Summary
A field report and introspective of a scenario I did not expect to find myself in.
Hookup girl and prospective new plate finds herself drawn to me through my refusal to enter her frame, even though she feels like she hates it.
I find myself suddenly repulsed by her when she too-brazenly discusses her slutty past, even though I don't feel like I should care about her prior promiscuity since I'm not looking for anything serious.
    Body
Some personal background: I'm a 26 year old male who discovered Red Pill about a year ago, my physical SMV has been steadily climbing ever since along with my game. My count's now at 12, and prior to the girl in this field report, my previous peak was HB7. I currently have one stable plate and I've beenI do not present myself as a shining example of masculinity here - I handled a lot of things well, but I also flubbed plenty of shit tests and fucked up a lot. I'm writing this report not only to collect my thoughts and learn from the experience, but also because I found the situation to be particularly interesting as it caught me off-guard and reminded me that the rules of human attraction apply to ME just as much as they do to the women I court.   I messaged a cute little HB8-9 online one afternoon last weekend and we hit it off; the conversation quickly turned flirty and, long story short, she ends up inviting me straight over to her place at 11pm. Obviously I'm fully aware at that point that she is clearly a slut, but sex is sex, and I was excited - she was hotter than my usual calibre AND this would be my first direct internet-to-bedroom, not even any pretense of simply hanging out, Hookup-Culture hookup. Finally, I had acceptance to the casual sex society I had been envying from a distance for so long. And from a hottie!
  I got my ass over there and we get to it. She's a cute 8, down from the 8-9 promised in her photos, as is to be expected - but she's exactly my type physically, so I was very pleased. The sex was pretty much immediate and phenomenal, I was driving her completely crazy, and she was doing ALL my favourite things without me even needing to say anything. She's all over me with affection once we're done, which I always love, my ego is stoked from not just banging my hottest girl ever but absolutely rocking her world, and I fall asleep a happy man, bailing for work a few hours later (early the next morning).
  I shot her an anti-regret-rape text around lunch - Hey, had fun last night. Gonna be so tired today - and she responded quickly and positively. Looks like round 2 is on the cards. At this point I became very aware that although I thought this girl was awesome plate material and my beta-side was dying to fawn over her, I was an alpha Chad to her - I was a man of mystery who showed up late one night after some online banter and fucked her brains out, told her nothing of myself, and left before dawn. It was tough to keep the beta in chains and not message her constantly - very much in the "fake it" stage - keep vaguely distant in conversational style, don't check messages too often, be sporadic in replies, twist things back to sexual talk and keep to logistics as much as possible. I sketched out plans to meet later in the week and started laying down some compliance tests - tell her to wear a dress and heels, etc. She puts up some token resistance but comes round without much of a fight and seems to enjoy it.
    I showed up at her place tonight for round 2. She is not dressed up sexy like I'd told her, she's wearing baggy comfy clothes, so I gave her some shit for it - something about how she's clearly not made an effort for me - delivered, of course, with a shit eating grin. She went immediately on an aggressive defense strategy, saying I was rude and how dare I come into her house and insult her, tell her what to wear in her own home - blah, blah, blah. Shit tests galore. My responses were either blank stares (if in doubt, say nothing) or some pretty shitty attempts at aloof IDGAF game. Ultimately I realised that this wasn't getting better - I wasn't quick-witted enough to defuse her shit tests on the fly, blank stares weren't cutting it, and obviously a supplicating beta apology wouldn't lead to sex either. I was getting irritated with the situation, so I decided to go for broke, said "Look, this is boring, so, I'm gonna go", grabbed my coat, and hit the bricks. Checked my phone at the end of the street, not expecting to hear from her ever again, but lo and behold:
"Just come back im sorry"
The biggest weapon in a man's arsenal - willingness to walk.
  Once I got back to the house, she was still a bit shitty, but much more responsive to playful teasing and things quickly escalate. I was driving her wild again, she was saying she hated me, and I'm a total asshole, you know the drill. These words used to inspire fear in me as a bluepill beta, but with the light of Red Pill shone upon them, they're now music to my ears. Things wind down and we start to talk a little. She tells me I'm not like anyone else she's met before, I don't give in on ANYTHING, she's used to things always being on her terms, and she's not sure if she's OK with that (giggle)!!
She asked me what I was "looking for" and I think I handled it pretty well, noncommittal and unashamedly promiscuous but with a bit of chick-bait in there to give her hope that maybe, just maybe, she could be the one to lock me down.
    Here's where it all went sideways... In a quiet moment I asked her what SHE was looking for. Idle curiousity really, I was weighing her up for plate status not anything more - her intentions are irrelevant and I shouldn't have bothered. Her response:
"I was in a relationship a few months ago, and we were about to move in together, but at the last minute I thought it didn't feel right"
Heh, I'm thinking beta guy who theoretically was perfect for her but just didn't give her Die Tingelsen. Sucker.
"So, we broke up, he moved away, and since then I've been sleeping with *A LOT** of guys..."*
Uh... I mean I was aware she was a slut since day 1, if I'm honest with myself I'd been hamstering that fact away. But hearing her say it like that, "a LOT of guys"? Brazen, unapologetic sluttiness. An unavoidable, unhamsterable reminder of just how many others had been there before me. Instant, massive turn-off. Biological. Non-negotiable. Immediately I feel weird that she's even touching me. I tell her that's pretty unattractive and she should keep that kind of stuff about her past to herself. Silence for a minute.
"I just seem to attract the assholes though, guys are all assholes online" Yeah, I'm sure she does. No way can it be that actually she's choosing the assholes and scrolling right by the sweet beta guys, right? "I mean one guy even offered to pay me for sex. And he didn't look ANYTHING like his pictures"
Wait. What? You didn't ACTUALLY whore yourself out like that...
Silence.
  At that moment I became aware that here I was, lying naked in bed next to a gorgeous girl, that I have great sex with, who deeply wants me sexually, and who I want nothing more from besides sex - and based purely on some words she's said I now feel repulsed by her. Almost all attraction toward her is stone dead. I feel uncomfortable with her touching me. There's that thirsty part of my brain that says "just let her carry on, you don't have to do anything since she knows she's in your bad books she's eager to please, you don't need to ever see her again afterward, you might as well get laid tonight, you're 98% of the way there". Ultimately I gave in - also because she's already learned how to get me fired up physically - but it's not particularly satisfying, and after I bust my nut I still wanted to leave as fast as possible. She was clearly feeling kinda hurt and on my way to the door she catches me for one last round of questioning. Would I see her again? Why does the past matter if it's just a fuck? So I'm allowed to fuck others but she's not? Thing is, I agree with her on a logical level, but I can't help the physiological desire to get away from her. I flub most of these questions except the last one - "I don't know if that's enough, even" - and I finally bounce. I bet I'm the first guy to ever turn her down, and I wonder whether I have just created an alpha widow. I'm concerned about a regret-rape situation, having just left a woman feeling scorned and slutty and inadequate after sex, but our prior text exchanges are pretty damning evidence - and when I got home I saw she texted and tried to call me whilst I was driving anyway. We had a bit of a conversation, enough to hopefully confirm my innocence to a jury should it ever go that far - amusingly even then she hadn't gotten the idea and was making jokes about sluttiness. Still, I think we're done here.
    LESSONS LEARNED
- You just CANNOT negotiate your attraction - none of us. Women's attraction toward strong-framed asshole men, men's visceral unattraction to openly slutty women. Think whatever you like consciously - unconscious desire doesn't give a fuck and that's what's steering the ship, bucko.
- If you can get her into bed in the first place, laying good pipe can make a girl 1-2 points higher massively invested in you and desperate to continue getting your attention.
- Do not underestimate the ultimate male weapon - walking away.