Guilt her into Taking Another

HUEBERT's PERSPECTIVE

"Wow. I wasn't expecting that. I think I need to take a nap! Thank you so much for helping me. You're the best my new friend!" - says Jenn.

You contemplate your situation and your options. First, you are in this young, sexy girl's house. Second, she is a bit tipsy and appears to rarely ever drink. Three, she's not acting entirely repulsed by you. Fourth, she feels like she owes you after all your help. Fifth, she's Asian, which is your fetish. You decide this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and would be an idiot to pass this up. You respond, "Invite me in for a drink and take it back halfway through? The least we can do is finish our drinks after all our work." Ignoring her previous hint that you leave you gesture that she sits next to you once again. Jenny does as you hope. As she sits, your sides squeezed together again in this small 2-person couch.

You notice she's warming up as she drinks, and continuing this could end well. Knowing she is uncertain about continuing due to the strength of her drink, you say, "Jenn, I am quite impressed that a women of you age can drink a spirit so elegantly. Most women your age sip with hesitation. You take your sip like a confidently boss-lady. Cheers!" You hold up your drink, and both take a huge gulp, this time without the aftermath of coughing and choking.

When she puts her glass down, you estimate that she has about a half dozen small sips left - maybe 2 ounces of Bacardi 151. Your watered-down glass is still about half full. Time for small talk. You begin to ask her questions about herself, her interests, family etc. Despite not caring about the answer, you presume she is not used to guys actually listening to her, so you give all you got to smile, give follow up questions, and not talk about yourself.

Over the next half hour, you notice her drink is almost gone. You surmise a rough draft plan in your head. First, you'll request a need for her to massage you. Put her in a position where she feels obligated to do so. You think she'll do it as she's a giver and feels like she owes you. Next, you insist on massaging her. Present it like a gift from you to her. This will give you a chance to feel her soft, smooth skin with exploratory freedom. Considering her state and debt, maybe I can get a brush against her luscious breasts or squeeze that tiny firm butt or maybe massage her upper thighs and get a sniff of her crotch.

You notice her glance down at her apple watch. You expect she's going to ask you to leave. Time to take control of the situation. You speak before her she has a change to say anything. "Thank you for having me over. I should leav----" as you stand up, you fake pulling a muscle in your back. "ouch! Any change you could give me a quick massage and help this knot in my back? I saw a table in the corner that I can quickly wipe down. That would help fix this pain that was caused from all the moving today." Hoping you guilt her into massaging me, you wait for her response.

JENNY'S PERSPECTIVE

"Wow. I wasn't expecting that. I think I need to take a nap! Thank you so much for helping me. You're the best, my new friend!" I say, expecting him to leave so I can finish my unpacking and crash.

Instead, he responds, "Invite me in for a drink and take it back halfway through? The least we can do is finish our drinks after all our work."

I'm half taken aback by his abrupt words, but he's right. What kind of person offers a drink and doesn't finish it? I was raised better than that. He glances toward the seat and gestures for me to sit once again. Despite it being too tight for the two of us, I sit again, pressed against his arm, waist, and leg.

I really don't want to drink more, so I decide I'll take little sips until he finishes, then pour the rest out.

As I'm finishing my internal thoughts, Huebert says, "Jenn, I am quite impressed that a woman of your age can drink a spirit so elegantly. Most women your age sip with hesitation. You take your sip like a confident boss lady. Cheers!"

Feeling confident about my maturity, I raise my head as I clink my glass against his and take a big sip. This time, I don't cough, but it tastes just as gross as the first sip.

After the gulp, our conversation becomes warm and inviting. For once, I'm enjoying talking to a man, and it isn't all about him. He actually asks about me, my life, my family, etc. Before I know it, my glass is almost entirely empty, as is his.

I look down at my watch and notice nearly 45 minutes have passed. I also feel wobbly and giggly, signs that I'm tipsier than I've let myself believe.

As I prepare to speak, Huebert says, "Thank you for having me over. I should leav—"

He cuts himself off, points to his back, and says, "Ouch. Any chance you could give me a quick massage and help with this knot in my back? I saw a table in the corner that I can quickly wipe down. That would help fix this pain caused by all the moving today."

He Requests a Massage

1) I decline to massage you, explaining that I haven't given one in years which is why it's so dirty.

2) I agree to massage you. Besides, your back only hurts because he helped you. It's the least you can do.

3) I tell him it's broken and wouldn't' work. I am honestly repulsed by his body and don't want to touch his skin, but I feel bad saying that and am kind of on the fence.

4) I agree but only if you get a massage in return. My body hurts too and it's only fair.

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