“Do you swear to faithfully uphold the office to which you were elected?”

“I do.” Eric had lied. Then he hopped the next plane to a tropical destination. Campaigning is hard work and Eric wanted to pick up a girl to help him unwind from the strain.

Well to be honest, it wasn’t all that much effort for him. The corrupt political party he served for simply spent more money on advertising than the next runner up contender had spent. But a good politician can lie to himself as well as he can feed BS to the media and to the public and so here Eric was on his vacation to pick up girls.

The newly elected and sworn in political candidate took a sip of his beer and he recalled an interview he gave shortly after the victory of corruption over another flavor of political corruption.

“Why did you want to get into politics?” The reporter had asked. Eric has doled out the time-honored spiel about wanting to serve his country and the people in it. All Crap!

Young Eric had decided to go into politics when the Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinski scandal was on the front pages. Politics had seemed like the best way he could think to pick up girls.

How to Pick Up Girls – The Offending Ploy

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The Pubic Hair Ploy is pick up girls fiction by Russell Twyce

“Excuse me miss,” a restaurant patron flags over a very cute waitress, “I was wondering if your cook wears a hair net.”

“Of course he does.” The hot girl answers in a genial and professional manner. “It’s a regulation.”

“Then maybe this one is a nasal hair.” The man points to his mashed potatoes.

“Ooh!” The girl is suddenly flummoxed and reeling from a mental image of a hair falling from the cook’s hairy nose. “I’m so sorry.”

“Honestly darling,” the diner uses his fork to dig more of the single hair from his meal, “this seems too long to come from a nostril. I’m leaning towards supposing this hair originated in a pubic or an armpit area.” He smiles at the sudden look of mortification on her face. He leans forward om his elbows and whispers in a conspiratorial tone. “Is it one of yours?”

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“I shave.” she blurts out before controlling her thoughts.

“That knowledge evokes a pleasant mental image for me.” His eyes favorably access the girl he is trying to pick up and they drift downwards.

“I meant my underarms.” She stammers. The girl subjected to the mind control techniques feels that she is wrong-footed and at least one sentence behind in the exchange.

“This seems to have too much curl to be from an armpit.” He uses one tine of his fork to indicate.

“I shave my pubic hair too.” She admits defensively.

“I wish I’d known that peach muffin was being offered.” He chuckles. “I can almost taste it now and I imagine it nearly exploding with gravy. That’s a much more appetizing after shift menu item than roast beef with penis-fur potatoes.”

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“Uh.” The young woman’s mind spins a few loops. It has taken her a few seconds too long to realize what food he is talking about and when she finally does, she realizes that she hasn’t reacted in the indignant manner she should have employed. Now it was too late.

“Sit down before you fall down.” He slides a chair out and the girl drops into it.

“I don’t know what to say.” She stammers.

“Then just say yes.”

“Yes?”

“Perfect.” He sees that her hands are both flat on the table, as if to steady herself from toppling off the chair. He sets a friendly hand on one of hers: it is the first touch between them. “So what time will our dessert date begin?”

“I’m not off until nine.” She says but swiftly realizes that it didn’t come out as a brush-off. Instead, it could be interpreted as a confirmation of a date starting at that time. This was just happening all so fast. She looked down at her hand, his friendly gesture had turned into a caress as his finger tips gently played in the crotches between her knuckles. It felt good. Then the young woman laughs and repeats his one especially humorous line. “Penis-fur potatoes!”

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“I’m Dan.” The man says to remove the obstacle of still being strangers. “And from your name tag, I’m guessing that you’re Kelly.” His mind control efforts to accomplish the pick up is nearly done.

“Hi.” She looks up from his friendly hand to his twinkling eyes. His smile reminds her of what his lips wanted to do with her muffin. The pick up guy has planted subliminal mind control to make that thought sexually stimulating for her.

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She waits for him to add another line to his remarkable pick up procedure, but he remains silent. It is as if he has drilled fifteen balls into her mind’s court and is now waiting for her to lob one back. She chooses the physical cue to respond to. She collects up the pick up artist’s hand that has been stroking hers and she holds it.

“I wish we could just go now.” The girl says after a moment. She has been wondering about the offending pubic hair and surmises it is from the cook. He is creepy and undresses her with his eyes. She doesn’t dare to think about what he might’ve been doing that would’ve put a pubic hair in the mashed potatoes.

“Tell them I’m friend and that something has come up.” The guy picking up the girl grins: his mind control mission is all but accomplished. He doesn’t have to ponder on where the hair came from. He already knows. It’s one of his own pubic hairs that he intentionally put into his own meal as the first step in his quest to pick up girls with the pubic hair ploy.

“Good idea.” The mind controlled girl stood up. “Give me a few minutes to get my jacket and to take the rest of the shift off.”

The End of this How 2 Pick up Girls with Mind Control Fiction

Author’s Notes – I started writing this short mind control fiction story with the intention of it only being a humorous depiction of how to pick up girls in an unusual way with a pubic hair. But as I worked on how 2 pick up girls – Pubic Hair Ploy, I stared to like it better on several different levels. At the beginning of this mind control fiction on how to pick up girls, I warned readers that this how to pick up girls was fiction and that it might not work 2 pick up girls. But I have to rescind that. From what I know about mind control, I think the how to pick up girls scenario I presented might actually be effective.

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The Mind Control Charm
Part Three

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“Where am I?” On waking up, Lisa seems confused. “And who are you?”

“I’m Ben.” He rubs his eyes and sits up. “Don’t you remember?”

“You raped me!” The girl has noticed her state of total undress.

“Our sex was with mutual consent.” Ben sputters. He hasn’t anticipated this mind control problem.

“I was a virgin.” The girl yells. “My fiancé and I were saving it for our wedding night. He’s likely worried sick about me because instead of meeting him in the nightclub, I was in a hotel room with a rapist who put something in my drink to make me compliant.”

“I didn’t put anything in your drink.” Ben grabs the mind control amulet and puts the chain around his neck. He desperately needs to get the girl he picked up back under his mind’s firm control. ‘Say it is okay!’ He sends in a panic. ‘Don’t think of it as rape!’

“What is that thing?” The girl snatches it into her hand for a closer look. The face is just decorated metal so she flips it over to examine the back. ‘Mind Control Charm – Patents Pending’. “Oh my God!” She puts a shocked hand to her mouth as the whole mind control story becomes clear.

“I’m sorry.” Ben now regrets his not having thought through the morals of mind control.

“Sorry isn’t nearly enough.” Lisa pushes him hard in the chest, but she continues to hold the mind control medallion. The chain breaks as he falls back onto the bed. “Your mind control rape has stolen something absolutely irreplaceable from my fiancé and I. You’ll go to jail but we can never get my sexual innocence back.”

“I can’t go to jail.” Ben says in horror. He briefly wonders why the mind control device isn’t working on her today but then he remembers the warning. The girl’s brain frequency must have shifted while she slept.

“Why?” She demands. “Will you try mind controlling the judge and jury into letting you off? You deserve to be in prison and being raped by other inmates.” Lisa puts an exploring hand into her crotch. “Did you get me pregnant and give me a sexually transmitted disease too?”

“I don’t have any diseases.” His negative answer to the second pins an indelible maybe on the first question.

“I feel all dirty inside.” The mind control rape victim takes one of the luxury hotel’s bathrobes from the bedroom door and dons it. “But I can’t take a shower until I’ve been to the hospital to have a rape evidence kit done.”

“Please don’t report it.” Ben begged. “I’ll never do it again.”

“I know you’re not going to.” She scoffs. “You’re probably not going to live until the trial. My boyfriend is really strong and he is fiercely protective of me. He will very likely beat you to death and end up in prison for murder. Your acting out adolescent fantasies of mind control has ruined my life.”

“I can pay you.” He pleaded.

“Really?” Her tone is mocking. “What is hushing up the molesting away of a girl’s chastity in a mind controlled rape worth these days?”

“Fifty thousand dollars.”

“A quarter of a million.” She counters in a suddenly stern voice. “And you’ll get it to me today. I’ll go to the hospital now to collect your semen sample and have my body combed for other DNA evidence. You get the cash together and meet me in the hotel lounge at exactly six. If you don’t have it by then, I’ll contact the police and they can get your information from the front desk.”

“I’ll raise the money in time.”

“You better get it.” The girl quickly collects her scattered clothing. “And you’ll be there on the minute or I will be phoning the police.” The hotel room door slams behind her. She will dress in the elevator.

End of Part Three

The Mind Control Charm
Part Three

“I withdrew everything I have and liquidated my investments.” Ben says. “But even with maxing out all my credit, I’m still about twenty thousand short. Will you let me have tonight to get the rest?”

“No. I’ll take what you have there and I never want to see you again.”

“Thank you.”

“I have one question before I leave.” She looks intently at him. “Was I worth it?”

“Truthfully, yes.” Ben confesses.  “I’ll remember my one nightclub success with mind control for the rest of my life and my night with you was the best ever. Your boyfriend is a lucky guy. I regret it all but at the same time, I don’t. Can you understand that?”

“For my part,” the girl stands and picks up the suitcase of money, “I’ll forget about you as soon as I can.” Then she turns and walks away.

Ben eyes follow her shapely butt to the exit. She has cost him all his savings and put him deep into short-term debt but he’ll survive the financial hit. He feels intensely relieved that his starting over will be without a criminal record of sex charges.

“Yes.” He breathes the confirmation to himself as Lisa disappears. “My experience with her is one that will linger favorably in my memory forever. She was awesome! But I really should’ve saved myself the trouble and bought that ‘Secrets of Same Night Lays’ book instead.”

He would rectify his initial mistake immediately. His computer still had the link to find the amazing advice offers by a legendary pick up artist.

Out at her car, Lisa takes the mind control pendant from her pocket. She kisses the warm medal as loving as Ben had the night before.

“I’ll put it back onto Ebay.” She chuckles. The mind control charm doesn’t actually do mind controlling. Tiny electronics inside the amulet emitted a radio signal the companion unit in her glove box homed in on. Lisa had used it to track Ben into the nightclub. Then she had waited for the mind control hopeful to make his mental moves.

The mind control charm didn’t do mind control but Lisa didn’t need it to because of her top-notch mind reading talent. Normal chatter from a mind was tricky to pick up, but when when a guy was trying to broadcast a mind control message, it stood out like chalk writing on a blackboard.  Lisa had picked up Ben’s mental orders and performed them of her own volition, as if she were utterly mind controlled.

And she was becoming a wealthy young lady with her clever mind control scam.  230 thousand dollars was more than the best courtesans could earn for a single night of sex.

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How to Pick Up a Girl – The Sneaky Pubic Hair Ploy

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The Pubic Hair Ploy is mind control fiction by Russell Twyce

Is that a pubic hair?

“Excuse me miss,” a restaurant patron flags over a very cute waitress, “I was wondering if your cook wears a hair net.”

“Of course he does.” She answers in a genial and professional manner. “It’s a regulation.”

“Then maybe this one is a nasal hair.” The man points to his mashed potatoes.

It isn’t even a girls pubic hair

“Ooh!” The girl is suddenly flummoxed and reeling from a mental image of a hair falling from the cook’s hairy nose. “I’m so sorry.”

“Honestly darling,” the diner uses his fork to dig more of the single hair from his meal, “this seems too long to come from a nostril. I’m leaning towards supposing this hair originated in a pubic or an armpit area.” He smiles at the sudden look of mortification on her face. He leans forward om his elbows and whispers in a conspiratorial tone. “Is it one of yours?”

“I shave.” she blurts out before thinking.

“That knowledge evokes a pleasant mental image for me.” His eyes favorably access the girl he is trying to pick up and they drift downwards.

“I meant my underarms.” She stammers. The girl subjected to the mind control techniques feels that she is wrong-footed and at least one sentence behind in the exchange.

“This seems to have too much curl to be from an armpit.” He uses one tine of his fork to indicate.

Girl Shaves Her Pubic Hair

“I shave down there too.” She admits defensively.

“I wish I’d known that peach muffin was being offered.” He chuckles. “I can almost taste it now and I imagine it nearly exploding with gravy. That’s a much more appetizing after shift menu item than roast beef with penis-fur potatoes.”

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“Uh.” The young woman’s mind spins a few loops. It has taken her a few seconds too long to realize what food he is talking about and when she finally does, she realizes that she hasn’t reacted in the indignant manner she should have employed. Now it was too late.

“Sit down before you fall down.” He slides a chair out and the girl drops into it.

“I don’t know what to say.” She stammers.

“Then just say yes.”

“Yes?”

“Perfect.” He sees that her hands are both flat on the table, as if to steady herself from toppling off the chair. He sets a friendly hand on one of hers: it is the first touch between them. “So what time will our dessert date begin?”

“I’m not off until nine.” She says but swiftly realizes that it didn’t come out as a brush-off. Instead, it could be interpreted as a confirmation of a date starting at that time. This was just happening all so fast. She looked down at her hand, his friendly gesture had turned into a caress as his finger tips gently played in the crotches between her knuckles. It felt good. Then the young woman laughs and repeats his one especially humorous line. “Penis-fur potatoes!”

“I’m Dan.” The man says to remove the obstacle of still being strangers. “And from your name tag, I’m guessing that you’re Kelly.” His mind control efforts to accomplish the pick up is nearly done.

“Hi.” She looks up from his friendly hand to his twinkling eyes. His smile reminds her of what his lips wanted to do with her muffin. The pick up guy has planted subliminal mind control to make that thought sexually stimulating for her.

She waits for him to add another line to his remarkable pick up procedure, but he remains silent. It is as if he has drilled fifteen balls into her mind’s court and is now waiting for her to lob one back. She chooses the physical cue to respond to. She collects up the pick up artist’s hand that has been stroking hers and she holds it.

“I wish we could just go now.” The girl says after a moment. She has been wondering about the offending pubic hair and surmises it is from the cook. He is creepy and undresses her with his eyes. She doesn’t dare to think about what he might’ve been doing that would’ve put a hair in the mashed potatoes.

“Tell them I’m friend and that something has come up.” The guy picking up the girl grins: his mind control mission is all but accomplished. He doesn’t have to ponder on where the hair came from. He already knows. It’s one of his that he intentionally put into his own meal as the first step in his quest to pick up a girl.

“Good idea.” The mind controlled girl stood up. “Give me a few minutes to get my jacket and to take the rest of the shift off.”

The End of this Mind Control Fiction

The Girl’s Pubic Hair Ploy

Author’s Notes – I started writing this short mind control fiction story with the intention of it only being a humorous depiction of how to pick up girls. But as I worked on how to pick up girls – Pubic Hair Ploy, I stared to like it better on several different levels. At the beginning of this mind control fiction on how to pick up girls, I warned readers that this how to pick up girls was fiction and that it might not work to pick up a girl. But I have to rescind that. From what I know about mind control, I think the how to pick up a girl scenario I presented might actually be effective.

Conversational Hypnosis is the Power to Control Minds

Will you use this mind control power to pick up girls?

The dead certain approach to how to pick up a girl

Here is a method of how to pick up girls and as the title says it is foolproof. Actually, I’ll go even further to emphatically state that this way of picking up a girl is a completely certain to work. Unless you are a total wimp, you WILL pick up a girl with this first how to pick up a girl tactic.

How to Pick Up Girls – Method One

Approach the girl you wish to pick up from either the front or the back, coming at a girl from the side, with the intention of picking her up, is not recommended.  Wrap your manly arms around the girl’s waist, squat slightly before you actually pick the girl up, and lift with your legs.  Pushing with your legs when picking up the girl is recommended.  Safety first.  You want to pick the girl up but you don’t want to end up with a back strain.

If you haven’t already guessed from reading method one of how to pick up girls, I’ll confess, this page is for humor only.  If you use the preceding method of picking up girls, without already being her friend, you could end up with a slapped face, a kicked groin, a screaming girl in your arms, and/or worse.

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How to Pick Up a Girl – Method Two

When you go to her home to pick up a girl for a date, you must be wearing a clean shirt buttoned right up to the neck and if you have a bow tie on, it is even better.  When picking up a girl, you must come equipped with a box of candy in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.

Hmmm, on second thought, this method of picking girls up seems a bit dated.  Perhaps you’re better off following the winggirl’s much better advice on picking up girls.  I’ll give you the link again.

Truthfully, I personally don’t know jack-squat about how to pick up girls.  I count on Adonis for that help.  This page is only a kick off for my new series of ‘How to Pick Up Girls’ short fiction stories.  But I don’t suggest you emulate the pick up efforts in my fiction stories.  They are intended for humor only.  Adonis is the pick up artist you should look to for advice.  Just hang around here for a laugh or two.

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