After considerable pondering, Evaline decided her previous attempts to find hot guys at the gym and the community center had run into two major problems.
Despite what pornos might tell her, people weren’t always boning down at the gym. They were concerned with fitness and getting swole! And people at the community center were there to take classes, not single mingling!
Evaline needed to go where the people were! The people who were specifically seeking close encounters of the sexy kind! Where drunk and horny people lowered their standards and dropped their inhibitions!
If Evaline wanted to find love, of the physical kind ideally, she needed to go to the club!
Her previous attempts at singles mixers and speed dating and the club had landed her no nibbles. So this time, she couldn’t half-ass it by just throwing on her nicest clothes and an attitude of needy desperation!
Evaline remembered when her good friend Frances came to a faculty meeting in an amazingly daring latex dress! She said she was wearing it for a date later. If the usually buttoned-down Frances could dress up so sexy for a date, then Evaline could look her damn best at the club!
She needed to get nicer clothes, do something with her hair, maybe try a little make-up, AND put on an attitude of needy desperation!
So Evaline spent more than she really should have on her teacher’s salary. She got a new dress that really accentuated her best feature (her ass) and even made her less spectacular chest look interesting by showing most of it. She visited a salon to have her hair styled up. She braved the wilds of the internet to find a make-up tutorial. She even got sexy new shoes! She almost never wore shoes!
All of this to say, she was putting in 101% effort and if guys didn’t respond to that, there was something wrong with their eyes and/or penises!
--
It was amazing how an entire club could apparently be medically blind and impotent!
Evaline was dancing, putting out vibes of ‘come and get it’ and nobody was coming to get it! Well, no guys. Some college girls came and danced with her and said they liked her look. It was flattering, honestly.
“What am I doing wrong here?” asked Evaline rhetorically.
“WHAT?” one of the college girls yelled back, not hearing her over the music.
Evaline peered across the club. It was hard to see with all the flashing lights and smoke machine smoke but it looked like there was a mob of hot guys on the other side of the dance floor.
The iguana abandoned her dance friends and made her way across the club and ran right into her second major problem.
Nala Garsten.
The stupid big-boobed bozo who was apparently haunting Evaline, showing up wherever she went to try to score!
And she was dancing at the center of a big pack of hot guys. Wearing just cut-off shorts and a tight t-shirt. Like she put on whatever before showing up to out-do Evaline without even making an effort.
Evaline wanted to cry. Or hit the woman with a bar stool. Instead she pushed her way past all the hot guys that should have been clamoring for her attention. Time to confront her nemesis.
"Are you stalking me?" demanded Evaline.
"OH, HEY, IT'S MY GYM BUDDY!" Nala said, waving.
"I hate you so, so much!" Evaline replied.
"WHAT? I'M SORRY, I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE MUSIC! ANYWAY, IT'S CRAZY HOW WE KEEP RUNNING INTO EACH OTHER!"
To Evaline's absolute disgust, Nala decided that they were friends and bought her a drink. Despite her disgust, Evaline drank it anyway because club drinks were expensive.
---
Poor Evaline.
Hypothetically, she could have hung around Nala's proximity until she went home and snagged whatever guys ended up disappointed. Maybe even Evaline's desperation would have balked at taking Nala's leftovers. But Evaline would never find out whether or not she would. Because when Nala was ready to leave, instead of picking any of the guys to take home, she dragged her new friend Evaline off to a late-night burger joint to hang out.
Kidnapped by a pushy extrovert that has unilaterally decided that they were friends.
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Evaline Churchell owned by me
Art by
amaterasu
Despite what pornos might tell her, people weren’t always boning down at the gym. They were concerned with fitness and getting swole! And people at the community center were there to take classes, not single mingling!
Evaline needed to go where the people were! The people who were specifically seeking close encounters of the sexy kind! Where drunk and horny people lowered their standards and dropped their inhibitions!
If Evaline wanted to find love, of the physical kind ideally, she needed to go to the club!
Her previous attempts at singles mixers and speed dating and the club had landed her no nibbles. So this time, she couldn’t half-ass it by just throwing on her nicest clothes and an attitude of needy desperation!
Evaline remembered when her good friend Frances came to a faculty meeting in an amazingly daring latex dress! She said she was wearing it for a date later. If the usually buttoned-down Frances could dress up so sexy for a date, then Evaline could look her damn best at the club!
She needed to get nicer clothes, do something with her hair, maybe try a little make-up, AND put on an attitude of needy desperation!
So Evaline spent more than she really should have on her teacher’s salary. She got a new dress that really accentuated her best feature (her ass) and even made her less spectacular chest look interesting by showing most of it. She visited a salon to have her hair styled up. She braved the wilds of the internet to find a make-up tutorial. She even got sexy new shoes! She almost never wore shoes!
All of this to say, she was putting in 101% effort and if guys didn’t respond to that, there was something wrong with their eyes and/or penises!
--
It was amazing how an entire club could apparently be medically blind and impotent!
Evaline was dancing, putting out vibes of ‘come and get it’ and nobody was coming to get it! Well, no guys. Some college girls came and danced with her and said they liked her look. It was flattering, honestly.
“What am I doing wrong here?” asked Evaline rhetorically.
“WHAT?” one of the college girls yelled back, not hearing her over the music.
Evaline peered across the club. It was hard to see with all the flashing lights and smoke machine smoke but it looked like there was a mob of hot guys on the other side of the dance floor.
The iguana abandoned her dance friends and made her way across the club and ran right into her second major problem.
Nala Garsten.
The stupid big-boobed bozo who was apparently haunting Evaline, showing up wherever she went to try to score!
And she was dancing at the center of a big pack of hot guys. Wearing just cut-off shorts and a tight t-shirt. Like she put on whatever before showing up to out-do Evaline without even making an effort.
Evaline wanted to cry. Or hit the woman with a bar stool. Instead she pushed her way past all the hot guys that should have been clamoring for her attention. Time to confront her nemesis.
"Are you stalking me?" demanded Evaline.
"OH, HEY, IT'S MY GYM BUDDY!" Nala said, waving.
"I hate you so, so much!" Evaline replied.
"WHAT? I'M SORRY, I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE MUSIC! ANYWAY, IT'S CRAZY HOW WE KEEP RUNNING INTO EACH OTHER!"
To Evaline's absolute disgust, Nala decided that they were friends and bought her a drink. Despite her disgust, Evaline drank it anyway because club drinks were expensive.
---
Poor Evaline.
Hypothetically, she could have hung around Nala's proximity until she went home and snagged whatever guys ended up disappointed. Maybe even Evaline's desperation would have balked at taking Nala's leftovers. But Evaline would never find out whether or not she would. Because when Nala was ready to leave, instead of picking any of the guys to take home, she dragged her new friend Evaline off to a late-night burger joint to hang out.
Kidnapped by a pushy extrovert that has unilaterally decided that they were friends.
---
Evaline Churchell owned by me
Art by
amaterasu
Category All / All
Species Iguana
Size 1196 x 2160px
File Size 449.3 kB
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