When a Pretty Girl Booty Calls a Gigolo

Here is my third story about Miss Tease. This isn’t entirely about her, but she is the primary “feature” of this story. And I had an interesting day with her… another rich chapter in my Book of Girls.

She has been sending me nudes again.

I have had nudes from several girls, but she has sent me more than any other girl I have ever known (she has sent me a lot). Maybe a shot with her face, and her top pulled down so one nipple was poking out. Or maybe just of her lips. Or maybe, legs spread, wet pussy. Or a shot of her, in a G-string, legs, her back, and her ass.

The shots I like best are the ones of her eyes. A mix of eyes, and neck, and her soft, full boobs… those are my favorites. I have told her so. She is very pretty. When she is pretty… I want her more than when she is explicitly sexual.

Two weeks ago I just about had my daygame life back on track… and then I got sick. Two weeks. It was “The Cold That Would Not Die” (but my leads sure did). Before that cold I had been messaging her, trying to get her and I fired up. Once I have “momentum” with new girls (and only after that), I like to fish for action with some of the longterm girls in my life. She is one of those girls.

I picked her up her two years ago in a classic daygame stop (I still remember that set). She is a young girl, but I don’t know how young, as I have never asked. She is Korean. Her family is conservative (or so she says) and she still lives at home (or so she says). I have never been on a proper “date” with her, as her parents won’t let her date (or… so she says).

First time I met up with her, it was after work… took her to the mall, tried to kiss her, sent her home. Next time, different mall… and we made out a bunch (she is a great kisser). She once met me at Banana Republic, I took her into a changing stall and made out with her and felt her up. It was hot. She is a sexy girl. It’s hard to get her out, but when I do… she is very compliant.

In our first year, after a lot of sexting… she met me after work, I walked her to a fancy hotel and used the Recharge App to book it for an hour… and I fucked her. It was a strange seduction for me. Last year, we met up on some random lunchtime hour, I took her to a different hotel… and I fucked her again (about a full year after the first time). Today… I fucked for the third time.

Today was another strange and interesting date.

Before we started messaging again two weeks ago (with her, in the familiar pattern of sending me nudes), we hadn’t talked in maybe four months (while I was in Japan). And today, with no planning, and not a lot of build-up, she asked if I “had time for lunch.”

I took a stab at trying to see her two weeks ago. My plan was to take her to this great, isolated spot I know near her work (a good man knows his territory) for a make out. I thought it would be good for my vibe to kiss her. I thought some physical contact might inspire her to meet up more seriously… to make all the sex talk more “real” and relevant. I was horny at the time and that was my plan. She typically says, “sorrrrrry, I don’t have any time” – and she did that again two weeks ago. And then… I got sick, and I backed off… but she kept sending nudes.

She sent several naked pics this weekend. I looked at some of them. And I told her I love to see her ass… but her pretty face is really the most charming and sexy thing about her. She sent more nudes… and I left them, unopened in SnapChat. She is, after all, a kind of tease… so I don’t pounce on all the notifications of messages from her. I’m not over-eager. That is probably wise.

(Who knows how many other men she sends nudes to… but I bet very few of those men let those nudes sit for a few days… unopened.)

This morning, I still hadn’t opened all the weekend’s Snaps, and I had a message from her before I woke up. More snaps. And that invitation to “have lunch.”

What did she want?

Notice this ^ question. If you read my post on Hans Comyn’s Three Phases of the Seducer you know that isn’t the ideal type of question for a man to be asking. That is very “First Phase.”

What would a Phase Two man ask himself? Perhaps, “Do I want to fuck this girl today?” I asked myself that question as well. And I did want to… not especially so… I wasn’t particularly horny at all… but… yes, I could make that situation happen for her and I.

That is how I started my day. Not horny. Lots to do… but no meetings. I did have time. So I asked her, “quick lunch or do you have some time?” She said, “about an hour.” We have never spent more than 20 minutes together (in our seven or so meetings) unless we were having sex. That was all I needed to know that I would have her naked today.

NASH: We have so much to talk about…
NASH: I think I’ll find someplace quiet where we can be alone
MISS TEASE: Hee hee
MISS TEASE: Okay 😊

This is how she and I talk. She sends nudes and we talk about fucking via SnapChat. But when it comes to meeting up, this is the language she and I use to set up the meeting. We aren’t explicit. I don’t totally know why. This just feels like the right way to handle her… so this is how I do it. Couples develop their own kind of “culture” and this is part of ours… this culture we have… that has episodically played itself out… very slowly… and irregularly… over the years.

I told her I would work it out and looked at Recharge App to see if any rooms were available… not much. Maybe there is a conference in town, so the rooms are booked. Maybe it was because it was the lunch hour instead of after work (which is how the married one, Smart Girl, and I usually meet up).

I then looked at HotelsByDay.com. There were some rooms available. The plan was unexpected, but it was coming together.

I wasn’t particularly hungry for sex. But… it is a part of my view of being a Seducer (capital “S”) that I have certain duties that are a part of this role and this lifestyle. Duty is a good word for it.

Krauser has called men like he and I “adventure sex service providers.” That is a very dry, but interesting way to put it. We market a service. And if we can find girls that are up for it… we owe them a good rogering experience. That is simple “truth in advertising” and I am a man that keeps his word.

Even if this sounds ridiculous, I take all this “duty” business rather seriously. As a point of pride. I want to be an excellent man in all that I set my mind to do. And as a seducer, I want to deliver there as well… for myself and for the girls. That means I know I my role. And I know the responsibilities that go with this role. And I strive to nail the “performance” at a high level of excellence.

This is the man I want to be. And I am this man (most of the time).

And sometimes… this role comes with some pressure to perform. Especially on a day when I’m not particularly horny and a girl wants me to show up and fuck. It’s like a musician that loves music, and loves to perform, but isn’t really “on” in the minutes leading up to walking on stage on a given day… Today felt like that.

For some time now… I have been looking for a good word for men like me… for men that go “beyond the notch” in what they want with women. Gigolo is maybe the best word I have found so far.

I really like seducing girls and all that comes with this path. It’s not “work.” I’m really not proving much to myself and I’m less and less worried about proving anything to other guys. But there is a bit of “work” to this at times. On long, multi-day dates (for instance)… where you have to keep leading even when you’d like to lean back and take a break. Or when I have a date scheduled and I had a bad day. Or on days like this one.

I am not a gigolo… I don’t do any of this for money (I wish). I usually have a lot more money than the young girls I date and money has nothing to do with my love life. But I still have a “service” to perform that is remarkably like being a gigolo – except I pay for everything, as well.

In some ways, I like the analogy of a “geisha” better. What if there was such a thing as a “masculine, male geisha.” Something like that… where we hunt, pick her up, brush aside the shit tests, convince her to step into our world, and then… fuck her like she’s paying us to do it. Give her that level of experience.

This is the situation I found myself in today. I wanted to fuck her like world class “Male Geisha.” It’s about sexual technique. In part. But maybe only 25% of the “service” is sex and events in the physical.

What does a good gigolo really do for a girl? What she is “paying for?” What would a “great experience” look like for a girl if she was in the arms of top-level “Male Geisha?”

This inquiry leads me back to Hans Comyn again. We touched on First Phase questions (“what does she want?”) and Second Phase questions (“do I want to fuck this girl today?”), and now we’re moving into Phase Three – “How do I make her feel beautiful?”

That is what a gigolo does. If a geisha can make an ordinary man feel extraordinary, a gigolo does that for women. He presents himself as extraordinary. And he goes on to make her “feel beautiful.” To “make her shine.” That is what she pays for.

Miss Tease obviously likes me. And she is willing to share herself with me. And today, she was requesting to see that side of me that can give her some level of fantasy experience… a physical one… maybe more than that.

With all this on my mind, I left the house and went downtown and tried to get a little bit of work done. I checked her last Snap, and she was all “hee hee” and “I am so wet right now.” I wasn’t turned on, but I liked all this (in a slightly out-of-body way). Work was frustrating and difficult, so it didn’t help my mood… but I WAS looking forward to my time with this girl.

Could I make her feel beautiful on a day like today?

I have a very common reference experience where I have to get ready for a date… and I’m not really in the mood. I go on a lot of dates, I set them up in advance, and I don’t always feel “cool” as the moment approaches. I often don’t know the girl very well, and I step into the date in an almost mechanical (“dutiful”) way. The dates are NEVER mechanical (I really, really like girls… and the time I spend with them), but those moments when I am pushing myself – “go do your job, Nash” – can feel effortful.

This is true.

But…

As I walk to the date (and I am specifically thinking of the walk from my hotel to the Starbucks where I would meet most of my dates this last March in Japan)… I try to (as they say) “get into the moment.” I try to “just breathe.” To notice the street I am walking on. To be patient with the mood I am in in that particular second of my day. To not try to “play the date out in advance” (which cannot be done). To admit I have no idea how the date will go. To remember I have been on hundreds and hundreds of dates with hundreds of women. To embrace that I almost never have bad dates (almost never). And step into the upcoming date with fresh eyes, with curiosity for the girl, with patience to let the date unfold as it may, with confidence to lead boldly… with the joy I know I have for girls and for art of seduction.

So that is what I did today. My mind, not really “in it” yet. Complaints and distractions flying through my head like so many species of birds. I wasn’t “into it” yet… but I would go forward, I would do my job, and I would give her the best experience I could.

The hotel was one I’ve never used before, so I arrived first (purposely) to check out the logistics. The room was old fashioned, but nice enough. It was a little musty smelling… I opened some windows and the air cleared. It would be more than fine for our time together. I sent her the address. I gave her the room number and told her to come up the room (this is how Smart Girl and I do it).

And then she messaged “here” and I stuck my head out the door and she was coming down the hall. And she looked great. She is a very cute, young, sexy girl. I still didn’t feel cool, but it was time to “step onstage.”

It was time to begin.

She walked into the room and I do what I always do… I slowed down. I looked at her. I really looked at her. And the “noisy birds” in my head faded away. I do this at the beginning of every date. And we said maybe a dozen words to each other and I kissed her.

This girl is a mystery to me. She really is.

I have no idea who she “really is,” even as we’ve had a kind of affair for over two years now. Would I try to talk to her? Not really. I love to talk to girls, and I am interested in their minds and their hearts and their lives… but with this one, I assume she came for sex. So that is what I gave her.

I peeled her shirt off. And kissed her. And she was immediately rewarding me with soft, pretty noises. And my lips were on her neck, and she moaned… and the taste of her skin was mixed with the chemical bitterness of her perfume. (Almost in spite of that foul taste… she smelled wonderful). And then I rolled her over and took her bra off… and back again… and those boobs I have seen so many times via Snap were right in front of me. And I sucked her pretty nipples.

Lovely.

She is a beautiful girl. She has full hips, slight bigger thighs, but top-to-bottom all quite delicious. Her boobs are not that big, but somehow surprisingly full. And again… I love her face. She is genuinely beautiful for a man of my tastes. Great lips. So kissable. And lovely skin.

I worked her pants off. Her panties were soaked.

(In fact… I was fully dressed for all this. I don’t take my clothes off (most of the time) until I’m ready to fuck. And as I got her closer to being naked, I ground my thigh into the mound between her legs. And later… as I got dressed after sex… there was a 2 inch patch of dried girl-goo on the left leg of my jeans. It’s still there. I am looking at it now.)

I climbed up her body… sucked her ears some more, kissing her everywhere, while trying to avoid the taste of the perfumed areas. More time with her very sensitive nipples. I licked the pointed parts of her hips. I rolled her over. I took her panties past her ankles. I spread her ass. I put my mouth on her.

From a position on my knees on the carpet of the rented room, I spread her thighs and licked at her. She made great noises. She squirmed into me. A couple of times I made her look down at me… I made her watch.

And when I was ready… I took my clothes off. I wasn’t hard (I rarely am in moments like this one), so I got myself hard, put on one of the world’s best condoms and fucked this lovely little thing for the third time.

It was good. It wasn’t great… but it was good. Not “deep,” but quite good.

I am very interested in “deep sex” these days. If I had to describe it… I’d say “deep sex” is when her heart is as involved as her body. In the case of she and I, it’s mostly our bodies… especially as we do not know each other well at all. We are “two roles” meeting each time. I would be glad to go deeper with this girl (with all of them, really)… but she keeps herself at a distance.

I didn’t push her to go deeper with me sexually. That is the sex I really want. But it doesn’t always have to be that way.

We finished… and I wasn’t entirely sure what to do. The whole episode was only 40 minutes or so, and she had some time before she had to go. So, here we were, a gigalo and his client. The sex was over… but the job was not.

And it got better for me from there.

I could have gotten us up, and dressed, and back to our day… but I didn’t think that was the best performance a man with my skill set could offer. She seemed languid and happy to follow my lead. It wasn’t awkward (which it can be, post sex, in purely sexual relationships), so I leaned into the kinds of things I do as a lover of women…

I pulled her close. We were both naked. My condom was still wrapped around my exhausted cock. The windows were still open to the cool air from the foggy day outside. She wasn’t cold (I asked). I held her. And we talked a bit.

As they say in daygame circles: Say what you see. So I told her she is a mystery to me. She is.

I narrated the arc of our relationship to her (two years, lots of messages, three times in bed… but no details shared about our lives). I asked if she liked being a mystery and she giggled and said yes. I told her that was fine with me. I told her men are well advised to take women as they are… and that she didn’t have to tell me anything she didn’t want to say.

I really feel that way.

I stroked her hair. I kissed her. I was telling her stories about my plans for the summer, for the rest of the year, for the next year of my life (I have a lot going on)… and I mixed that with licks at her nipples. And she would moan and shut her eyes. And she had her arms around me, leaning into this post-sex time with me. Comfortable. Pretty familiar. And she gave me those big eyes of hers… and in those moments, there was depth.

Depth comes from the heart, from the emotions, but its path is often though the eyes.

Not only in the eyes. Depth comes in the quality of the way lovers touch each other. It’s in the warmth of an embrace or the prolonged duration of a hug.

But so much of the time… it’s in the eyes. And she would yield to my call for depth… she would give me her eyes… in a deep way… briefly. And then she would giggle – and break the spell. Or move back toward sex, with a moan, close her eyes, disconnect from me, move back into the private physical sensations of her body… she would “go into herself”… and then I’d take my mouth off her nipple, return to my story, and she would give me those eyes again.

She is very pretty.

And after a while… it was time to go. I tossed her messy, gooey panties to her across the bed.

She was in no hurry. As we got dressed, she stood up and stared at me with those eyes… no expectations, some intensity, some lingering excitement, completely ready to be led. And I kissed her some more. And she held me very tight. I lifted her a few inches off the ground for a few moments and said she didn’t want to go. She said that several times in bed as well.

Good feedback. “I don’t want to go.” That is the equivalent of a 5-star review for a man like me.

This story has some special lesson for seducers, but part of this could apply to many areas of a man’s life:

Sometimes, you “do the thing,” even when you don’t want to. In fact, doing it in such a moment makes it almost a different thing. And if you step up (even when your cock “isn’t in the mood”), you “stretch yourself” in a way. You “expand” what your nervous system can handle, what you are capable of. You grow. You earn the right to know you’ll be ready next time. And the time after that.

This is part of how a man builds confidence (maybe I AM still proving some things to myself?). This is part of why I am a very confident lover at this point in my life. I can do it. Even when I’m not perfectly ready… or raging with desire.

The part of me that is dedicated to giving my lover a great experience each time took another step forward today. I did a good job. I did the thing I love and I did it well. That little girl took a risk of making herself available and I rewarded her for it. Physically. I gave her pleasure. I put two fingers in her and made her pussy squirt. I fucked her and spanked her ass. But I also gave her some high quality attention. I pried open her heart (a little). I gave her some love… even though I don’t know her… I gave her (almost) everything I had to give this afternoon.

And I had a great time. I got to fuck… and I always like that. But I got to practice my craft… which I may like even more than the sex (at least on a day like today). And I got to move her heart, her mind, her body. And it was good for her. And I love to see women enjoying themselves.

It was good for me.

I have a lot of growing to do. My point of view of what I want, what I am doing in these moments has already changed many times as I get deeper into seduction. And I am very clear it will continue to evolve as I move deeper along the path.

Today… was a surprise. The whole thing. The timing of the meet up. My lack of “readiness” for it. The quality of the performance. The depth of the reactions from Miss Tease. And the peace I feel on this side of it… proud. And a little more experienced.

An approach on the sidewalk over two years ago led to the experience I had today. And I remain… still so fucking curious about this whole “game.”

Viva daygame.