Friday night finds me with friends at a restaurant on South Beach having a few drinks.  I’m with a trusted wingman I’ll call Bill, and 4 mutual platonic girlfriends.  The girls are all attractive but not overly so by Miami standards.  Two of the girls were friends I was with the previous weekend as well.

Anyway, we are sitting in a group, and there are a couple of older guys including a good friend of the one of the girls.  We are all talking in different mini groups but then one of the older guys started raising his voice and talking over the rest of us.  He was clearly drunk, or on his way there, and he thought it was important to let the group know he was a player.  Of course, being who I am, I thought this would be enjoyable.  He pulls his seat closer to one of the girls and with a giant grin exclaims to the table he has been involved in a threesome recently.  We all stopped talking and kind of just looked up at him.  I’m thinking, ok, what’s he going to follow this with?  When no one uttered a word, he then purported it was a very long story, and then kind of laughed to himself.  Again, deathly silence.   So of course you know I had to say something.  So I go, “Well, mate (he was british), you’ve got the spotlight now, so lets hear it.”   The rest of the group just continued staring at him.  He sullenly dropped his head, and just looked down.  I almost felt sorry for him.  Anyway, we all pretty much ignored him the rest of the night.  When I saw him in the bathroom later, he quickly washed his hands without saying anything to me and left.

At any rate, we as a group decided to hit Club Set in South Beach.  It’s walking distance from the restaurant, and as we made our way past the velvet ropes I could sense a lot of good energy.  Of course, seeing a plethora of hot chicks in the club helps create that kind of vibe.  We split from the girls and with my wingman circle around and end up in the VIP area.  It’s very crowded, and I notice a hot blonde trying to get around me to leave.  I just simply stand there and let her bump into me.  When I turned around, I said “I’m sorry honey, I would have moved but your…..earrings really caught my eye.”  Now fellas, this chick probably had d cups, and a very low cut top.  It wasn’t her earrings that I was talking about.  I delivered this with a big smile, and she picked up on it.  We both laughed.  She said she was on her way to the restroom, but would be back.  I told her not to come back unless she brought me a Grey Goose/Red Bull. 

At that point, I noticed my wing speaking to an exceptionally tanned hottie in a black top and jeans sitting on one of the couches.  I walked over and because of how the crowd shifted, was able to get right next to her.  My wing was now behind me facing her.  He spoke something in my ear, which she saw, and I immediately faced her and introduced myself.  She had green eyes and perfect teeth.  I thought my knees might buckle, but I held my ground and started some cocky funny routines.  I said come to the back bar with me and extended my hand.  She took it and we walked through the crowd together.  As we got to the bar, I squeezed between a couple of girls, and when the bartender saw me he came immediately over.  I suppose that’s a result of tipping him well and constantly joking with him about girls.  At any rate, it demonstrated some value because I was certainly not the next person waiting.  After I order a couple of drinks, I tell her it must be her first time here because if not I would have seduced her long ago.  She laughs.  At this point my wing grabs me and tells me we have a mutual friend who has a table.  I take her hand and we go back to the VIP area and I introduce her to my other buddy and some of his friends. 

I pour her a glass of champagne, grab her hand, and pull her up on a table between the couches to dance. We begin grinding a bit, and become very physical as our bodies touch.  Perfect.  After 15 minutes, the music gets shitty, and we come back down.  At this point I recall that I was suppose to meet another friend at Mynt (another South Beach club) who was with 4 Brazilian girls.  I told “Susan” that we should go to the other club because this one was dying out.  She agreed and we jumped a cab.  Now here is where things get interesting.  I wanted to try and get Susan home, but I also wanted to at least make an appearance at Mynt so I could see these girls.  I also knew that bringing in a hottie like Susan would demonstrate a lot of value to them.  Much more so than simply walking in by myself. 

So we are in the cab, and I could see at this point she was a bit hesitant to go to the other club.  So I say, “Or we could just go to your place.”  To which she responds, “Well, I live with my sister and she has a 6 month old baby.”  I think to myself, that wasn’t exactly a “no.”  So I said, “Ok, let’s go to mine.”  And before she can offer any resistance I say “Cabby, forget Mynt, take me to my car at …..”

Halfway during the drive home she grabs my face and we start making out.  It continues on the elevator ride up…and of course when we enter my apartment it escalates to…well, let’s just say there wasn’t much conversation after that point

It turns out Susan is half Iraqi and half Israeli…the U.N. could learn something from E.I. about international relations…haha

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