Thought I would share a small field report of how I managed to asshole my way out of a possible threesome.

I was out last night, meet a friend for a few drinks and dinner before started work. I'm in the process of re-establishing my summer plates after a winter of ONS', so I had zero luck finding anyone to join me out after. Since it was a work night, I decided to head to a regular cocktail bar, hangout for a little while and head home for a bowl and an early night (I have a club night and house party in another city this evening).

While hanging out at the bar, a lovely looking blonde approaches the bar next to me. I open her, and the conversation goes well. I have a small deal with most of the bar staff in this venue, don't serve any girl I am chatting too if they can avoid until I signal them. It works well to avoid getting interrupted, and is solid social proof. We chat for about 10-15mins, until I mention I've distracted her from the bar. She orders her drink, offers to get me one, which I turned down as I just gotten one. She invites me to join her group, and I reply I might later on, we hug and she leaves.

I wait 30mins before I joining her group, which consists of about 10 girls. Upon joining them, one of the girls practically throws herself across her friends and table to sit next to me, managing to knock over and smash a full glass of wine. I teased her about it while I got one of the floor staff to come clean it up for us.

I do the round of introductions, and it becomes clear I am going to have trouble isolating anyone as I'm struggling to disengage from the group as a whole (on a somewhat related note, anyone have any pointers on breaking from the group when everyone keeps quizzing you?). I find out they all work at the same school (teachers are always fun), and when they decide to ask what I do for a living, I throw out something random and move on.

The conversation flows, the girl that sat next to me is now sitting facing me, her hand on my thigh, and her legs inside mine, her foot rubbing up the inside of my leg. Another one of the girls is sitting on my right, with her hand on my hip. Things seem to be going well.

I head to the bar to get a drink, and on returning, the girl that was on my right isolates me as I join the table and we chat. We once again get onto the topic of my job, which I again reply with something silly. This seems to really annoy her, and she is now determined to find out what I do for a living so I decide to wind her up.

After a few minutes of joking about doing crazy jobs, her visibly getting more frustrated, I insist we join the group again. On sitting, the girl with her legs in mine returns them, and the girl that isolates me returns to sitting on my right, her hand is now in my thigh.

We chat for a while, but it keeps coming back to my job. By this point, I'm pretty sick of them being so obsessed with finding out, and pretty much let them know I am heading back to the bar. At this point, the girl that isolated me turned and said: "You shouldn't have lied about what you did for a living, you could have gotten with me and my friend. You missed out on a fun night with both of us"

I laughed and replied "Let's be honest, your pal is far too drunk, and after that comment, your way too big headed for me and a bit of a bitch. More importantly though, I don't do threesomes on work nights"

The look on her face was priceless, and a few of the other girls laughed. I said my goodbyes, got the number of the girl I opened at the bar and headed back to the bar.

During the conversations with some of the other girls, I had told one or two of them what I did for a living when it came up naturally in conversation. What I hate is the 20 questions mentality, and I will push back against it.