She faked a yawn and motioned for me to be quiet.
I was literally balls deep in her.
A cute blonde, nothing to write home about, but an easy lay was telling me to be quiet.
While I was balls deep in her. Like I said.
Her phone had been ringing off the hook, if cell phones had ‘hooks’.
Some guy named ‘Baby’.
But I’ll back up here before I tell you what happened.
I met her in Vegas at a club I was working as VIP Host at.
Being a host in Vegas will get you as much ‘passive pussy’ as one wants.
Enough that your dick might fall off, or enough that having sex might even start feeling like a chore.
You see, back then at least (Vegas nightlife has fallen in many ways), being a host equaled status.
Girls would approach me with their hotel name and room number scrawled on it in barely legible handwriting.
I once went to the right room at the wrong hotel…
And a sleepy woman in her 50’s answered the door at almost 5am.
No, I didn’t bang HER, but at that moment I considered making a play.
Anyways, this particular girl had given me her number after I hooked up her and her friends with a comped girls table.
I didn’t know she was the bride.
She wasn’t wearing one of those tacky as hell whatever-they-are-called string across their body announcing that some idiot is going to marry them.
I took the napkin, smirked and told her to give me her number too.
I didn’t want to repeat the right room, wrong hotel mistake from before.
She put her number in my phone like so and with that she scampered off. I finished my shift and texted her when I was done.
She met up with me at her hotel lobby, we went up to her room (she shockingly wasn’t roomed up with 5 other girls like most girls do in Vegas), and went to town having sex.
I flipped her over and started to pipe her out doggy style.
All was well. She had a good body.
She was face down and her phone was on the bed face up and it started ringing.
Somebody ‘named’ Baby.
I ignored like a stud champ and kept piping her out.
She was into it and I didn’t think much of it, until it rang again.
And again until she reached over and hit the Silent button to ignore the call.
Then, it rang again and she looked back at me told me to “Shhh” and put her finger to her lips.
I stopped my thrusting. She answered the phone with a fake yawn.
“Mmm oh hey honey, I just woke up”
It hit me who Baby was.
She continued spewing careful lies.
“Yea Vegas has been okay, but I can’t wait to get back to see you.”
I started to pull out…inch by inch…
“No, I went to bed kind of early. Going to shower and then meet the girls for lunch before we drive back to LA”.
I pulled out completely. I was going soft as her deception hit my nutsack.
She motioned for me to be quiet again. I guess the suction sound of my cock retreating from her pussy made some noise in the phone.
Probably sounded like the Whooosh a car wash makes when your whip rides on the rack and the dryer comes on.
She got off the phone and I asked, “Who was that?”
I just wanted to hear what she would say.
“Oh, that’s just my fiancé. We’re getting married in 3 months”.
Listen, I’m not naïve.
I know girls go to Vegas cheeks red and flushed with excitement upon their arrival of ‘What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas’ and then leave with their ass cheeks red and flushed from being spanked by a VIP Host.
But still, it was MY Red Pill Moment.
The point of this post isn’t to lament the behavior of women in Sin City.
The point is to shed some light on how women can BE, so you’re not naïve.
Women lie. And yes, men lie too.
But be aware.
What was YOUR Red Pill moment?
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