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I’ve all the time regarded myself as quite the expert at getting what I want from men. Scratch that, getting men to beg to give me what I want.

Ever since I discovered men’s pathetic weakness for gorgeous women who seem perpetually in need of something, it’s been bye bye boss bitch, hello bitch who’s spoiled for choice.

I’ve conquered men of all sorts — weak willed/minded men who use money as a shortcut to the perks of actually being a man and getting women to want to be bred by them, the ‘romantic’ who isn’t man enough to cut the bullshit Romance and say what he really wants( but hey! I’ve never been shy about getting a little pampering attention before the otherwise pretty lackluster performance,) the butthurt guy who hates the power women have over him and tries to regain some of this power by perpetually ignoring women and secretly wishes this’ll make women want him. Poor soul.

I do feel genuine pity for this dude and sometimes try to be a decent human by lighting up his dark, parched and miserable existence with a warm smile and greeting. That’s usually when stalker mode activates.

My favourite toy tho is the dude who thinks he’s got women all figured out and thinks he’s somehow better than the rest and has so much more to offer, so straightforwardly tells me he wants to fuck(the nerve!) with a shit eating, cocky, know-it-all smirk on his face(is it Hot in here.) I’ll admit, the last dude tho, puts up the best effort in the sheets of all three.(I never fucked a Mr Butthurt)

Scratch that, this MF works his fucking butt off trying to prove to me that his dick offsets all the attention, presents and Romance in the world that he won’t be giving me.

But favourite tho he may be, he’s still a slave. My slave. At my service. Just in a more get to the point kinda way. And it kinda works for me. Although he tends to get sloppier and cockier with time until I just have to send him off to oblivion.

I’ve seen them all and so respect non of them because men to me are like dumb playthings that literally offer their best features to you; be it money, charm or dick for nothing! Just like those hopeless restaurants, hotels and casinos who give their very best services and treatments for Free to celebs and critics and get shit attitude back and lap it all up. All in hope of a good word about them. Some gain! Needless to say, I was a spoiled diva through and through. Women feared me(poor things) and men hated me(little thin skinned fuckers) which made them want me even more.

I was even beginning to think about bequiting my straight card and fucking with bitches instead because I was damn sure to do a better job giving women what they really wanted than men ever could.

Then came Dallas!

The new neighbor.

He was tall, about 6’3, very athletic, strong looking without being bulky, dark and serious with a gait that seemed both casual and intent, eyes that seemed to be holding in lava while trying to maintain freezing temperature and a swagger that said look at me at the same time that it seemed to say I don’t care what you think. All the time wore black and spoke to no one.

Boring.

At first sight, he seemed like Mr favourite plaything only it’s been a month since he moved in and hasn’t even as much as breathed in my direction. Now I’m hard to go unnoticed. For fuck’s sake I’m a 5’8 voluptuous ebony Queen of Liberian and Somalian decent with shimmering silky chocolate skin and a firm, big and taut pair of buttocks, thighs and breasts. I play school volleyball 3-4 times a week and squat more than my Ass and thighs can thank me for.

I all the time get a kick from watching guys who didn’t give the first fuck about volleyball cheering me. It didn’t matter to them if I was just bent over and panting like a sow or just lost a 100-0 to the opposition, nobody had ever quite hit a volleyball like me.

I decided to take upon myself the task of figuring Dallas out and by that, I meant getting him to use a strategy on me before the end of his third month in. Meanwhile, I’ll get every Intel available on him before then. So I recruited some of my lapdogs on my apartment block to get to know what the new uppity neighbor was about.

Larry was the first to get any Intel on Dallas. Larry has all the time been there for me. He’s at that point where I believe a man could do anything for a woman. He found out his name and nothing else when he went on charm offensive to his door on a getting-to-know-the-new-neighbor mission. Then came running back to me with acid in his tongue about what a pretentious prick Dallas was for only deigning to give him a curt, dispassionate welcome for his troubles. Needless to say, I was the only one who wondered much of Dallas.

I was quite impressed tho that Dallas treated everyone the same. It meant he didn’t have a thing against women. He had a thing against the world. I wanted to know more.

Next thing I learned was that this guy worked out twice everyday. Once in the morning and in the evening 6 days a week in some sort of martial arts as was told to me by an overly excited Douglas (another of my fans. He’s bi) who worked out in the same gym as him. Doug nearly had a heart attack while describing how hard this guy hit a heavy bag.

Had I just unwittingly set out to tame a wild horse? More and more gym escapades were related to me by Doug until I decided I had to see this man workout myself.

It was a Saturday and I wore a pair of Ass hugging, thigh flaunting pair of black boxer briefs, a form fitting red Manchester United jersey wickedly pulled to a knot just above my abdomen. Then I tied a red bandana round my forehead just beneath my crazy big curly dark brown afro that had never seen a razor in all my 24 years of existence. Needless to say, I was gorgeous and knew it.

One thing I’ve learnt is that the solo animal gets the most attention. So I walked in alone. And as usual, whole activities halted, people with eternally varying views on life all united in wondered, feelings and intent as they all viewed the same thing in this moment. Guys united in lust, girls, in disgust. But all eyes were on me. All except one…Dallas wasn’t here. Then around came Doug grinning ear to ear throwing both his hands out to me in an embrace all sweaty and manly. I returned his enthusiasm.

‘Look who’s out on the manhunt’ he chided.

‘Hoping to discover someone worthy of that label’ I hit back, while giving the place that covert, yet all-seeing scan that only a woman’s eyes can achieve.

‘Well then, you’re in the wrong place. The wildest game all the time roam Free.’

He said as he pulled me toward the rear window of the gym.

Then he pulled the blinders and there he was, out in the ‘wild,’ lone like a disgruntled wolf who’d grown sick of the pack.

My God was he a sight! I saw him shirtless for the first time and something about the way he seemed so removed from his surroundings made every move he made spellbinding even though he was doing the most uninteresting exercise ever: running.

Now I’ve watched countless guys workout. But they all seemed so self conscious like they were obsessing about how they came across or were obsessed with seeming not to care how they came across. But with Dallas, it was so pure, carefree, primal unrehearsed, genuine and even somewhat spiritual(I’ll be damned if I didn’t instantly imagine him fucking me with the same reckless abandon) and yet so intent that even a blind man could see he wasn’t doing it for attention. But boy, did he have my undivided attention.

‘Do I get a mop?’ Doug said snapping me out of my trance.

‘Whh..whhaat?’ I stammered.

‘Bitch you is literally drooling on the entire floor.’

‘No. I’m not. It’s not my fault though that such creatures are an endangered species.’

‘What’s it with girls and assholes? Every guy that’s met that fucker right there agrees that he’s the Ass in asshole and yet you girls all but hand him your panties to inspect.’ He spat without even once stopping to breath.

‘Are there other girls?’

‘I should probably tell you no, cos if I say yes, then I’m sure you’ll be acting way more thirsty than you already are.’

‘Thanks alot.’

‘Well, I think I’ve had enough for today. My entire hammys feel like they’re on fire. Are you coming with me?

‘I just got here.’

‘And you shouldn’t have bothered. Girl have you looked in the mirror lately? The things I’ll do to see those shorts dow…’

‘TMI Doug. I think you’ve done more than enough to me already. I can do without any more action from you.’

‘If you change ur mind tho hunny, you know where to discover me.’ He trailed as he walked out of the gym.

And there was Dallas walking in. Doug mumbled a greeting to him and he replied with a nod and mumbled something back as he walked past.

Then Doug turned around facing me as Dallas turned his back to him and made a mock gesture imitating Dallas’s alpha demeanor. He looked a proper Ass.

Then Dallas started walking straight to me and I could’ve bet my womb he was going to talk to me. Only when he was literally a sweat away from me did I realize I’d been standing beside a heavy bag doing absolutely nothing.

‘Now I can not remember ever being nervous or awestruck in the presence of a man. I believe myself to be pretty comfortable with the opposite Sex. I’ve all the time been in the business of men and if anything, they’re the ones who usually act all flustered around me.

Not Dallas.

This man made me feel small in a way that was both scary and delicious. His essence made me feel like this was the first time I was ever in the presence of a man.

I seeped.

My nipples grated against my bra and my amply bosom swelled toward him. This man was a walking house of pheromones.

Then he spoke!

Till this day I don’t know what words he used. Something about me stepping apart. But I’ll never forget the sound of his voice. It was so fucking low and throaty. His eyes seemed so cool and slightly bored, yet I could feel a torrent of emotions tightly sealed behind them. He proudly jutted out his granite chin after he spoke out of his crisply pursed thin lips that seemed to have never moved as they rested slightly downturned at both corners as he looked down at me with a look that seemed to try so hard to conceal sheer contempt.

His jaws were slightly clenched, nostrils a bit flared and he seemed ready to spit in my face any moment. I loved every bit of it.

His entire posture clearly indicated that he was used to being obeyed and expected nothing else. He was effortlessly compelling. I couldn’t have defied this man for the life of me.

‘Oh so sorry Sir. I have no company being around here. Sorry to break your workout’

I said in my most dainty, scared little girl voice in between nervous giggles as I turned around giving him full view of the best part of my anatomy and shuffled away from the bag, hoping he’d lap up my act and come running to me.

No man had ever resisted my battle tested scared little daddy’s girl special.

One. Two. Three. I counted in my mind half expecting him to come running up to me like a little poodle and half praying he was as much a man as I’d hoped he’d be. Then it happened.

Pow! pow! pow! thundered the gym as his hands connected with the bag. I shuddered and quickly turned around involuntarily and although his back was to me I could swear I could see the thinnest of smile ripple his otherwise perfectly still face.

God I hate him!

I was furious! This dude had just blatantly ignored me. His eyes didn’t even for once flicker to my boobs as I thrust them out full mast. I’m sure he recognized me cos we’ve walked passed each other various times around the house. Who the fuck did he think he was. Did he know who I was? What I did to men with just a snap of my fingers? It was war and I was determined to win no matter the cost. I was pissed and I was wet like crazy. I tried to play it off cool and I believe I put on an Oscar deserving performance.

I proceeded to begin a weighted squat program with a zeal I didn’t recognize and made sure to have my derriere in full view of the man I had just declared a bloodless war against. I wanted to torture him with thoughts of my naked body until he exploded in lust and begged to be my slave because that was the only way I could forgive myself for having already been a mindless slave of his.

I put on my headphones and blasted away.

Few minutes later, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

So easy?

I slowly turn around a see a pretty interesting sight. Normally I’d be impressed, but today and right now I was utterly disappointed.

Dallas was exactly where I’d last seen him and was now really sweating. While this delicious looking hunk was face to face with me grinning ear to ear like a retarded pig in shit. Don’t get me wrong. He was divine. But right now, Dallas made anyone else seem like a leper to me.

‘Hello. I’m Mark. Seems you’re new around here. But definitely not new to working out. Seems you’re new in town.’

He oozed such charm that’d have made a paediatrician seem like an utter creep.

Boy o boy. He was also tall, over 6′ built like a tank in one of those flimsy singlets guys wear to show off their bodies(gosh, just take off the silly thing.)

Dude got arms and a chest that made Dwayne Johnson seem anorexic. He seemed like a model straight out of a steroid commercial. I liked what I saw.

‘You’ve got great form. How long you’ve been working those things?’ he asked.

‘What things?’ I replied coyly.

He instantly turned bright red in embarrassment.

‘I mean the weights.’ he let out a nervous attempt at a chuckle and shuffled his feet and quickly looked around tentatively as though he was expecting someone to shout ‘creeper! creeper!’

I smiled inwardly at the effect I was having on him. Cute little thing. I thought if he could do more than giggle like a nun with an unduly high libido with those steel cut lips of his.

‘Oh! Quite long but obviously I’ve got nothing on you.’ I said, my voice dripping mischief.’

‘Hahaha’ he burst out in laughter. I’ve actually never missed a workout in the last 17 years.’

‘Poor thing.’ I wondered. He must have a rather small dick. I wouldn’t put it past him to be downlow to.

I had to take control of this situation quick before he talked himself out of this Pussy. He seemed quite the dumb brute. Now I Love dumb brutes so long as their mouths are only used to pollinate my nectar dripping cunt.

‘Why don’t you pay me a visit at my place tonight by 8 so I could introduce you to my secret nighttime workout formula. I get too moist for a public setting like this.’

With that this fella hurriedly typed in my address and contact details in his phone as he all but bowed at my feet in thanks. Then he gave me a hug and whispered:

‘I can not wait. You’re perfect.’ Then he walked away trying to play it cool. But I’m sure he could’ve floated to China if the wind had risen just a bit.

I’d almost forgotten about Dallas when I turned around and saw him sitting on one of the steps of the boxing ring gulping water from a bottle, with his side to me. Had he been watching me? I believe he had. But did he even care?

I searched his face for the faintest clue and it seemed like I was trying to read words written in invisible ink. Gosh I was loosing and I was loosing bad. Then he turned and caught me staring. I tried to look away but too late. He must’ve wondered I was a stalker. Then he began to get up and started to leave just as silently and aloofly and he had entered. Who was this man?

I spent the rest of the month in utter misery. For once I felt completely powerless over a man. Within the month I had said hello to him with my brightest and most cheerful smile and I had completely ignored him and yet this man wouldn’t bite.

Maybe you might want to know that it turned out I was spot on about Mark. Dude wanted a Mummy to straighten out his gay Ass. Well, it wasn’t so bad as I’m really a switch. But I couldn’t go on with it and just introduced him to Doug.

After three months of countless articles on making a guy chase you and subpar Sex with almost any guy I met. I decided I’d had enough.

I’d have to take the fight to him!

On D-Day, I showed up at his door by 7:30pm on a ‘welcome mission,’ braless, with a big wide necked T shirt that dropped on one shoulder and a ripped jean bumshort over the thinnest thong ever made.

The closer I got to his door, the harder my heart beat and the hotter my Pussy got. By the time I got to his door, I was a mess. I stood transfixed for a solid minute of two…maybe five and would’ve aborted my mission if only my legs would’ve moved. Then his door opened and there he was looking down at me like I was nuts. It seemed he’d just gotten outta the Shower. But somehow my Pussy was wetter than all of him. I probably looked crazy standing before someone’s door like that.

‘Hi. I’m Olivia’ I blurted sheepishly

‘Dallas’

‘You’re the new neighbor and I wondered I’d come say hi and welcome.’

‘That’s nice of you’

I looked deep in his eyes trying to detect the smallest cue as to what he wondered of me, of the world, of himself.

I was chilled to my marrow by the blankness of the eyes that stared back at me. At this moment I was desperate for a reaction. Any emotion. Any indication that there was a man behind the machine; be it anger, shame, boredom even disgust. Anything was better than what I was getting which was utter emotionlessness.

‘Can I come in?’ I blurted out just to break the silence.

Only after I’d said it did I realize I’d fucked up. Or did I?

I prayed with all I held dear that I’d said the right thing. This looked too bad.

‘Why?’ He asked

I was stunned! I just stood there looking at him and utterly speechless. It felt like my head went blank. My sassy, witty, fiery tongue went dry. Then I realized I had just broken my one unbreakable law of seduction: NEVER CHASE A MAN. I was at his mercy. I’d been subjugated by this man. I was in the inferior position; not because he’d forced me into it or excluded me from equal rights. I’d offered myself up beneath him.

My eyes were watery. But for the life of me I couldn’t turn around and make the walk back to my place. I couldn’t stand that walk.

I couldn’t bear his smug and superior eyes taking me in as I retreated like a defeated gun-shy puppy with its tail tucked between it’s legs vowing never to fight again.

Maybe then he’d smile at me. O gosh. That’s what got me into this. I desperately wanted this man’s approval. I wanted him to look at me the way every man I’ve ever met looks at me. I wanted to enslave him. But now I’m caught in my own web. Now the tears were really gaining weight.

But I had to leave with something. I had to get back at him somehow. He couldn’t win. He had to pay! Right?

‘Will you fuck me?’

O God please let that be my inner wondered

‘Is that what you want?’

O God he heard me. Now I’m truly fucked. I was in way too deep. He knows!

How do I answer the question?

I could be a coward and say ‘no, that I was just seeking to discover if that’s what HE wanted.’

It was a stupid move I knew it. But it was safe too. And it was my last shot however weak to regain some power.

‘Yes.’ I said.

I could’ve sworn I saw a flicker of a smile form at the corner of his mouth. Then it was no more. Was it a gloating smile of victory or was it something else. Right now I didn’t care. I looked up intently at him with eyes begging him not to reject me. I’d long forsaken any semblance of pride and dignity. I’d handed my worth over to this man and now I awaited his verdict.

‘I don’t make Love, or have Sex or even fuck…’

‘What are you a monk?’ I was going to say.

‘I use, abuse, degrade and humiliate women.’ He continued. Still stolid.

‘Huh?’ I coughed

Nothing.

God, he’s good. Now i’ve watched my fair distribute of ghettogaggers and can not count how many orgasms I should thank them for. But I had to confirm my suspicion. I needed to be sure this dude was the real deal and so I’d feign ignorance.

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