Booty Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

"Watch and learn, gentlemen." Stepping forward, I adopted my best sweet-but-sly saleswoman smile. "Fresh fruit! The best in town! Sweet as a summer kiss and juicy enough to make your taste buds dance!" I called, picking up an apple and taking a dramatic bite. "Mmm! See? Pure heaven!" Then, for fun, I added, "Ladies, if you're trying to get something from your man, just take one sexy bite of this fruit—you'll have him wrapped around your finger in no time."

Theo muttered into my ear, making me flinch “What was that for” I asked, dipping my index finger into my ear hole “Sorry” he winked. I rolled my eyes, tapping his shoulder “You are looking dope today, who is the lucky lady” I teased. He rolled his eyes this time, puffin out air from his mouth “What do you mean? I ain’t getting any girl soon” He replied “Why….but there are pretty damsels among the contestant, you can pick one for yourself. Well, that’s if they are not taken. And apart from that, Cape Town got lots of pretty chicks with big boobs and butts” I winked. He laughed

“Why bother with me anyway? So you’re bored. There are a hundred different women just outside that door who would love for you to bother them. One glance and they’d come running. A second glance, and they’d drop their panties and bend over.” Beau’s smile adds teeth. “Where’s the fun in that? Sometimes a guy likes a challenge.” “I’m not a challenge for you,” I say. “I’m not anything.” He drags his gaze down the length of my body and then slowly back up. He takes his time, shamelessly admiring each of my curves and valleys. “Oh, you are something alright, Nanny.”

Dear* Bonito tried to make sure not to disturb the beautiful woman in her work. *No, I'm not working today. I'm off work.* Getting news like that Bonito smiled. *How do we meet now? Dear* *That's a great idea, where will we meet? dear.* said Ananda sounding so excited. *I'll pick you up, get ready.* *Okay, I'll get ready.* Bonito ended the call then got into the car and picked up his girlfriend. *** Baby covered her naked body with a towel, getting ready to go take a shower.

' She tittered, the one insult that set me into my default setting but she's Ursula, don't care much. 'You gotta be proud of your booby, isn't it, hon?' I asked smirkingly. 'Check this goody out,' I shook my main attraction, ass, baby! 'Do you have this motherfucker? Nada—' 'In bed, my boyfriend will enjoy squeezing these tits. What do I need booty for? That's all poop, babe.' 'Mm hm,' I said smirkingly. 'Cause my momma she told me don't worry about the size,' I sang loudly. 'Cause them boys like a little more booty to hold at night—'

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you trying to make me fall for you? Is that what this is?” I burst out laughing and rolled my eyes. “If it’s really not obvious then I’mgoing6 to have to bring back the pick-up lines.” “You like those lines, huh? Do they work for you a lot?” she asked, taking a sip of her wine as the waitress set it on the table. I nodded in answer. “Usually they never fail. You’re really denting my ego here, cupcake. Maybe you should cut me a little slack.” “Hmm, I don’t think so. Where would be the fun in that? You know you love me rejecting you.” She narrowed her eyes at me playfully as she leant back in her chair and studied her menu.

“Oops.” “No worries.” Hottie Bartender mops up with a towel and the big guy leans in close. “Why not, baby?” Baby. I like that. What was I saying again? “They suck. They want you to suck. But they never give you an—” I hiccup, “—anything in return.” The newcomer absorbs this. “The right guy does.” The bartender nods. “In fact,” the big guy continues, “the right guy makes sure the lady comes first, second, and third.”

I can't walk away, no matter how hard I want to. Larry Johnson is the renowned Casanova of the quadruplets. He might have a girlfriend, but that doesn't stop the girls from fawning for his heart. You could blame it on his no-fuss, short brown wavy haircut, face so cute and angelic like a child's, smiles so enchanting, and mesmerizing voice. He is too good-looking for his good, and the icing on the cake is his legendary pick-up lines. He knows just what to say to get any girl, regardless of her class, age, and Pack.

Which was practically a lie because I have never really been on the receiving end of a pickup line but I was not going to succumb to his flirty behaviour. "Ouch, that hurt my poor heart, princess," Collin pouted, placing his hand dramatically over his chest. "How about I try my other line?" "How about a cup of coffee," I countered, ignoring his attempt at another pickup line. "I'm in dire need of a steaming coffee." "I saw a café on the way to the hospital. I can take you there, and we can try out my other lines," Collin suggested with a playful grin. **{••}**{••}**

But if I tell him I'm having his baby, will it ruin everything? MACK “MAYBE I SHOULD GET A BOOB JOB,” SUNNY MOANS. “OR AT LEAST SOME Botox in my lips. Are my lips too thin?” Before I can answer, her face is an inch from mine and her not thin, very kissable lips are within smooching distance. I lift the bottle—my seventh…or is it eighth?—between us so I don’t give in to the urge to capture her mouth with my own. This is your best friend, I remind myself. Do not screw up a decade-long friendship because you’re too drunk to control yourself. I pour half the bottle down my throat.