Sorry for the delay, but I am now back for the second chapter describing my glorious first night in Chicago. As I relayed to everyone in my prior post, the evening started off on a truly carnivorous note at Chicago Chop House. We then transitioned to Transit (no pun intended) which is one of the hottest clubs in Chicago. My new trader friends had arranged for a large table in their VIP lounge, and the night started with a parade of farm-raised Midwestern sluts coming by our table. Steve and his buddies knew quite a few chicks there, and within relatively short order there were six of them enjoying bottle service with us at our table. One blond — Melissa — initially caught my eye, and before long I was out on the dance floor with her — and to my present surprise her friend Amanda soon joined us. I’ve been amply blessed in many arenas, but dancing is not one of them. Dancing with two hot chicks was drawing a bit too much attention for my liking, so I deftly guided them back to a quiet area in order to see if I had a shot at making this night extra special.
It quickly became apparent that both were somewhat bubbleheaded, spoiled party girls — but quite hot ones. Both are 21 and from North Shore suburbs, and they didn’t seem to do or have interest in much outside of shopping and partying. Melissa was a toned blond around 5′ 6, and Amanda a more voluptuous brunette at around 5’8 (with amazingly succulent tits). The idea of a threesome obviously quickly entered my head, and I was gauging the best way to approach this delicate subject without putting them off. I decided that this situation called for a direct route, so I proceeded to kiss Melissa — and then immediately turned my attention to Amanda. After kissing Amanda they looked at each other and proceeded to make-out — and I could tell it wasn’t their first time doing so. After only just over an hour or so in Transit, it became time to transit back to the W for what would prove to be the true highlight of the night.
God, I love Scottsdale — more specifically, I love the Phoenician. If anyone from the Phoenician staff should run across these posts, I apologize for discussing your fine property within such a prurient context — and I also apologize to subsequent guests in my suite for a few stains. However, they’ll probably never see them, so ignorance is bliss. So I got into Phoenix this morning and met up with my buddy and we played 18 here at the Phoenician. Shot a 94, and was quite proud of myself considering how difficult this course was — but enough about golf. After a great steak at Mastro’s, we headed over to the VIP room at Axis Radius. Let me tell you, that place rocks. And, as with most places in America, if you’re a decent looking guy with a few bucks, then scoring there is akin to shooting proverbial fish in the barrel.
So just a few minutes after sitting down at our table at Axis Radius, I make eye contact with a really cute blond. I was about to approach her, but a bright color within my peripheral vision caught my attention. It was stunning red hair sitting on top of a beautiful girl with milky Victorian skin. Unlike the majority of the other chicks in the place, she wasn’t dressed slutty whatsoever. Actually, very restrained, and for some reason she didn’t look like she belonged here. Ordinarily, I don’t go for redheads — but something about her really did it for me. It was a tall task to stand out among all the other hot chicks at this club — and she really wasn’t trying which added to my attraction. Well, to make a long story short, I stayed at Axis Radius for all of 45 minutes — and am now back here at my suite at the Phoenician with sweet redhead Rebecca. I must go now and join her out on the balcony, but I promise to post all the lascivious details soon.
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, 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. 
