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Scottsdale, AZ on 2006 Bootcamp with Sinn

Winged with a student. Took on HB5 friend. Student’s girl was pretty hot. Went back to their hotel. I pulled my HB out under the pretense of getting diet coke and having a look around to give student a chance to escalate. She kept trying to go back in after I got my diet coke so we went into the laundry room which was no more than a closet with a washer/dryer.

I escalated, minimal LMR, she worried if there were cameras. I put my diet coke on top of the dryer and started taking her from behind. She spilled my diet coke so I turned it into a revenge fuck.

~ CJ ~

LR: Captain Jack and Sinn do Dallas (aka CJ Battles Satan and Lives) November 18^th, 2006

In Austin, Texas I looked upon the face of Satan and lived.

Deep, deep in the bowels of hell Satan decided he wanted a night out on the town. For this excursion to the physical plane, he clothed himself in the female form with long, hot legs, a pert ass, near perfect tits and a face full of acne cleverly concealed with several bottles of foundation.

Right about 3:00 am I was waiting for Sinn in the hotel room because I had a hot Lebanese and hot Latina lined up ready to come and have wild ethnic sex with us. I opened the set earlier in front of two students so they could see lock-in and what attraction looks like from the outside. Sinn came in and winged with me for awhile and they wanted us to Bounce with them to eat and then come to our hotel.

But, he showed up with Satan and her friend who had eye-catching extra large boobies (Sinn’s Achilles Heel). Being the good Wing I am I began befriending Satan.

Let the battle begin. I tried befriending. I switched to dismissiveness and then went all out neg warfare.

Back and forth we tugged ever so subtly with our language. I tried to make it look to Sinn’s Target like I was ok with her friend spewing venom so Sinn could continue.

Sinn and his Target left for a while. After a machine gun barrage of negs, disqualifiers and DHVs I got Satan out of her chair and did the Trust Test plus a few spins. Then, I set her next to the bed on me with my arm around her. The air around us began to buzz with the sexual tension which usually precedes a serious bout of tongue-down.

Satan was about to crack.

No sooner had the air electrified than there was a knock on the door. She got up to answer the knock and then went back to her chair. State broken.

Sinn’s Target had booked Satan a room in our hotel.

Being the gentleman PUA I am (to give Sinn a chance to escalate and close) I offered to escort Satan to her room.

As soon as we were outside the room she said, “Just to let you know my daddy was fraternity brothers with the District Attorney of Austin so if you try anything…”

CJ: “What the hell are you talking about? That’s weird.”

In her hotel room I continued working on her. I wanted to close just so I could say I nailed Satan in human form.

Again, I had worked my way into her bed. I opened each new thread with a neg or disqualifier. She took her bra off and threw it on the floor. I grabbed her ponytail and said, “Is that a new fragrance called “Bar Smoke?””

She said, “O! My hair normally smells pretty…this sucks!” I started smelling up her neck and pulled her ponytail. She arched her back and shoved her ass into my crotch.

Then, again with superb timing, Sinn and boobie girl show up. ASD goes through the roof and bitch shield goes back up.

Another battle ensues.

While I was locked in a supernatural battle with Satan, Sinn sucked on some way above average titties in the other bed.

I began each new conversational thread with a sniper neg aimed right at Satan’s ego. This bought me the next few sentences. Back and forth we battled and I knew at that point just how Charlie Daniels felt while he battled for the fiddle made of gold.

Charlie didn’t want the gold fiddle. It wasn’t about the gold fiddle at all. It was about beating Satan.

Now, I’m gonna go out on a limb here and tell you if that if your Wing is NOT down with battling Satan so you can suck on some huge titties, you might wanna find a new Wing.

In short, I didn’t close. I fell asleep but not before making the sign of the cross, chanting Buddha five times and praying to Krishna for protection. But, it was fun in a demented sort of way.

Now, fast forward to Monday, November 20^th, 2006. Sinn and I roll up to Big D with a combination of Eminem and Jerry Jeff Walker blaring.

We hit a new Monday night venue that I’ve had a pretty good amount of success at and Sinn opens a cute 2set to start a Jealousy Thread with one of his earlier Targets.

At this point it was clear to see why Sinn is considered one of the best ever. He had no less than 4 girls in this somewhat tiny venue attracted to him.

Our waitress probably would’ve quit on the spot for a chance to have sex with him.

I began working the obstacle which was easy because she knew her friend was already attracted. I merely tried to stay one step behind in the process so we could keep a nice pace. This is important when you are winging. You want to be in roughly the same spot give or take a step.

I ran all the normal stuff.

Trust Test.

Dye my soul patch blonde?

Strawberry fields.

“Looks not enough” A3 routine.

Light bill story.

General get to know you comfort stuff.

We pulled back to the infamous Pirate Pad™. I put on a DVD. I was on the couch with my girl and Sinn and his Target laid on the floor snuggling.

I began escalating on the couch. She kept saying, “I don’t want to tease you.” So I’d freeze out, wait a minute or two and start making out again. We did this about 3 times and then I pulled her into the bathroom and started administering my new anti-LMR tactic: Hardcore ass spanking.

Closed the deal on my bathroom floor and then in my bedroom. Numero 4 for Nov.

By Tuesday we were so worn out we just hit a few Big D venues and ran some sets.

Wednesday morning I took him to the airport so he could jet on up to Toronto to assist with Tenmagnet’s workshop.

~ Captain Jack ~

LR: After Hours Loving