THE FORUMS

Wednesday - Surrender



We head out to Surrender. It is probably my favourite club in the world. Outside, with a swimming pool, crawling with hotties. We get in, go back out to play the penny slots and get a couple of drinks, before heading back in to properly begin the night. Afrojack was playing a set that night so the music was also on point, and the club was packed, with a slightly different layout to normal which actually made it easier to sweep up the girlies. There were plenty of Summit attendees present as well, which made the whole night more fun as we would wing each other or offer a few token words of positivity and fun before returning to the serious pimping.

First set of the night is a blonde on her phone, definitely the hottest girl in the immediate area, so why not approach her? Goes ok, but she’s a bit distracted and I’m warming into the night. No problem, I feel myself easing into the night as the calmness settles in me and head off in search of other adventures. Bounce through a few more sets, feeling myself warming up more and more. Say hello to Goran and his girlfriend who are cherishing on one of the beds in the club.

Wing a few sets with Summit God and decide to start talking like an actual pimp having seen some videos of Tyler earlier in the week. “Yo bitch, you look at me when I’m talking to you”. Girl looks like a rabbit caught in front of the headlights waiting to be run over. I proceed to grab her and pull her to me. She loves it, so I continue with my slightly unconvincing pimp talk which just doesn’t seem to work as well with a proper British accent... “Bitch - I told you already, when you’re talking to Daddy you hold his hand!” Girl is slightly entranced but clearly attracted. I pull her over and then roughly push her away. Summit God is still doing his thing. I am highly amused and at the same time cannot believe how into me this girl is despite my derogatory tone. It slightly freaks me out and I take it back a notch. A few minutes later her friend grabs her and both girls leave. I decide this pimp speak is highly entertaining and track the master pimp pringles down to get more ammunition for my journey.

A few more sets in between and I am now in “state”/zero-fear. I’m walking alongside the pool and a blonde girl saunters past me. Stare her down and grab her pulling her towards me. Claw over shoulders. Pimp speak turns on. Inside I am literally laughing saying to myself “wtf are you saying” but again this girl loves it. I walk with her as she is following her friends and then say “Yo bitch! Dance for me, ho!” She proceeds to do some weird dance type thing which I am not impressed with this and get bored, so I grab her head and make out with her. I push her off me. She kind of just stands there a bit shocked. Her friends are beckoning her over but she stays with me. I look at her friends. One is hotter, so I go over and start talking to her. Original girl comes over and hugs me from behind. New girl sees this and goes cold. I decide original girl is a bit squirrely and ditch her to seek hotter girls.

Wander back to pool area, and see a petite brunette with glasses on her head. Grab her. I drop the pimp speak at this stage as it doesn’t amuse me as much and it still feels a bit weird to me, even if it is highly effective. I hug girl and just randomly talk about nothing. She is from Vegas and called Britney. I laugh at her name. She laughs. We’re all laughing so I make out with her. I lift her up and move towards an area we can sit. She says she has to leave, so I tell her she can’t and I am kidnapping her. Pull her down onto my lap. Make out some more. She is very cute and I let her know that I like that. She tells me that she wants to stay but she really does have to go home as she has to work at 10am the next morning and it’s already about 3:30am. I tell her I’ll walk her to her car.

Grab her hand and lead her out to the car park. We get to her car and I push her into it as she tries to open the door. Make out, hands begin to wander up her skirt. She pats my hand away but she is breathing heavily. This goes on for a few more minutes before I get bored. The car park is kind of empty and we are in between a couple of cars. I pull little Matt out and introduce her to him. They get on just fine. More make out. My hand makes it’s way to her crotch. Things heat up. I open the cars backdoor and push her into it. We writhe about in the most uncomfortable way ever. The door is not closed completely and my legs are kind of out the door, as her door bashes into some other car. I pray that it does not set the alarm off.

Manage to get kind of comfortable, panties come off, skirt hoiked up and I produce some sort of contortionist movement in getting a condom from my pocket, ripping it open and putting it on. I was quite impressed. Go to town. She loves it and moans loudly when I remember we’re still in a car park with the door open. Finish off, stretch my back slightly, pull up my jeans, small cherish kiss and watch her drive off into the night. Look at my watch. 3:50. Hello to lay all of about 20 minutes.

Decide to head back to the club where I do a few more sets before hitting the casino floor with pringles for more after-hours pimping. Not finding much, we decide to get food and I devour a BLT from the Grand Lux Cafe. It was delicious.

Of course you were remembered matey. We toasted the missing crew several times and your booming voice echoes in my ears wherever I am in the world.

Thursday - Tryst



This was a really interesting night. After having had a completely ‘on’ night the night before, for some reason I had a base-line of anxiety or stress. I think it was probably just a combination of tiredness and hitting it hard for over a week, but I remember being annoyed about something and not being able to settle into the night.

We head to Tryst, a good place for a Thursday night. We take a while to decide how we’re getting in before bribing the bouncer and walking to the front. Once we’re in we chill about for a bit, but I don’t feel at ease and I can’t seem to relax. I decide the best way to get over this is to dive right into it. I see this cute little blonde talking with her two friends so tap her on the shoulder, tell her she is cute and introduce myself. She is a total hottie, but I was a bit stifled and blindly stumbled through the shit-tests she kept throwing at me which I thought were retarded so must have passed them on that basis. I start getting physical with her, but she isn’t as receptive, so I tone it back a bit, feeling that she isn’t there quite yet. We talk for a while and it feels really good and she seems into me despite me not being completely ‘on’. A short time later she tells me that she is enjoying hanging out with me but that she needs to spend some time with her friends and to come find her later. Cool - it’s still early, so I head back to the boys and mess around with them for a bit.

Hit up a few more sets in between trying to relax and adjust to the rhythm of the night but it’s not working. I start feeling more and more tired and don’t feel the anxiety or stress easing despite hitting up more sets. I knew that if I kept approaching it would ease so I did just that and kept going. Things were hooking but not overly convincingly. I started to lose my will to go on, and for about 45mins just choded about the club like a lemming. I attempted a weak reapproach on one of the girls I had approached earlier and creeped her out. All the while my mind was focusing on the hot blonde from earlier. I saw her a bit later in an embrace with some other guy. Kick to the gut. Ugh. I could go and separate them, but figure because I am not ‘on’ I’m not going to bother, I’d just look silly. A bit more choding about ensues.

About 3am I’m considering calling it a night and throwing in the towel. Get a good sleep and be fresh for the next night. But then I have a vision of General Paully in front of me. I think to myself, “If Paully was here he would not be impressed.” I see a brunette girl sitting on the edge of a VIP booth, crazy friends dancing around her. I hear the ghost of Paully “Approach, bitch!”. I duly oblige.

She’s doing up her shoe when I approach, so I grab her arm and tell her that she’s hot and I wanted to meet her. We start talking and I tell her that I’m tired, want to go home, but figured I’d talk to her first - I am completely honest with her and make myself vulnerable - I just don’t care if this goes anywhere.

Her friends keep coming in and out so I leave her to talk but each time her attention turns back to me. Britney Spears comes on and she has a minor stroke to which I call her a retard. She is laughing at everything I am saying and insists on taking my number. I’m not really sure where any of this is going. For some reason I was so out of it that I didn’t realise this girl was totally in to me. Her friends disappear, so I sit next to her, before deciding that it’s too loud and that we should go outside to sit down. She likes the idea so I grab her hand and lead her out to the VIP seating areas.

It’s not until this girl is standing up in her little yellow dress that I see how hot she actually is. Soft brown tan, brown eyes, brown hair, slender - exactly my type. Little Matt stirs. I lead her outside and sit down. I have my arm around her and we chat for a few minutes. I am completely unreactive to anything she says or does and display no desire for an outcome. I get bored of talking so figure I’ll just make out with her on a high. Pull her face in and she proceeds to molest me on the sofas. Can’t remember the last time I’ve been pounced on in that way, but she bites my lip and forces herself on to me and basically has to stop herself from straddling me there and then. I break the make out to keep the tension up. This goes back and forth a couple of times and I can feel her getting more and more turned on. I decide it’s time to go.

I lead her to the exit of the club, giving pringles the universal man nod on the way, but end up bumping into her friends and some drunken chode who claims to be her sister and tells me to fuck off. Righto. I tool with him for a bit just to amuse myself and he proceeds to make a tit of himself. I tell him to calm down and he backs off realising that his chances of a 3-some with my girl and his girl are slim when my girl basically starts rubbing my cock through my jeans. We have to ride out the drama, so I push my girl into the wall near the exit and proceed to place my knee on her crotch and pull her hair. She’s an aggressive one which I like, and she loves this. She starts breathing loudly, so I decide to just pull her hard from the club. We get outside and she mentions she needs to check her friend is ok. I tell her we won’t be long.

We’re out in the Encore casino by now and I see a toilet off to the side. I decide to chance it and lead her in. There is no attendant!! Winner winner chicken dinner! Throw her in the cubicle and she goes nuts grabbing at my body. It’s like this girl hasn’t been fucked in a while and has a bunch of sexual tension to unleash on me. I dominate her aggression which I love and she seems to love even more letting out a long moan. Turn her around and roughly push her into the wall of the cubicle and start smashing her from behind. Get bored of this so she reverse straddles me as I sit on the toilet. Glorious. Happy times are had by both of us. We adjust ourselves and head back out the door past a couple of giggling girls. Give her a tender kiss and send her off into the night.

I grab a beer to savour the moment, but oddly I feel very little, if anything a little empty. There seems to be little emotion attached to this largely because I just don’t place the same level of emotional value on it as I used to. I philosophise on this point whilst I drink my beer and then head back to find pringles for more pimping. The club empties so we hit the casino floor and then I proceed to watch pringles pull a girl to the bathroom and fuck her in under 5 seconds of meeting her.

Just another night in Vegas.

No joke, some girl opens Goran with;

"Oh my god, you look like something out of a magazine"

Provided amusement for days.