Justin checking back in — I think I’ve decided upon my next destinations within my “pussy tour”. I’m heading back East, but don’t worry — Atlanta is not on my list. My communication the past few days with Rebecca has trailed off, and I think I’m now putting her behind me as just one conquest within a long list — hopefully I’ve kicked that habit for good. So I’ve decided to make stops in New York, Washington and Miami. I’ve actually only went to DC once, and it was a quick trip just doing the typical tourist shit. I’ve yet to partake in the area’s governmental pussy, and I am looking forward to banging a few chicks who I’ve been supporting all along with my tax dollars anyway. I’ve spent a bunch of time in New York previously — expensive, but I love an occasional visit. Miami I’ve only been to briefly — several times just to depart on a cruise.
South Beach is obviously a prime destination for the sluttiest of chicks — so I figure I can’t go wrong there. I’m taking off in a few days after a finish up some crap I still have to take care of here. Being it is my home, San Francisco doesn’t count as a “conquest location”, but I did have a particularly pleasing random casual encounter the other day. I was hanging out with a few friends at one of our typical haunts, and a chick was there who’ve I’ve never seen before. This is rare seeing the crowd is mostly regulars, and for some reason she caught my eye. She was exceptionally cute, and seemed very bright when I started chatting her up. She was seated at a table during our entire conversation, and the lighting at this place leaves a lot to be desired. So, after working my wiles as I aptly do — I was able to talk her into coming back to my place to hang out. When she got up from the table, I was a bit aghast — she was much larger than my typical target. I think she sensed my dismay, but I quickly covered it up — I didn’t want to seem like a total asshole.
Well I’d had a few drinks and was horny — and the hook-up was already cemented — so I went with the flow. She was not obese by any stretch, but just more more full figured than any girl i’ve recently been with. In actuality, I have no complaints — it was quite a fulfilling night. I won’t make it a habit, but variety is the spice of life…
I’m back in CA recharging after an amazing stop in Atlanta visiting Rebecca. I must admit that I am now conflicted. I really like this chick, but I am definitely not prepared to give up my carousing ways. Toward the end of the trip, I felt her trying to quantify what sort of relationship I’m looking for. I was open in the fact that I dated several girls (omitting the incriminating details of course), and that I wasn’t looking for a relationship — especially a long distance one. I think mainly this relates to the fact that she is a nice girl, and doesn’t want to think of herself as some random guy’s plaything. I can respect that, and — candidly — there is no way to really continue with her without it ending badly. However, whether I’ll have the willpower to stay away is another question altogether. We’ve talked and texted a few times since I’ve been back home, but I am doing my best to remain aloof and detached. We’ll see how that plays out, but it is time now to plan the next leg of my “pussy tour”.
So far, I’ve been able to snag chicks in LA, Vegas, Phoenix, Chicago and at the University of Nebraska. The trip to Atlanta to “double dip” with Rebecca (who I originally met in Phoenix) doesn’t count — I can only include Atlanta on my list of conquest cities if I do another chick from there (maybe Rebecca might be amenable to another girl joining us? — I hadn’t explored that angle with her yet.). So where to next? A good friend of mine is urging me to plan a trip to Brazil with him — he assures me that the pussy there flows as freely as oil from a busted Gulf well. I don’t doubt it, but that flight is so fucking long — I think I am going to stick domestic now. I’d like to check out a city which I’ve never been — that rules out almost all destinations on the West Coast. I’ll ponder it more — if anyone has any suggestions please feel free to share them.
It’s Justin, and I just got into Chicago. I love this city, but boy do I hate O’Hare Airport. Well, maybe I’m a bit biased at the moment due to an especially cute flight attendant completely blew me off when I approached her while waiting for my bags. Cie La Vie. Yeah, I only write about my successes on this blog, but you can be sure that behind each conquest is a significant number of brutal rejections. Unless you’re a movie or rock star, this goes with the territory. In reality, chasing pussy is purely a numbers game. The more shots you take translates to the more times you score. Wayne Gretzky’s quote that you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take is uniquely applicable when it comes to getting laid.
So I’m meeting up with an old friend from college and a few of his buddies to begin my gluttonous foray into deep dish pizza and juicy Italian beef — along, of course, with a few juicy dishes of a different variety. In reality, Chicago is a great city for hooking up, and the chicks are much more down to earth than most of what I encounter on the West Coast. I got the “Fantastic Suite” here at the W downtown — hopefully it will serve as a den of ill repute during my stay here over the next few days. Well I’m heading out now — I’ll give everyone an update as the action unfolds.
Hey everyone — Justin here again reporting back in. Just got into Vegas after a few days in LA. Just like LA, Vegas is a whole lot different when you have a few bucks in your pocket. I was never a big gambler, but I figured I’d give a craps table here at the Palms a shot before I asked for a comp’d room. I was by a buddy of mine who knows about these things to gamble a bit before requesting a room and I’d have a better chance of scoring a rockin’ suite. So I walked up to the table with $2500 — and after just a few exceedingly lucky runs I was up $6500. I decided this was my queue to walk away when I was ahead and focus on my core mission — chasing pussy. First chore was to hopefully score a cool suite, and I headed off to find a casino host to hook me up. I had only taken a few steps when a cute brunette approached me asking me how I was doing.
Now I’m an OK looking guy, and this is Vegas and all — but this seemed just too easy. My suspicions were proven correct when she indicated that she’d make my afternoon really fun for the bargain price of just $1500. Now, I’m not above paying for it — sluts, whores… what’s the difference? Besides, you are actually paying for her to leave quickly afterwards as opposed to for the act itself. That being said, $1500 was quite a hefty sum for only a few hours — even though I viewed it as part of the Palm’s money I just took from them on the craps table. I employed my best negotiating skills, and soon we reached agreement at $900. I asked her to come with me while I got a comp’d suite from a casino host, and she looked at me a bit funny.
I soon realized why when it became apparent the (female) casino host knew full well exactly what my companion was. However, she only gave me one disapproving look while she efficiently hooked me up with a nice suite for the night. My paid conquest we’ll call Jessica (that is actually the name she gave me, but surely fake so i’ll feel free to use it on here) was 21 and from Phoenix. She insisted that she wasn’t a hooker per se — just a girl who comes to Vegas with some friends in search of some easy extra spending money. The official term I was told is “weekend warrior”. Whatever her title, I was eager to fuck her — and it was actually quite nice. Better than either of my first two chicks in LA. Afterwards, I talked her into letting me snap a pic as she finished showering — so long as I didn’t show her face. I told her my fans insisted. Gonna be here for 3 days — surely many more conquests to come during this leg of my trip.
Hey, Justin here again. Arrived yesterday at my first Justin World Pussy Tour stop of Los Angeles, and trust me — this city is much better once you have money. Staying at the Mondrian and hanging with my buddies Larry and Phil who are more than happy to pick up my leftovers — just kidding guys. Last night we were at Sky Bar, and I don’t think I have ever seen a larger selection of hot chicks in one place. I am falling easily into my new role as young wealthy entreprenuer (even though i’m still fucking clueless as to how I actually made my own money), and girls eat it up. We started out chatting up a nice group of MAW’s (Model/Actress/Whatever), and I became fixated on a hot brunette we’ll call Amy (I won’t be using real names of girls on here — that would be uncouth). Amy was among the legions of aspiring Snooki’s, but she had a bit higher of an IQ. After regaling her with stories of my investing prowess (ha ha), she was more than eager to accompany me down to my suite.
Amy had the honor (or dishonor as the case may be) to be my first conquest within the Pussy Tour — and she performed consummate to this coveted designation as the first fuck on my adventure. She was 22, brunette and built for speed. I’m not positive, but I actually think her tits were real — which is quite a novelty around these parts. In reality, I was quite affectionate with her and felt bad when it came time to blow her off — but it had to be done. I made up some shit about one of my friends back at Sky Bar being about to be deployed to Afghanistan, and I dutifully entered her number into my phone (quickly deleted thereafter). It was only midnight — plenty of time left during night #1 for a second target. I didn’t want to go back up to Sky Bar for fear of running back into Amy, so I texted Phil (Larry had already departed with some skank back to his place in Huntington Beach) and we went off in search of new pastures.
After pulling out of the Mondrian in my rented Ferrari 360 (shout out to the guys at RentInStyle.com), we pulled up at the first red light next to two babes who were immediately attracted to our perceived wealth (in reality Phil doesn’t have a proverbial pot to piss in). Having already had a brunette that evening, I selected the blonde of the two (who was Phil to argue), and I graciously got Phil his own room so he didn’t have to take his chick back to his crappy apartment. We’ll call conquest #2 Cindy — and she is now curled up naked under the 400 count Egyptian cotton sheets in my bed as I sit and have my morning coffee writing this post. I figure I’ll be a nice guy and let her blow me one more time before she gets blown off.
Stay tuned for further adventures — next stop is, of course, Vegas!
Hey everyone — Justin here again reporting back in. Just got into Vegas after a few days in LA. Just like LA, Vegas is a whole lot different when you have a few bucks in your pocket. I was never a big gambler, but I figured I’d give a craps table here at the Palms a shot before I asked for a comp’d room. I was by a buddy of mine who knows about these things to gamble a bit before requesting a room and I’d have a better chance of scoring a rockin’ suite. So I walked up to the table with $2500 — and after just a few exceedingly lucky runs I was up $6500. I decided this was my queue to walk away when I was ahead and focus on my core mission — chasing pussy. First chore was to hopefully score a cool suite, and I headed off to find a casino host to hook me up. I had only taken a few steps when a cute brunette approached me asking me how I was doing.
Hey, Justin here again. Arrived yesterday at my first Justin World Pussy Tour stop of Los Angeles, and trust me — this city is much better once you have money. Staying at the Mondrian and hanging with my buddies Larry and Phil who are more than happy to pick up my leftovers — just kidding guys. Last night we were at Sky Bar, and I don’t think I have ever seen a larger selection of hot chicks in one place. I am falling easily into my new role as young wealthy entreprenuer (even though i’m still fucking clueless as to how I actually made my own money), and girls eat it up. We started out chatting up a nice group of MAW’s (Model/Actress/Whatever), and I became fixated on a hot brunette we’ll call Amy (I won’t be using real names of girls on here — that would be uncouth). Amy was among the legions of aspiring Snooki’s, but she had a bit higher of an IQ. After regaling her with stories of my investing prowess (ha ha), she was more than eager to accompany me down to my suite. 
