The Pick-Up Artist

Alina Lopez and Abigail Mac sit on Abigail’s couch. Alina takes a breath and tells her the first time she saw her she thought she was so pretty. Abigail snaps a hand up. “Hold it,” she barks. “You never compliment first. Didn’t you read my book?” She points at How To Pick-Up Chicks, For Chicks, By A Chick. Alina admits she hasn’t, but she’s eager to learn. Since Alina paid for the lesson, they’re starting at chapter one: “Taking Stock.” A role-play drill. To fix Alina’s slip-up, they flip the script. Abigail will hit on Alina at a bar. She sits, stone-silent, staring nowhere near her. Alina cracks, asks what’s going on. Abigail cuts her off with a sneer: “Do you know your eyeshadow makes your nose look bigger?” Alina blinks, hurt. “Thanks?” Abigail stops the scene cold, announces it’s the “Ignore And Call Her A Whore” move from chapter five. The idea is to crush the girl’s confidence so she feels lucky to be noticed. Alina says that would never work on her. Abigail shrugs it off and jumps to chapter two: “Be The Alpha Female.” She scoots in, asks Alina what she wants for breakfast tomorrow, then gloats that she just assumed they’re fucking. Alina isn’t impressed. Abigail pivots fast, running fingertips up Alina’s bare thigh while cooing about chapter three, “You Gotta Touch.” She toys with Alina’s hair and asks if it’s working. “Feels like a creep,” Alina says. Abigail gets defensive, claiming her book was number 127 on the list for two weeks. “Out of how many?” Alina tries, but Abigail silences her with the final technique: “Go Big Or Go Home.” She lunges in and plants a hard kiss. Alina melts for half a second, then shoves her off, furious. Abigail smirks, sure she felt Alina lean in. “Maybe I did,” Alina snaps, “but that doesn’t make it less sleazy.” Abigail calls her hopeless. Alina fires back that none of this works and half of it’s probably illegal. She wants to be real, tell a girl she’s pretty, make the first move herself. Abigail sneers that Alina’s naïve. Alina fires back that Abigail hides behind this tough act because deep down she’s scared and just wants someone to want her. The jab lands. Abigail looks away. Alina’s voice steadies. She can see that softer girl inside, she says, sliding her palm up Abigail’s leg. Abigail still won’t meet her eyes. Alina strokes her cheek. “That girl’s beautiful,” she whispers, then kisses her. Abigail’s lips answer. Clothes come off fast—Alina’s dress drops, Abigail’s tongue darts over perky nipples, Alina yanks Abigail’s dress away and buries her face in those big, soft tits while her fingers slide straight between Abigail’s thighs. Alina might be the student, but right now she’s teaching the teacher moves that book never covered.