags, and was so caring. I played along uh huh uh huh uh huh. What she didn't know is I know her ex because the girl hes seeing had a thing with me. On top of that she came over to my house a week ago.
Tired of hearing about her ex, i brought up an idea to go in the room and sing karaoke. the bottle is about 75% gone by now between the two of us. I thought to myself I wont hesitate anymore because I fucked up so bad on the last girl I was dating. I went in for the kiss, of course she moved away. I went again and she kissed me back. After 30 min of eating each other faces she got hungry and ordered food. She started cutting up everything and feeding me. HUGE turn on.
Her girlfriends were in the vicinity and she started introducing me to them and then laid back in my arms. I guess i made a little name for myself, when these youngstas already knew who i am.
She got real sleepy I asked her to come over, but she replied she had school early the next day. Good! or that would've been way too easy.
Few days go by, I invited her for wine at my work. She said her birthday was coming up and really wanted a cake from Jean Philippe but last year her ex couldn't get it. I laughed and said which one you want send me a picture. She was in disbelief theres no way its in 3 days. I said i'm considered an executive here i'll make it happen. The way she smiled and said okay... made me feel good
Of course I got her a custom $300 cake. I just did it to hint how much power I really have and I didn't spend a dime. Told her it was ready for pick-up after 6pm. As she was on the way I said I can bring it
....did i fucking fall asleep after writing this? fuck this hoe.