Thread: Wicked Deception (Orgasmo vs. Silver Lining)

Oh, starting with the compliments already, huh? he said in response to her shining knight reference and flattering remarks about his fashion sense. Well, just so you know, Im not like most other guys the compliment thing isnt going to work with me. Im not giving you my phone number so just quit it, Darryll stated with a straight face, though it was plainly obvious by his exaggerated tone of voice that he was only kidding around with her. Besides, I prefer gifts and money, he quipped for the punch line. As Darryll watched the provocative way in which Evelyn placed the olive garnish into her mouth, he couldnt help but wonder if she possessed the compulsory fervent passion and zeal that Brazilian women were known for when it came to sexy-time. And in spite of his teasing greeting, he knew that she had to be getting loads of attention from both male and female patrons here tonight. In fact, he noticed there were a number of guys who, even now as they spoke, seemed to be waiting anxiously in the wings hoping Darryll would end up striking out with the buxom brunette so they could have a go at trying to woo the Brazilian hottie or at least catch her eye. Darryll had no doubt that the exceptionally gorgeous Evelyn, just like every other attractive woman, was used to having dozens upon dozens of humdrum guys who collectively possessed the intellectual capacity of a squashed apricot kissing her ass everyday, showering her with the same unoriginal compliments and telling her things they thought she would want to hear, all in the hopes of gaining her approval. To these dullards, that was what they considered to be flirting. Instead of being interesting and funny or offering a girl much in the way of a challenge, these predictable lames with no game would rather act like needy wuss-bags and play things safe by making sure they didnt say or do anything that might have the potential of upsetting a woman. How exciting. Really? Five-two? Darryll questioned with a pretend skeptical look. Well, those heels look good on you , I guess seeing as how youre a midget and all. Though, I can totally see how they would make normal-sized women look freakishly tall. He was joking around with her again, of course. He knew that the average height for females was around five-threefive-four and she definitely appeared to be at least around that tall, even without her sexy heels. As mentioned previously, Darryll was digging her perfectly proportioned figure, but just couldnt help busting on her. Well If anything, you can always donate them to charity so that a poor homeless girl who doesnt care if her shoes make her look freaky can wear them, he added teasingly. Darryll took a sip of his beer, curious as to how the sultry vixen would respond to his cocky, playful teasing way of flirting. I just hope youre not too upset that everyone is looking at ME and not at YOU because Im so much more prettier than you are, Darryll added matter-of-factly. As per usual, his tone was cocky, yet more playful and teasing than anything else. While he had kept a straight face, it was easy enough to tell - at least for anyone of any intelligence - that he wasnt at all being serious. There was absolutely no possible way in hell that anyone who happened to be looking in their direction could have mistaken Darryll for being the better looking of the two. Darryll knew it, this beautiful brunette chic he was talking to had to have known it, just like anyone and everyone in the club would have known it. But this distinctly obvious fact only made his redonkulous over-the-top teasing remark that much more humorous. Which had been his intention - just as it had been with his teasing greeting and kooky-dook jape about her heels and height. Whether she would be able to appreciate it as such, who knows. To be honest, Darryll wasnt really concerned since most - if not all - of his cocky humor had always been meant for his own amusement anyway.