The day after

With her still sitting on my cock, I lifted her up and put her down back on the bed clumsily, only to find her head dangling completely over the edge, supported by my two hands. There was only one right thing to do. I kissed her deeply.

She must be finding her predicament amusing, her position slightly novel, and accepted her fate merrily.

I was still horny after writing about the one night stand the day before. Then there was a golden opportunity to spend my time productively. Being two days on a roll was excessive, but it could be a long wait for the next chance even if I would have the capacity to take it.

In the darkest of times, I never dumped Chanel for whatever reasons; I  had monthly rendezvous to look forward to until she dumped me to get married. Not knowing that I was driving with or without glasses, she did wonders. For keeping me sane always and through my last comeback, she was a bargain.

The nameless girl that I met yesterday left town, and she was too far away nevertheless. I was looking for someone similar, but this girl shrank from her pictures in all dimensions. Instead of more of a Warrior Princess with a narrow waist, she was a spinner, a bit older than the type I used to.

Knowing that she was happy to have me and that she wasn't likely to refuse, I took her into the bathtub for a shower. In turn, we soaped up each other and then rinsed. Being tiny, I noticed that her feet were doable. I washed her toes thoroughly.

I remembered the days when Jordan, and even Chanel, her threesome partner, tried to destroy my evil plans. Drying myself on the shiny white bathmat, I was contemplating whether to wait for her creepily outside the tub or go into the bedroom alone. She ended my dilemma when she stepped out of the tub when I had to give way for her by stepping onto the shiny white bathmat by the sink.

After drying myself, I just stood there watching her. It was a very natural behavior to stare at a naked girl drying herself. When she finished and before she could take a wrong footstep, I offered to carry her. Not only did she had no desire to resist, but also she understood and was expecting.

I put her on the bed, got on top of her making full body contact, and then kissed her deeply. She taking it calmly, there was nothing spectacular. More commonly, girls would duck out of it or give it some passion getting it over with for once, and then no more.

Next, I fixated on her imported pair of breasts. They were in great shape, with an excellent size, highly squeezable and indestructible. Unlike some other pairs, I could hold tight on both simultaneously, so tight as to milking them while still had more than enough below the nipples to suck on alternatively and repeatedly.

She having decent skin, I tried to freak her out by homing in on her armpits. For the first time, she resisted, leaving me nowhere near my targets. Instead, I wet kissed her tummy, all the way down to her pussy.

While dining on her pussy, I remembered to give her the chopstick, fucking her with two of my fingers. Munching with my lips and painting with my tongue, I went down both of her tights, knees, lower legs until I reached her feet. I stretched her legs like chicken wings while enjoying her small feet. Seeing that she took it well, I began to test her tolerance by licking and tickling her sole. She was immune. When my passion ran high, I hold her foot like a bottle, put her big toe in my mouth, sucking like a hungry baby. I left no toes unattended.

When I turned her over, I was surprised to find her Hercules heel. She giggled when I licked her calf muscle like a giant churro. That was the excuse to do some more of the same and then more, finally reaching her butt.

I treated her bottom equally with her breasts, the difference being that I had to dig into her cheeks with my fingers to hold them tight. There being no center of attraction, I had to kiss, lick and suck all around.

When my passion ran higher, I bite on her butt, gently first, then harder. Knowing that I wasn't going to hurt her a bit, she just laid there. Before I released her, I bite as hard as I could without leaving any marks, shivering uncontrollably as if in a minor tremor.

Obviously,  she knew that I was satisfied, being able to do whatever I wanted, mostly. Consequently, she cut short her pleasure routine to compensate for the time already spent. There was no need for it nevertheless because my cock was as stiff as a rod then. After giving short, but undivided, attention to my shaft and balls, she put on the cover, climbed over me, and began to ride.

Being greedy and shameless, I held tight onto her boobs when she was riding hide and low until I lifted her up, set her down and kissed her intensely. As awkward as it looked and she felt, it was stimulating.

There was little difference from kissing a severed head, the only being that she was alive, warm-blooded. I tested her limit by bringing out my tongue into her mouth, searching for hers, and then starting a fight, over and over again. During the intermissions, I would drop her head about two inches down to look at her reactions, and laugh at her predicament. She took everything graciously. Being screwed by a stiff rod, placed under a human meat press, she sure had the passion brought out of her, so different from the kisses when I came in, and those when I first set her down on the bed.

When I knew the end was coming in that familiar situation with a little twist, though, a missionary with deep kissing on a severed head, I pulled out to accomplish what she inspired me to. She was such an obedient girl that I had to flat iron her.

When I twirled my index finger, she seemed to read my mind as she turned but didn't get up on all fours. I should have remembered that it was an impossible task entering directly, but I tried anyhow and failed.

If I ever got into a flat ironing position, it was first a doggy, followed by leg pulling so my opponent would collapse flat on the bed. But it was rather clumsy to keep my cock inside. From numerous experiments, the easier way is to do the spoon first, after that it is just a matter of rolling 90 degrees.

My insight was substantiated when I was spooning Friendly just a few weeks ago, she asking me in some barely audible pillow talk why I didn't carry onto the flat iron, meaning that it was usually the way to do it. I would love to if she had asked earlier when I still could. Unfortunately, that explains why some girls don't like spooning. Doing the spoon itself had its beauty when I had the excuse to spread her legs and lift one high up the way I wanted artistically, exposing the sight of her vulnerable entrances.

Even though it was my favorite position, I didn't linger on a bit, rolling her over flat on the bed as soon as I penetrated. The climax was near and enough time had passed that I knew I should hang over to the next lucky guy. I was fucking her like a meat tenderizer, fast and furious.

To keep our connection throughout, she kept her head raised, making it possible to maintain eye contact and lip contact for that matter. I found my arm naturally around her neck, hard not to choke her when I needed one more anchor to stable myself during meat tenderizing. I even had the urge to twist her head off!

As fun as it was, the climax was nothing dramatic compared to that of the day before, when it was as spectacular as the decisive moment of a great tug of war.

In raising her head during the flat iron, I think she tried to avoid her makeup staining the bedsheet, or more likely, unseen stains on the sheet from getting on her face!

If you think that a grammatically correct, well-read, well-bred, extensively traveled person has taken over the blog, you are insane. I always have put up the undecipherable shield to protect my copyright. I happened to turn on the grammar checker just as I did many years ago when I used Word. Some day, when the writing tools become more fun to use, I may write a book, an easy step up as I have been discovered already by the media.  (R.I.P. Gawker)

A female first person version of the book may follow, with multiple endings (pun intended), as the bridge to an audio book, generated by text-to-speech machines that understand intonation tags. It's fun, good exercise when the river runs dry, or before that, money runs out.

What a break

Glancing into the three-piece body-sized mirror at two o'clock, I can see myself penetrating this tall girl bending over on the dresser with both legs straightened and tightened, while I was giving out the last battle cry as if being pulled over in a tug of war.

Since I'm preparing for a break from my adventures, my choices suddenly become wide open when I'm horny. One night stand becomes a good thing because if I don't regret it the next morning, I still may not be returning.

This nameless girl is tall and big, in the sense that it is these types that I lust after when I was a little boy. She has long legs, big top and bottom with narrow waist, a bit thicker than models, and very appetizing. Since I have seen most of her naked body, hardly anything can go wrong unless ...

Fake pictures! Fortunately, she is a horizontally stretched version of her pictures. A bit thicker than I imagined but it's worth the price to pay for not picking those delicate schoolgirls who could easily charge $700 for a half hour (and I believe her). With little makeup on, she didn't look any worse than her pictures. By the way, I had the experience of meeting somebody that was a vertically compressed version of her pictures! You might think that it's the same effect but I was imagining a tall model when I got short squashy lower legs.

The nightmare architecture is spreading. I drove a mile in circles up several levels to reach the rooftop, where I parked at the guest spaces. But not being in a classy hotel has it's advantages. There was the choice of mirrors with one wall mirror by the bed and a freestanding three piece by the dresser. While I was sitting low naked on the bed corner having a hard time deciding, she kneeled down and lowered her body further to access my cock and blew.

Whereas she was passionate and her job enjoyable, I told myself "not so fast" and got up. I reminded myself what I came for, even though her pictures were a bit stretched. I pulled her up, held her hands and lead her to the front of the three piece mirror.

Even though she was never who I would call pretty in her pictures, in real life she was every bit kissable. Maybe her body distorts impressions just as heavenly bodies distort space-time. I deep kissed her but she wasn't passionate. Then I moved on to her breasts. They were big, looked natural on her large frame, and seemed to defy gravity. I sucked and licked on one big papaya while holding and squeezing the other, and vice versa, vice versa ... She felt a bit awkward just standing there but I liked it that way, on occasion looking at myself enjoying the fruitiness.

Then it was my turn to kneel down. She is Warrior Princess crossed Bay Watch. You may think she is big but her tummy is a lot tighter than Winter by the look of it, and she looks a lot better because of her height. I checked below her tummy with my lips and tongue, only briefly because it wasn't a convenient position. So I brought up my fingers. I was a little surprised when she refused to be penetrated. I only brought them up because I thought she was those tough, rough and ready type.

So, while still kneeling, I turned her around to look at what I was coming for. Her butt was full, round and tight. Whenever I was looking at that I would hit her with my palm unconciously. My hand just bounced off without much damage. I did what I could do - lips, tongue, and a bit of teeth. And I was holding her cheeks or hips tightly with my hands all the time. Then I did some more, all around.

What drove me a bit crazy was that her crack was so deep that my tongue could hardly reach anything. It was the lure of the explorer's never ending quest.

Lifting my face from her butt, I can see in the mirror that her legs were straighter and tighter because of her bending over position on the dresser. They were a bit thicker than a supermodel but looked great at the moment. Like a master painter, I drew a bamboo on her leg with one non-stop stroke of my tongue, from butt to ankle. Then I went upwards from her other ankle. Not satisfied with my work, I doubled down on her lower legs, which actually looked good despite her size and thickness.

I sat back at the corner of the low bed when she almost crawled to get to taste my cock. She was so good, so passionate and I was at such an excited state watching the mirrors. I cut short her fixation at my cock and asked for the cover. Any other time I would have satisfied even if I blewup on her face or in her mouth if she wanted it. But this time I had things to cover.

When she came back with the cover, I was standing at the end of the bed. Knowing what to do, she laid down on the bed allowing me to do a missionary while standing up. I penetrated with a full erection. Other than standing up, we were having sex very naturally. She wasn't avoiding intimacy. We weren't eye to eye but she wasn't closing her eyes, wasn't looking away, nor turning away from me. I kissed her cheek, near her ears and then went for her lips. With a hard rod inside, I think she became passionate, not as much as some of my schoolgirls but a lot more than a dozen minutes ago.

Soon I realized that it was my release position, my check mate position. I trained myself so many times on this. Again, this wasn't what I was coming for. So immediately I ducked out of an intense tongue fight, pulled out, got up and pulled her up to the dresser.

She knew she had to bend over on the dresser. Having not enough warmup, she pulled my cock between her cheeks and aimed it at her pussy. She wanted me to penetrate but retained her hands as a buffer. She was pulling me into her but not for the full length of my equipment. Then she was stirring herself with my rod.

Once she got comfortable, she let go of her hand and allowed me to roam freely. The only thing I know was to ram her hard, stroke after stroke, faster and faster. Of course there was one more thing; I was looking at both of us through the mirror when I wasn't staring close at her cheeks. I was holding her hips so tight to bang against myself, anybody else would have got deep finger marks.

It was what I was coming for, but got more than I bargained for. I wouldn't have expected the dresser by the three piece mirror. When I pounded harder and faster, her body naturally tensed up to absorb the blows. Her tighter muscle and her post in the mirror in turn drove me to pound even harder and faster.

I knew it was coming. I stopped her when she was crawling on the floor sucking me. I stopped myself when I was deep kissing her while standing with my cock inside her. Now I wasn't going to stop. But I didn't want it to end either. Holding her tight and banging her hard, I was using as much as energy and force as in a tug of war. I am usually a quiet person, but in sports and battle, you are allowed to shout, cheer or cry. Perhaps it was my last ditch effort before the end. Perhaps it was the victorious scene in the mirror. Perhaps I was trying to say no like a kid not wanting to leave the park. Perhaps I wanted to shout, "I did it".

"Ahhhhh!", I uttered a loud sound not unlike some adult movies. It's my first time, I think. Maybe it shouldn't be a one night stand after all.


 

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Nexus 5X & Project Fi updates

First review

It's the end of the road now for the 5X. Good or bad, every phone has a life of one year, before a newer model takes over. I'm still very happy with the 5X for the price I paid. Now Project Fi members can get more for $200! It's really not a bad deal for an unlocked phone with those spec.

Of all the bad things you heard about it, nothing happened to me. I would adviced against those memory resident apps that are there running all the time. School kids all install some security protection programs to feel safe and some cleanup programs to save storage. These are not doing anything or not worth the resources or just slow phones down.

I do have some complains that should be improved with a newer model. Somehow the phone can be triggered inside my pant pocket. And it always clear the list in my outofmilk app.

You may be able to notch or shake the phone into doing something. It's a mistery to me.

You can't easily wakeup the phone lying flat on the table. You have to press the power button, wipe up to get the pattern login screen (if you set it). It's so much inconvenient compared to picking up the phone. Once you pick it up, your index finger print will be already on the sensor and the phone unlocked before you think about it. Of course you can use voice command now but you don't want to do it at your open office.

OK, there are some lags occassionally but they are more likely due to temporary network or cache issues. Most of the time, touch response is instant. And it depends very much were you came from. If you have an iPhone 6, you may feel the occassional lag on the 5X. If you were stepping up like me, it's heaven compared to my old phone. I also have the 6S plus. Usually you have the same instant response for the 5X and 6S, or other flagship phones for that matter.

The good? Fingerprint sensor. LG pioneered (?) putting the power button and volumn buttons at the back. It was pretty good once you get used to it. The fringerprint sensor is even better there. It's flat, no bulk and no moving parts.

Voice input/command is pretty good too. I haven't try Siri much but I prefer a short list of simple commands with high reliability. I can call and text using voice with high reliability. Google can catch the simple phrases that I often use reliably. I can see that the phrases are recognized and corrected heavily by AI in the cloud. It's useful when you have a bad accent and bad environment.

Now you can use voice to unlock the phone too. So it's perfect using it on car dashboards, totally handsfree.

I basically used Hangout for a 2nd VOIP line, a separate number for voice and text. It works perfectly. And two lines are active at the same time. But Hangout can be used by one account at a time. You can only login as your main account or your secret player account, not both. Though you can switch instantly but it's not good enough.

I suggest using Hangout only for the player account with a secret 2nd line while it last. And you refuse to use it for your normal open social life. Use Allo or SMS instead for your normal friends.

In my setup, my secret friends all belong to the same company. You have to dig into the contact details to find out their names. I have a duplicated contact list like a normal list with their names, but it was hidden in another Google account, logged into a different user on the phone.

Now I seldom need to log into the secret user on the phone to get the full contact list. I rarely receive calls, but if I do I can tell by the company name that I should receive it. And since sms are stored, I can tell who I was texting just by looking at the history. You can always find some excuse to type her name into the history to make sure. Also, I think I can search the contacts using voice or text input, even the names are hidden deep inside the details.

Project FI is not the cheapest but the killer feature hidden in plain sight is the data only sim. You only pay once for one FI account and you can have a lot of data only sim. It doesn't cost you any money if you don't use it at all, and when you use it, you only pay for the data used, down to each cent I think.

Since voice and text don't use much data, and that you can use a data only sim for a fully functional VOIP phone, you are paying about $0 for unlimited voice and text for every additional line. Or you can use your tablet as the secret phone that nobody suspects.

My 5X survived many falls naked. The screen is hardly scartched. A tough pretty phone.

Break

Are you kidding me? Just when I am having lots of fund, meeting all the right girls, and having all the money I have to spend, I have to take a break!

I think when Margaret came back after a long break and started kissing me, I sold some stocks, even at a good price. I saw her as much as I could and being introduced to Lincy as well. And I am not giving up on any of them. Not yet.

You have to go through all the cycles that your parents went through to understand them thoroughly. Our family was like living at the edge of the city, in a neglected but peaceful residential area. Dad was doing business in downtown. There's nothing much there but it was spacious and plenty of empty neglected space sto run around with other kids. Somehow we felt we were different and didn't ended up like them.

There were those late night parent talks, when the kids were supposed to be sound asleep. Then mom was doing some craft to help out. We did too. You can say it's like the ancient version of making pocelain hands for little babies at home. Nothing of the sort but you can imagine.

It could be years between late night talks and I couldn't have remembered. Then the whole family were moved into a tiny downtown apartment. Now we know Dad sold everything and brought the business himself, putting all his money in the mortgage.

I can understand him when Dad jumped out of the crowd and made sure that the fire engine got to the right spot. The fire was very close to his business. Luckily it was only a small house fire.

It wasn't until after high school that we moved out. We grew up in a tiny downtown apartment, but had fond memories of the childhood neglected neighborhood. We then moved to a normal new apartment in a respectable residential area that you can bring friends home. Actually it became the club house because we all grew up and there was no supervision. Dad was still doing business downtown.

When he retired, he brought another apartment and a nice big house in a posh neighborhood. It was like he owned 3 houses in any middle class neighborhood in the world, mostly paid off.

My life is pretty good until I married a psychopath who couldn't think like others. It's still good but it could be a lot better.

Now is our turn to do some late night parental talks when the kids are asleep. We have been through worse and we came back. It's early days and we will keep our fingers crossed.

I feel so sad when the parents overdosed and one of them will never wake up. One of the kid's worry is finding someone to sign his homework for him. I have no such tendency but I always felt so guilty when I told my oldest kid I had everything going in my head and I couldn't help, when she told me that she had exhausted the class library, forcefully told me to get some books so she could keep her excellent grade! I still feel so guilty!

I can understand the celebrities that I also wrote about - why they drop like flies. Without your future DNA to anchor yourself to the real world, what is there to live after lived a full life?

I have another confession to make. When we settled down and became good at handling babies, what did I do? My baby liked cars. She would fall asleep in any moving car. If she waked up in a parked car, she would just look around briefly and continued to sleep, sleeping like a baby. Often we left her in the cosy car seat in the drive way to continue her sleep instead of taking her into the house.

When nature called, I booked half an hour, drove to a luxury gated apartment complex. I parked right outside the apartment building I was supposed to go, right under a big fig tree. I made sure everything was cozy in the car and I left her sleeping. I went in and out in less than fifteen!

It was a slow Sunday. The girl in this shift obviously wasn't the best. I could see her eyes momentarily glancing out of the window into the distance, thinking "at this rate, how can I get out of this life?" Since I was getting out right away, I always leave good tip to thank her for her service. Happyness is contigeous. Or maybe I would feel less guilty?

I may still see Margaret and perhaps Lincy too. Not that I prefer Margaret but that is their schedule. Or maybe both. But my worry is that I wouldn't be in the mood when I got there. But my purpose is to say proper goodbye. So when I come back they wouldn't think I abandoned them for other hot girls.

If I manage to say goodbhye, it could be only for a few weeks, a few months, or hopefully less than a year. I would tell them two months. It sounds right!


ps That city where I parked, and the cluster around it, took turns to claim the safest city in the country. And they still do. Only now, when my babies all grown up at high school, the sheriff has begun to beg people to lock their cars at night! Crime rate is way up! That's the very easy way to do to keep the crime rate down!

Chanel II

I know my "loyal" readers are not excited but look at the title, can you be excited for me?

I found her totally by accident. I'm aware that she is around for a year now but I never booked her. That's fate. She has all the shadows of Chanel when I met her at 19. Lincy's face can't compete with Chanel's with eye enhancement, but you don't mind look at it day after day, hour after hour. Lincy is taller and skinner but with meat at all the right places, except for her schoolgirl tits, that I love to torture. I still don't know if Chanel's B/C cup is real or not. But I have no reservation squeezing Lincy's. It won't break and she seems to like it.

It all started when Pretty Schoolgirl, Margaret, came back after many months. At the time I was done with all the blonde therapy. All because I was heart broken by a brunette. Was it Kendal ? Don't remember.

I like her, instant erection, and she is a good fuck. That's all I needed to remind myself of that. I think she likes me but was mean to me at the same time. I almost lost my mojo and my ego and my game. Thanks to Lincy, they all came back. What an ego trip!

Margaret disappeared for half a year because she met a high roller! Us VIP's are nothing. So when I met her it was like Chanel preparing for her Vegas trip. If she is lucky she will met a higher roller who will solve all her money and social problems.

I can't mess up Margaret's lipsticks, her perfect makeup, and her Mrs Robinson outfit. She could have somebody coming up paying double my price, having half the time! And of course the next high roller. She also tried not to let her feelings for me out, lol. Indeed she tried to be mean to me. You have to understand that she has friends like Lincy that could blow her away. Margaret didn't want to invest any emotions or friendship. That would be a waste of time. There are so many pretty girls and then there's her pretty friends.

But I persisted. Once Margaret knew I had a crush on her, or her tits, she changed a bit. She smiled more with less suppression of her emotions. I got decent DFK too. Other than Chanel, she is the one who can resist for so long! Maybe she didn't want to fall in love, lol.

Then one day, Margaret couldn't resist but to ask if I saw Lincy. It's understandable. They are two of the same kind. And I had Lincy on my list for many months. I also chatted with her clients, already knew a lot about her, just not exactly she looked like.

I took that as an endorsement and a recommendation. So Margaret is on her off week, I booked Lincy. She reminded me when I met Chanel for the first time, without the Chanel shoes, expensive naked look. She said she got more tips that way, being humble and like a struggling student. Indeed Lincy's other client told me that she is a student struggling to pay her rent and fees.

What blew me off is her character. I thought I lost my charm but Lincy kept telling me that I'm funny, gay! But what she meant was that I was happy and smile all the time. Indeed my jaw was tired all the time because of her. I like all her body parts.

She was like a bird whom I had charmed dancing on the ground around me. She dropped all her guards, if she had any, and told me everything, where her parents live, where she lives, her high rollers, and something about Margaret that she shouldn't. But really she knows I'm harmless and she is right.

Initially, she is a bit guarded, or a bit embarassed if I would like her. If I didn't and for her high price we would be trouble. But she is my cup of tea.

When Margaret was doing the 69, her ass would be high up in the air. I didn't mind as it was a good view and I could still play with her sexy legs. When Lincy did the 69, she would make sure to cover my mouth with her pussy.

I had no spinner fetish but I am acquiring. I asked for a cowgirl since Margaret was so good at it. When I had enough of riding, I just got up taking her with me easily, and dropped her into a missionary position. She is as tall as me. You can imagine how much a spinner she is.

I wouldn't have any other position. I warmed her up, screw hard, and then intense pumping until I came. I could feel the difference and I know why she has high rollers.

When I cleaned up and was recovery, she slept by my side, body touching from head to toe. I wasn't even telling her what to do. Then we talked about things. And then about Margaret. It was then she texted Margaret and told her I was by her side! Am I charming or not? I'm such a good catch. She is such a straight shooter. But unlike some other straight shooter, I was at ease with her because I didn't need to use my brain. If my big mouth got into trouble, she would be in much deeper trouble.

In contrast, Margaret is mean, calculating and we caught her lying. But it was in a good way lying about Lincy. And Margaret pretended not to remember me, nor know who I was when she got her text from Lincy, telling her that I was next to her naked.

Lincy seriously compared the length of our feet, from hip bone to heel. It was a tie! Then she measured her waist against my cock. And she showed off her small hand and long fingers.

We got on so well that, well, she told me that she had a high roller coming for the next slot. So I left early making sure that she had enough time to fix up herself. I had not much use for the spare time anyway. And I feel so good that I'm not unknowingly in the high roller club, when one may pay double and enjoy half the time.

I hope they don't turn up on the same week. They did last time. Now I think they were doing a tag team for a high-roller.

Meandering Targets

I think I'm over Kendall. There are better things to do than counting who's fucking who. I don't hate her. I wish I could use her service when I need to - she is still pretty good. But I just can't do it. Maybe later.

What made me feel better is that Q's team is sinking. Kendall went on announced and unannounced vacations. Q is also trying everything as usual. One week she may throw out all her team covering almost all weekdays, day and evenings. The other week she may have one girl on one day.

The veteran who joined Q's team at the last meat and greet finally realized what she was into. She worked on her own while keeping the team tag, then stayed low for a good while, and dropped the tag silently. Good for her. Now she knows.

I hit Q's new girl too, just for the fun of it. Actually she has more than one. But now she doesn't introduce them anymore. Guys got clever and didn't lineup for each girl she introduced any more. But this girl is different in that she put out nice pictures, nice legs and tits. I encourage that and hit her. She wasn't disappointing at all. Tall nice body but a little more meat than a teen model. Early twenties. Face is pretty but not mesmerizing. She is a bit business like but that's OK. She gave me some samples of GFE, DFK, cuddling and asked me to go VIP next time. We just didn't click. I could have rated her but since she is Q's team I kept silence to signal that she is good but not that good.

Actually this new girl faked on a Sunday, which caused me grief. I couldn't find a decent replacement. That's OK since she faked on everybody that day. I gave her and the team a 2nd chance. I can see that she isn't popular, and that's the last time she was available.

I'm humble as one guy doesn't make any difference. But I think I do. When Q saw my appearance online, she wrote her classified differently, as if she is seeing a turning point of some sort. The way she put Kendall out, the timing and place, seemed to entice me. Forget about the elusive one that is not so good anyway, get the best one that is available.

While on the subject of Q, she initiated another meat and greet. She increased the entry fee 5 fold, and I know what she's thinking. If a fraction of the people who turned up last time turns up again, she will pocket a fortune. Because of the amount of money involved, she setup small meat and greets to take the fee just to make sure. But I think it's sinking and stinking.

While the noise from the last M&G sounded successful, it doesn't make sense. Say 10 girls gave up their whole evening for the event. On paper that's easily much more than 10K. If that's the way these girls have fun that's very sad. It's all about promotion, if you need it that is. The new entrance fee makes more sense but anybody paying up?

Regrettably, I dumped Bridget. She just don't know how to blow.That is really a surprise. She is able and willing for any other thing. And she is very willing to blow but just don't cut it. Maybe pretty girls just didn't have the chance to learn. I can remember a few mesmerizing jobs that are done by BBW, that I accidentally ran into. It may be just me, but I enjoy all the other girls' blowjob. Since then, I didn't see her coming out to play. So sad.

And of course I found a temporary replacement before dumping Bridget. She is a blond model, Friendly. To me she is a model, at least her pictures are. She claimed mid 20's but she can be 30+. Her body is fabulous for her age. Gorgeous legs and butt. Not exceptional proportions but very nice overall. Just that her enhanced breasts aren't my cup of tea. I can't say she is pretty because I still don't have a good idea what she looked like. She relied on makeup to look good, probably a lot. And she wasn't hiding it going for the naked look. She has sun tan and it wouldn't work. But her makeover is my cup of tea. Tastefully done, not in the way. And her curly long blond hair is fabulous.

Of course her oral skill is great. She kisses too. She hasn't hold back on me yet and I'll test her gradually to see what's her limit. She claims to be very clean, wearing thigh length pantyhose or leggings all the time, before taking them off for the main course. And I don't know how she could afford the nicest hotels. And she encourages me to tackle her feet and toes once I showed interest.

So far so good, but the problem is, ..., she proposed - an arrangement. May be I posted too much on the local board. But if I am a regular so far, that doesn't mean that I'll be a regular next month. Ask Bridget.

I saw the ad of another pretty girl that I had to see. I felt something wrong when she PMed me her number, asking if the deal was still on. And then the hotel was wrong, and I had to wait. When I saw her I wished she had used a totally fake picture. The thinking is that she may be hiding for some reason and find a temporary double to entertainment me. There is still hope that the person in the picture can be found. But this is the girl in the picture. And she is pretty. But her body is all washed out. But it was all relatively speaking. Her breasts weren't naturally perky, nor freshly enhanced work of art. Not model legs nor model anything. But I was fully capably of doing it at the time. She's a curvy woman, not flabby nor off-turning. And she was pretty.

The first thing she said after letting me in was, "are you a regular?" She was checking me out and asked enthusiastically and animated. As experienced as I am, I couldn't answer such an awkward and nonsensical question. Then it was fast and furious to satisfy my physical needs, which I was fully ready for. I enjoyed it but somehow she knew she wasn't the top dogs.

She was straight talking, asking me questions about the board and even leaked something she wasn't supposed to. Basically she is clueless, being recruited by somebody and she just turned up. She asked because she wondered if she could make it here. I asked if it was Q who recruited her. But it wasn't, her description didn't match.

Did I say she was straight talking? She would talk to herself when she knew that I wouldn't be that interested. When I was recovering with my eyes shut, we were talking that I had no recollection of. Then she said to herself again, "It was good, actually." That's my BFE, and I wasn't even trying.

And she is the Nth girl who asked, "is it comfortable?"  That referred to my slippers. I have no idea why every girl managed to look down on my dirty slippers, but still recognize the brand name that is half blacken by daily wearing. Imagine that a semi-trashy girl in a 2 star hotel being able to recognize the label of my slippers, what the other classier girls think? No matter I have proposals.

While Friendly was away for the week, I tried to audition more so I have a good idea whether to accept or reject the proposal, by disappearing. There is a beautiful redhead that I always wanted to see. She turned up suddenly. But just for an hour or so. False alarm. She deleted her classified soon after she put it up. And she didn't turn up the next day.

Of all people, Pretty Schoolgirl appeared all of a sudden, after more than half a year of absence. She might have turned up once of twice but it was very easy to miss. After I booked her, it turned out that everybody unusually turned up on a Friday - Kendall, most of Q's team, including Martha, and The Schoolgirl.

I thought Martha's pink tits are the best, but Pretty reminded me hers are just as awesome. And I thought The Schoolgirl has the most awesome figure. No, I couldn't have decided on the one to pick if the two lineup shoulder to shoulder. Kendall is not bad at all but a teen model fills different needs than cute schoolgirl types.

Today Pretty didn't have much time to paint all over her face. She is actually pretty without it. I think she was only trying to cover up acne all over her face. But that's cute too.

On the other hand, I remembered why I almost gave up on Pretty. She doesn't kiss much. Today I didn't let go of her awesome waist so she gave me a taste of her tongue so as to get off me. And I know why a few girls grabbed my cock once I took off my pants. They are afraid!

Pretty took off her signature Mrs Robinson lingerie outfit piece by piece, unceremoniously. But to me it was a great strip tease. I was sitting hard on the side of the bed. She saw it, grabbed it, knelled down and started blowing. I didn't have chance to do anything! And no one will turn that down!

It was good because she worked hard. I let her kept at it as I was invincible. Her jaws must have been hurting when she backed off a bit and looked at me. I gave her a smile. She carried on the fight. I was certain that she wanted to take me to the edge of climax so she could finish me off in her next move, minimizing the damage on her little pussy!

Hard luck. She gave up at last. She had no choice but to give me the condom, with a tube of lube as a bonus. She squeezed an inch of lube on top of my covered cock, and then rubbed some on her pussy. At that critical moment, I wiped off most of the lube with my hand, then use the other hand to spread the lube. When the moment passed, she turned her attention away from her pussy and spread the lube on my cover with her hand. But it was too late. I was already holding the side and top of the bed sheet to get rid of all the lube on my hands. Even with my good imagination, I couldn't have made it up!

Of course she had to ride me first. Those have a tiny pussy all do. Actually it was quite satisfying. I enjoyed it rather than performing some warm up as a duty for the others. I liked my fav tits dangling right before my eyes. I know she doesn't like me sucking or squeezing them so I just stared. I did enough before that. She even put her hair to the back instead of getting in the way.

Enough time had passed so I tried to get up. But she wouldn't budge. I wouldn't be able to get up without pushing her away. As an easy going person I let her. Just because I am invincible. She kept at it, really really wanted to get me off. Hard luck.

More than enough time had passed. I gave her enough chances and time to do it. I gently pushed her aside, trying to get up and get into position. But the sudden change did it. Instead of pushing her away I grabbed her hips tightly and pulled them towards me and down. I was finished at last.

She is around for a year or two, but she still seemed very new. May be doing it once every few month did it. She had to listen to loud music all the time. I think that's why she missed my knocks, twice. I knocked, went back to the lift, and txted her to confirm the room number. Then I knocked again, still no response for a while. I really thought she didn't want my business. That will be a first.

We did have a bad start. I lost my erection the first time I saw her. I spent too much time on eating her pussy. It was a tough job to get me off. The next time I saw her at the door, I could see her reflux expression on her face, "OMG, this guy again". But it lasted only a split second. Then perhaps I was too good. During the doggy, to stop my one deep stroke at a time rhythm, she backed up to me, encouraging me to do a fast and furious intense penetration so she could end her suffering sooner than later. I think she remembered it well. So this time I had no chance to do anything except to let her ride.

After I finished and showered, I came out from the bathroom to find the room empty! It was a bigger twin double room, but there's no place to hide except for the bathroom. But I just came out of the bathroom! Did she put on clothes and got out? What should I do? She doesn't like me that much? So much disrespect.

The bathroom is at the room door, so I walked towards the window to see what can be going on. It was like exploring a crime scene while someone could still set you up for some crimes. I was expecting danger ahead, or someone may rush in at the door at my back. I was Halloween scared when I realized someone was hiding at the side of the tall TV shelf. But it was only Pretty. She was totally naked so I was relieved. She is exceptionally proportioned but she is still tiny. She was leaning on the side of the shelf with her back so she could refresh her makeup. She even imitated my scared reaction.

She is the only one that my charm doesn't really work on her. And she isn't pretending. She was tame when I was eating her, even threw in the moaning. But when I went after her feet, she was not OK with it. What a pity.

Even though she was always a bit distant, she was quite nice the first time we met. But she is rather straight forward.  When I wanted to kiss goodbye half a year ago, she stopped me, rushed to the bathroom sink, and then rush back to the same position to receive my kiss on her lips. Today she was late. When I started to eat her, she jumped off the bed, rushed to the bathroom, and returned in 20 sec. I bet she forgot to wipe herself clean down there after travelling.

Before she returned, I was thinking Martha could be my next project, my new challenge. But now it has to be Pretty. They are both tops in the looks department, and they are difficult. Martha' passage is less satisfying. But perhaps just because she used a lot more lube than Pretty. Pretty tried too, but I wiped it off with my hand when she wasn't looking.

While I was thinking about my projects, I did another great save! I was looking one traffic light ahead for optimal driving. That was green but the light right ahead of me was red. I ended up shooting into the junction a few seconds after red. I braked and stopped.

It was a 16 lane junction and a lot of eyes were on me, like on an open air theater stage at night. It was eerily quiet and surreally bright in the middle of the busy junction. You have got to experience the act to understand it. Normally all the cars will horn the hell out of me. Surprisingly, it was quiet, and I didn't see any motion when other lanes should be moving across the junction. I saw a clear passage before  me so I drove off, only stopping for a split second if at all.

At that moment, an SUV doing a left turn turned into my lane. I didn't know why because the driver must had seen me I suppose. Maybe he thought I was stopping so he went ahead. But that is still stupid. If I stopped, he will be through but a lot of cars would have driven through me. May be it's one of those drivers thinking that "it's my right of way, I'm right, I turn."

So two cars merged into one lane. I couldn't have politely let him or her go first. He wasn't ahead of me. I built up a little speed from stationary. He had enough speed as he was turning into the intersection. There's no reason to happen but it happened. His SUV was crashing into my car. He could not have taken evasive action. Because once he turned into my lane, it's invasive and he couldn't reverse. I saw him coming and took evasive action - a steep sharp turn to the right while he couldn't do anything. I was confident that there was nothing else in the middle of the intersection.

I could visualize that he was shaken and frozen. He stopped. That wouldn't make any difference. He couldn't have stopped in time. It was an after the fact stop. And I didn't see him move at all on my rear mirror. I was shaken too but may be only for a split second. There was no time to fear. And once the collision was avoided, I was relived and felt as if nothing had happened. I continued on my merry way. I was battled hardened after all.

A few days ago I was following an SUV in the slow lane. I was doing something on my phone or something else. That's why I was on the slow lane. The SUV stopped suddenly. I looked up and I thought I was going to hit it. There was just enough time to use my eyeball to check the left lane. Turning my head would be too late. It was clear and I turned my steering sharping to the left and avoided a bumping into the car in front. Looking back at my dash cam video, the SUV was doing everything right. It slowed down, signaled a right turn for more than sufficient time, slowed almost to a halt and then turned to the right.

It was me who missed all the signals and kept looking down.

And not long before that, I stopped at the end of a line, at the freeway entrance ramp. The right lane was empty so I turned into that lane from stationary. To my horror, a yellow car, yellow I think, was running into my back at about 80 mph, as if I was transparent. He couldn't have stopped in time and I couldn't have done anything to avoid. But still, I turned back to my lane as if in slow motion. I was turning into the empty lane from stationary, and turning back almost stationary. I moved away at most a few inches. But that was enough. I could see the driving gusted passed me close to the guard rail, raising his hand to say sorry and thank me as he passed. He couldn't make any difference if he braked, and he could have swirled and slammed into a few cars.

The fact that I even looked at the rear mirror that long and avoided an accident that happened totally behind me shows that I'm battle hardened. Turning into an empty lane from stationary is a very dangerous thing that a lot of drivers don't realize. The other car will be hitting you at 80 mph, at a relative velocity of almost 80 mph. It's the same damage when a drunk driver hit a tree at 80 mph. You have to look back a mile for collision free space, or 10 sec of collision free time. And often the road is bend so you can't see anything. I have seen a few cars shattered into pieces that way. I had experienced a tourist stopped at the fast lane in a huge traffic jam, then all of a sudden decided to pull into the car pool lane. I was travelling at 90 mph in a stretch of straight road for miles.

I had the option of totaling my car by turning into the right concrete barrier. Or totaling my car and his by bumping into his tail. Luckily, he was only half way into the lane, and there just happened to be a bit of shoulder so I just passed and missed everything by a few inches. If I braked I wouldn't have passed.

For the yellow car incident, the difference is that it was a curved freeway entrance ramp for Budda's sake! I couldn't have seen him coming. And nobody in their right mind will be speeding into a ramp at 80 mph, while the traffic signals at the entrance was obviously operating.

Thinking of Pretty in the bathroom, I got a huge erection and couldn't carry on - sitting on the toilet bowl.

Recep Tayyip Erdoğan the clown waking up

or somebody dared to tell him that?

I wanted to write this right after Brexit, but I want to do it more after the attack at Istanbul airport. The Brits have been handling immigrants from the South Asian countries for decades and decades, but now they complain about the Poles? Texas would love them coming, but then in there welfare is determined by states and even cities. 

I would blame Erdogan. Some voters are stupid, alright. Sometimes stupid presidents are elected, fair enough. But, down the line, if you have to integrate freely with the majority of stupid people that elected stupid presidents? No, no, no.

I like Ramadan. There is always a feast after dark, and I got to start early before everybody else! Differences can be overlooked, but core values cannot. A lot of my Muslim buddy's friends came up to his room to pray 5 times a day. That didn't bother me when I was there doing my own things. And he did whatever I did ;-) The point is, what happened in Spain, stays in Spain, or Barcelona, or London, Vegas ... 

Turkey always wants to be a fully European country, and wanted to join the EU from the beginning. But what does Erdogan thinks what the EU is? A boy scout troop where you do your steps and get your badges? And throw tantrum if that's not enough? At the end, it's whether the people within EU want to accept you.

You don't shoot down a Russian jet for nothing. I'll fire you out of NATO immediately if I am in charge. In all Western, NATO, outside of middle east, countries, RU is our enemies' enemies. And any philosophy will tell you that RU may not be our friend but certainly not our enemy. I don't need to tell you how stupid it looks from outside, because now you apologized! 

I do congratulate you to be one level above Ukraine. They want to be European by starting a civil war to conquer the other half of the country. Now they have no value to speak of and no value for anybody. And for all that lost, EU regions are rebelling against having to stop trade with Russia. Money talks. Certainly there are principles. But what the hell is Ukraine's?

You don't lock up beauty queens because they criticizes you! You can never join any of my parties!

You don't sue people in other countries because they bad mouth you. I don't blame you for being stupid, but I blame all the stupid people that voted for you. They are all banned from my parties.

And Spain doesn't bomb Gibraltar, neither England does that to the Scots.

You are doing it all wrong, clown. And what bargaining chip you think you have? EU will disintegrate instead of taking you in. Not in the next century even if you are gone tomorrow.

Q is going to purge deadbeat members of her club. Basically it's an excuse to ask deadbeat members to see one of her team, or else ...

There are, say, two thousand members and a team of about 5. Wow, if the threat has any degree of realness, the team will be terribly busy. But Q has threatened that before. That's when she admitted that her full expedition force to the other airport was a failure. And they went for the expedition obviously because business was slow locally.

Apparently the threat wasn't carried out. That's when Q planned the 2nd meet and greet. And now basically she admitted that she took everybody in at the time. Because normally you have to see one of her team to be a member. And so, you shouldn't be able to find anybody to purge. Basically Q was taking people in so they must see someone or they will be kicked.

Now apparently the M&G was successfully. Q was planning the 3rd one, not a few weeks had passed after the 2nd. Even if the M&G was successful, it was for a week or two. Business must be slow again so Q needed to do something.

Giving them the benefit of the doubt, a new girl may not need any classified. She just post her schedule, a few hours in the morning for the whole week, before the week starts. You can argue that she was fully booked because she didn't advertise. The same thing for some other girls. They may gave a day's advance notice, and then put up an advertisement in the early morning. And that's it. Wow, if they were fully booked for that afternoon and the evening, Q would not have to do anything to drum up business.

The same girls, on other days and places, updated their classified through the day until about last call, saying "I'm available now, now, now.". What does it seem to you?

One of the girls who kept saying that is Q's newest recruit, who has been playing hard to book since she started. The veteran who joined on her own accord started asking people where she should go next to get some business. But she tried to play the game that she was fully book last week. But you have to have the technique to play poker. Basically she has shown what cards she has. For Q I still can only guess, without proof. And Kendall didn't bother to turn up this week.

Welcome, Class of 2016

Now I know why Q sent out all her troops. Just as I knew that there was the final exams, it's now end of school, all sorts of school. Q announced her big plans of the week on Saturday, instead of Sunday evening, or previously more likely small hours of Monday. I didn't realize until Monday that new raw meats were popping up here and there.

And then there were the class of 2015 who knew they will be pushed aside, more so when we are more into summer. And then the veterans who have to deal with it year after year.

So, a few new and old that I wanted to see turned up in my radar! And what did I do? Sat through it. When there are too many choices, pick no one. Tomorrow will be another day, some more choices. As the week passes, I tried to pick the first good choice instead of the best choice. Still it didn't work.

My heart wasn't that much into welcoming the new classes, my cock will deal with that. But I was sorry for those who got pushed off. Lucky Star is one. She never returned. My heart has a special place for her. Later, I met the girl who I actually booked the day when I got Lucky Star instead. That girl looked good, though over priced, tried hard to please, but we had no chemistry. I kept throwing money at Lucky Star, though she didn't do much by my current standards. I was so happy with her that I cleaned up my pile of mails and documents. That's when I discovered my long lost stocks were looking for me.

I was upset about Bridget. Her appearance became sparse and random. She suddenly popped up on a Friday before Memorial Day weekend. I couldn't make it and I thought I blew the last chance of seeing her.

She was MIA for two weeks and I thought I even saw her replacement. Or, maybe it was her copycat. You know, if a formula works, you would run it again and again. I saw another new girl with natural blonde hair, blue eyes, very beautiful face, who looked the same today as when they left high school. And of course they are the same fallen angel type.

I was totally surprised when Bridget popped up, first time on a Thursday, not Monday, not Friday, and not any other day. That was an easy decision. I wished I saw her two weeks ago. Actually I am not that crazy on her. She is porn star qualified, though she looked too angelic for that. I would think porn stars look good when they are doing it, but I don't think it's that good at the receiving end. Her attitude and technique is better than a lot of girls, but she is no Kendall or her coach, Q.

Kendall is 100% porn star who looked like a teen model, give or take :-), and who is good in what she does when you are at the receiving end. Looking back, she came out while I was busy auditing since last summer. She is the one who got away.

I asked myself, why? May be she isn't the type I was looking for. And I wouldn't know for a million years that she is what she is, judged from her profile. Some day, I might just pickup the phone and go to see her. But I know it wouldn't be the same kisses again. And I know I wouldn't perform the same. I also know I couldn't put her out of my mind because I am greedy - she satisfies most of my needs and she is affordable and local.

Just when I was about to dismiss Q and her team, she did a great come back.

With all the fuzz about the meet and greet, I would think she would capitalize on while she could. But I already know that two team members dropped out officially, and one other probably is still on by name. Kendall actually reduced her appearance right after the M&G.

Only a team veteran and the new team member, who is herself already a veteran, came out to play. But it seems that they were on their own as if the team didn't exist. And I can see that the new member should have realized that what she was thinking when she joined the team. She doesn't need the team and vice versa. She can handle herself. Maybe she got the stamp, being accepted in the team of young beautiful girls. But I would say it's all on paper.

In addition, the team work seemed to be in disarray. New team members and non-team associates announced their schedule only to be recalled. And they didn't seem to be working when they said they were. And Q seemed to be promoting hard, hanging hard onto her newest recruit. It seemed this girl is all she has got.

I could have bragged about it but I never under estimated Q. I gave her the benefit of the doubt. May be some girls were on their final exams, or Q herself was. Or may be Q was busy sorting out her life, the same reasons she didn't want to host the M&G in the first place.

Now? Maybe summer arrived. May be school is out. May be tax-debt season is behind everybody. Q is sending all her troops out at the same time next week, and I can count 7!

Maybe she is reclaiming her relevance. Maybe she is trying to treat all her team equally. Maybe they have built up a backlog in their private messages by clueless members. Maybe she is just trying something different to stay afloat.

Is facebook of hookers a good idea? When you can see how many "friends" she has! Reviews have the same feature but it's the difference between Blogger & Facebook. Who is more popular and easier? Also you have to pay to trace who did the same ones you did. "Friends" is the first thing you can do for free, before anything else to get your money.

Now, using 5 star hotels is good, but it looks bad it it's hard to book. When there's not enough interest, there will be a no show without explanations. Or, maybe it's fully booked without explanations. I learned from Chanel sometimes, actually most of her time, explaining is worse than not explaining. But then you are not Chanel. It's not that you have to be like Chanel but it have to be personal. It wouldn't work otherwise. You just don't have that personal touch managing the whole team.

Pre-booking is good but you have to state the times and honor them. When you failed to book, is it cancelled due to lack of interest, fully booked, or some pre-sale for VIP's ? If there's no explanation, one always assume the worst. You can't pretend all the time.

Post game analysis

Two of the Queen's team members didn't attend the meet and greet event. First, I think they are the ones that don't rely on appearance, that is, not that good looking. I'm surprised that one of them, the reliable one and now a veteran, left the team! She was still working hard last few weeks. I think she realized that it doesn't pay off working in the team.

One of the team who went to the event, left the team after. She is new and rarely works. I saw her face picture once and she is doable. If she actually went, it may be a farewell party to thank the Queen. But this doesn't make any sense. It doesn't help anyone. The more likely reason is because after seeing all the client pool, she was disappointed!

Attending or not, this girl may have left long ago after her career launch. The Queen just keep her in the team by name. But why leave now? Perhaps Q got some new recruits and her team looks respectable in number without her now.

Attending was one girl who got kicked out of the team, and an other one who didn't make it. But they are operating just as any other team members.

The new recruit who Q introduced before event received lukewarm welcome. I don't think she will go far based on her pictures, or the lack of it. Q tried to make up with words, with a height about that of Kendall, meaning long legs. Was that written for me?

A veteran joined the team after the event. What for? I doubt if she knows much about the team. The event is indeed successful.

But if the event is really really successful, the team would be booked up for weeks without classified. But then, Kendall, the new one, and the kicked off one all starts the week pre-booking together. I was expecting that. All those who went to the event will be club members. If they wanted to see Kendall, they would have done so. Although Q allowed / invited a lot of new members in, but the same thing apply. They must have seen Kendall's classified if they have been active on the local social network.

For some reason, Q put me on the attending list. An busy error or to annoy me or make me feel bad? So I sent her the entrance fee in the form of points for classified. Money did talk. She talked to me about another new recruit, if she would like to join. But again it wasn't anything like Kendall.

BTW, Q announced that she is going to marry another man, not the one originally announced. Is that another natural born heart-breaker? A joke? To erase an online identity?

I can now stay off Kendall for long without feeling too bad. But as I said, the others, especially Bridget, doesn't know how to blow by comparison. Looking back, I think Kendall deliberately, very consciously put some voodoo into it. I remembered her fully deployed posture, her trance while sucking. It didn't matter whether I was looking at her face intensely or not.

I really couldn't blame her. But I would think girls like her wouldn't create any drama. She didn't but drama came all the same. I wasn't expecting this after invested time and money and emotion on her.

If she calls me up, like Chanel, and says she missed me, I would have rushed to her right away. She doesn't need to say sorry. Doesn't need to say she misses me.  For Chanel it was like, "It's been 3 months now, where have you been?".  So demanding. It was more like, in her obedient girly haunting voice, "how are you?". Or it would just work the same, "get you ass here right now!".

But Kendall is not Chanel. I only got Chanel's number after a long time and some incidents. If they give up their number so easily, they would have a whole court of stalkers.

The meet and greet

No, it's not the Seeking Arrangements' one. It's the Queen's. I was a bit underestimated her and overestimated her at the same time.

Imagine that Martha and Kendall stand shoulder to shoulder!

There's not enough desperadoes to attend so she opened club membership to anybody. That was an insult because she personally rejected me with a lot better credentials than the new members. And she deliberately withheld club membership benefits to me for a few transactions. The new cheapskates will not give any chances for her to do this.

Even though I never said I will go, I was on the RSVP list.

Even her team members weren't attending. I suppose it was less good looking ones who don't want to stand shoulder to shoulder with Kendall and the likes. So, you know how good their team is.

If she is after the entrance fees, it's at most a few thousands. But each of her team members have to spend the whole evening for it. I don't see how to justify the effort. As for future marketing purposes, it could have a negative effect. See, even her active team members weren't attending.

The number of ladies attending is impressive. So, I'm certain that Martha is on her side, though probably not one of her team. Unless the queen is getting something out of it, like helping them with bookings, she is doing all the hard work while the other ladies rip the benefits.

She even introduced a new team member, who looks promising at first. But the reception is lukewarm. If she is any better, I would introduce her in the Meet, instead of putting her to work first before the event.

I'm not even sure if they are working as a team or the Queen just let them fight for survival. Kendall announced her schedule first as usual. The Queen then announced her new recruit working the following day. Who wouldn't wait a little and try new toys? Then there is at least another working the same days.

I can see that Kendall turns up early every time. Good training by me. It's not about the waiting, but about what it looks like to the clients.

I would think Kendall will be a bit out of place in the company of other ladies. Martha would be alien. If I only know that before, I would have thought of something. There is someone else to pitch against. I would have seen them some more to tighten the bounding. It could be fun.

Now I kknow why I have different impressions of Bridget every time. Two weeks ago I caught her right after a make over. The same volume of beautiful blonde hair, but fresh, and not like after work in the middle of the week. More like a teen girl going shopping than an admin.

And I blamed myself for not going after the pink pedicule she showed me right after I entered the room. I even had my all natural baby wipe ready for it. It must had been freshly done.

Now I remembered what she was trying to do. She moved right in front of my face, about a few inches so she could see my whole face and nothing else. And so I must be seeing her whole face but nothing else. She then stared at me with her peiercing blue eyes and a sweet smile. This was what Chanel did to me exactly.

Bridget had those naked makeup on and her face is perfect for it. I didn't know she had makeup on. She did told me her lipstick was gone because of me. But it seemed the same to me. At the time she looked her best. I happened to run into pole position by accident. She was trying to imprint her beauty permanently into my brain. It was like wudu.

When Chanel came right after the beauty salon, she would do that too. But once I realized what she was doing, she would do that with a naughty smile. Happy times! Of course she wasn't doing it for me. Maybe for some other VIP. And for her boy friend. And circle of friends. And her boy friend was paying for it happily. And I remembered she would do that if I was upset or angry about her. She just didn't need to do anything else, like saying sorry.

Last time I saw Bridget, that was yesterday by the way, she had no makeup on. She was still very lovely in a different way. A little more mature. I think she just came back to town and decided not to put up those expensive makeups just for me. And she thought I would like her just the same. Maybe she did put it up later, in case I messed it all up, just like last time.

The hotel was at a prime real estate area. It was large but the rooms are a bit small. After I stepped inside the room, I decided against turning around to kiss her because there was only a very narrow passage there. So I walked right inside until the dresser and then turned.

She was waiting for that, embrased me and gave me a lingering deep kiss. The time that I planned this on Kendall, she gave me the cheeks first as usual. When she realized I was aiming at her lips, she went for my lips, but I was going for her cheeks. Didn't work out.

Then the pressure of seeing Bridget again were all released. There was no other better way to say that she missed me and she wanted me, badly. I was really missing her and I told her so.

As for the sex, it's the same old bad blowjob. But even worse, the hotel pick that day to test their fire warning system. My cock dropped on cue. But Bridget found my weakness or should I say strength. She actually knew what to do. She would leave my cock, crawl up to me and DFK me. My cock would rise again in no time.

This time she said, "see you". I was pretty sure but I wasn't certain. In this split moment of hesitation I didn't say it back. But I hope that she was so certain that I didn't need to say it. My crush on her is diminished a little after seeing her again. But that's natural.

I began to feel sorry for Kendall. Not the kind that I told myself that I should be sorry for her. But I actually starting to feel sorry for her. If this intensifies I may be able to see her soon. It seemed like she was trying not to mess up again when I was VIP. And when I wasn't, she still treated me the same. But just not I wanted. But then again, I can't resist her blowjob.

I thought the queen has something under her sleeve to pop up her empire. But it looks like her empire is still collapsing.

It first came to my mind that Martha is possibly one of queen's recruit. Instead of competing, she is doing the same thing like any other team member. But since she is so different, if that is true then the queen is very much involved in bigger things. It is of course possible.

It is also likely that the queen got in touch with Martha and became professional friends. But more than that, it seems that they are in it together now.

The queen has been flip-flopping about appearing in her big social event. If not, it is a sure sign of collapsing. I think the reason is lack of interest by club memners. So, she lost her interest too. Now she is doubling up.

I had been denied club membership at first. Then no one offered me membership benefits. Now, she just accepts everybody! Sure she will have enough people to attend the event. The new members only have a few days to find out that the club is what not it seems like. Most likely they won't heard about anything else and will be excited to join any activities.

She threatened about kicking out inactive members. That would be silly. Why not take as much as you can and they will be active.

Now I discovered that she may have a new recruit. This time she kept quiet about it instead of introducing her as a new member. This is logical since being labelled as a team member didn't do you any good.

Interestingly, this new recruit seemed to be copying Wonder Girl! Showing a lot of legs and feet but few other body parts. I fell for it because I thought it could be Kendall leaving the queen. But I'm not going to be fooled again.

The queen seemed to be going all out this Friday, with her newest recruits and older ones and maybe herself. She also tried another new strategy. Friday can be quiet as everybody south of LA all drives to Mexico. On the other hand it can be brutal with weekend warriors.

Today everybody is here, with some weekend warriors and some visitors. The queen's effort sank totally. Pre-booking was announced yesterday. There was one classified update early this morning. And that's it. Some were taken down, maybe in the morning. The ones that weren't taken down were probably no one was interested so nobody will call.

No hair cut today

My enemies and allies were very active the whole of this week, whereas they are usually hosting one or two days. Except for Martha, who is new doing it full time. I waited for everybody to report to duty this morning. Martha is here after disappeared for most of the week. I feel good because if I somehow miss anybody else this weekend, very likely I can take it out on her. But then I have no crush to see her.

Finally, I got the ding on my phone that I was waiting for. Bridget reported for duty, but she is an hour's drive away. If she turned up any day this week I would have seen her. My only reservation is whether I can perform at the same level last time, or whether she could keep it up. There is pressure. And actually I feel relieved since I know for certain she won't be here for today and not likely for a few more.

With all that got out of the way, I started the desperately needed hair cut. Towards the end, the flowbee guard broke without me knowing. Unbelieveable! Unfortunately I was triming my bush after my hair was done. So my ball was sucked into the flowbee and ouch! Now I am desperately putting everything on it and pray that it will heal before Monday. I'm not even going to take a shower in case an infection develops.

Fuck, Bridget just came back. Fuck Fuck Fuck. What do I do???

Long story coming up...

Every time when I am near Mrs Player, we were like dating! Even in the supermarket, taking out, in and out drive through. Nobody dress that well like her if not dating. Even in her most casual clothes I could look like a billionare for some people who know the total price tags. But since she is the opposite of a blonde model bimbo, we just look like a well to do young couple in love.

How young? Her enemies said her online pictures look like 16! And since I don't look like a sugar daddy, or that she doesn't look like a sugar baby, I suppose I don't look far older! Just last year, a 30 something girl with an 18 year old perfect body told me that I looked 20's at first sight. And it wasn't a compliment. She held back until the 3rd meething when we were more acquantined.

Imagine that last time we took out, we arrived when the resturant was full of people waiting outside. She went in and out on her sneakers, costing more than my wedding leather shoes, wearing a ankle length dress split from the tights. Every man, woman and children did the double take. Naturally she walked fast to get less attention, but her dress was like flying in the air.

Last time we went into a neighborhood faster food resturant, guys in the kitchen peep at her through the hole to the front. The guy at the counter ask me if we had a good day as if we were in a 5* resturant. Even if you don't know the price tags, it is obvious that you don't dress that well in casual clothes unless the date is important!

At the supermarket, the fat checker is a joker and a foodie. He was chatting with the woman in front, promoting our food on the belt - ice cream, chocolate, all sorts of prime meat. She looked at us at times and said something. She was afraid that we heard her and misunderstood. She came over to say proudly that, "you  guys made me look bad". She has the typical housewife look, not hot nor sexy in shorts, but a pleasant body to look at. I bet she could do better if not for a supermarket trip. Her comment is more about Mrs Player than me but I'm taller will killer legs under my sagging pants!

Bragging!

I have to let it all out now. The trigger is yesterday when I was checking out at the supermarket. After uploaded all my things on the belt, I can hear the checker guy and the packing girl shooting each other playfully, "what's the point" about 10 times. Then the girl said, "I'm a minor." Then they shot each other again for a few rounds.

What do you think? Yes, the middle aged guy found that I'm a good catch and asked the girl to go for it! She didn't say no, but "I'm a minor, what's the point?"

Maybe hard to believe, but I know the protocol. First, you met in some stores. Their friends will talk about it and they will approve. Then one day you arrive on a quiet afternoon browsing in one hidden corner. The girl will appear from nowhere with a bright smile and ask if you need any help.

The last time it happened was a couple of months ago. And before that, a few years ago. Unfortunately at the time, the cashier machine asked for some random ID check. Or maybe they did it on purpose. There were only two teens in charge at the time. When she saw my ID, she must have felt so stupid. Her friend must had laughed her ass off. The next time I went there, she almost wanted to tell me not to come back ever again.

Martha's revenge! For next week, the queen open fired with her top gun, or weakest link, Kendall. I would think her location was to tempt me. But I am holding up fine, 14 days now. The queen must have been watching the bookings. After 30 minutes, Kendall changed her hotel location. This is a sign of weakness and pretending won't help you.

Within 15 minutes, Martha announced that she would come to Kendall's location too. This is obviously to get back at the queen who sent one of her troops to Martha's location last week.

Within minutes, the queen deployed another girl to the other theme park. Her tone was playful, as if playing hide and seek with Martha.

I hope Bridget turns up tomorrow.

BTW, I think he queen tsent somebody to spy on me. I will tell you anything if you just ask.

Update: Today her friend announced that she would joint Kendall in her location. So everybody is there. This is not good. May be one of them were booked and that's the preferred location. Or maybe none of the two was booked. They just wait there and hope.

Update2: I forget to check. Kendall's classified was cancelled some time before start time. It could be a sign that she was all booked up. But it was impossible after changing location last night. I think she didn't bother to turn up. Either way, there's no point to cover up. There's some sort of equilibrium. If you are that popular, some people will be turned off or they cannot keep up. Some people just like non-clock watchers when they have plenty of time.

Also, the cringe social party is almost whacked with a little help from me. Meet and greet parties will always be popular. But it's good for meeting new people. If the newest girl has a list of clients at least several pages long, what's the point? And if you are not already on her list, you should step into a crowd all have a lot of history with her. Cringe!

And in the first place, the parties are for people who don't mind meeting their in-laws there.

Now the queen will not even be in the party! There's no money in it for the whole evening! I don't see why one would go without sex at the end of it. But if there is sex, then you have to aution off the girls? But why would you pay more when you can book her any other time?

To make it worse, I suggested gangbang, burake, orgy, etc etc to solve the ratio issues.  It would not be practical otherwise. I also suggested these as apetizers so people don't need to sit through the evening for nothing. And if you participate, you don't even need the party after.

My plot is worse. If you want to forget someone, it's best to see her in action in one of the above, unless she is as good as a porn star, that you will keep buying her movies no matter what.

So Kendall and the 1st location could be a total diversion. All of the qeeen's other troops went to the other location, where Martha wasn't at. Haven't heard from Martha for a day or two. Busy much?

OK, the queen announce a bombshell early Sunday, that her newest crack troop will be out all week long. So I think she was desperate enough to bring everybody out all at once. But at the last minute, her bombshell cancelled. I think her whole empire is a shipwreck.

Panic!

Since I stayed off Kendall for a week, the queen went into panic mode. Martha is flying high like a kite, drifting fast from town to town where the money is. Bridget usually appears once a fortnight, but she reappeared on Friday after I just saw her on Monday. Too soon. My plan is to wait two weeks so I can flood the condom again. Do I want another romantic handjob?

The queen is sending her newest troop to do what Martha is doing, open for the whole week doing whatever she can, in's and out's. I would think it will backfire just like the expedition. And it doesn't matter a bit. I don't have an erection looking at her pictures.

The classified war continues. Martha raised to the top in no time and was the top target. She also used and received girl to girl marking in the classified.

The queen announced her troops' movements today early yesterday evening. She sent one of her troops to Martha's location. Kendall will be close to me.

While I showed myself online yesterday, Kendall dinged my phone when she was updating her classified. That can't possibly be a coincident. You don't announce your pre-booking twice on the day before, once like 5 pm and one 11 pm. Those following you would have known, and there were not much people around, except you know that I was

I think Kendall has not enough takers early this morning, when the queen sent a reinforcement all of a sudden. And while I showed myself online again during lunch, this girl's advertisement was updated again. Ding! But no, and no. Total marketing, pricing, customer service failure.