Gaming at a fetish party Part I — End Game (Post 26)
May 16, 2012
Damage Control — End Game (Post 28)
May 21, 2012
“Needed a girl’s opinion on something,” I said to the girl who was not my target. “I have to get back to my friends [I pointed to the bar where Arcane had just opened a two set] but if you’re a sadist and your girl is a sadist, who is the one doing the beating?”

“I don’t know,” the obstacle said.

“Well, you guys just have to take turns,” my target said.

“It’s not me,” I said. “It’s my friend Jessie and her boyfriend Matt.”

“Oh,” my target said.

“You know, you don’t look like you belong here,” I told my target.

“Why,” she asked.

“Well, both of you are wearing dresses and this is a fetish club,” I said. “Plus, you have poofy hair and everyone else’s is slicked back, or at least dyed black.”

Both of them laughed. My target laughed with an oink, so it was the perfect time to neg, even though I just negged her by calling her hair poofy.

“You laugh like a little piglet,” I said.

“You are so mean,” her friend said.

“She doesn’t seem to think so,” I said, motioning to my target.  “I’m just honest. Are you a liar?”

“No!” the friend said.

I put my arm around her and pushed her off.

“It’s ok, I still love you.”

Then I turned my attention to my target.

“What’s your name?”


“Nice to meet you.”

“What’s your name?”


“That’s a cool name.”

“Yeah I know. My parents had a great imagination.”

“Is that your real name?”

“My first name is Sal and my last name is Peer, but all my friends call me Speer. You know, it’s my first initial and last name.”

“I like it.”

“Me too.”

I did a small compliance test and put my hand up for a high five. She complied.

“You know, you are pretty cool chicks,” I said. “I think even cool enough to come to one of my parties.”

“Oh, we are cool enough?” the friend asked.

“Well, you are,” I said to her, then faced Shelly. “But I don’t know about her.”

“Oh, I’m not cool enough?” she asked.

“Just kidding, of course you are babe,” I said. “Do you have an imagination.”


“Are you sure?”


“Have you ever been cubed?”

“What is cubed?”

“The answer is no.”

I ran the cube on her, and she gave me a whole bunch of indicators of interest. I threw another couple of negs and moved into comfort. After a while I put my phone in her hands and told her I would invite her to the next party we had at Project Miami. After that number close, I decided to go outside for some fresh air.

I walked outside and grabbed my pack of smokes, only to realize I was out. This sucks, only halfway through the party and I’m out of cigarettes. I truly hate bumming smokes off people, but when you’ve got no other choice you’ve got to do it. I thought I might as well look for a target who smokes. Even a task as simple as bumming a cigarette could serve a greater purpose.

I spotted a 9 dancing by the DJ booth smoking a cigarette. She was wearing a one-piece Victoria’s Secret red lingerie suit, and it barely covered anything. She was a hot Latina girl with a lot of energy and a big smile. I danced over to her and asked if she had a cigarette. She looked at me for a second and told me I could have one if I would kiss her. I just stood there for a second trying to figure out why. Being a pickup artist, I always have to dissect everything in-field. Before getting into the community, I would have just kissed her. But now I’m trying to figure out if this is a shit test, a compliance test or some other gimmick. I took a careful look at her, and saw she had this puppy-dog look with very open, inviting body language. Now the question is: Do I want to kiss a hot Latina girl wearing barely nothing? Um, yes, definitely! So I moved in and made out with her for a while.

When I broke the kiss and pulled back, she seemed disappointed. I smiled and jumped into building comfort, since she was already attracted. We talked for about 30 minutes, and I moved in for another kiss without realizing I was acting a little needy. She turned her head and said that she only wanted to kiss me once. I unsuccessfully tried going in for another kiss, but I remained unreactive and continued talking. I number closed her by inviting her to a future party at our house. We continued talking a little longer, she pecked me on the lips and I went back inside.

I ended the night with a couple makeouts and a bunch of numbers. I called the Latina girl the next day and we got together. She’s bi and wants to bring other women into our relationship as well. Did I mention I love my life? Arcane did pretty well too. He wanted some help because he didn’t know how to go out and get good results from cold approaching. That’s why I got into this in the first place, to help people.

Speer =—->