I’m getting back my momentum because I’m a free man again. My job as a painter stopped for the winter season so I’m fully emerged in the clubs at night again to be the best coach. I decided to put my momentum to the test on the following Saturday morning so I went for a “not so ethical as usual” session by hunting for pink meat.

When I leave homebase I notice by my indirect bike approach that I transition my conversational topics rapidly and smoothly. I’m feeling good and this day gets promising. When I arrive at the Museumsquare I see two approachable girls that walk around alone with a camera or a map of the city. Instead of approaching them I decide to park my bike first. When I’m parking my bike I see an Asian girl with a cute face walking around slowly. I decide to go for her and I don’t lose her out of my eyesight while I lock my bike.

When I start running towards her I turn my head to see a beautiful African looking girl. The only reason that I approach her instead is because she walks faster and I want to approach them both. So my opener is, “do you have a boyfriend?” She says “no”.

We talk for a while when I just start to walk with her. Babystepping my way into her pants. The key here is to not make it a big deal. I’m witty. I like my vibe. She likes my vibe and starts to test me. I pass them like a lord.
What I like about this girl is that she tells me that she isn’t sure yet that she will go with me to have a drink and we agree that she can decide while walking to my bike. I jokingly say that I feel pressured by her but in fact I don’t. The fact that she tests me is enough for me to know that I shouldn’t worry.

When we arrive to my bike she tells me she wants to walk but after a minute or five we are on the bike and I’m struggling to go up the bridges because she is big. Pretty, but big. She’s from England and has Jamaican roots. Her tests come out of her mouth with an English accent and sound like they come straight out of some infield video from an English daygame coach.

When we arrive on Rembrandtsquare I tell myself to really go with the flow. I propose the cinema, the hotel with the stair house and rooftop but I don’t push for it. Also the kino is going horrible. She doesn’t want me to hold her hand and doesn’t take my arm, not even when I grab hers and put it into mine. This usually is a very bad sign but her tests make up for the damage.
When a girl tests you you know that you will get her if you stay comfortable. It’s a relief. “Do you do this often?” “I’m not coming with you.” “This is all that’s gonna happen.” “You’re bold.”

She even tells me that she isn’t thirsty. So after we take some pictures of the Nightwatch on the square I tell her that I like how this romantic date isn’t gonna cost me as much as previous ones and take her to the bar where I usually take tourists.

I change topics right after and keep frying her brain with words.
This bar is almost my second living room but I always have to be creative to get the girls upstairs.
This girl in particular is sitting down at a high table when I order my cappuccino, she doesn’t have to carry her drink anyway. I take it as a shittest and try to come up with something brilliant but noting comes up.
Then I decide to let go again.
And then it pops up. I tell her; I’d like to sit on a couch, come with me. It was as simple as that.
She answers with okay and grabs her jacket, purse and huge scarf to follow me like a good girl.

I pretend to look for a couch and then I walk up to my hideout. It’s isolated, cozy, dark and there are no other people.

I make sure I don’t sit next to her because this is the time to take a step back. It’s a psychological trick that I play on her. I don’t need to sit in front of her for a long time. I just need to show her that I don’t push too hard. She wants me to succeed so I do my best for her.

It’s all very obvious what’s going on so I stop playing it covertly, as far as I even was doing that. Especially after the compliance I get when she comes sit next to me after I tell her to.

I’m starting to tell her about her angel and devil on her shoulder. Calling them the ‘conscious self’ and ‘the inner goddess’. She laughs at me, testing me again. Making fun of the book where I got it from, ’50 Shades of Grey’ and the fact that I read it.
It all seems to work. Especially after rejecting my first attempt to a makeout it’s all completely open and I’m even telling her that I want her to enjoy this, which is why I will use all my tricks on her. I throw my legs on the coach over hers so my hand can easily reach under her pullover.
She looks at me in awe when I start rubbing her nipple. Her boob feels very soft and big, the skin feels like silk and the nipple is hard. She keeps testing me and tells me to stop. She has no plans on proceeding with this and threatens with walking away. My feeling tells me she is full of shit and I play nonchalant and re position myself so I can reach for her pussy. When I slip my finger in it and she is receiving me. Slightly spreading her legs. I take my finger out and smell it, then I lick the juice off of it while I look her in the eyes. She looks at me with a disgusted face and tells me I’m too much. She tastes very sweet, almost a bit sugary.
I grab her hand and put it on my dick.
Now it’s a most like she changes into something else. Like she was waiting for permission. Almost like it’s her turn now. She’s becoming physically dominant and starts ordering me around. “Put the pillow away.” “Grab your jacket and put it over yourself” “stop touching me” “don’t stop kissing my neck”, etc.

I didn’t come but I felt very excited. She told me this was really all we would do today. I tried to drag her to the toilet but no chance. She wanted to go and told me goodbye. She said I was good at what I did, picking up girls and stuff but she had done much more then she had wanted and this would have been the last time we saw each other, said her conscious self.
Ah well, at least I gave her a chance to get into a relationship with me. That moment when she took over, to me, that was a sweet moment where our shields were down. It felt like we had sex and from here on the relationship could have begun. Some girls just won’t see you again, no matter how much they liked you or liked the moment.
I went to the peepshow on red light district to jerk off before going to work so that I could concentrate. Later that night I would enter the club to test my momentum during the night.