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crowd like she wanted to run way
    Almost like magic, a young, short guy with the build of a bulldog came up to the girl.
    “Hey,” he said as he slid an arm around the girl. “Who’s this?”
    “I don’t know…”
    The bulldog turned to William, gave him a sinister smirk and then flicked his hand out toward him as if he were waving off a fly. William tucked his tail and scuttled back to the VIP.
    “I fucking told him,” I said as I shook my head. I pulled the mic to my mouth. “William, you’re a fucking idiot. Hand the gear off to someone else who wants to pay attention to what I teach them.”
    The night continued on with the other four guys trying their hand at picking up girls. Two of the others failed miserably, nearly as bad as William, but two of them managed to get numbers. A little progress, but they still had much to learn. That’s why my program was designed to last for a month.
    After the last guy, the skinny redhead, finished opening up a 3-set and getting a girl’s number, I made my way back into the club and to the VIP table.
    “Alright guys,” I said as I took a seat on the couch near the table. “What did you think?”
    “Fucking rough,” William said. The other guys all nodded in agreement.
    “A couple of you did a good job.” I nodded to the redhead and another guy who was just as nerdy but had a ridiculous blond mullet. He had refused to let us cut it earlier in the day, but he pulled it into tight ponytail that gave him at least a little bit of pizzazz. “And a few of you failed miserably.” I nodded towards the other three men, particularly William. “But it’s just our first night out and you have plenty of time to improve.”
    “What about you and Cobra? Are you guys going to pick up?” Jason asked.
    The students all nodded anxiously and a couple of them started rubbing their hands together.
    “Sure, why not?” I asked. “To make things interesting, why don’t you guys pick a girl… any girl. And I’ll show you how it’s done.”
    The guys started mumbling amongst each other, and then they all stood up, gazing over the sea of bodies in the club. A few of the guys started pointing towards the hottest girls, asking if the others agreed to the choice, but then William singled out a totally different specimen.
    “What about this one?” he asked.
    I turned my head to take in the woman in question. She was sitting in a 2-set, just her and her friend, and they were chatting casually. Her friend was drinking and shaking her hips as she talked, and I watched her slap the target girl on the shoulder. But the target girl herself looked like she wasn’t having fun at all. She was dressed in a tight, two-piece burgundy dress/suit that hugged her curves perfectly, but also looked a little bit too professional and out of place at McMillan. It covered most of her shoulders, but there was still a little bit of skin that was exposed in the back.
    “Yeah, that’s a good target. Why don’t you try her?” Jason asked.
    “Why that girl out of everyone?” I questioned.
    To be honest, she was the last girl in the club that I wanted to approach. I could tell by the way that she was standing and her cold energy that she was the one type of girl that every pickup artist loathed dealing with—a cockblock.
    Cockblocks were the type of girl who had already made up their mind that they didn’t want to meet anyone or have fun at the club and usually were just dragged there by their friends. Cockblocks required a lot more precision to talk to, and they’d even pull out all the stops to prevent you from picking up any of their friends accompanying them, just because they could. This girl had all the makings of that kind of girl.
    Cockblocks weren’t exactly unattainable. But they were roughly the same difficulty as a 10, requiring you to tread lightly and execute your game with a firm precision. But I couldn’t remember the last time that I had been rejected by a girl, even a cockblock, so