It's good to every so often to hit another town to get a change of scenery and try out new lines. With this in mind, the crew headed up to tally to hit up on some southern belles that were tired of the local necks. With it being football season, the alcohol was flowing more then normal and the chicks were spreading like butter on a roll. Getting up there on a friday afternoon, we decided to wait till later that night to head out. In a town like that, there are limited places to hit, unless you get into the house party scene, which can be a hassle when in unfamiliar territory. The advantage of this though is that with limited places, they are always packed and easy to pick off marks.

After getting some food and beer for dinner at friday's, we decided we were gonna hit up Poor Paul's for the night. Cheap beer, packed bar, and very close to the campus, we figured this would be as good a place to start as any. He headed over and just seeing the parking lot knew we made the right choice. Typical fsu coeds, blonde and dark tans. Here the stereotype easy blonde definitely would apply. We get a place near the bar so we have clear view of everything going on.

After about 45 minutes, we finally get a good group of girls at the table next to us and we decide to begin the game. With a girl for each of us and two left over, we knew we had the odds in our favor. We pick our marks and begin the game. My mark turned to be Allison but everyone calls me Ali. You could not find a more typical fsu girl, bubbly and very naive. You couldn't ask for a better setup. We buy a few rounds and as the night progresses, I have to listen to how her mom this and that, no clue what she was saying, just nodding with the occasional yeah and oh wow inserted. So we get the invite to go back to their place for more drinks and head out.

So we get to their place and keep the drinks going. As we start to break off and start to close the deal, Ali leads me off to her room. We get in and it is covered in pink and even had the stuffed animals on the bed. I'm thinking ok this looks like it could be the room of a twelve year old and really girly, but whatever. She goes to change and comes back in all hello kitty attire. I'm thinking this is a little odd, but she looks damn good either way. So we get into it, but her dirty talk becomes more like a little girl. Then she looks down at me and says she wants me to be her daddy since hers had never been around. I'm like ok, she wants to call me daddy, whatever.

Turns out she wanted full on roleplay, even got a hairbrush out for me to spank my "daughter" with. Needless to say, after a bit it got a little too much of the daddy daughter thing. I was at the point of just feeling creeped out, but I'll be damned if once she got going, it was one of the best fucks. The only downfall was the next morning she wanted my number, email, and aim screenname before I left because we had such a connection. I was just like ummm, and had to make a quick dash when she hit the bathroom Let this be a lesson though, if you walk into an all pink room with stuffed animals, be ready for some emotional trauma.

Lesson learned: Make sure to have a clear exit strategy, preferably before she wakes up. If not, be ready to have a clinger and your wingman ready to call the cell for your getaway.