I was out with some colleagues for drinks in Central London.

At some point, I decided to leave them to go for a cigarette.

This corporate-dressed girl came out wearing a long coat and took out a cigarette, but then looked for a lighter and eventually asked me for one.

She was looking at me deeply. She had a slaggy face; it was only later on that I realised she had the 1000 cock stare.

Whilst I was looking for my lighter, she took the cigarette off my lips and put her face close to mine. We ended up kissing. She was not drunk drunk, but more than tipsy.

Her friend came out and said she was living. “You will be fine?” she said, and she responded positively.

I remember grabbing her ass after for another kissing session.

Barely any words were exchanged, from what I recall.

I said to her “Stay there, I will be back”. I said goodbye to my colleagues, and we went to a different bar, where we got a bottle of wine. She spent most of the time on my lap (she was slim but relatively tall, so it started hurting; this is what happens when you avoid leg days).

After we finished the bottle, she said she had to go back home.

I asked where she lived, and she told me about a neighbourhood in a leafy part of Greater London, which was not far away from where I lived.

“I may as well join you, I live in K****”

We eventually took a cab that was parked outside, but he wanted cash, which we did not have. Back then, Uber was quite popular, and I don’t remember why we did not take one.

Once in the cab, he quoted £50. I remember he was Indian or Pakistani, anyway, so she said, “Drop me at the nearest cash point and I will get the money”. And so, he did.

In the meantime, what was underneath her coat was a small skirt and a tight jumper.

She then took my hand to guide me between her legs, and I started fingering her in the back of the cab, and she started moaning. She was soaking wet.

Soon after, she started to come on top of me and ride me. The cab driver did not say a word and pretended like he did not see a thing. And she was keeping in moaning.

To top it all off, she was asking in between the moans: “Are we there yet ?” to the cab driver, and she did that many times throughout the journey.

I know white English birds have a superiority complex, especially with former colonies, such as people coming from India, but that was ridiculous. She was pushing it, and I was afraid the guy could pull the plug on what was a joyful surprise.

The windows started to get foamy, and she was still riding me. I remember at a stop, a couple of black guys caught on to what was happening and started shouting, and I looked at them with a smirk and a thumbs up.

Eventually, I came inside her. And she got off me.

We arrived at her destination, and she asked me not to come out. When she got out, she dropped her phone. I go and pick it up, and what do I see in the background pic:

Her two kids are with her husband in what appears to be their garden. When she closed the door, I looked at where she was going, and it was a big house—easily £3 million worth.

When I arrived home and put my shirt in the laundry bin, I saw some light blood stains at the bottom of my shirt. She was about to have her period.

I don’t remember when I picked up her number, but a few days later, I got a friend recommendation on Facebook, and I saw her first name and last name. So, I linked her on LinkedIn. She was the head of recruitment at a large recruitment firm.

I did not know then, but when I had a few months’ stint as an external recruiter later on, I realised these girls are some of the biggest corporate sluts out there (a big difference between external and internal recruiters). Veteran recruiters later confirmed this.

LESSONS:

1) People say nurses are top-level hoes, but I will argue recruiters top it all. Need I tell you Bonnie Blue was originally one to make an argument for it? They are shameless and go after what they want. I worked for a couple of small recruitment companies, and everybody was sleeping with everyone. A lot of young graduates go there before they get spit out by the high turnover system, but have a lot of fun in the process, an extension of their university years.

2) You will never know the level of debauchery and callousness when girls realise they can get away with murder and are uninhibited.