A stylish way in
I knew Rebecca wasn’t like any other girl I had ever met before. I ran into her at a few business-related events, and she was always dressed with effortless elegance. She seems so exquisite; I was almost frightened to talk to her, as I feared it would shatter my illusion of what she was.
I guess that’s why they invented alcohol, as after a few glasses of champagne, one is almost always ready to do anything.
“This is a good place for a classy woman like you to be hanging out in,” I said, expecting a good response, but instead I got was a flat-out rejection.
“Sorry, come back to me when you’re a little more sober,” she said to me.
“I’m not that drunk, come on, at least let’s have a conversation.”
“I’m over this already. Come back another time.”
I knew a woman like that wasn’t going to be very easy. Most of the girls I have been with put out on a first date or even the first meeting. I’d wine and dine then and then 69 them and put my cock in their pussies. It was normally unprotected sex, as they thought that I should be given the ultimate treat for even approaching them in the first place.
None of them, however, were as attractive as Rebecca was. I’d seen her in short skirts, catching glimpses of the…
