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I managed to befriend the group enough to weasel my way to an afterparty of sorts at another bar, though once outside on the street there was a moment where me and my friend were pretty much ditched. I can move somewhere else if that’s what you want.” She rolled her eyes while I remained seated.

She turned her back to settle some silly drama with her friends and didn’t look back to see if I was still there. There definitely was not a “Come on Roosh let’s go” green light from the girl, but I’ve long since learned that it’s my job to create the bang even when she’s doing everything to make it seem like it’s not going to happen. She asked if I thought I was going to get laid and why I didn’t just immediately leave. For 15 minutes she only chatted with her two friends, who I overheard talking about wanting to go home.

This book, too, features a dead boy—or at least the fantasy of one.

The title men are denizens of a Web chat site that reviews the performance of hustlers such as Brad, a blond who looks like an angelic teen but is probably older, and who may or may not have been killed, or snuffed, by a john. Brad's passivity drives a certain type of dominant to distraction, and Brad gets rave after rave review, rendered by Cooper with deadpan perfection.

He's as immaculate as ever in a freshly-pressed pinstripe suit. I blush and try to hide my embarrassment with a quick, "Good afternoon, Mr.

Monroe," he says before addressing me in a somewhat clipped tone.

My girl was very unappreciative of the drink, but I made it seem like I didn’t care if she wanted it or not, that I’m having a good time with my friend and felt like continuing the night with more alcohol.

"And then he continued eating me out with the gusto of a starving man." I snort at Sarah's choice of words, shaking my head at her brazenness.

It's the Monday afternoon coffee break at work and, as usual, Sarah the resident slut, tells everybody, whether they want to hear it or not, about her weekend adventures. Some of us just want to drink our coffee, not hear about your latest catch," I say trying to get her to take the dirty talk down a notch.

I approached her and we talked for a while until I invited her to join me and my friend.

She came to chat with us and things were going great, but when the bar closed her friends wanted to pull her away from me.

Four of her friends dropped out, leaving her, another girl, and a guy. We arrived at the bar and she didn’t seem at all excited to see me. I responded coolly, saying that I didn’t want to have sex with her and that I was just having a drink with my buddy while trying to make new friends. My next move may be a surprise: I bought everyone a round, including my girl, who basically just told me to fuck off.

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