Pretend

the intro

"Hey baby," Some random chick came up to him, here he was at some bar when he had a girl at home. A sexy one at that, he's surrounded by women but none of them could be compared to his. He's so stuck up on his girl at home, but she's not faithful. She's always popping that pussy for someone else, she's with him for the money. Here he is sitting at the bar currently on his 4th drink for the night. The girl who wore a tight black lace dress that almost came up to her ass, she must of not been wearing panties because you couldn't see her pantie line came up to him.

"Hello?" The girl repeated with a seductive look, but on her it didn't look slutty. It actually was sexy. She was attractive but just wasn't naturally his type. Who was she trying to fool? He might only be 21 but he has memories to prove that he's seen her kind already. They all wanted him because he was the shit. They played as a bad type, and probably was. She looked like a good type of bad, but behind that he could see she had a geeky side.

The girl walked away. She wanted to stay home anyway. Everything was just a dare for tonight. But she's the queen of dares and who was she to deny one?

He put his drink down right along with the money for his drink. If he said he didn't notice her, he would be lying. He saw the way her body moves it was like she was having fun and not like the others who seem desperate. He walked after her.

"Wait," He shouted over the loud music.

She stopped dead in her tracks. She turned back around to the guy who she regretted going up to.

"Yeah?"

He smirked down at her, maybe her not being his type is a good thing. She looked innocent. "Follow me," She was hesitant to follow him. Usually when a stranger tells you to follow them you walk the other way as fast as you can. Unless you're the people in the movies, then why not?

She looked at her friends, who were basically shooing her to go with him. So like the people in the movies she followed. The least he could of did was give her his name. He led the way with her hot on his tail. When they made it past the grinding, sweaty bodies to the exit he turned abruptly facing her. She backed up slightly, not expecting it.

"I'm Tyler," He smiled under his shades.

"Ty." His smile was so genuine, like he could see past her phony disguise. "Why are you here Ty?"

Ty was taken back, was this an insult? "Wh-what?"

"You're here in a short dress with no underwear. Now that would be fine if you like that or if your friends didn't make you."

She was taken back again. "How, How did you know that?" Now she was suspicious.

"You tried pulling off the bad girl look but I could see that you didn't feel it. You kept furiously pulling your dress down even when it wasn't rising. You were fidgety when you came up to me and lastly when I told you to come with me you looked at your friends for guidance. That's how I know you didn't do it in your own."

What frightened her the most was that he was watching her and that he was right.

"Did I hit it spot on?"" He joked.

In fact he did, he's very attractive but isn't her type. She's not even sure she has a type. He seems like a player, one to have different girls in his bed, or one who has one already and finding another.