JT47319
Master Don Juan
It’s been raining and things have been slow. But I’m up for going out this Wednesday night so me, OCWaterBoy, and NaturalJ hit this private, Hollywood, after party for the movie, “This Girl’s Life” starring James Wood and Juliette Marquis.
James Wood isn’t there, but some paparazzi and Juliette, looking stunning in a green dress and body paint, is. Since this is an “industry” party, we take things a little bit more slow and do some smoozing.
It’s pretty shark infested waters. The scary thing about industry partys is that some of the girls that go are incredible playettes. I saw two girlfriends flirt and makeout with some young, industry types, but end up going home in the Porsche of two older gentlemen who had been snorting coke in the men’s bathroom.
Anyways, I probably ended up opening and socializing with over 6 sets of girls. Basically I’m opening up random sets of girls, asking them about the movie, etc. Pretty situational, low key stuff while I usually try to inject light humor. Can’t really remember anything notable about them except for a couple.
I talked with Juliette Marquis for a few minutes. But she floated away smoozing and being the star guest of the party. There were these two really fit, good looking blondes who were personal trainers. I asked her to flex, squeezed her biceps, and then said, “No, really. Flex!” She giggled and then playfully punched me. Unfortunately, her dragaway friend took her away to parts unknown.
One blonde I opened, she kept on shooting both NaturalJ and myself subtle hints of interest, but I was slightly confused as to who she was interested in. OCWaterBoy was just chilling and she asked him, “You’re the quiet one, aren’t you?” Which is a very good indication of interest. OCWaterBoy ended up isolating her later for a good 30 minutes and getting her number.
I was getting bored and rather randomly, just for the hell of it, talked with some unattractive Asian girls. I thought there would have been a weight limit for a party like this, but one of the girls was as round and rotund as a roly-poly. Anyways, I’m chatting them up, talking about the movie, when three chicks roll up, notable a pretty Brunette (who looked like Rachel Bilson from the OC) and a cute RedHead. Apparently, they’re all work friends. One of the girls say, “We’re looking for hot guys.” And the fattie Asian says, “There aren’t any here!” Major **** test designed to throw a guy off. I simply ignore it and continue chatting, making sure I get introduced to all the girls.
Later on, me and NaturalJ are near the dance floor chilling out when I see the Brunette and the Redhead. I smile at them and they smile back, motioning me to join them. I start dancing with them, once with the Brunette and later the Redhead. I motion for NaturalJ to join me, but he’s just chilling. OK, so I *GRAB* both girls by the hands and lead them to where NaturalJ is chilling. Now all four of us are dancing. NaturalJ and I switch partners a couple of times, trying to find out what the best match is.
The Brunette is definitely giving me strong signals so I brush her hair back behind her eyes and caress the side of her face. She responds well to the intimacy so while I’m looking at her eyes and then her lips, I tell her, “I’m trying *SO* hard not to kiss you right now…” She giggles, looks away, and then turns back. She moves in much closer to me so now we’re basically hugging. We touch foreheads, somewhat awkwardly since she’s two inches taller than me, and then I start kissing her.
She starts to laugh, obviously enjoying the moment, but also slightly out of state because she’s older than me (she’s 34 though I honestly thought she was late 20s). I shrug it off telling her, “I’m not concerned about it, why are you? Anyways, didn’t you hear? Older women with younger guys is en vogue in Hollywood” said with a devilish grin. Girls always throw **** tests out there to see how men respond and based on how well he passes or fails.
At this point, lots of making out and grinding. During Last Call, we head to the bar. She basically pins me to the bar and we start discussing common interests. I start future projecting by telling her the things we can do while hanging out and she’s really into it, telling me the things she likes to do and asking me what I like to do. She still keeps on testing me about her age. We exchange numbers, make definite plans on where/when we’re going to hang out next time (called bridging), and head outside.
NaturalJ and the RedHead are also having a good time. In fact, while we’re outside, NaturalJ tests her saying her breasts are fake. She denies it, TAKES HER BRA OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET, and let’s us feel her up. “Yeah, they’re real and supple” I said. We drive them to their place. My girl is in the front set with me and she has her hand on my thigh, slightly touching my crotch while I’m holding her hand, caressing her, and occasionally rubbing her nipples.
At this point, things get a little weird with NaturalJ and the RedHead. Some girls just don’t know how to act around a hot guy (NaturalJ is a model) and she started acting like a fourth grader. Punching, wrestling, pinching, tickling, etc. The chemistry between them starts to die out. We go upstairs, but it’s obvious NaturalJ just isn’t digging the RedHead anymore, even though she still really wants him.
They have to get up in the morning, but I do end up making out with the Brunette on her bed for a while. We chill and then head home.
James Wood isn’t there, but some paparazzi and Juliette, looking stunning in a green dress and body paint, is. Since this is an “industry” party, we take things a little bit more slow and do some smoozing.
It’s pretty shark infested waters. The scary thing about industry partys is that some of the girls that go are incredible playettes. I saw two girlfriends flirt and makeout with some young, industry types, but end up going home in the Porsche of two older gentlemen who had been snorting coke in the men’s bathroom.
Anyways, I probably ended up opening and socializing with over 6 sets of girls. Basically I’m opening up random sets of girls, asking them about the movie, etc. Pretty situational, low key stuff while I usually try to inject light humor. Can’t really remember anything notable about them except for a couple.
I talked with Juliette Marquis for a few minutes. But she floated away smoozing and being the star guest of the party. There were these two really fit, good looking blondes who were personal trainers. I asked her to flex, squeezed her biceps, and then said, “No, really. Flex!” She giggled and then playfully punched me. Unfortunately, her dragaway friend took her away to parts unknown.
One blonde I opened, she kept on shooting both NaturalJ and myself subtle hints of interest, but I was slightly confused as to who she was interested in. OCWaterBoy was just chilling and she asked him, “You’re the quiet one, aren’t you?” Which is a very good indication of interest. OCWaterBoy ended up isolating her later for a good 30 minutes and getting her number.
I was getting bored and rather randomly, just for the hell of it, talked with some unattractive Asian girls. I thought there would have been a weight limit for a party like this, but one of the girls was as round and rotund as a roly-poly. Anyways, I’m chatting them up, talking about the movie, when three chicks roll up, notable a pretty Brunette (who looked like Rachel Bilson from the OC) and a cute RedHead. Apparently, they’re all work friends. One of the girls say, “We’re looking for hot guys.” And the fattie Asian says, “There aren’t any here!” Major **** test designed to throw a guy off. I simply ignore it and continue chatting, making sure I get introduced to all the girls.
Later on, me and NaturalJ are near the dance floor chilling out when I see the Brunette and the Redhead. I smile at them and they smile back, motioning me to join them. I start dancing with them, once with the Brunette and later the Redhead. I motion for NaturalJ to join me, but he’s just chilling. OK, so I *GRAB* both girls by the hands and lead them to where NaturalJ is chilling. Now all four of us are dancing. NaturalJ and I switch partners a couple of times, trying to find out what the best match is.
The Brunette is definitely giving me strong signals so I brush her hair back behind her eyes and caress the side of her face. She responds well to the intimacy so while I’m looking at her eyes and then her lips, I tell her, “I’m trying *SO* hard not to kiss you right now…” She giggles, looks away, and then turns back. She moves in much closer to me so now we’re basically hugging. We touch foreheads, somewhat awkwardly since she’s two inches taller than me, and then I start kissing her.
She starts to laugh, obviously enjoying the moment, but also slightly out of state because she’s older than me (she’s 34 though I honestly thought she was late 20s). I shrug it off telling her, “I’m not concerned about it, why are you? Anyways, didn’t you hear? Older women with younger guys is en vogue in Hollywood” said with a devilish grin. Girls always throw **** tests out there to see how men respond and based on how well he passes or fails.
At this point, lots of making out and grinding. During Last Call, we head to the bar. She basically pins me to the bar and we start discussing common interests. I start future projecting by telling her the things we can do while hanging out and she’s really into it, telling me the things she likes to do and asking me what I like to do. She still keeps on testing me about her age. We exchange numbers, make definite plans on where/when we’re going to hang out next time (called bridging), and head outside.
NaturalJ and the RedHead are also having a good time. In fact, while we’re outside, NaturalJ tests her saying her breasts are fake. She denies it, TAKES HER BRA OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET, and let’s us feel her up. “Yeah, they’re real and supple” I said. We drive them to their place. My girl is in the front set with me and she has her hand on my thigh, slightly touching my crotch while I’m holding her hand, caressing her, and occasionally rubbing her nipples.
At this point, things get a little weird with NaturalJ and the RedHead. Some girls just don’t know how to act around a hot guy (NaturalJ is a model) and she started acting like a fourth grader. Punching, wrestling, pinching, tickling, etc. The chemistry between them starts to die out. We go upstairs, but it’s obvious NaturalJ just isn’t digging the RedHead anymore, even though she still really wants him.
They have to get up in the morning, but I do end up making out with the Brunette on her bed for a while. We chill and then head home.
