Etemesi's Tales | Why I'll Never Date A Socialite Again

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Before I ever knew about the filthy things socialites did to get their money, I kept fantasizing about bedding one. I mean, which man hasn’t thought of doing a Huddah or Vera?

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always enjoyed challenging myself so I finally decided I’d try and bag a socialite. I took time to study all of them. I figured out who was more of my type and who was more likely to fall for my charms. I finally settled on one whose pictures tortured me the most. And when I heard she would be at a popular Westlands club one Friday night, I made my way there

She was at a table with two other girls. It was the first time I was wearing my new grey suite so I felt pretty confident. After all, my colleagues had chochad me all day saying I looked like a sleek Russian Oligarch. Being the guy who’s never scared to approach i went and sat at the same table this mamii was sitting.

Her appearance was yummier than the one portrayed by her pictures - big-breasted with heavy mascara and a perfectly formed tattoos uncoiling up different parts of her exposed body. She was drinking fearlessly, expensive weave draped down over her face. On becoming aware of my presence she flung her fake hair away and aimed a stare of flinty defiance at me.

"Who the f**** are you?" she demanded with a scowl. Her own use of the f-word shuddered her whole body.

“I am the sheriff in this town,” I answered cheekily

“Huh? Plllllleeeeeaaaaassssse……what does that even mean dude?” she fired back . Clearly she was unimpressed by my geek answer.

Despite my young age, I’ve been seducing women long enough to know that when a woman barks at you for approaching her, never recoil under her hostility. Never look scared. Don’t answer rudely. Just pretend you aren’t offended at all and say something sweet or smart to her. She’ll see you as a different kind of guiy

“Why are you so hostile? Chill. I think you should hear what I have to say. I have a business proposition that will definitely interest you. You should ask your BFFs to take a walk for a few minutes. This should be between me and you.” I said, eyes lingering on the straining buttons of her tight silk top. Deliberately tight.

Her face suddenly changed. The wrinkles of anger started clearing out, Then she began constructing more hospitable sentences.

“I trust my girls. You can say what you have to say in front of them.”

“No I am not going to do that. I value discretion. If you are not interested, I have other places to be. Have a good evening.” I shot back calmly before standing up and pretending to walk away.

“Ngojaaa!!!!!” she shouted in her slutty tone.

I knew she wouldn’t let me leave. I was certain. I settled back on my seat again and began taking advantage of my bargaining power

“I really don’t have much time. Your friends should leave ……like now.” I ordered like a badass Mexican cartel boss.

Quickly, she asked her BFFs to clear the table. Now it was just the two of us. Perfect. Her attention was all mine.

I ordered two bottles of Sauvignon Blanc for us before i began filling her greedy mind with lies of how TMZ was launching a branch in Africa and how I had been chosen to be one of the editors. Note that when ordering wine, most guys will order one bottle, so I ordered two so that it’d look like money wasn’’t a ‘thang’ for me. I continued misinforming her how we’ll need people like her to make the TMZ Africa brand powerful. I yapped on how I will make her a mega-star like Kim –K with my new status while at the same time telling how how crazy her pictures and twerk videos drove me. Slowly she began laughing, patting my back and showing all signs of kuingia box. It was the perfect move.

We talked for hours as I went on smearing her with humor and promises of graces. She was so impressed that at one point she stood up to twerk for me. She wiggled vigorously while her breasts swung like udders, much to the dismay of other jealous men. Gladly, i stared at those shifting packs of

flesh as she moved with no shame, and at how perspiration glossed her body's rippling surface

The flirting dwelled late into the night

“So are we getting out of here?” I asked,. with the intention to close.

Her answer was obvious. We strolled top a nearby hotel where I paid for a room

Behind closed doors, she was on a mission to impress me. She set about unbuttoning her silk blouse, fiercely aware of my gaze as she exposed her upper body. The garment slithered from her shoulders to the grubby carpet, and my eyes feasted. Her breasts were ample, in perfect proportion with her slender body and cradled neatly in satin lingerie. Everything had been chosen to maximize her appeal.

I said nothing, but my expression spoke chapters. Her pencil skirt went next. She unzipped it neatly and it dropped away so that she stood in a more tasteful version of what I had seen digitally prior. Her pretty blue-flowered panty, tight bra and heels were left.

"Get it all off. I'm not a patient man.", I ordered with a wry smile, knowing she was going to comply with every unorthodox demand I had.

Modesty served no purpose now, so she did not even turn away as she unclipped her brassiere. It sprang free of her, her breasts shifting under the release, and she let it tumble.

My eyes glinted approval at the sight of her naked breasts. "Squeeze those peaches," i said., Without hesitation she took her twins in both hands and massaged them for me, Oh my.

 
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