Several years ago I was on Hilton Head Island, South Carolina. It is a resort type barrier island not far from Savannah GA. I was there for the purpose of playing in a croquet tournament at Port Royal. I also happened to have a friend in the food/bev industry who shared an apartment at the time with about four hot girls also employed in the food/bev business. On Thursday night was the main dinner party associated with the tournament and was also 'girls night out' for my friend's roommates and a night he has to work. So they (the girls) told me to me them at such and such club, the hottest spot on the island, after I was finished at the dinner. The dinner was in the Members Dining Room at the Club House and I was dressed (minimally) in khakis, blue blazer, white shirt and red paisley tie. Dinner was fine and there were drinks. I was one of the youngest men in the room at that party and this was before viagra; the hungry looks on some of the the older women were obvious. They were all dripping with big rocks, etc.
But that is just the prelude. When the dinner was over and all the drinks were done there, I went to the meat-market where the girls were waiting for me. On the way I hit the pipe a few times and when I rolled in I was feeling good, considering I was walking into a resort meat market full of tourists alone and not knowing anyone and about 3/4 blitzed. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I was able to see a table full of beautiful women waving at me and calling my name, gesturing to an empty chair right between them all. I stumbled to the chair as calmly as possible and ordered and drink while greeting and hugging about six women.
As my eyes got adjusted to the light i could see that very few people in the bar were sitting down and VERY few of them were men. Most of the bar was single men three deep standing along the walls and I was the only man in the room sitting with six women. I was so blitzed at the time I didn't realize the attention I was attracting at first. I was the only man with a blazer and tie, sitting with a table full of hotties. They assumed I was SOMEBODY and i played along. I was not too fucked up to pick up on this point and niether were the girls. At one point a guy came over and asked me if I worked for "the bank"; I gave him the single nod and a wink, while the girl next to me laughed. Later a guy actually came up and asked me what my 'secret' was. One of the girls at the table looked at the guy and held her hands out, palms facing, about 12 inches apart. The guy was crushed, leaving without a word. Another guy tried to speak to me and I cut him off by asking him what he shot (his golf score) that day. He just lowered his head and walked.
That night I was Mr. Playboy. It's the only time for me but it was great.
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