Try Your Luck

As you gazed out at the sea of sin taking place in front of you, no one in particular stood out to you. It wasn’t that no one was worthy of you. To the contrary, there was a large number of women you would’ve killed to have sex with not 24 hours ago. It was over-stimulation; your mind was moving too fast. Bianca could see the sensory overload on your face.

“John, may I offer a suggestion?” Bianca said. All you could do was nod in response. “John, don’t go to them. Let them come to you.” You cocked your head to the side indicating to Bianca that you were confused. “Let me show John. First, you’re gonna need to get naked.” You were nervous about taking your clothes off in front of so many strangers. Seeing multiple men who were much older and fatter helped put you at ease. You slowly started removing clothes.

One you got completely naked you instinctively covered your penis. Bianca took your hands and placed them at her side while she remarked, “No need to cover. You have a beautiful cock John”. That took away some of the anxiety. Bianca then pointed to someplace in the crowd and asked you to follow her.

Bianca led you to a leather recliner. You sat in the recliner, pulled up the footrest, and leaned all the way back. Bianca sat on the left arm of the recliner. You then wrapped your left arm around her nude waist. “Alright John” she began, “I’ll stick with you through this one. Just follow my lead and you’ll not only discover how to use the Singles Room, but you may find someone you want to date!”

Bianca pointed to a group of women at the front of the room. “Alright, pick your target. All women in the front are available. Who do you fancy right now?”

You looked over all the options. There were a few you found attractive, but you had a hard time deciding. Bianca leaned in your ear after a few minutes and whispered, “John, you have an hour and 45 minutes left in here. More than enough time to enjoy more than one woman.”

Reading between the lines, you realized you’d be happier picking anyone from the front of the group rather than wasting untold amounts of time waiting for the “right one”. You decided to call over the first girl you found attractive. A quick scan of the group up front landed you on a young African-American girl. You point to her then beckon her over. She practically skips with glee as she approaches you.