My name is Babbette…

Spot: Hudson Bar
Chic: 26/Cuban
Body type: Fit with long flowing hair
Occupation: Bartender

The night started off with what some would call a boring uneventful dinner with clients and their wives. As if having my mother constantly nagging as to when and/or if I would ever get married, I had to put up with a barrage of questions form my clients wives as they tried to pry into my social life. One went so far as to be willing to set me up with her daughter. To which I politely declined. After all fucking a co-worker is perfectly acceptable, on the other hand fucking your clients daughter when said client knows what you are due to his many nights out sans wife, is generally not a way to make your career.

Side note: This is one of my oldest clients, When I moved from my last company to their competitor he came without a question asked.

As the dinner wound down, picking up a scent that the gentlemen weren’t quite ready to go back to the hotel, but they didn’t want their wives to come out, I mentioned my analysts had just finished the proposal and we should stop by the office to hammer out the details. Reluctantly the ladies agreed as we had the car take them back to the hotel.

When the car cracked the corner, cigars were lit and the pats on my shoulder began. Now these guys were in their late 50′s and desperate for a night out on the town. Knowing they had a penchant for the 22-25 year old women, I decided there was only one place to take them to have their ego’s stroked. Hudson Bar.

Usually no one gets a table here, but I couldn’t have then standing like a bunch of schlubs waiting on the little pixies to wander over. So I did what I had to, a bottle of single malt scotch, a bottle of vodka and 3 bottles of champagne. Don’t worry they will be billed back for all this at some point I’m sure.

As the waitress was bringing the mixers to our table I slipped her a couple bills and asked she send over some women who weren’t put off by older men. So said so done. Within minutes the waitress was bringing chic after chic. When the guys got settled in with their lady friends I decided to set up position at the bar and perhaps find a warm body for the night.

True to form I gave the bartenders the once over and set up shop so to speak at the hottest ones station. Her body was ridiculous, not an ounce of fat, an ass you could eat all night and the right amount of perky tits for her 5’2″ frame. I leaned over ordered my drink and turned away to wait for my drink.

As expected she tried to get my attention to give me the drink, but I waiting till she leaned over to tap my shoulder. Turning around I said “sorry I couldn’t hear you” with my fathers sly smile half cocked.

We spent the next couple hours talking, flirting and probing for a little background on each other.

As the minutes turned to hours it was time for me to put my clients into a car and send them home. Good timing to, as she was closing out her shift.

After my clients were gone, I headed back upstairs, asked her for a piece of paper, I wrote down the name of a diner and I told her there would be a car waiting downstairs to bring her for breakfast in about 30 minutes and I walked away.

While I was walking away, she said “you don’t know my name, you haven’t asked for my number and what if I don’t show?” Turning around I said nothing ventured nothing gained and left.

Well I’m happy to blog she showed up at the diner and we had breakfast, it was here we introduced ourselves and exchanged names and numbers. I’m still trying to get over the fact that her name is Babbette. Deciding that I had to slow play her to get her in bed I dropped her home after breakfast and waited a few days to call her.

Now here is the thing about bartenders, they hear it all. So you have to make some form of effort.

Eventually Friday rolled around and I had taken the day off when I called her and asked for her address, initially she asked why and I said I needed to know where to pick her up.

When I picked her up. She kept asking where we were going, all I told her was to pack a bag in case we got wet. About an hour and half later we got to a vineyard on Long Island, not too far from a great hotel ;).

We spent a few hours on the tour and sampling different wines when I threw it out there. “We can stay for the night or we can go back to the city.”

Without any hesitation she agreed, we were both having a great time and decided to venture out of the area for dinner. Found a great hole in the wall restaurant where we shared stories and gained a bit of insight into each other.

After dinner we went back to the jacuzzi in our room. Now I don’t know about you but, Hot tub + wine + 2 horny people = A GREAT FUCKING TIME!

The sex was nothing short of great. I would even give her an A+.

We ended up making a weekend out of it and we still hook up every couple days. Maybe I can get her to do a 3 way with the Indian.

By the way she was Cuban, strike off number 4…

Cry baby…

Spot: Cavo
Chic: 34/Spaniard
Body type: Fit
Occupation: Dentist

Admittedly, this one was hard to find, so I decided to use good old faithful, to find some authentic Spaniard ass (as in  directly from Spain). Match.com. After spending the better part of 2 days to find and chat with this one online, we decided to meet close to her. She lives in Astoria, known for its ambiance and great food I chose Cavo.

Getting there early to set up for my encounter, I had a couple drinks with the bartender. Let me tell you , this breathtaking Moldavian beauty made me want to ditch my date, but she had to work the bar so I had to settle for  the Spaniard.

My date, now 15 minutes late arrives, after giving her the once over I opted for drinks over dinner, still  thinking of my bar maid, plus she looked a lot better in her pictures. In person I’d give her a sober 7 out of 10. But she was a means to an end, after all her purpose was to help me strike number 3 off of the list.

Sitting at the bar, force to feign some degree of interest I started self medicating. Goose and Red Bull, one after the other. Just as I was approaching a zen state of buzz, she did it. She started playing with her hair.

Was this a sign from the gods? Could I start making my move to go back to her place? Turning on whatever charm I had left in me, I seduced her within minutes.

Deciding to kill 2 birds with one stone, I let her touch me and try to make out with me (obviously to see if the bartender was interested). I slid my fingers up along the seem of her jeans to what I would  assume to be  a rather moist and hopefully delectable pussy. Not sensing any resistance from her I threw some cash on the the bar and led her out.

Side note: She lived 2 blocks away.

My blood pressure starting to build with the anticipation of the kill, I put my arm around her waist sliding  one of my fingers under the waistband of her jeans while walking to her place, gently squeezing from time to time to keep her in the mood.

From the moment we got back to her place we were naked and and I was going for the gold. There was nothing I wouldn’t try to do with her, afterall it wasn’t like I was going to see her again, well not intentionally anyway.

After fucking her a couple times (she gets a B- for the sex), I got up and got dressed.

Chic: What are you doing? Where are you going?
Me: I’m going home.
Chic: You can stay for the night.
Me: No, I already did what I had to do.

Chic starts crying and cursing saying she feels used.

While walking out of her room, I tossed a card that simply read “casualdater.net” told her to check out the website in a week or two and it will explain everything.

Adios…

Bitch Boys…

There are a few types of men out there. The one I choose to talk about in this post is the little bitch ass motherfuckers who can’t stand on their own two feet that will probably sell out their best friends just to ingratiate themselves into a woman’s life.

In posts gone by one recurring line about women is “they don’t make them like they used to.” Too bad it’s not limited to women. There are  a bevy of men that fit that category. Hell they probably had the line made for them.

Said bitch boys, typically have delusions of grandeur thinking they will bed the babe unlucky enough to land on their radar. However it is safe to say if she does acknowledge him she wraps him in a bow and puts him into the friend box.

Bitch boys are also known to lack a spine and the testicular fortitude to take  a Type A head on. Instead they choose to hide in the shadows and “pass notes” trying to get ahead instead of swallowing a cock.

Now I’d like to hear from my  women readers (but not limited to) that read this blog. What is your opinion on these sniveling little bitches that try to pass themselves off as men, and when last have you met a real man that took charge, whose answer to your questions wasn’t “anything you want to do”, you know the one cut from the same cloth as say Steve McQueen…

Cheers

Desi Fever Yaar…

Spot: Spice Market
Chic: 28/Indian
Body type: Phenomenal
Occupation: Doctor

Anyone who knows me can say I am a sucker for a tanned chic with long black flowing hair, and usually Indian women fit this bill.

The night started off at Spice Market in the Gold Diggers District for a buddy’s birthday dinner.  As tradition dictated, if it were during the week it was to be a dinner celebration just for the guys. Or so we thought…

Not your parents Bollywood.

After making our way downstairs with mojito’s in hand, our rather stunning hostess sat us down next to a gaggle of women who had the “librarian” look. You know, demure, innocent quiet looking. And like most, if not all women that possess the librarian look we expected them to be well vigorous to say the least.

Side note: the chics were Italian, Greek, Brazilian, Lebanese, Indian and Brazilian.

Side note 2: this is why these guys are my friends. Without a single word we started moving our table to join their’s.

Startled, surprised and blood rushing to their cheeks, one of then mustered the courage to ask what we were doing.

Goose, stepping up to the plate simply replied, “well you ladies look bit bored, we thought we would make your evening memorable, or at least try to.”

Side note 3: I believe women are in desperate need of real men and are bored with the sniveling effeminate pseudo male specimens (hipsters included) walking the streets of New York.

Without another word, my friends and I took our seats and started engaging in conversation with the women. Surprisingly, they actually had opinions and what not. Turns out they were all second year residents at Cornell on 68th and Yorke.

Perking up we make it know who was after which chic. After all its not everyday you find a woman much less 6 women that have the ability to possibly mount a challenge.

Thinking that Indian is next on my list I engage Neha (not her real name) in conversation about her chosen profession, after all I was pre-med at one point. Plus how hard can it be to insert scalpel and cut LOL.

After an hour and a half or so of what turned out to be great conversation and decent food, it came out that these ladies were all off tomorrow and looking to have a good time. Now a good time doesn’t necessarily mean sex, but tonight we were going to steer it that way.

We opted to stay there for a couple more drinks as opposed to going somewhere else and possibly loosing a chic or 2 and hence killing anyone else’s shot at some ass.

While talking to Neha she told me she always wanted to smoke hookah. Low and behold I told her that I had one back at my place and invited her to come with saying that I wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want me to do. Good thing I can be very convincing….

We get back to my place, while Im packing the hookah she is walking around giving herself a tour, peering into my closets, bathroom and of course taking a peak at my bedroom. I put Grey’s Anatomy on (I just had to) the TV and we started smoking hookah and drinking some wine.

Here is the moment I knew she was mine. She inhaled some of the smoke and came within a millimeter of my lips and started blowing the smoke onto me. Waiting for her to finish, i reached behind her head and pulled her in for what would be the first kiss of many. Dropping the hose of the hookah she moves over and starts straddling me. running her hands through my hair then taking my shirt off.

I’m laying on top of her, foreplay is great, she tasted even better when I went down on her (obviously she passed the smell test). Deciding it was more primal, I picked her up and started fucking her up against the wall, her moaning made me want her more, the depth of her breathing sending me deeper inside with each stroke. She started reaching around when I felt her nails sink into me, rought with unadulterated passion I started slamming her into the wall every time she dug in.

Eventually after we took each other to multiple orgasms she gets up and makes her way to my bedroom with a come hither look and the smile of the devil I had seen so many times before on my face.

This librarian wasn’t done with me. We ended up fucking for the better part of the night, by my last count we had sex in at least 15 positions in the bedroom.

After sleeping for about 2 hours I woke up at about 6 A.M. to what I would consider an A class blowjob.

Me being me I reached into my night table for a condom picked her up and took her to the shower.

We ended up in bed again till she had to leave at 10 A.M.

As she was getting dressed she looked over and asked, if I wanted her number or was this just a one night stand for me.

Pleasantly surprised I didn’t get the “I don’t usually do these things” line, I pulled her back in bed for a couple more hours of fun.

Turns out she may stick around as a fuck buddy, because in her words, she didn’t have the time or need for a relationship.

Finally a woman that speaks my language!

Lesson learned, never judge a book by its cover or it’s first read…

The Jewish Chic

Spot: MO Bar
Chic: 29/Jewish
Body type: Taught
Occupation: IB Analyst

Some talk of a point system. I on the other hand much prefer getting my end wet. I have made my way through the first 10 and will blog them in days to come. With that said, each chic gets a yes or a no for being fucked. Plain and simple.

Having just closed a deal in this PoS market I decided my team deserved a night out on the town. It was time to go big, or go home. This wasn’t going to be a night for the timid. Hell I’d even wager that the women on my team have bigger balls than 90% of you sheep reading this.

Let me preface by saying in NYC “The Jewish Chic” has a reputation for their love of swallowing, but ineptitude for a proper dick sucking…

As we entered I knew the status-quo of this dive would not tolerate our behavior or lack there of, doing the only thing to guarantee our position in the bar I ordered a few bottles of Goose and Champagne (none of that cheap shit you see in the rap videos) for my guys.

Tonight I decided was going to be about my team. Let them cut loose before I put them back into their boxes.

After a couple of hours, now starting to hear the same stories over and over I figured I would ride my haze of Goose and Club over to the bar to find a warm body for the night.

To my surprise, there were a pair of women (one standing the other sitting) at the bar, equally gorgeous. At first sight I knew the traditional approach wouldn’t work on either.

Pealing off my jacket I eased in between and ordered a Dirty Martini. When The svelte tanned beauty that turned out to be Israeli said “excuse me, but we were talking here”.

While hanging my jacket on the back of her stool, I said it’s was OK I didn’t mind with a smile on my face.

Apparently she was taken back by my brazen move and introduced herself as Anya and her friend Alinee.

Within half an hour, the three of us were laughing, touching and flirting with each other. Before we knew it, it was closing time. While in the elevator Alinee begins telling me that she is a fan of anal sex, immediately I forgot about Anya. Apparently you don’t leave Baby in the corner. Anya crept up from behind slipping her hand into my pants while reaching for Alinee. With what I would assume is a nod of approval she says ok lets go back to your place.

Side note: Aline was 32, fit and had long flowing dark hair.

Finally back to my place, music on, lights low and wine flowing like water, Alinee and Anya begin making out running their hands all over each others body. We started with the foreplay and the oral sex, but all I could think about was sinking my cock into Alinee’s Brazilian Ass. Every time Anya came onto me  it was as though I were letting my chances with Alinee slip through my fingers.

Side note 2: As I learned later they are bi and are in a relationship with each other.

Tired of the foreplay I decided to bend Anya over my couch and I started fucking her from behind. The sight of Alinee playing with herself coupled with me slamming in and out of Anya made me harder than I have been in years. It was as though I were reliving my youth.

Eventually it was Alinee’s turn. Now it was time for me to do the obligatory fuck her in the pussy for 10 minutes before I could spend hopefully the better part of half an hour in her ass, as this was the moment I was waiting for. One problem, I used my last condom on the Israeli. With that, I was resigned to have only had sex with the Jewish Chic.

At least I got one off the list.

Shalom…

He-Man Women Haters Club dating rules…

For the last couple of hours I have been reviewing two lists.

First you have what some would call the pioneer of list dating, Harper, over at The Daily Flavor then you have BL1Y, what seems to be the legal side to my financial side.

Harper’s list and BL1Y’s lists mirror each other a bit, giving both points of view.

I have decided to throw my money clip into the ring and produce my own by adapting both to suit my Modus Operandai…

Dating Rules for Men

1. Boys do what they can, men do what they want!

2. Always fuck her to within an inch of her life!

3. Guilt is for pussies!

4. As with the markets celebrate your victories and move on to the next.

5. Attachment is for those that lack the testicular fortitude to be a real man.

6. Fuck as many women as possible at the same time, if they don’t like it they can piss the fuck off to those whiny little bitch ass Commercial Bankers.

7. Pick your targets before you get drunk. If you still wake up Coyote Ugly, its a lesson learned.

8. Both Harper and BL1Y speak of the this relationship thing, I’m sorry, it does not compute.

9. Who cares what people think. Fuck ‘em! Are you sheep or man?

10. Every woman has her price/weakness/dream. Find it and exploit it!

Now man the fuck up and get your end wet!

The Hit List…

Like anything else, to be successful, you must define your goals.

At first I decided to count previous conquests (13 based on the list) from within the last 3-4months. However Harper of The Daily Flavor (creator of the actual list) threw in a rule; “all conquests must be new”. Always up for a challenge and for something we shall call professional courtesy I decided to oblige.

Here are the rules;

1. Must all be after March 16 2009.
2. Each may only be counted in one category.
3. No additions, subtractions or substitutions.
4. Show no mercy, take no prisoners.

As I circumnavigate my way through the list, I will strike them off and perhaps blog it.

Updates can be found on The Hit List page.

Here is my list;

1. The Jewish Chic
2. The Indian Chic
3. The Spaniard Chic
4. The Cuban Chic
5. The Argentinian Chic
6. The Brazilian Chic
7. The Middle Eastern Chic
8. The Greek Chic
9. The Swedish Chic
10. The Brit Chic
11. The European Chic (Russian)
12. The Bo Derek (10) Chic
13. The Artist/Musician/Model/Waitress (also the hot dumb chic)
    
14. The Athletic Chic
15. The Good Chic (Best Liar)
16. The Bad Chic (Slut)
17. The Dog Lover Chic
18. The Doctor Chic
19. The Attorney Chic
20. The Over 30
21. The Single Mom Chic
22. The Bridge and Tunnel (B&T/SI) Chic
23. The Blue Collar Chic (Stripper)
24. The Ivy league/DABA/ High Maintenance Girl Chic
25. The Party Girl Chic