The story of the scared slut.
So I took a girl to the airport. For a half hour while we were doing airport stuff, this slut circled me at regular intervals from a safe distance with a determined insistence rarely seen in inept Argentina.
She wasn't bad, as far as sluts go. A little short, maybe 1.70, but nicely tonedi, nice tits, nice legs, decent ass, altogether stripper fare. Her face bore testimony to something in the vein of severe sunburn, but otherwise the osature was constructed pleasantly enough. She was fuckable, in a word.
Besides a dusty Jennifer-blonde hairdo she donned the world's sorriest collection of rags. To wit : a tired and worn pair of cutoffs, the sort of item that one can only acquire through reviewing the garbage discarded behind her place of work ; a black top consisting of a piece in front and a gauzy back with (I kid you not!) two inch tall skulls interspersed ; twenty dollar sneakers. She pushed around a cart supporting one pink hardshell suitcase, another indistinct bag atop and a third smaller one on top of the second. Everything in her equipage screamed desperation, and in fairness one can't begrudge a local girl in that sorry state the attempt. She's working out, she's trying to catch the eye of foreign devils where those are to be found, what more can be asked ?
So as we were done and walking indistinctly towards a cafe, she crossed her perihelion and I said to my girl, "let's follow her". We did. She put the best strut in her walk, shaking her butt every step, and we followed. She noticed we're following, and talking about her, within three paces (not that it was hard). She didn't turn, but she did keep looking to the side to catch us in reflection, so it was prety obvious. She kept going. She never turned. Because Argentina is operated by Argentines (soberania!) and they are rank imbeciles (haymasfuturo!) their airport is a flat rectangle with unevenly distributed user flow. There's a very distinct gradient, from the epicenter where everyone mills to the edges where nobody goes, the sad macula of organizational ineptitude. She kept going. We went past the last guards standing idly about, leaving the last of random confused civillians long behind. She kept going. She wouldn't turn. She was coming against the wall. She kept going.
Eventually she turned, and went... into the bathroom. That's right, random slut that spent half an hour circling me, in evident distress, RAN OFF TO THE LITTLE GIRL'S ROOM. We laughed at her and moved on, trying to digest the experience. My girl proposed that I'm broadly correct, she was baiting, but she simply never encountered this situation where she ends up followed by a guy who already has a woman there who is apparently willing to participate. So she froze and regressed, to being 12.
I'm vaguely unpersuaded by the theory. The woman was well in her 30s. Her body carried the evident marks of intensive, deliberate, significant effort expended with clear sexual goals, and it carried them abundantly. It can not be possible that by that age, in her circumstance, she hasn't eaten plenty of cunt. My girl disagreed, "plenty of girls never had any". Her sample is probably less biased than mine. Still... Really ?!
The form stands ready to take your take on the matter and convey it to me for my edification. Thank you.
PS,
- The tone, which is to say the quality of musculature, is a very important consideration, yes ? [↩]
Wednesday, 8 March 2017
the obvious thing to do would have been to send your girl in after her?
Wednesday, 8 March 2017
Here, have some wikilicks :
So now you know.
Monday, 13 March 2017
"a sort of mothership of timeshares"?
You may wish to reconsider your (dim) opinion of the English language?
Monday, 13 March 2017
The Trilema Department of Dog kindly asks you to state your business plainly. Wut ?
Thursday, 30 January 2020
Not a slut, a predatory female sizing you up as prey. She probably picked up signals of wealth from you. If you take the bait, you will be the one getting fucked in the end. Argentina is also a feminist shithole, from what I hear. I'd be dressing down in public if I had the misfortune of having to go there.
Friday, 31 January 2020
A ok.