35F. I conspired with my 30M ∞/10 LTR to mindfuck some unsuspecting patrons at a bar on Friday night. Because we get off on wild shit and we were really trying to not do coke again this weekend.

I go to the bar solo in a tight red dress and no bra. Step outside to hit my vape (the irony makes it ok) and am approached by 3 targets. All around 0.3-0.4/10. One guy kept his mouth shut so I’d like to bump him up to a 2 actually. They’re dressed like they’re 15 though they look rough 40s, and the “leader” with a wedding ring on approaches me with a deck of cards and asks me to pick one.

Ohhhhh...I think, this is even better than I could’ve hoped for. My thong gets a bit wet. He and his wingman (assistant?) perform multiple tricks for me. I act more blown away by the “magic” than a six-year-old with a learning disability.

I spend the next hour or so pretending to believe this guy is performing actual magic. I laugh at his stupid jokes. He negs me quite a bit and I react exactly as he wishes, because I’ve realized he is red pill as fuck and it is now my duty to dissolve him.

He explains that he is in an open marriage. Of course, his wife is home taking care of the baby that night, but he’s free to fuck as long as I host. He already tells me what we’re going to do at my place.

He also makes multiple accusations that I’m a hooker as there’s no way I would come to this bar dressed the way I am unless I was selling sex. At this point I am so goddamn giddy at this wonderful combination of ignorance and confidence.

I see my Chad 2.0 approaching us in time for me to feign outrage at a hooker accusation. I gesture to him as he arrives at our table and I ask the red-pill ringleader if this is another one of his wingmen who’s gonna lie about his “magic.” Poor fucks look very confused. I storm off and go inside to let my hung hero work his own magic.

Five minutes later, I go back out acting like I’m going to yell at Ugly Gob Bluth, but as I approach the table, my Chad loudly tells me he bet one of the guys $20 that he would be making out with me in 10 min. I grab his shirt by the neck, pull him to the corner of the bar patio, and we get hot & heavy. He grabs my tits and puts his hand up my dress and everything. All while those cucks watch.

We walk back. Houdini tells me I look like the kind of girl who couldn’t even finish high school, I tell the guys to go fuck themselves, then I head towards the parking deck. Ten minutes later, my infinity man meets me there. The first thing he says is “How on earth did you manage to find the three douchiest guys in this bar?”

Apparently one of the guys wanted to fight him after I had stormed away from the table. That didn’t happen as my man was about a foot taller than the tallest one of them, and Red Pillers aren’t really known for having legit balls. My man, with his extremely full balls that were about to be extremely drained, didn’t get his $20 either, but we still feel like we came out ahead.

We went to my place and had some fucking wild, crazy sex. I drew blood from him with my nails, but that’s on him for being so sexy.

I can’t wait til we do it again. This is what the pink pill does for ya, fellas. AMA