Kim's night picture of Club Black (no s) at Buenos Aires, contrasting with the day view from my hotel. No, I wasn't there but my readers were.
Showing posts with label dollar destinations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dollar destinations. Show all posts
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Club Black Picture
Kim's night picture of Club Black (no s) at Buenos Aires, contrasting with the day view from my hotel. No, I wasn't there but my readers were.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Hostess club etiquette
There are nightclubs, clubs, bars in Hong Kong. Many are very expensive drinking / entertainment places but they are not to be confused with hostess clubs, where you have one to one company, and you can at least take out some of them.
The term Japanese style hostess club don't mean much because it's the main stream. Mami brings a girl to your "table", corner or private room for company. Her time is charged in one to five minute intervals. In more traditional clubs, the popular girls may have to leave you and entertain other clients if requested. I think China style means the tables are arranged as in a restaurant, with less privacy, and there is a stage for shows. Whatever style, big clubs may have promotional shows on occasions, or permanently. Karaoke clubs guarantee that you have a private room, and of course a Karaoke machine, though your choices are limited to Céline Dion, Whitney Houston, etc.
Recommendations is a mine-field in Hong Kong. The situation is volatile and good teams may switch to other clubs all of a sudden. Be careful of discussion boards. Most report of clubs are disguised promotions by insiders. But it is safe if you pick one at random. At most if they are desperate and closing, they may not honor their promotional prices published somewhere. Just ask first and have at least a few hundred to a thousand in your pocket and you will be fine. Whereas in Macau, it's so easy that there are newspaper columns dedicated to field work. The choice is down to which Japanese porn star lookalike they have in stock.
Price starts at $300 an hour in HK, to some $1500 for two hours. It's more like $500/hr in Macau. To take one out, you multiply the hourly rate by 3, and times 1.5 to 2, plus other bits and pieces that can add up. There could be minimum cover on drinks.
In big clubs as in Macau, first you have a lineup, then you pick one for a 15 min introduction. In Hong Kong mami just send you one, but you can refuse right away. After 15 min, mami will come in, and your hostess will get out. You can have another girl for another introduction, or you can bring the girl back and start the clock. The introduction time are charged somewhat higher than the normal quoted rate.
There are 3 independent departments to compete for your dollars. The "restaurant" people always want you to drink as much as possible. Time keeping wants you to stay as long as possible, offering somebody to go out and buy you dinner. The girls, who will go out with you, want to protect your pocket from others, then to take them out as long as possible.
There are always simple package deals that include everything, typically in happy hours from about 1pm to 9pm, and on the HK Island side offered by some tourist and expat friendly setups. (Some clubs start 10 am.)
Now you get the girl. If she immediately takes you somewhere else to do something, you are in luck, and you are not in a hostess club. Usually you spend an hour to the whole evening, though I don't aware there's any minimum time. If you want the option of taking her out, you better tell the mami beforehand. In clubs with local girls (HK Chinese), a significant number do not go out, and they are the better looking ones. Intimacy depends on individual girls. You may get some hand holding if she thinks you may come back for a drink. Other girls will try to do everything to lure you out, taking them with you.
For some Karaoke clubs you have the option of doing it inside, which is illegal. But if you spend a couple of hours, management will turn a blind eye. There are VIP rooms with on-suite restrooms. You can hold a German FKK type orgy party if the girls are willing.
It's not cheap. One hour inside, one hour outside, and about the same amount to the girl for her service. Usually one hour isn't very respectable. 1.5 to 2 hours are more common. So it's can easily be six times the hourly rate. But in good clubs, girls seldom return after they go out. If you take a girl out of circulation for a couple of hours after 9 pm, she won't miss much even if she returns at the small hours. Regulars will call first to check if their favorites are free.
The term Japanese style hostess club don't mean much because it's the main stream. Mami brings a girl to your "table", corner or private room for company. Her time is charged in one to five minute intervals. In more traditional clubs, the popular girls may have to leave you and entertain other clients if requested. I think China style means the tables are arranged as in a restaurant, with less privacy, and there is a stage for shows. Whatever style, big clubs may have promotional shows on occasions, or permanently. Karaoke clubs guarantee that you have a private room, and of course a Karaoke machine, though your choices are limited to Céline Dion, Whitney Houston, etc.
Recommendations is a mine-field in Hong Kong. The situation is volatile and good teams may switch to other clubs all of a sudden. Be careful of discussion boards. Most report of clubs are disguised promotions by insiders. But it is safe if you pick one at random. At most if they are desperate and closing, they may not honor their promotional prices published somewhere. Just ask first and have at least a few hundred to a thousand in your pocket and you will be fine. Whereas in Macau, it's so easy that there are newspaper columns dedicated to field work. The choice is down to which Japanese porn star lookalike they have in stock.
Price starts at $300 an hour in HK, to some $1500 for two hours. It's more like $500/hr in Macau. To take one out, you multiply the hourly rate by 3, and times 1.5 to 2, plus other bits and pieces that can add up. There could be minimum cover on drinks.
In big clubs as in Macau, first you have a lineup, then you pick one for a 15 min introduction. In Hong Kong mami just send you one, but you can refuse right away. After 15 min, mami will come in, and your hostess will get out. You can have another girl for another introduction, or you can bring the girl back and start the clock. The introduction time are charged somewhat higher than the normal quoted rate.
There are 3 independent departments to compete for your dollars. The "restaurant" people always want you to drink as much as possible. Time keeping wants you to stay as long as possible, offering somebody to go out and buy you dinner. The girls, who will go out with you, want to protect your pocket from others, then to take them out as long as possible.
There are always simple package deals that include everything, typically in happy hours from about 1pm to 9pm, and on the HK Island side offered by some tourist and expat friendly setups. (Some clubs start 10 am.)
Now you get the girl. If she immediately takes you somewhere else to do something, you are in luck, and you are not in a hostess club. Usually you spend an hour to the whole evening, though I don't aware there's any minimum time. If you want the option of taking her out, you better tell the mami beforehand. In clubs with local girls (HK Chinese), a significant number do not go out, and they are the better looking ones. Intimacy depends on individual girls. You may get some hand holding if she thinks you may come back for a drink. Other girls will try to do everything to lure you out, taking them with you.
For some Karaoke clubs you have the option of doing it inside, which is illegal. But if you spend a couple of hours, management will turn a blind eye. There are VIP rooms with on-suite restrooms. You can hold a German FKK type orgy party if the girls are willing.
It's not cheap. One hour inside, one hour outside, and about the same amount to the girl for her service. Usually one hour isn't very respectable. 1.5 to 2 hours are more common. So it's can easily be six times the hourly rate. But in good clubs, girls seldom return after they go out. If you take a girl out of circulation for a couple of hours after 9 pm, she won't miss much even if she returns at the small hours. Regulars will call first to check if their favorites are free.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Surpassing Vegas
Hostess club are too complex in general for one to get the most out of it in his (no her) first few visits. Particularly in Hong Kong, it is a simple no unless you have some experienced host to show you around.
If you haven't got a clue, still it can be simplified a bit if you don't try to look at the bills. You go to the number one club BBOSS for example. In the evenings expect $1500 with a hostess for two hours, which could be enough to include some drinks. Taking her out is another $1500 for two hours of her time. Then another $1500 for her service. Though there are much better package deals on occasions, especially at daytime.
It's not only money. All clubs in Hong Kong are declining or even closing so you don't get quality. In the past clubs like BBOSS at least have symbolic value, where the biggest deals in the city or China are made, and you entertainment your biggest clients. Now there are plenty of comparable facilities in China, with superior lineups.
What hurt Hong Kong clubs most is the Macau phenomenon, which took off only after 2000. And since roughly 20 million Macau visitors uses Hong Kong dollars, versus less than half a million residents uses the local currency, and that most of the non-PRC visitors take the turbojet (boat) from Hong Kong less than an hour away, how can we not include Macau as part of the destination?
Excuse the research, but what should a player do other than surfing the web, when he didn't have enough energy to do anything else at the time, except recharging in bed with his laptop? This city, less than 10 sq mile, has higher revenue than Las Vegas. Soon it will certainly surprass the whole of Nevada. A table in Macau earns 7 times more than in Vegas.
Hong Kong do not have a casino, and Vegas do not have hostesses. China has the most billionaires after USA. Everybody noticed. Many Vegas big names are in Macau, Wynn, Venetian, etc. Playboy is going to open a complex there.
Vegas has been trying hard to lure the Asian high rollers, with adaptations in the food, the games, even the staff. But failure is certain. Similarly, the Tryst "nightclub" from Vegas was copied to Macau but folded. Prostitution in Macau is in theory as illegal as in Vegas, but the interpretation is very different in Macau. Hostess clubs are arguably best in the world, making the attached world class hotels giant brothels. Eastern Europeans are allowed to solicit in lobbies at the lower end hotels.
The Vegas culture is also very different from the Asian's. Las Vegas Courtesan has an interesting blog entry on the speed of Asian clients. It's some sort of cultural shock I suppose. A good night out back home for them includes two to a couple of hours' company with a hostess, mostly talking, singing, or at most a little groping. Then another two hours in love hotels, starting with a thorough hands-free shower. The hotel staff always call in at the end to ask if you want to extend your stay. Adding time, and hence paying her more, is preferred than big tipping. Asking for one hours is like asking for half hours from respectable US escorts, not classy. In contrast, a lot of Vegas call girls are dancer-like, ask you to get in bed and get comfortable very soon. She will start her routine if you do not start right away. I can understand the speed thing. When I expected GFE but got rushed instead, I would cut my losses, finish it while I still could, instead of total failure later if I tried to drag on - it takes two to Tango.
China not only supplies the high rollers, but also unlimited hostesses. Search Youtube for samples. Hong Kong has strict rules for issuing visas from China, and enforces immigration violations. But Macau is too happy to give out work visas to supplement it's tiny local work force out of a total population of less than half a million.
If you haven't got a clue, still it can be simplified a bit if you don't try to look at the bills. You go to the number one club BBOSS for example. In the evenings expect $1500 with a hostess for two hours, which could be enough to include some drinks. Taking her out is another $1500 for two hours of her time. Then another $1500 for her service. Though there are much better package deals on occasions, especially at daytime.
It's not only money. All clubs in Hong Kong are declining or even closing so you don't get quality. In the past clubs like BBOSS at least have symbolic value, where the biggest deals in the city or China are made, and you entertainment your biggest clients. Now there are plenty of comparable facilities in China, with superior lineups.
What hurt Hong Kong clubs most is the Macau phenomenon, which took off only after 2000. And since roughly 20 million Macau visitors uses Hong Kong dollars, versus less than half a million residents uses the local currency, and that most of the non-PRC visitors take the turbojet (boat) from Hong Kong less than an hour away, how can we not include Macau as part of the destination?
Excuse the research, but what should a player do other than surfing the web, when he didn't have enough energy to do anything else at the time, except recharging in bed with his laptop? This city, less than 10 sq mile, has higher revenue than Las Vegas. Soon it will certainly surprass the whole of Nevada. A table in Macau earns 7 times more than in Vegas.
Hong Kong do not have a casino, and Vegas do not have hostesses. China has the most billionaires after USA. Everybody noticed. Many Vegas big names are in Macau, Wynn, Venetian, etc. Playboy is going to open a complex there.
Vegas has been trying hard to lure the Asian high rollers, with adaptations in the food, the games, even the staff. But failure is certain. Similarly, the Tryst "nightclub" from Vegas was copied to Macau but folded. Prostitution in Macau is in theory as illegal as in Vegas, but the interpretation is very different in Macau. Hostess clubs are arguably best in the world, making the attached world class hotels giant brothels. Eastern Europeans are allowed to solicit in lobbies at the lower end hotels.
The Vegas culture is also very different from the Asian's. Las Vegas Courtesan has an interesting blog entry on the speed of Asian clients. It's some sort of cultural shock I suppose. A good night out back home for them includes two to a couple of hours' company with a hostess, mostly talking, singing, or at most a little groping. Then another two hours in love hotels, starting with a thorough hands-free shower. The hotel staff always call in at the end to ask if you want to extend your stay. Adding time, and hence paying her more, is preferred than big tipping. Asking for one hours is like asking for half hours from respectable US escorts, not classy. In contrast, a lot of Vegas call girls are dancer-like, ask you to get in bed and get comfortable very soon. She will start her routine if you do not start right away. I can understand the speed thing. When I expected GFE but got rushed instead, I would cut my losses, finish it while I still could, instead of total failure later if I tried to drag on - it takes two to Tango.
China not only supplies the high rollers, but also unlimited hostesses. Search Youtube for samples. Hong Kong has strict rules for issuing visas from China, and enforces immigration violations. But Macau is too happy to give out work visas to supplement it's tiny local work force out of a total population of less than half a million.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Dollar Destinations
Buenos Aires and Club Black are popular hits on my blog. I have been wondering why. Something to do with the dollar? I can think of one other destination for non-Spanish speakers that is great if you hold US dollars, even better if you hold something else.
There are at most a few things that I agree with the global flash packer and now author of a NYT best seller. His favorites cities are San Francisco, Tokyo, Frankfurt and Buenos Aires, in descending order of living expenses. I have to agree, though I haven't been to all of them. But if you are a player like me, you know he's a player too, just looking at his favorites. But I'll add London at the top. And if you like part-timers, UTRs, non-pros and semi-pros, you have to add many other cities in the islands.
The weather is about perfect in BA now. It will get hotter towards December, requiring air conditioning. It's also about perfect in Hong Kong now. It's unbearable hot and humid in summer, and can be chilly later in winter. By the way, the dollar is roughly fixed at 8 HKD, whereas the yen isn't. The RMB is a ticking bomb which could have rocketed if the Chinese let it.
Hong Kong has Club BBOSS, formerly Club Volvo, which was the largest hostess club in the world. Then it became the largest club outside of China. Then one of the largest club in China and the world. The entrance is like a glass doll house complete with fairy tail princesses. You are taken to the lounge area by a replica Royal Royce electric car.
There is the Bottoms Up topless bar, which James Bond appeared in The Man with the Golden Gun. Now the bar relocated to make the movie geologically correct.
25 years go, the director did not have enough money to film Blade Runner in Hong Kong. Now they are really selling high tech toys like junks in the market. They have the best price in iPod (reuters), though the price of land and living expenses isn't far from Tokyo. To get those things you have to walk a little away from the skyscrapers, pass the market, go through narrow stairs and into malls with narrow passage, low ceiling, and tiny shops that couldn't hold all their sale persons. All sorts of electronics are stacking there and hanging there like junks. 24 hour suits are famous but you can order your custom Core 2 Duo PC, get it assembled and tested within the hour, before it's available in US. Not to mention that it's a dumping ground for new Japanese gadgets. If you think people lining up for days to get the iPhone for nothing are not clever, the Asians are worse.
There is the 5th busiest international passenger airport, 1st in Asia. I bet it might be 3rd within a couple of years. The current site is just a couple of years new. By the way, LA has the most non-connecting passengers in the world. So I can see the connection here, a lot of Los Angelians flying to Heathrow or Hong Kong.
There's the world's top call girl site, which used to be consistently in the world's top 100, before whole heartedly closed down by law enforcement. Now the servers are all overseas. Now it's truly bilingual, including reviews and discussions.
You may prefer the IM crowd if you can take a little risk. They may go to movie and dinner with you if they like you, or get stood up in front of the book shop if they don't.
The price is roughly $300 to $3000. At the lower end the price is comparable to BA, but because of the more ideal market, you have more fun. For the price you walk into Club Black and walk out with someone, you can have arguably model materials from all over China a phone call away. By the way, you can have Japanese and Koreans too. You can find other Asians in girlie bars.
However, it will cost you a fortune if you get hooked to the clubs and their hostesses. But I have to agree with Sigmund Fuller and his friends. As I have written in Looks 1,3 &3, your tastes may change depending on your experiences. If you reward a dog a bone or a monkey a banana every time, you can teach them to pick anything.
There are at most a few things that I agree with the global flash packer and now author of a NYT best seller. His favorites cities are San Francisco, Tokyo, Frankfurt and Buenos Aires, in descending order of living expenses. I have to agree, though I haven't been to all of them. But if you are a player like me, you know he's a player too, just looking at his favorites. But I'll add London at the top. And if you like part-timers, UTRs, non-pros and semi-pros, you have to add many other cities in the islands.
The weather is about perfect in BA now. It will get hotter towards December, requiring air conditioning. It's also about perfect in Hong Kong now. It's unbearable hot and humid in summer, and can be chilly later in winter. By the way, the dollar is roughly fixed at 8 HKD, whereas the yen isn't. The RMB is a ticking bomb which could have rocketed if the Chinese let it.
Hong Kong has Club BBOSS, formerly Club Volvo, which was the largest hostess club in the world. Then it became the largest club outside of China. Then one of the largest club in China and the world. The entrance is like a glass doll house complete with fairy tail princesses. You are taken to the lounge area by a replica Royal Royce electric car.
There is the Bottoms Up topless bar, which James Bond appeared in The Man with the Golden Gun. Now the bar relocated to make the movie geologically correct.
25 years go, the director did not have enough money to film Blade Runner in Hong Kong. Now they are really selling high tech toys like junks in the market. They have the best price in iPod (reuters), though the price of land and living expenses isn't far from Tokyo. To get those things you have to walk a little away from the skyscrapers, pass the market, go through narrow stairs and into malls with narrow passage, low ceiling, and tiny shops that couldn't hold all their sale persons. All sorts of electronics are stacking there and hanging there like junks. 24 hour suits are famous but you can order your custom Core 2 Duo PC, get it assembled and tested within the hour, before it's available in US. Not to mention that it's a dumping ground for new Japanese gadgets. If you think people lining up for days to get the iPhone for nothing are not clever, the Asians are worse.
There is the 5th busiest international passenger airport, 1st in Asia. I bet it might be 3rd within a couple of years. The current site is just a couple of years new. By the way, LA has the most non-connecting passengers in the world. So I can see the connection here, a lot of Los Angelians flying to Heathrow or Hong Kong.
There's the world's top call girl site, which used to be consistently in the world's top 100, before whole heartedly closed down by law enforcement. Now the servers are all overseas. Now it's truly bilingual, including reviews and discussions.
You may prefer the IM crowd if you can take a little risk. They may go to movie and dinner with you if they like you, or get stood up in front of the book shop if they don't.
The price is roughly $300 to $3000. At the lower end the price is comparable to BA, but because of the more ideal market, you have more fun. For the price you walk into Club Black and walk out with someone, you can have arguably model materials from all over China a phone call away. By the way, you can have Japanese and Koreans too. You can find other Asians in girlie bars.
However, it will cost you a fortune if you get hooked to the clubs and their hostesses. But I have to agree with Sigmund Fuller and his friends. As I have written in Looks 1,3 &3, your tastes may change depending on your experiences. If you reward a dog a bone or a monkey a banana every time, you can teach them to pick anything.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
18, 800 Hr, 1Q, kiss, no blow
"Wooop", my Undead Messenger wakes up again. The one inch pop-up reads: 18, 800 Hr, 1Q, kiss, no blow. This means one of my contact just signed in on her MSN Messenger, the popular IM of the trade over there.
I have been receiving a few of these alerts every week since my vacation in Summer. Since then I killed all the IM's, but this one refuse to die. It must be the messenger that comes with XP, which I used briefly before I upgraded to Windows Live Messenger. I should know how to kill it stone dead, but the alerts bring back good memories, a few a week isn't too bad.
The one line profile means 18 years old. The compensation for the one hour friendship is $800. This is not the original figure, not the local currency, not the amount actually charged. I adjusted the figure to feel like an LA girl asking me for US $800. 1Q means not a buffet. You can kiss her but she doesn't do blow jobs. Of course that's not LA and so it's much more affordable to me.
They are more expensive than the most expensive girls on local Internet directories. Of course there are always more expensive girls, but that's a usual top limit on the listings. Many guys go for these plain girl next door types instead of model looking ones on the Internet. Maybe dating non-pros make them feel less like johns. The girls are young, which is always a safe bet. BTW, Chevalier take note, I would say that the numbers of attractive girls drop rapidly with age. So attractive 30 to 40 year olds are more expensive. Over there you can find some in high end clubs which charges you way over the non-pro rate which is in turn more than the top listings on the local Internet call girl directories which must be the comma drinking too much Charles Shaw Cabernet
Typically these girls fire up their computer late night, after they return from parties, or waited for their siblings to disappear in bed. They put up brief posts on the most popular message boards and leave their IM addresses.
Many girls don't show you any pictures. Some have one or a few stamp sized pictures to go with the IM. After some IM exchanges, if you are willing to take the risk, you will get a cell number and setup the meeting place. There's not much to go on because there's always too many guys for them to handle, like throwing a piece of bread into a pool of hungry ducks.
The meeting is usually at not too busy underground stations, or in front of book stores. You call the girl to identify yourself, who is nearby and can see you. If you pass her criteria, she will come over to greet you. If you like her you take her to a 4 star like hotel that have two hour rates, complimentary condoms. If not, just say goodbye. You know in advance if you need to pay her the 'taxi' fee. The hottest girls don't charge 'taxi' fees because they are seldom rejected.
When they are rejected or when they are done, they will go to Starbuck and fire up their IMs that come with every phone, to see if there's anybody else to hook up.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
They are always on my mind
Her feet that is. I couldn't see her again the next day, so I went again the day after that. She is short sighted. I looked familiar to her at the door. So she looked very hard at me when I walked all the way into the room, with her short sighted eyes. She was killing me with her sexy eyes, becoming thin narrow lines.
Her boobs could be fake. The local plastic surgeons must be as good as the Korean ones, samples can be seen all over LA. If you go for a cone shaped B/C cup, it's really hard to tell. I suspected because her nipples are quite neat and sensitive.
After she washed me thoroughly, I washed her boobs, pussy, and all ten toes. She wouldn't kiss, no matter how I tempted her (with money). I could kiss her face, but the ears are too sensitive. She felt very uneasy when I kissed her breasts too. When I went down on her feet, I told her not to watch. She put a pillow on her face.
Her toes aren't perfect, 8/10. All natural, neat, but you have to look at mine. When I was younger, many girls will die for my long legs. When I noticed my toes in recent years, I think they are in the same sort of 'golden' proportion as in some sort of bio geometry.
Her feet are 9.5/10. Small for her size, soft skin all round. The best thing is: she didn't move a muscle when I sucked, bite, and licked. I really tested her tolerance. But then, she might be biting hard on the pillow where I couldn't see.
I went down on her, DATY, while she twisted and turned in bed all the way, until she couldn't take it no more. She wasn't that excited or orgasmic: it was ticklish if you are not used to it. She was also afraid to show the natural reaction of her body. But it was fun all the same.
Then it was her turn to blow me. Last time she had a pony tail. Before I saw her this time, I was thinking whether to take her pony tail off so she would look exactly like her pictures. But then with her long hair, I wouldn't see her face while blowing. It was a hard choice. However, I shouldn't worry. I woke her up so she didn't have a pony tail on. With her long fine hair, she had difficulty blowing me without her hair getting in the way. So I collected her hair like a pony tail at the side, and held her hair while she was working hard. Things sometimes turn out perfectly.
She told me that was her last day in town. So I performed all the positions that I didn't last time. I stood on the ground with her at the edge of the bed. It was a missionary with her feet on my shoulders. I enjoyed 'kissing' her feet while penetrating at the same time. But it wasn't for long. The bed was too low, I wasn't standing straight, and so I kept slipping on the floor.
Then I went for my favorite, the spoon. She has very nice skin, so nice that she got allergic reaction on some not small areas. I got similar allergic reaction before so I wasn't put off. At that position I can smell her perfect long hair, kiss and bite her ears, neck, shoulder blade, back, and anywhere I could reach. I was grabbing at least one of her breast all the time. My other hand would massage her legs, pull her feet, and finger her clit from the front.
Good things had to end. This was her last day. I waked her up at 1 pm to see her. When we said goodbye, she smiled sweetly, which was rare for her, and said she was going to have a nice sleep.
Her boobs could be fake. The local plastic surgeons must be as good as the Korean ones, samples can be seen all over LA. If you go for a cone shaped B/C cup, it's really hard to tell. I suspected because her nipples are quite neat and sensitive.
After she washed me thoroughly, I washed her boobs, pussy, and all ten toes. She wouldn't kiss, no matter how I tempted her (with money). I could kiss her face, but the ears are too sensitive. She felt very uneasy when I kissed her breasts too. When I went down on her feet, I told her not to watch. She put a pillow on her face.
Her toes aren't perfect, 8/10. All natural, neat, but you have to look at mine. When I was younger, many girls will die for my long legs. When I noticed my toes in recent years, I think they are in the same sort of 'golden' proportion as in some sort of bio geometry.
Her feet are 9.5/10. Small for her size, soft skin all round. The best thing is: she didn't move a muscle when I sucked, bite, and licked. I really tested her tolerance. But then, she might be biting hard on the pillow where I couldn't see.
I went down on her, DATY, while she twisted and turned in bed all the way, until she couldn't take it no more. She wasn't that excited or orgasmic: it was ticklish if you are not used to it. She was also afraid to show the natural reaction of her body. But it was fun all the same.
Then it was her turn to blow me. Last time she had a pony tail. Before I saw her this time, I was thinking whether to take her pony tail off so she would look exactly like her pictures. But then with her long hair, I wouldn't see her face while blowing. It was a hard choice. However, I shouldn't worry. I woke her up so she didn't have a pony tail on. With her long fine hair, she had difficulty blowing me without her hair getting in the way. So I collected her hair like a pony tail at the side, and held her hair while she was working hard. Things sometimes turn out perfectly.
She told me that was her last day in town. So I performed all the positions that I didn't last time. I stood on the ground with her at the edge of the bed. It was a missionary with her feet on my shoulders. I enjoyed 'kissing' her feet while penetrating at the same time. But it wasn't for long. The bed was too low, I wasn't standing straight, and so I kept slipping on the floor.
Then I went for my favorite, the spoon. She has very nice skin, so nice that she got allergic reaction on some not small areas. I got similar allergic reaction before so I wasn't put off. At that position I can smell her perfect long hair, kiss and bite her ears, neck, shoulder blade, back, and anywhere I could reach. I was grabbing at least one of her breast all the time. My other hand would massage her legs, pull her feet, and finger her clit from the front.
Good things had to end. This was her last day. I waked her up at 1 pm to see her. When we said goodbye, she smiled sweetly, which was rare for her, and said she was going to have a nice sleep.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
It's getting harder and harder ...
to cum. So I resort to pretty faces, and care less what they do. It's only US $75, half that of local girls. I can cum looking at her eyes half closed, her thin lips licking lollipop, sucking me, or moaning.
She has a pair of perfect small cone shaped breasts. She felt ticklish when I licked them, or she was defending them like gold dusts. She has perfect feet and toes, at only 18. I think she rarely wear shoes back home. Unlike her breast, she didn't feel ticklish when I attacked her toes. I was so into it that I was a bit shy. I told her to turn around so she couldn't see. But she covered her eyes with her hand instead.
Monday, October 01, 2007
My vacation
19, ~USD120. Eastern European import price, but doesn't look like it. Her legs will beat all local girls standing shoulder to shoulder. There are a few of these, even prettier sometimes, but the market for them isn't great. Very tempting. I kept telling myself I'm not here for European girls. But she isn't standing up. I suppose her tummy isn't too great. The deciding factor is that she covered her toes - she doesn't take care of herself from head to toe.
19 (claimed), maybe slightly older that suits her style. Import on short visa. Normally ~USD 90 but she charged ~120. Looked like TV stars. But she didn't show much and there's nothing else to fall back on. The worst case is that she has short legs, slightly curved, and turnoff toes.
19, most expensive type local girls starting at USD 150, some doesn't include room, at $40 for 3*+ hotels for 2 hours. I like the delicate look, including her legs and toes. Waist line is seldom the problem and she showed it too. As for the face, I can't wait to let her in when she knocked my door.
That's all for the moment. I am very busy, often doing it days in a row. I'm not quitting any time soon.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Buenos Aires - incall
As far as I know, there are no incall apartments in Recoleta. The rent will be expensive, neighbors will be up in arms, the security guards are serious in all buildings.
Typically, the living room is suppose to act like a club, where you get get a drink in the evenings I think. Obviously, it's also a waiting room, and the place for lineups. Usually there are at least a few girls, and a few rooms for you to use. The price is at the lower end of the $100 to $300 range. Apartments near Recoleta can be decent, but pretty basic with small bathrooms. I don't recommend, especially for independent girls, who are not all likely to afford decent flats. But if you like, you can take them out.
Against online advice from US expats (high price), I visited this apartment on a Sunday. It was closed, while I thought I went to the wrong place. Brothels close on Sundays in Catholic countries? I went back in a few days, after unimpressed by other services.
The lift looked like a basket for 4. In my hotel, there were two lifts, one looked like an upright coffin for two, the other slightly better. I didn't see any escape routes, or ladders hanging outside of the buildings.
The manageress was young, meant business, spoke sufficient English except for some pauses looking for words. Then came the lineup. For the apartments that I visited, I decided to leave after the first girl appeared. This was different. The first two or three looked like models, and walked like models in bikini, lingerie and high heels. I think they are from Brazil too, this time more like Victoria Secret models.
Oh, I love lineups, but I almost forgot how it is. Haven't had a lineup in LA for years and not expecting one ever again. I love those pageant like lineup most. Six come out forming a row, come up to you one by one, bow down to shake hands and talk a little. Then another six, then another six ... This one you can say more tasteful. Each girl come into the living room in turns.
I wasn't prepared, or I wasn't prepared that the lineup was that good. My experience was that it only took two or three gorgeous girl to make a mess in my brain. I ended up picking the wrong girls. So in a rush I recalled my lessons - forget about their names, just number them from first to last, left to right if applicable. Whenever you see a new one, you have to make an immediate decision, split second if necessary, whether to pick this girl, or keep your last pick.
After the first few models with gorgeous bodies, I began to raise my expectations, to find a prettier face. All are in mid-twenties I think. Jessica was about 4th in the line. When I saw her face, I forget about the others. She is sweet and looked more Argentinean than Brazilian. Though I forgot to look at her body. She isn't bad, just girl next door compared to model bodies. See, lineups always mess up my mind.
But I wasn't disappointed, it couldn't be more right. Usually the number ones expect you to pick them. If you pick number two, they will be very happy, because every girl thinks that they should be number one. If you go on to number 3 or 4, their happiness go up exponentially. But this only apply to small establishments, where the girls are officially or subtly ranked according to their popularity.
After the last one left, I told the manageress I wanted number 4. It took her some counting to realize that I wanted Jessica. I told her I wanted extra service too. But she told me to negotiate with Jessica herself, not all girls do extras.
Jessica couldn't stop smiling. Perhaps it is her nature, but mostly it had to do with the underdog winning the lineup, and that she was very happy with me one way or the other. She kissed me like she was a puppy. Usually it's the other way round if they let me. She literally screwed me during oral without. Luckily I could take all that without exploding, because I was already over sexed.
After round one, I asked for complete service, the only term in Spanish I couldn't forget. She hesitated for a split second, fetched a condom, ripped it off, fingered it, and fingered herself. She was pretty, GFE, which all made me forget that I was paying, the risk of disease, the less than perfect apartment, that I was in somebody else's bed. I got up again in no time, and completed what I asked for.
We did have time for a drink and some talking in between and after rounds, with the help of my electronic translator. This time I helped her to use it. She understood that I was there for a week's trip. I got it from her, or not, that they welcome people to take out, most apartments do. I never thought of that. Incalls like that in most other countries don't venture into outcall, which become something else.
Sadly, I didn't tell her that I was on my way to the airport. I wasn't cheating her as I didn't need any more pesos left in my wallet, and I rewarded her well. I didn't want the disappointed look in her face. I wanted to leave her happy. If she never see me again, she will not remember me at all.
It's hard not to like the city. European tradition combined with the convenience and bustling of Asian cities. As for pleasure seekers, it would be heaven for Spanish speakers. If I were to pick again, I would pick places where I have the advantage of language, say London, or at least equal, where nobody speaks English or Spanish or Portuguese. But then again, it best to mix pleasure with something else, for the other 23 hours.
BTW, at the time, my 2nd choice will be Brazil, San Paulo rather than Rio, though probably both. I knew nothing about the airports.
ps Use airport taxis. The licensed taxi are plenty and reliable, but they may not go far, such as the airport. Their pretty new paints do not correlate with the old engines inside. I picked a random one on the streets to the airport. I wasn't worrying but the driver was, from the moment I got on broad. Half way through in the middle of nowhere, he abruptly exited the freeway, stopped, rushed out, opened the trunk, and I thought he was fetching a gun. It turned out that the taxi just needed a pitch stop, the overheat engine needed some cool water. Luckily the scare was over very quick. Or I would have already running for my life.
Typically, the living room is suppose to act like a club, where you get get a drink in the evenings I think. Obviously, it's also a waiting room, and the place for lineups. Usually there are at least a few girls, and a few rooms for you to use. The price is at the lower end of the $100 to $300 range. Apartments near Recoleta can be decent, but pretty basic with small bathrooms. I don't recommend, especially for independent girls, who are not all likely to afford decent flats. But if you like, you can take them out.
Against online advice from US expats (high price), I visited this apartment on a Sunday. It was closed, while I thought I went to the wrong place. Brothels close on Sundays in Catholic countries? I went back in a few days, after unimpressed by other services.The lift looked like a basket for 4. In my hotel, there were two lifts, one looked like an upright coffin for two, the other slightly better. I didn't see any escape routes, or ladders hanging outside of the buildings.
The manageress was young, meant business, spoke sufficient English except for some pauses looking for words. Then came the lineup. For the apartments that I visited, I decided to leave after the first girl appeared. This was different. The first two or three looked like models, and walked like models in bikini, lingerie and high heels. I think they are from Brazil too, this time more like Victoria Secret models.
Oh, I love lineups, but I almost forgot how it is. Haven't had a lineup in LA for years and not expecting one ever again. I love those pageant like lineup most. Six come out forming a row, come up to you one by one, bow down to shake hands and talk a little. Then another six, then another six ... This one you can say more tasteful. Each girl come into the living room in turns.
I wasn't prepared, or I wasn't prepared that the lineup was that good. My experience was that it only took two or three gorgeous girl to make a mess in my brain. I ended up picking the wrong girls. So in a rush I recalled my lessons - forget about their names, just number them from first to last, left to right if applicable. Whenever you see a new one, you have to make an immediate decision, split second if necessary, whether to pick this girl, or keep your last pick.
After the first few models with gorgeous bodies, I began to raise my expectations, to find a prettier face. All are in mid-twenties I think. Jessica was about 4th in the line. When I saw her face, I forget about the others. She is sweet and looked more Argentinean than Brazilian. Though I forgot to look at her body. She isn't bad, just girl next door compared to model bodies. See, lineups always mess up my mind.
But I wasn't disappointed, it couldn't be more right. Usually the number ones expect you to pick them. If you pick number two, they will be very happy, because every girl thinks that they should be number one. If you go on to number 3 or 4, their happiness go up exponentially. But this only apply to small establishments, where the girls are officially or subtly ranked according to their popularity.
After the last one left, I told the manageress I wanted number 4. It took her some counting to realize that I wanted Jessica. I told her I wanted extra service too. But she told me to negotiate with Jessica herself, not all girls do extras.
Jessica couldn't stop smiling. Perhaps it is her nature, but mostly it had to do with the underdog winning the lineup, and that she was very happy with me one way or the other. She kissed me like she was a puppy. Usually it's the other way round if they let me. She literally screwed me during oral without. Luckily I could take all that without exploding, because I was already over sexed.
After round one, I asked for complete service, the only term in Spanish I couldn't forget. She hesitated for a split second, fetched a condom, ripped it off, fingered it, and fingered herself. She was pretty, GFE, which all made me forget that I was paying, the risk of disease, the less than perfect apartment, that I was in somebody else's bed. I got up again in no time, and completed what I asked for.
We did have time for a drink and some talking in between and after rounds, with the help of my electronic translator. This time I helped her to use it. She understood that I was there for a week's trip. I got it from her, or not, that they welcome people to take out, most apartments do. I never thought of that. Incalls like that in most other countries don't venture into outcall, which become something else.
Sadly, I didn't tell her that I was on my way to the airport. I wasn't cheating her as I didn't need any more pesos left in my wallet, and I rewarded her well. I didn't want the disappointed look in her face. I wanted to leave her happy. If she never see me again, she will not remember me at all.
It's hard not to like the city. European tradition combined with the convenience and bustling of Asian cities. As for pleasure seekers, it would be heaven for Spanish speakers. If I were to pick again, I would pick places where I have the advantage of language, say London, or at least equal, where nobody speaks English or Spanish or Portuguese. But then again, it best to mix pleasure with something else, for the other 23 hours.
BTW, at the time, my 2nd choice will be Brazil, San Paulo rather than Rio, though probably both. I knew nothing about the airports.
ps Use airport taxis. The licensed taxi are plenty and reliable, but they may not go far, such as the airport. Their pretty new paints do not correlate with the old engines inside. I picked a random one on the streets to the airport. I wasn't worrying but the driver was, from the moment I got on broad. Half way through in the middle of nowhere, he abruptly exited the freeway, stopped, rushed out, opened the trunk, and I thought he was fetching a gun. It turned out that the taxi just needed a pitch stop, the overheat engine needed some cool water. Luckily the scare was over very quick. Or I would have already running for my life.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Food and sex 2 (In Buenos Aires)
Getting the right companion, securing a VIP table, being seen, are as much fun as the food, especially when you are not in a Michelin 5 star restaurant. Since I had no dinner dates, I spent most of my meals at my kitchenette.
Recoleta has a few supermarket chains within walking distance, which are about the best looking supermarkets in the world. The checkers have brilliant white uniform shirts, looked like flight attendants, but younger, who would admire your purchase and smile at you. I heard that during the currency crisis, they are all taken over by some foreign power (not USA). If I knew that they all deliver your purchase to your apartment, I would have tried harder to get a more spacious (and cheaper) apartment. I suppose they will deliver to your hotel room, but it's a bit awkward and I don't need that much things in a hotel.
The small kitchenette shouldn't be a problem for me. Raw fish need no cooking! However, the only fresh fish available there were big fat farm salmon. Just like most large chains in the world, the seafood department looked good, but for really good stuff you have to go to specialty shops like Trader Joe's. Also, Argentineans are certainly not big on seafood, as I realize later. There aren't that much Japanese and seafood restaurants around town.
No raw fish, no big deal. So I looked for big juicy steak that can be eaten rare, or in my case, bloody. To my surprise, I couldn't find any! Then I recalled that for beef importing countries, top steak house will use steak from (1) a region in Japan (2) Argentina. The Argentina climate and glass were the reasons the Europeans bring themselves and their cattle. I was puzzled.
I am even more puzzled when I find out that Argentineans still consumes the most beef in the world per capita. Some eat steak for breakfast so their export only ranked third in the world I think. It's true that you can't prepare steak at home as good as at restaurants. Also, you can't use insane heat in barbecues in small apartments. So perhaps they don't cook steak at home.
Perhaps they couldn't afford it? They do have armed guards in drugs and cosmetics stores, because these are rather expensive items. You have to put all bags in lockers before you can go inside. Whenever you go through toll roads, you can see men holding long rifles at their shoulders, aiming and ready to shoot anybody who wouldn't pay. On the way from the airport to town, I think I saw high rise ghost towns.
When I looked closer, I found beef cut like thin bacon. Are Argentineans that poor? Even in Recoleta? Or they will never think of cooking steak at home? Maybe really they eat beef for breakfast, just as some eat bacon. At first I used the little toaster to grill the beef. It was very good. Then I thought of shabu shabu - Japanese boiled beef. It was the best shabu shabu that I ever had. Perhaps you should try that in a Japanese restaurant when you are in Buenos Aires.
Looking at their vegetables in the supermarkets, you would think that Argentineans are big vegetarians, rather than number one in beef consumption. But to go with shabu shabu, nothing beat their spinach, delicate as baby spinach. One dip in the boiling water and you get intense flavor without the need for any spice or source.
With full continental European (ie, minus the big island) traditions, the bread didn't disappoint, even in supermarkets. So I didn't need a kitchenette after all, just a small pot of boiling water, and a little soy source. I had a very healthy diet, virtually fat free, high protein, high energy, easy to digest. I couldn't have enough of it, day after day, sex after sex.
Just like bread, Argentina must have good wine, and you can find it in the supermarkets too. I picked the top bottles of red from the supermarket and it turned out to be a good investment. The gorgeous checkers looked at me as if they wanted to follow me home. Spotting an open bottle on the table, my companions would stay longer for a glass or two, or even helped themselves.
(Part one is here.)
Recoleta has a few supermarket chains within walking distance, which are about the best looking supermarkets in the world. The checkers have brilliant white uniform shirts, looked like flight attendants, but younger, who would admire your purchase and smile at you. I heard that during the currency crisis, they are all taken over by some foreign power (not USA). If I knew that they all deliver your purchase to your apartment, I would have tried harder to get a more spacious (and cheaper) apartment. I suppose they will deliver to your hotel room, but it's a bit awkward and I don't need that much things in a hotel.The small kitchenette shouldn't be a problem for me. Raw fish need no cooking! However, the only fresh fish available there were big fat farm salmon. Just like most large chains in the world, the seafood department looked good, but for really good stuff you have to go to specialty shops like Trader Joe's. Also, Argentineans are certainly not big on seafood, as I realize later. There aren't that much Japanese and seafood restaurants around town.
No raw fish, no big deal. So I looked for big juicy steak that can be eaten rare, or in my case, bloody. To my surprise, I couldn't find any! Then I recalled that for beef importing countries, top steak house will use steak from (1) a region in Japan (2) Argentina. The Argentina climate and glass were the reasons the Europeans bring themselves and their cattle. I was puzzled.
I am even more puzzled when I find out that Argentineans still consumes the most beef in the world per capita. Some eat steak for breakfast so their export only ranked third in the world I think. It's true that you can't prepare steak at home as good as at restaurants. Also, you can't use insane heat in barbecues in small apartments. So perhaps they don't cook steak at home.
Perhaps they couldn't afford it? They do have armed guards in drugs and cosmetics stores, because these are rather expensive items. You have to put all bags in lockers before you can go inside. Whenever you go through toll roads, you can see men holding long rifles at their shoulders, aiming and ready to shoot anybody who wouldn't pay. On the way from the airport to town, I think I saw high rise ghost towns.
When I looked closer, I found beef cut like thin bacon. Are Argentineans that poor? Even in Recoleta? Or they will never think of cooking steak at home? Maybe really they eat beef for breakfast, just as some eat bacon. At first I used the little toaster to grill the beef. It was very good. Then I thought of shabu shabu - Japanese boiled beef. It was the best shabu shabu that I ever had. Perhaps you should try that in a Japanese restaurant when you are in Buenos Aires.
Looking at their vegetables in the supermarkets, you would think that Argentineans are big vegetarians, rather than number one in beef consumption. But to go with shabu shabu, nothing beat their spinach, delicate as baby spinach. One dip in the boiling water and you get intense flavor without the need for any spice or source.
With full continental European (ie, minus the big island) traditions, the bread didn't disappoint, even in supermarkets. So I didn't need a kitchenette after all, just a small pot of boiling water, and a little soy source. I had a very healthy diet, virtually fat free, high protein, high energy, easy to digest. I couldn't have enough of it, day after day, sex after sex.
Just like bread, Argentina must have good wine, and you can find it in the supermarkets too. I picked the top bottles of red from the supermarket and it turned out to be a good investment. The gorgeous checkers looked at me as if they wanted to follow me home. Spotting an open bottle on the table, my companions would stay longer for a glass or two, or even helped themselves.
(Part one is here.)
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Secret Lifestyle of the New Rich in the Digital Age
Thanks to this guy Tim I got an alternative name for something I have been writing, and that's the only thing I thank him for. More on his work later (scroll right). Otherwise, the title would have been Buenos Aires - Internet Escorts.
Since the club girls were at the high end of the $100 to $300 scale, and difficult for them to offer any package deals, I wasn't giving up on Internet Escorts so fast. Though I fired my Virtual Assistance on the first day I arrived.
I set my well trained Internet picture filter to extreme stringent mode, which I never thought I needed to do outside of USA. I had a few disappointments. For the honest ones, they asked me to call another day when they would be available. My filtering skills were useless when they could send anybody irrelevant to your hotel. However, since BA is dense, escorts will arrive in your central location fast, and they are very happy to accept taxi money and go away with a smile. And since their ID's are checked before they can come up to your room, they cannot operate as the numerous ripoff artists in most US cities. Finally, I came up with this.
The picture could be real, possibly one to two years old. You have to minus the neat hair, air brush all over, and possibly some body outline alternation.
There was no wow factor. She dressed as if she just spent a day at work. Though, I didn't realize at the time, there was some Julia Robert feel about her, in tame casual wear. Not surprisingly, she called herself Julia.
Julia looked less pretty, less sharp as in her pictures, of course. Her legs didn't seem to be that great, which attracted me in the first place. But I'm sure she looks great after some ion treatment on her hair, eyebrow trimming, perfect leg shaving, laser all over skin treatment, manicure and pedicure. I don't mean she need any of these, say, having hairy legs. I mean I would say wow if she goes through some subtle makeover, not necessarily obvious things such as cosmetics and US $200 blond coloring.
As for language skills, English in the menu means that her booker understands English. She didn't. She was rather keen on using my pocket electronic Spanish-English Translator. She was rather GFE too. But I didn't know why, we kissed but no sparkles.
At the end she wanted to stay for the night. I pretended not to understand that, and she gave up on using the electronic translator - I didn't help her. That was my rest day in between big dates. I was in recovery mode rather than full of energy. That's why I was adventurous by calling her. I didn't have much to lose. Overnight could be a waste of money. If there was sparkles or electricity, I wouldn't mind letting her stay though. After all, later if I couldn't find any better, she was just a phone call away.
She still wanted to stay for another hour and started talking about compensation. I gave her some more time to see if we match, but I wasn't keen on talking about the exact compensation - it all depended on what I managed to do. At the end she took an honest amount of extra pesos from my wallet.
When we said goodbye at the door, she gave me her card. Since I had only a small table for everything by the door, she could see printed pictures of my potential targets. She went away shaking her head a little, saying tsk, tsk, tsk...
Since the club girls were at the high end of the $100 to $300 scale, and difficult for them to offer any package deals, I wasn't giving up on Internet Escorts so fast. Though I fired my Virtual Assistance on the first day I arrived.
I set my well trained Internet picture filter to extreme stringent mode, which I never thought I needed to do outside of USA. I had a few disappointments. For the honest ones, they asked me to call another day when they would be available. My filtering skills were useless when they could send anybody irrelevant to your hotel. However, since BA is dense, escorts will arrive in your central location fast, and they are very happy to accept taxi money and go away with a smile. And since their ID's are checked before they can come up to your room, they cannot operate as the numerous ripoff artists in most US cities. Finally, I came up with this.
The picture could be real, possibly one to two years old. You have to minus the neat hair, air brush all over, and possibly some body outline alternation.There was no wow factor. She dressed as if she just spent a day at work. Though, I didn't realize at the time, there was some Julia Robert feel about her, in tame casual wear. Not surprisingly, she called herself Julia.
Julia looked less pretty, less sharp as in her pictures, of course. Her legs didn't seem to be that great, which attracted me in the first place. But I'm sure she looks great after some ion treatment on her hair, eyebrow trimming, perfect leg shaving, laser all over skin treatment, manicure and pedicure. I don't mean she need any of these, say, having hairy legs. I mean I would say wow if she goes through some subtle makeover, not necessarily obvious things such as cosmetics and US $200 blond coloring.
As for language skills, English in the menu means that her booker understands English. She didn't. She was rather keen on using my pocket electronic Spanish-English Translator. She was rather GFE too. But I didn't know why, we kissed but no sparkles.
At the end she wanted to stay for the night. I pretended not to understand that, and she gave up on using the electronic translator - I didn't help her. That was my rest day in between big dates. I was in recovery mode rather than full of energy. That's why I was adventurous by calling her. I didn't have much to lose. Overnight could be a waste of money. If there was sparkles or electricity, I wouldn't mind letting her stay though. After all, later if I couldn't find any better, she was just a phone call away.
She still wanted to stay for another hour and started talking about compensation. I gave her some more time to see if we match, but I wasn't keen on talking about the exact compensation - it all depended on what I managed to do. At the end she took an honest amount of extra pesos from my wallet.
When we said goodbye at the door, she gave me her card. Since I had only a small table for everything by the door, she could see printed pictures of my potential targets. She went away shaking her head a little, saying tsk, tsk, tsk...
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Buenos Aires - Club Madahos
I had to try the next best Club. Look what I found? It seems that you can find anything in YouTube.
Madahos is in the tourist area right next to the cemetery, which entered many must see lists in the world, but no one told me that. It is a little more spacious there with clubs, restaurants and hotels lining up. There is the tempting MacDonald's but I went to the mall everyday for a pretty good Internet cafe. I passed the cemetery everyday, often a few times, without the thought of going in.
There is a large stage in the club that you cannot miss after you entered. But again I was too early for the shows. The girls were a lot varied there, different shapes and sizes, and little dress code to speak of. I spotted a girl wearing a Leg Avenue style school uniform. Though a lot of girls dress causally and normally.
Unlike Blacks, soon after I got my drink at the bar stool, a girl came up to me and wouldn't leave me alone. She spoke good English and tried to look like Julie Roberts. She wasn't at all bad, but I wanted to pick up somebody with some wow factor, and wanted to check out the other girls as well. And I wanted to hang around longer for other entertainments instead of going back to my hotel so soon. I told her repeatedly I just wanted a drink at the time, and she disappeared all of a sudden while I wasn't looking.
I got myself a tiny quiet table at the corner when some show started. I was enjoying my beer and cigarettes - the air there was a lot better than my hotel room. I supposed I was alone long enough that a woman came up to me and insisted that I must find company instead of so alone. I realized that she was offering her translation service, no way she was young enough to be an escort for me. I told her I didn't mind company for drinking only. Immediately she got me two rather exotic and very slim girls sitting next to me, a tiny table of four. We got along rather well, because the translator was a conversationalist as well.
At the end, with difficulty I had to pick one to take away. I picked the pretty one rather than the exotic one. Actually both are rather exotic from neighboring countries but not Brazil. At the door, Tony (Soprano) was responsible for transportation. Normally he would send one of his gorgeous, 6 feet+, driver in black suit and black tie to escort us back in one the club's big black cars, which looked like Daimler's at some angles. But he drove us himself. All girls, from Internet to clubs across the spectrum, are from $100 to $300. But for non-Spanish speaking tourist at the higher end clubs, you can't get away with less than $300.
Number one and number two, there is the difference. Madahos' lighting were a lot dimmer than Blacks. It turned out that she wasn't as pretty as I thought. So after sex, I was going back to get the exotic one, the other one that I met at the club. I didn't realize that it must be pretty embarrassing for her. I didn't even told her that I was looking for the other girl. But staff at the door thought there must be something wrong when I appeared with her. Indeed this pretty girl disappeared in no time as soon as we entered the door. I couldn't even offer her a drink. There wasn't anything wrong. I was always on the look for the right girl to spend more time with me. This girl didn't meet all my expectations so I went for the other.
I think I saw the exotic one at the door socializing with other people. She changed into something much more sexy after midnight. I think she noticed me too but we didn't try to connect right away. After a few drinks, me hanging out alone in the bar, she came to me, after some time had passed since I came in, she was sure that there was nothing wrong. Again we went back to my hotel with Tony driving.
I was rather happy with her that I booked her for a couple of hours the next night, late. Perhaps she had seen it all. It's difficult to get her excited about anything. I am certain she didn't get that many customers with so many girls just in one club. And I was paying her top pesos, the same as girls in the number one club gets. She let me took pictures of her naked, gave me email addy when asked, but remained calm about everything. She had to go when time was up. No concession at all, no free dinner offers. For that money, I was sure that I could find somebody better to stay with me overnight, or dinner date, if I knew where to find. I didn't know where so I tried her.
That's enough for club girls. I think they have to report back to duty any time before 6 am, while the clubs start to be busy with locals well after midnight. Dinner is their breakfast, which they may chose to spend with you if you are lucky. They can only offer you some package deals if you catch them on their off days, of which there aren't many.
Madahos is in the tourist area right next to the cemetery, which entered many must see lists in the world, but no one told me that. It is a little more spacious there with clubs, restaurants and hotels lining up. There is the tempting MacDonald's but I went to the mall everyday for a pretty good Internet cafe. I passed the cemetery everyday, often a few times, without the thought of going in.There is a large stage in the club that you cannot miss after you entered. But again I was too early for the shows. The girls were a lot varied there, different shapes and sizes, and little dress code to speak of. I spotted a girl wearing a Leg Avenue style school uniform. Though a lot of girls dress causally and normally.
Unlike Blacks, soon after I got my drink at the bar stool, a girl came up to me and wouldn't leave me alone. She spoke good English and tried to look like Julie Roberts. She wasn't at all bad, but I wanted to pick up somebody with some wow factor, and wanted to check out the other girls as well. And I wanted to hang around longer for other entertainments instead of going back to my hotel so soon. I told her repeatedly I just wanted a drink at the time, and she disappeared all of a sudden while I wasn't looking.
I got myself a tiny quiet table at the corner when some show started. I was enjoying my beer and cigarettes - the air there was a lot better than my hotel room. I supposed I was alone long enough that a woman came up to me and insisted that I must find company instead of so alone. I realized that she was offering her translation service, no way she was young enough to be an escort for me. I told her I didn't mind company for drinking only. Immediately she got me two rather exotic and very slim girls sitting next to me, a tiny table of four. We got along rather well, because the translator was a conversationalist as well.
At the end, with difficulty I had to pick one to take away. I picked the pretty one rather than the exotic one. Actually both are rather exotic from neighboring countries but not Brazil. At the door, Tony (Soprano) was responsible for transportation. Normally he would send one of his gorgeous, 6 feet+, driver in black suit and black tie to escort us back in one the club's big black cars, which looked like Daimler's at some angles. But he drove us himself. All girls, from Internet to clubs across the spectrum, are from $100 to $300. But for non-Spanish speaking tourist at the higher end clubs, you can't get away with less than $300.
Number one and number two, there is the difference. Madahos' lighting were a lot dimmer than Blacks. It turned out that she wasn't as pretty as I thought. So after sex, I was going back to get the exotic one, the other one that I met at the club. I didn't realize that it must be pretty embarrassing for her. I didn't even told her that I was looking for the other girl. But staff at the door thought there must be something wrong when I appeared with her. Indeed this pretty girl disappeared in no time as soon as we entered the door. I couldn't even offer her a drink. There wasn't anything wrong. I was always on the look for the right girl to spend more time with me. This girl didn't meet all my expectations so I went for the other.
I think I saw the exotic one at the door socializing with other people. She changed into something much more sexy after midnight. I think she noticed me too but we didn't try to connect right away. After a few drinks, me hanging out alone in the bar, she came to me, after some time had passed since I came in, she was sure that there was nothing wrong. Again we went back to my hotel with Tony driving.
I was rather happy with her that I booked her for a couple of hours the next night, late. Perhaps she had seen it all. It's difficult to get her excited about anything. I am certain she didn't get that many customers with so many girls just in one club. And I was paying her top pesos, the same as girls in the number one club gets. She let me took pictures of her naked, gave me email addy when asked, but remained calm about everything. She had to go when time was up. No concession at all, no free dinner offers. For that money, I was sure that I could find somebody better to stay with me overnight, or dinner date, if I knew where to find. I didn't know where so I tried her.
That's enough for club girls. I think they have to report back to duty any time before 6 am, while the clubs start to be busy with locals well after midnight. Dinner is their breakfast, which they may chose to spend with you if you are lucky. They can only offer you some package deals if you catch them on their off days, of which there aren't many.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Buenos Aires - Club Black 2
While I was sitting at the long bar alone with 20+ girls, I saw at the corner of my eyes two girls got together and cooked up something. They walked towards me, but the at last minute took up the two empty stools next to me. After settling down, the girl next to me turned her back to the other girl, who was then performing a shoulder massage. So I would be staring right into the eyes of this girl next to me, if I looked directly her way, at 12 o'clock. I kept my face at 2 to 3 o'clock to see what's happening. This girl seemed to be having the best shoulder massage of her life, as if she was having an orgasm, arching her back. She was wearing a vest with bare shoulders. Though the vest was tame, it was a vest anyway.
At this point I think they must have very strict rules about not soliciting clients. So I made the move. I asked and brought her a drink, then we moved on to the lounge area. She was a Brazilian like this, with a less exaggerated, more delicate body, and a prettier face. The other local girls were more delicate or slender that I might prefer, but I couldn't possibly turn down such a lovely girl, especially looking at her animated facial expressions eye to eye.
There wasn't much conversation with English vs Spanish/Portuguese, but she was enjoying her strong alcoholic drink. I was preparing to bring her back fast, when a dancer jumped on our coffee table and started dancing. She was good looking, smaller, more delicate, more slender than main stream US strippers as seen on screen savers. She wore very little, a thong and might be even topless. It was quite cool. She wasn't just a dancer, she was the star of the stage show. She came a long way to our table with nobody else around us. She danced for at least a couple of minutes.
It took a long time for the bill to arrive. I think the manageress determined to talk to me before letting us go, and she had been busy. My tip to the dancer must had been pretty good. My girl, lets call her Brazil, told me to go to the bathroom first and then meet her at the door. I didn't need to go as my hotel was right across the corner. But it seemed that Brazil wouldn't came out again if I didn't go to the bathroom, which was temporarily staffed by yet another gorgeous guy in a gorgeous black suit. The tip tray next to the toilet was full of big peso bills. I told myself that must be joking, and put down a few pesos instead.
Back in my screw room, Brazil took out a stack of 3 condoms from the pocket of her black leather jacket, and put them down on the night stand. Then she started to undress. Wow, I was a little intimidated. Is that a Brazilian standard? Or Buenos Aires custom? Or was she just emptying her pocket, and it happened that they all use the same 3-pack condoms as in US? I had vivid memories of her actions, though in different versions. In version 1, the condoms were in her palm and she banged them hard on the night stand so I could notice that everything was taken care off, or was it a challenge? Version 2: she stacked the condoms neat with her fingers and moved them to the center of the night stand like a gambler.
After round one, she went down the screw to have a glass of water or something, while I was recovering in bed, worrying about the two condoms left on the night stand. Soon I followed her downstairs only to find her helping herself with the best bottle of red from the supermarket. She spoke a little English because I think her mother tongue Portuguese and Spanish aren't that compatible. I understood that at around 22, she was a selfconfused confessed alcoholic. She was forgetful and would hit her forehead rather hard with the palm of her hand when she realizes that she has forgotten something. She did leave behind a little bracelet in my room. Come to think about it now, it might be her way to make sure that she remembered to bring the condoms, and to help her to remember to put them on me.
I didn't remember much else about her. It may be that her idea of a good time is a stack of condoms. It wasn't much GFE. But I didn't remember any flaws about her performance and her body that I want to complain. That is pretty good.
At this point I think they must have very strict rules about not soliciting clients. So I made the move. I asked and brought her a drink, then we moved on to the lounge area. She was a Brazilian like this, with a less exaggerated, more delicate body, and a prettier face. The other local girls were more delicate or slender that I might prefer, but I couldn't possibly turn down such a lovely girl, especially looking at her animated facial expressions eye to eye.
There wasn't much conversation with English vs Spanish/Portuguese, but she was enjoying her strong alcoholic drink. I was preparing to bring her back fast, when a dancer jumped on our coffee table and started dancing. She was good looking, smaller, more delicate, more slender than main stream US strippers as seen on screen savers. She wore very little, a thong and might be even topless. It was quite cool. She wasn't just a dancer, she was the star of the stage show. She came a long way to our table with nobody else around us. She danced for at least a couple of minutes.
It took a long time for the bill to arrive. I think the manageress determined to talk to me before letting us go, and she had been busy. My tip to the dancer must had been pretty good. My girl, lets call her Brazil, told me to go to the bathroom first and then meet her at the door. I didn't need to go as my hotel was right across the corner. But it seemed that Brazil wouldn't came out again if I didn't go to the bathroom, which was temporarily staffed by yet another gorgeous guy in a gorgeous black suit. The tip tray next to the toilet was full of big peso bills. I told myself that must be joking, and put down a few pesos instead.
Back in my screw room, Brazil took out a stack of 3 condoms from the pocket of her black leather jacket, and put them down on the night stand. Then she started to undress. Wow, I was a little intimidated. Is that a Brazilian standard? Or Buenos Aires custom? Or was she just emptying her pocket, and it happened that they all use the same 3-pack condoms as in US? I had vivid memories of her actions, though in different versions. In version 1, the condoms were in her palm and she banged them hard on the night stand so I could notice that everything was taken care off, or was it a challenge? Version 2: she stacked the condoms neat with her fingers and moved them to the center of the night stand like a gambler.
After round one, she went down the screw to have a glass of water or something, while I was recovering in bed, worrying about the two condoms left on the night stand. Soon I followed her downstairs only to find her helping herself with the best bottle of red from the supermarket. She spoke a little English because I think her mother tongue Portuguese and Spanish aren't that compatible. I understood that at around 22, she was a self
I didn't remember much else about her. It may be that her idea of a good time is a stack of condoms. It wasn't much GFE. But I didn't remember any flaws about her performance and her body that I want to complain. That is pretty good.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Buenos Aires - Club Black
At this point I was very disappointed with the Internet escorts. The local agent did claim that she could not guarantee anything about the escorts, but she could get the going rate and that the appointments would be reliable. I was betting that she had some local reputation so the escorts would play less tricks. It wasn't to be.
So I head straight to Club Black, against advise from some US expats. It was really just across the corner from my hotel. It was the number one club. At $300 (peso) an hour outcall, $20+ (US?) per drink, and more for the ladies' drinks, it had to be number one. That's how the negative advice came about. A drink is comparable to a Korean beer in a room Salon in LA, though the drink has higher alcohol content. BTW, my drink was free, got a coupon from the airport.
[In the rush back to my hotel, I didn't look at the bill much. I vaguely remember it's very roughly $20 US a drink. Someone below says its 120 peso for the girl's drink.]
Another important background informaton is that, the above price was in pesos, which used to be about the same as dollars. At the time, the peso had long settled down to roughly one-third of a dollar, but people had long memories about these things. I heard about disputes from time to time about whether the stated price was in peso or dollar. I tried calling an escort with an ad in a newspaper, and asked her what currency was the price, she laughed and said dollars.
I had no legacy problem because I was always thinking in pesos. So I was expecting a hooker bar, somewhat more expensive than the other many such bars. But I should think in terms of dollars, as in the good old days. The club wasn't that plush as compared to top clubs in affluent Asian cities, in prime locations. But it has style, with front like an anonymous bank. There must be a center stage overlooking the corner of a major cross road in Recoleta, as shown in a previous picture. However I never got that far. At the entrance, there was a long bar with some 30 to 50 stools? It was a long walk towards the center stage. Lining the long walk way, opposite the bar, was some group sitting areas, like a lobby in a hotel.
I knew it was early for Latin America standards, 9pm, but I couldn't help it even after I upgraded to a larger hotel room. Instead of looking at the 4 walls all the time, I looked at the screw, walked up the screw, and walked down the screw. I knew there must be at least a group of regulars or VIPs far at the center stage, keeping the staff busy. Otherwise, the bar area was rather quiet, except for some 20+ girls sitting quietly on the bar stools, enjoying their drinks. I walked in, but nothing happened, so I sat at the middle of the long bar with some empty seats. I gave the bartender my coupon and enjoyed my free drink.
I wasn't impressed with the girls at first glance. But I should be. They averaged about 22, mostly local Argentinians, and at $300 a puff lining up the bar, that's quite impressive in terms of dollars. I didn't realize that their dress code was as conservative as some LA room salons, while I was expecting some playboy materials walking around as bunnies. Cleavage and short skirts were rare. Indeed most were dressed in casuals fit for office work. It wasn't designer outfits but they did put enough effort in their clothes to show off their individual styles, while remaining subtle.
As with some Asian culture, where breast enhancements are seen as kiss of death, fancy makeups are seen as cover ups, even in the evenings. So, the lineup seemed tame and plain at first glance. But as hostesses in a hostess club, they seemed to be as good as anywhere else.
I'm sure they all noticed me, and seemed friendly, but I was left alone so I took my time to look around, and to look at more girls gradually turning up for work. After a while, I began to over look their conservative dresses and began to realized that they were pretty young, in different good shapes, and came in many different styles. One was in a subtle cheerleader outfit, and looked like an American high school cheerleader. One even looked a little goth, showing off her awesome waist baring one inch of her tummy. If any of them came up to me, I would say yes yes yes and rushed back to my hotel.
But I think my strategy worked too well. I took the chance to sit at the bar in the hope that I would be left alone to watch all the girls with minimum drinks. Indeed no girls and no waiters bothered me. I began to feel like I was in a Catholic girl school party with all girls sitting on one side, and boys on the other. It didn't matter that I was sitting on the same side with the girls (at the bar), because I was the only boy invited. I smiled at my targets, they smiled back but stayed put. Friendly staring also didn't work. If anybody came up to sell drinks or whatever, I would have told them to get me that girl. But nobody came. The girls looked at me looking back at them and other girls. By then my free drink was over long ago, and I had more drinks than I wanted to drink.
So I head straight to Club Black, against advise from some US expats. It was really just across the corner from my hotel. It was the number one club. At $300 (peso) an hour outcall, $20+ (US?) per drink, and more for the ladies' drinks, it had to be number one. That's how the negative advice came about. A drink is comparable to a Korean beer in a room Salon in LA, though the drink has higher alcohol content. BTW, my drink was free, got a coupon from the airport.
[In the rush back to my hotel, I didn't look at the bill much. I vaguely remember it's very roughly $20 US a drink. Someone below says its 120 peso for the girl's drink.]
Another important background informaton is that, the above price was in pesos, which used to be about the same as dollars. At the time, the peso had long settled down to roughly one-third of a dollar, but people had long memories about these things. I heard about disputes from time to time about whether the stated price was in peso or dollar. I tried calling an escort with an ad in a newspaper, and asked her what currency was the price, she laughed and said dollars.
I had no legacy problem because I was always thinking in pesos. So I was expecting a hooker bar, somewhat more expensive than the other many such bars. But I should think in terms of dollars, as in the good old days. The club wasn't that plush as compared to top clubs in affluent Asian cities, in prime locations. But it has style, with front like an anonymous bank. There must be a center stage overlooking the corner of a major cross road in Recoleta, as shown in a previous picture. However I never got that far. At the entrance, there was a long bar with some 30 to 50 stools? It was a long walk towards the center stage. Lining the long walk way, opposite the bar, was some group sitting areas, like a lobby in a hotel.
I knew it was early for Latin America standards, 9pm, but I couldn't help it even after I upgraded to a larger hotel room. Instead of looking at the 4 walls all the time, I looked at the screw, walked up the screw, and walked down the screw. I knew there must be at least a group of regulars or VIPs far at the center stage, keeping the staff busy. Otherwise, the bar area was rather quiet, except for some 20+ girls sitting quietly on the bar stools, enjoying their drinks. I walked in, but nothing happened, so I sat at the middle of the long bar with some empty seats. I gave the bartender my coupon and enjoyed my free drink.
I wasn't impressed with the girls at first glance. But I should be. They averaged about 22, mostly local Argentinians, and at $300 a puff lining up the bar, that's quite impressive in terms of dollars. I didn't realize that their dress code was as conservative as some LA room salons, while I was expecting some playboy materials walking around as bunnies. Cleavage and short skirts were rare. Indeed most were dressed in casuals fit for office work. It wasn't designer outfits but they did put enough effort in their clothes to show off their individual styles, while remaining subtle.
As with some Asian culture, where breast enhancements are seen as kiss of death, fancy makeups are seen as cover ups, even in the evenings. So, the lineup seemed tame and plain at first glance. But as hostesses in a hostess club, they seemed to be as good as anywhere else.
I'm sure they all noticed me, and seemed friendly, but I was left alone so I took my time to look around, and to look at more girls gradually turning up for work. After a while, I began to over look their conservative dresses and began to realized that they were pretty young, in different good shapes, and came in many different styles. One was in a subtle cheerleader outfit, and looked like an American high school cheerleader. One even looked a little goth, showing off her awesome waist baring one inch of her tummy. If any of them came up to me, I would say yes yes yes and rushed back to my hotel.
But I think my strategy worked too well. I took the chance to sit at the bar in the hope that I would be left alone to watch all the girls with minimum drinks. Indeed no girls and no waiters bothered me. I began to feel like I was in a Catholic girl school party with all girls sitting on one side, and boys on the other. It didn't matter that I was sitting on the same side with the girls (at the bar), because I was the only boy invited. I smiled at my targets, they smiled back but stayed put. Friendly staring also didn't work. If anybody came up to sell drinks or whatever, I would have told them to get me that girl. But nobody came. The girls looked at me looking back at them and other girls. By then my free drink was over long ago, and I had more drinks than I wanted to drink.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Buenos Aires - the screw room
With Abril gone, I began to reconsider my choice of hotel. I picked Ulises because it is in the very center of things, but yet it is so small that I didn't feel like a tourist, a sex tourist. If you walk past the street you will easily miss it, even though it's has a reception and lounge with glass walls facing outside. I worked out the escort to room rate ratio to arrive at the room I picked. I didn't need to impress the girls with a 5 star hotel, but by generosity. I would let them know that I have a couple of days looking for the right company, and they would fight for it.
I think Ulises was an old residential building converted to hotel use, possibly only partially. To appreciate how small it is, and how expensive the land in the area, on the right is all the tables in the breakfast area. They don't use a lot of tables, instead shelves in the walls. There wasn't a proper table in my room. The flower vast in the last blog picture was put on a shelf resembling a normal dressing table.
I don't like going to places with no connections, no business, no sight seeing. There are plenty of things to do like sight seeing in BA, but I decided to try a dedicated trip, and I would only go sight seeing if I found the right "company". I knew I would spend a lot of time in the room. It was at about third or fourth floor so I could hear the busy traffic down there. There was air condition but I liked to open the windows as I intended to smoke a lot. After a few hours looking at the four walls, I decided to upgrade.
This is the view from my balcony of my new room, in the same hotel. The number one club, Blacks, was surprising close to me, literally a stone throw away, right at the corner. Directly facing me across the street on the left is a big 5 star hotel, with only a tiny bit appearing on the picture. Following the road to the left is a large Citibank, next to the hotel. Further down is a bunch of European banks, Lloyds, Barclays? , and some names that I don't recognize, which must be Swiss, Italian, Spanish banks etc.
Compared to the 5 star hotel you can see across from my balcony, I had a balcony, tall green plants, complete with British Homebase garden furniture! Not bad. But I think I had only half of a normal BA apartment. This is the complete width of the apartment.
I think Ulises was an old residential building converted to hotel use, possibly only partially. To appreciate how small it is, and how expensive the land in the area, on the right is all the tables in the breakfast area. They don't use a lot of tables, instead shelves in the walls. There wasn't a proper table in my room. The flower vast in the last blog picture was put on a shelf resembling a normal dressing table.I don't like going to places with no connections, no business, no sight seeing. There are plenty of things to do like sight seeing in BA, but I decided to try a dedicated trip, and I would only go sight seeing if I found the right "company". I knew I would spend a lot of time in the room. It was at about third or fourth floor so I could hear the busy traffic down there. There was air condition but I liked to open the windows as I intended to smoke a lot. After a few hours looking at the four walls, I decided to upgrade.
This is the view from my balcony of my new room, in the same hotel. The number one club, Blacks, was surprising close to me, literally a stone throw away, right at the corner. Directly facing me across the street on the left is a big 5 star hotel, with only a tiny bit appearing on the picture. Following the road to the left is a large Citibank, next to the hotel. Further down is a bunch of European banks, Lloyds, Barclays? , and some names that I don't recognize, which must be Swiss, Italian, Spanish banks etc.
Compared to the 5 star hotel you can see across from my balcony, I had a balcony, tall green plants, complete with British Homebase garden furniture! Not bad. But I think I had only half of a normal BA apartment. This is the complete width of the apartment.
I was pleased for a few seconds when I realized that my room had a kitchenette. I rejected the idea when I booked because of the escort-to-room rate ratio. The kitchenette turned out to be a great challenge. On the right is the new version with boutique disguise. On the left is the authentic version, smaller and shallower than a CA book shelf! But complete with kitchen sink, electric counter top stove and even fridge. Now the lovely toaster-grill is gone, replaced by a tasteless microwave. The electric stove is gone for safety, giving you a electric kettle instead, which boils water a lot faster, but not as fast as a microwave.
To compensate for my half size apartment, I got another quarter, up above. To reach it, there is the screw. There is nothing up there except for the bed, and a decent sized bath room with a
tub.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Buenos Aires 2
The East Coast has it all, a lot closer to the Caribbeans, Brazil, Buenos Aires and Europe. We only have Hawaii. Flying to BA takes as long as direct flights to the Far East, roughly the same as Europe. At the last minute, I hate to pay a lot for direct flights to BA, which I thought was closer in the same America. I flew via Miami instead.
Arriving at BA is a casual affair. Quite a number of people transit to neighboring countries, leaving about a bus load of passengers going through custom, easily handled by a single officer in a small area. You only notice that the airport is quite big and modern when you leave. I think a few planes set off together to US when I returned.
It's simplest to get cash at the ATM if you know where it is. After going through custom, you will see the big company providing both airport taxi and bus with English speaking staffs. The bus still drop you off at your hotel doors in turn, but there is a time table.
My hotel is Ulises Recoleta, before it turned into a Boutique hotel. Recoleta is the most expensive residential area in Argentina, like Beverly Hills or Manhattan, but a lot smaller. Small like Asia, that you can walk in and out of the neighborhood. It's just as densely populated as Asia, with mostly tall buildings, but with the occasional historical buildings.
I think this is my room in the new boutique disguise. Before it was more like La Quinta or Ramada, which are decent no-fancy motels. You can see all the space there is, except for the small bathroom.
I called my agent to see which girl she managed to book. Not Libia, whom I later think must be a bait. She is real alright, but she's also too popular because of the recommendations of the local American expats, or more appropriately, semi-retired Americans living cheap. If you don't have connections, you don't easily get your turn. And if you are seen as a nobody, newbie, loose canon, expecting too much, you will not have the chance to tell the truth.
Atina wasn't coming either. Maybe she wasn't keen on doing one hour as she had overnight rates. But it would be a waste of time if we couldn't get along. A short introduction first would be ideal.
So I would be waiting for Abril, my third choice. The front desk called me up to say that I have a visitor. She had to go through ID checks in order to get in. I was surprised when I opened the door. Instead of this, a spinner, I got something like this:
My Abril is not as big as in the picture, but similarly voluptuous. She is not model material, but she is tall and has long legs. I didn't remember if she was even blond, but she had medium to short hair. She was pleasant looking and may be a little prettier. However, cosmetics, along with any other imports, are luxury goods in Argentina. Most girls look a bit plain. It's very different from the plain look in USA, where you could spend a lot on cosmetics to hide the flaws. There was no sex in her clothes either. She could go to her day job, to school and commute in that.
It's so ridiculously different that I showed her my printed picture of her from the Internet, laughing at her. She tried to ignore me, kept her calm, remained courteous, walked past me and stayed deep inside the room, sitting on the bed.
Every time, I find it uneasy to turn down a girl. And this is what my local Spanish speaking agent can do for me, can I do any better? Between she and me, we can only communicate with a few English words. The only thing to do was to start stripping and get on with it.
There was something subtly not right about her, which I couldn't point my finger at then. Later I realized that she had an orange tan, very orange, orange on pale skin. If in CA I would think she was on some cheap wipe on tan. But in BA that would be expensive too. Maybe she really had the perfect tan that girls would kill for. That was the only resemblance of her and her less orange, more tan, Internet pictures.
My great disappointment was that she had two big flat flaps on her chest. It wasn't ugly at all, but just needed some time to get use to. There are plenty of imperfect real breasts in Asia and Europe, but they looked different. When talking about flat chested, it's usually in the form of A and sub A's, which can be quite perky as compared to two big flat tires. Of course in CA, you will never see that in an escort. The first thing she will do is to spend a few thousands or more to get an work-of-art-enhancement, flying to Asia for a better price if necessary.
Being accused of not-the-girl-in-the-picture, Abril had no illusions. She wasn't doing everything to keep me coming back. But she was very courteous, which had something to do with the fact that we didn't manage to break the ice. She wasn't GFE, and I didn't enter the John's trance. I wasn't that horny anyway. I booked someone for the afternoon because if I found the right girl, I could easily afford some company for the dinner, evening and might be more.
She got naked and got on the bed, lied causally at some random angle on the bed cover. I got on top. Did it. It was not at all gentle but the bed was still rather neat after I finally finished. Perhaps all action was vertical.
One good thing about S American girls is that, when they hear the magic word, they just turn over and spread a little, so I could enter from behind. She did have a nice firm ass.
By the way, she left me this card with her number on. There was my name and my room number too, which I still wondered why.
Arriving at BA is a casual affair. Quite a number of people transit to neighboring countries, leaving about a bus load of passengers going through custom, easily handled by a single officer in a small area. You only notice that the airport is quite big and modern when you leave. I think a few planes set off together to US when I returned.
It's simplest to get cash at the ATM if you know where it is. After going through custom, you will see the big company providing both airport taxi and bus with English speaking staffs. The bus still drop you off at your hotel doors in turn, but there is a time table.
My hotel is Ulises Recoleta, before it turned into a Boutique hotel. Recoleta is the most expensive residential area in Argentina, like Beverly Hills or Manhattan, but a lot smaller. Small like Asia, that you can walk in and out of the neighborhood. It's just as densely populated as Asia, with mostly tall buildings, but with the occasional historical buildings.
I think this is my room in the new boutique disguise. Before it was more like La Quinta or Ramada, which are decent no-fancy motels. You can see all the space there is, except for the small bathroom.I called my agent to see which girl she managed to book. Not Libia, whom I later think must be a bait. She is real alright, but she's also too popular because of the recommendations of the local American expats, or more appropriately, semi-retired Americans living cheap. If you don't have connections, you don't easily get your turn. And if you are seen as a nobody, newbie, loose canon, expecting too much, you will not have the chance to tell the truth.
Atina wasn't coming either. Maybe she wasn't keen on doing one hour as she had overnight rates. But it would be a waste of time if we couldn't get along. A short introduction first would be ideal.
So I would be waiting for Abril, my third choice. The front desk called me up to say that I have a visitor. She had to go through ID checks in order to get in. I was surprised when I opened the door. Instead of this, a spinner, I got something like this:
My Abril is not as big as in the picture, but similarly voluptuous. She is not model material, but she is tall and has long legs. I didn't remember if she was even blond, but she had medium to short hair. She was pleasant looking and may be a little prettier. However, cosmetics, along with any other imports, are luxury goods in Argentina. Most girls look a bit plain. It's very different from the plain look in USA, where you could spend a lot on cosmetics to hide the flaws. There was no sex in her clothes either. She could go to her day job, to school and commute in that.It's so ridiculously different that I showed her my printed picture of her from the Internet, laughing at her. She tried to ignore me, kept her calm, remained courteous, walked past me and stayed deep inside the room, sitting on the bed.
Every time, I find it uneasy to turn down a girl. And this is what my local Spanish speaking agent can do for me, can I do any better? Between she and me, we can only communicate with a few English words. The only thing to do was to start stripping and get on with it.
There was something subtly not right about her, which I couldn't point my finger at then. Later I realized that she had an orange tan, very orange, orange on pale skin. If in CA I would think she was on some cheap wipe on tan. But in BA that would be expensive too. Maybe she really had the perfect tan that girls would kill for. That was the only resemblance of her and her less orange, more tan, Internet pictures.
My great disappointment was that she had two big flat flaps on her chest. It wasn't ugly at all, but just needed some time to get use to. There are plenty of imperfect real breasts in Asia and Europe, but they looked different. When talking about flat chested, it's usually in the form of A and sub A's, which can be quite perky as compared to two big flat tires. Of course in CA, you will never see that in an escort. The first thing she will do is to spend a few thousands or more to get an work-of-art-enhancement, flying to Asia for a better price if necessary.
Being accused of not-the-girl-in-the-picture, Abril had no illusions. She wasn't doing everything to keep me coming back. But she was very courteous, which had something to do with the fact that we didn't manage to break the ice. She wasn't GFE, and I didn't enter the John's trance. I wasn't that horny anyway. I booked someone for the afternoon because if I found the right girl, I could easily afford some company for the dinner, evening and might be more.
She got naked and got on the bed, lied causally at some random angle on the bed cover. I got on top. Did it. It was not at all gentle but the bed was still rather neat after I finally finished. Perhaps all action was vertical.
One good thing about S American girls is that, when they hear the magic word, they just turn over and spread a little, so I could enter from behind. She did have a nice firm ass.
By the way, she left me this card with her number on. There was my name and my room number too, which I still wondered why.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Buenos Aires
If you have a week to go somewhere alone, where will it be? The cost of service ruled out many places. Bangkok is too far and I was overwhelmed with information that I didn't want. Though, I do have fond memories for the one night I stopped over. I've been there and I'm not a big fan of the Caribbean, especially if I can go anywhere else. There are no easy targets in Eastern Europe and Russia. It's not easy to go around independently alone, and it seems not very safe. Brazil is relatively close, but I don't particularly dig Brazilian girls and I suppose I have to confine myself to the hotel complex to feel safe alone.
I ended up picking Argentina. There's lot of relevant information. They have a big Internet escort industry, though just as fake as US. It's supposed to be safe in some Buenos Aires neighborhoods. Being in California, you tend to hear a lot more about Spanish speaking destinations. There's a lot of other things too - food, wine, arts, shows, shopping, scenery, etc.
Imagine that, via an agent, I can make appointments before I leave home, for a few dollars or 10? These were the three choices I made on the afternoon of my arrival.
Libia, with both front and back view, must had done a lot for Buenos Aires tourist industry. If I were to create an ideal woman from scratch, it will not turn out to be like her. But when I see her semi-professional pictures, she became my first choice, and maybe the reason for going to Argentina - I had high hopes.
What could go wrong with Alina? If her face didn't match her pictures, I wouldn't let her in. She even stated a reasonable overnight rate too.
No girl stood out for the 3rd choice, so I picked Abril, who looked different from the rest, and took the risk.
Stay tuned for the rest of the week, at this point I was still at home!
I ended up picking Argentina. There's lot of relevant information. They have a big Internet escort industry, though just as fake as US. It's supposed to be safe in some Buenos Aires neighborhoods. Being in California, you tend to hear a lot more about Spanish speaking destinations. There's a lot of other things too - food, wine, arts, shows, shopping, scenery, etc.
Imagine that, via an agent, I can make appointments before I leave home, for a few dollars or 10? These were the three choices I made on the afternoon of my arrival.
Libia, with both front and back view, must had done a lot for Buenos Aires tourist industry. If I were to create an ideal woman from scratch, it will not turn out to be like her. But when I see her semi-professional pictures, she became my first choice, and maybe the reason for going to Argentina - I had high hopes. 
What could go wrong with Alina? If her face didn't match her pictures, I wouldn't let her in. She even stated a reasonable overnight rate too. 
No girl stood out for the 3rd choice, so I picked Abril, who looked different from the rest, and took the risk.Stay tuned for the rest of the week, at this point I was still at home!
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