Thanks to all for the additional data
[QUOTE=Mr Enternational;1475435]Someone pmed me saying that I should make clarification. If you go to one of the big fancy fuck houses like 305 then yes, they will not come much off of the price. But there are other more smaller places around where the prices are not carved in stone. They don't have names. You will know them because they have Christmas lights around the tinted glass door. Just ring the bell and someone will let you in. I never see people talking about these cheaper places on here. Why is that?[/QUOTE]Hey Thanks guys for the info. I will also volunteer to investigate the no-name casas if I can get a little bit more help locating one or more of them. But that will have to wait until around November. I'm booked for the BB resort (okay I feel lazy so take it easy guys) in October. I've been mostly in Peru for the last few years but decided to branch out again this fall. I have very fond memories of Sosua from my one trip in 2008. But the posts from SD and Boca Chica have me interested, too.
Trip Report. Boca Chica: Saturday, September 28th. 2013
this is my first-post.
i had to count the stamps in my passport: i've been to dr roughly 17 times in the past year. i've 'rtff' extensively. not 100% of dr, but almost
everything relevant to my travel plans; from the beginning of time. i'm posting now because 'i owe this forum'. many thanks to jao, old kool,
orgasmico, boricoa, and many others that gave me the confidence to explore. i'm waiting for jao to provide gps coordinates i. e. go to this 8-digit
location, pesos in left hand. in other hand.
i've been reluctant to post, because i'm not a seasoned monger like most of the other guys posting here. but, i've always guessed that there were
more guys like me (lightweights) reading here than the hardcore-guys. for me, mongering is an 'interim solution' when you don't have a 'regular
girl', or a pressure-relief-valve when the regular-girl gets on your nerves, or for some crazy reason, you need 'to get strange'.
i had some personal business in southeast dr. i flew into santo domingo (cheapest flights) and rented a car and took the novia. she loves to get
out of the bario, and seems to genuinely enjoy my company. so, it was a great trip along the southcoast highway (autopista numero 3) ; fairly
modern; almost complete, bypassing the slow traffic, save la romana. all went well, except she was begging me to spend my last night with her. i
think she 'sensed' that i was putting distance between us in more ways then one. i made excuses and finally got away around 8 or 9pm.
i started the drive from northwest santo domingo to boca chica. bc is closer to the airport (next morning flight) , and i was dying to get back
there to see the freak-show, and maybe be part of it. i was coming from the north going along autopista duarte. it was dark now, and i had promised
myself to avoid driving on unfamiliar territory at night. there's a not too obvious turn that you must make to head south to get on the direct road
to the airport and bc beyond. i missed the turn (done this a couple times). this puts you over the bridge northeast to santo domingo este. i
think you can tell how much political power the people have in dr by the trash. if the people aren't important, the government doesn't bother to
collect the garbage. my favorite place is out by the national park in northern sd. people throw their trash down the side of the hill. it looks
like the government installed a metal-shoot, but it gets missed. you have a very visible hillside decorated with trashbags, etc.
it's saturday night, so traffic is heavy. there are many fender-benders holding up the poorly-designed traffic patterns. finally, i'm coming up on
a shopping-mall while looking for a clearly marked major road; this is challenging in the dr. there are numerous people on the street and standing
near the bus-stops across from the mall. but, there's one that stands out: a tall nice looking babe stroking her hair; a little too much stroking.
i'm curious. i circle back and stop well beyond where she's standing. i look back. she sees me and comes over to the car. up close, not quite so
good: facial blemishes and perhaps some baby-damage (e. g. small fat-roll over tight-pants). i'm beyond spanish 101; maybe 103, but still not
conversational. i don't use it. i make a little light conversation in simple-english. she points to her ear to indicate 'no eschucha'; she doesn't
'hear' or understand what i'm saying. so, i move on. i felt it was too risky: non-tourist area, me being 'a stick-out gringo' with only crude-
spanish, chica with zero english; plus, others on this site have advised 'not to even be in this part-of-town'; although, you can say that for much
of dr, if you let it worry you. i don't, but do use some appropriate caution. i think next time i'll try my crude-spanish: 'hola preciosa, juntos
este noche? '. the training-point here is 'there are chicas everywhere' in the dr.
got to bc and checked in to the hotel garant. i've used this several times per recommendation here. i also recommend it, as it's off the main strip
and away from the really noisy parts, but still less than 2-blocks to calle duarte (ground-zero) , or the casas in the other direction; which i
haven't tried. i had no trouble getting a room without a reservation, bc has few tourists right now.
i took all my 'energy pills', got showered, 'dressed for success', and headed to 'the strip'. from hotel garant, i walk straight downhill to
duarte. in front is route-69. there are a couple tourist-types sitting talking to the girls. as i have garnered, the waitresses here are all
working-girls, but not aggressive. i think many girls new to the lifestyle start here. sometimes they score, sometimes not.
i turned right and headed down duarte towards 'el centro' i. e. piano-bar / el criolla. i approached with caution, as there was a line of around 10-12
chicas sitting at the tables, but no prospects in sight. fortunately, i had a pre-conceived excuse for 'running the gauntlet', since i was out of
pesos and was heading for the bank across from el parque. good for me, because a big-girl latched-on. i had to insist on going to the bank
'alone'.
on the way back, i walked along the curb behind the chicas, but made the mistake of turning back (i wanted to assess the offerings). one jumped up
and started her sales-spiel. she had a pretty brown face; a little cute (scale 6-7) ; never saw her body; i think she was overweight. so, i listened
as i walked. it was all standard, but then mr. happy starts waking-up. we are then joined by another pro-looking gal; more negra-looking. she's
nothing to brag about on this blog, she was so plain you'd ignore her (scale 3-4) under most circumstances; but she starts telling me how much she
likes 'chupa'. i've been rather disappointed in my novias enthusiasm for this, so i start getting interested; mostly in the form of a growing
presence by mr. happy. so, i say ok to both; after quantifying them on price. we walk up the hill to the hotel. outside, i stop outside the
front-gate and lean against the wall looking at them dead-on for the first-time, with words to the effect: you guys said 1 mil each, right? oh yes,
they nodded.
we get in the room, the 'chupa' bragger goes to the bathroom, i grab the other by the shoulders and dance her over to a chair and formally introduce
mr. happy. she goes to work with respectable zeal. ms. chupa comes out of the bathroom and starts talking to the other. this is what i don't like
about tag-team when you don't know the language well. they're interacting with each other, and you're only catching a word here or there. then the
bomb-drops: they start asking me to up-the-price; albeit using soft-sell: 'please papi. dos mil each'; but here's what's not fair: while running
'chupa' on me. so, now mr. happy goes from +10 to maybe a +3. i'm giving directions about roles, but the whole thing is awkward. ms. chupa is quite
good, but i've "lost that lovin' feeling". i need to add that i'm pretty old, so happy-endings are not easy anymore; mr. happy is a moody-bastard.
i'm pretty discouraged, so i say: 'cut', we'll fix-it in the screening-room. the girls are worried about being paid. i tell them i'm going to pay
them, even though i think they ruined it for me. i'm dressed and heading out the door in seconds. i say i'll pay them as we walk back to duarte
together. i don't want them demanding more than bargained while still in the room. i'm outside the room waving money at them: come get your money
i. e. outside the hotel. i pay them as agreed and head back to duarte via route-69. i spend some time there dancing 'teaching bachata' to one of
the waitresses / wgs. she's very interesting to me; young and cute, but bitter about her new life as a wg. i ask her why she hadn't learned to dance
bachata with a previous boyfriend; she knows every word to every bachata-song played; i enjoy listening to her sing. i didn't understand everything
she said, due to my weak spanish. i think she said that she had a boyfriend for a short-time, but she could never have a real-boyfriend again, since
she worked there now. she goes outside to talk with the other girls. i decide to move-on and pass her thanking her for the dance. she gives me a
cynical brush-off.
i walk towards 'el centro' again; ever-so-slowly. as i cross the barrier (street closure) where the motoconchos hang-out, i get the typical hustle
trying to steer me to one of the casas i. e. casa iraisa. this guy looks like such a pimp because he's wearing a hat that looks sleezy. i go to a
spot i've found along the wall just short of the danger-zone. i'm strong enough to boost myself up and sit on top looking about. normally, this is
a good vantage point to view the action and survey the area for worthwhile targets. however, i'm the only tourist of any kind around, so i don't
fade in the background as i wanted. the hat-hustler comes over again and starts in with the casa iraisa spiel "check it out. beautiful girls", etc.
he then starts trying to introduce me to the duarte street-girls that are moving along. i've been oriented to the 'chico' street-hustle, so i don't
want anything where he can ask for a commission. it's very difficult for me, but i have to learn to 'just be rude' to these guys. once you say
'one word' to them, an acknowledgement of any kind, and they are all over you trying to get a 'finder's fee' for what you do. so, i blow-off a cute
chica (a little budgy, but typical for dr girls) because the hat-pimp tried to get 'in the middle'. he eventually leaves me alone.
a negra comes by; tall and slim; not pretty, but kind of cute (scale 5-6). she has a nice personality and is working hard to 'make a sale'. she's
promising me everything and bidding low: 500 for a hotel on the strip. 200 at my hotel. i can't believe how cheap and wonder if i should have 'any
kind of contact' with someone willing to go that low. anyway, i figure she'll ask for more later. i like her and decide to see if she delivers as
promised. we walk up the street to the hotel. since she has dark-skin and her first-name is 'luciene', i ask her if she is from port-au-prince.
she says 'yes'. i again wonder about demographics and probabilities. i never saw her without her clothes, but was amazed that she had no apparent
baby-damage. i asked her how many kids and she said: '3'. i guess they know how to dress to show off what looks good and hide what doesn't.
anyway, luciane delivers with 'well acted' enthusiasm. i request a massage with oral back and front. she goes down on me, all the way, as i tug
mr. happy into 'givin' up the leche'. she takes it in her mouth, but quickly transfers it to her 'cupped hand', then springs for the bathroom.
after we dress, i give her one 500 pesos note, she pleads for a second, which i quickly give-up; as i wanted to give it to her anyway. she expresses
joy that 'now her kids can eat, etc. etc. ' as we ready to leave, she runs 'bus-fare game' on me. i'm happy, because i want an excuse to give her
more. she 'gives praise to jesus' after i give her $12 american that is loose in my pocket.
i'm guilty of over-paying on a few occasions, and falling prey to sympathy-game on other occasions; so, i've gotten tougher with money, but on
this occasion, i was happy to give 'more than agreed' and was thankful she gave me what i needed to 'get over the top'. she was worth more, but
had to 'compete on price', due to 'what she is' and the 'buyer's market' now in bc.
i walked with luciene down the hill and said goodbye as she headed for 'el centro' where she met me, while i went back to route-69 to socialize with
the young wg i had been dancing with earlier. the place 'is dead' at this point, as all action is moving to the discotecas at 12pm. i find her in
the back playing pool (slop-ball) with one of the other cuties that 'work' there. i like 'chiquitas', so i'm eyeing the other cutie as well.
there's a big, healthy looking gal that has been there all night. she looks like she could give a wild-ride. she looks good in her cling-on club-
dress. the other little cuties look like they're too new to know how to 'dress to kill'. i watch them play slop-ball for a few minutes. the girl
i'm interested in conspicuously ignores me. i knew she was bitter, but simple good-manners are 'always in fashion'. the amazon asks me if i'm
there for 'a chica'. i tell her who i'm interested in. she calls to her. the call is ignored. she goes over to talk to her and she says she has
someone interested on facebook. i'm not sure what is going-on, but i've invested enough for this trip; on to the discoteca.
discoteca batey is on the second floor of a building just before the first street-barricade at the east-end; lots of motoconchos there and other
numerous hang-outs. i go up the stairs to the open-air club; it's just starting to 'fill up'; and 'fill up' it does; very little dancing room.
there are many local hombres just standing near the dance-floor watching. there are many chicas; typically in groups of 2, or more; looking un-
loved. as i entered, i stood between the entrance and the dance-floor gazing around trying to get a feel for the atmosphere. i had been there
early in the evening for a quick drink, but now the dynamic is different and rapidly changing. i stand and enjoy the music. i've been 'trying to
learn latin dance', so with much effort, can do the basic steps and simple turns for salsa and bachata. i'm enjoying the music and dancing a little
with myself. two 'chicas' next to me indicate their interest, so i begin a chat and a little joking; although it's mostly body-language. the two
are very average dominicanas (scale 3-4) , one a negra and the other morena; but i'm having fun being near them as i try to understand the place. i
scan for knockouts. there are none, although i see a gal that rated 7-8. she's a rubia with the classic spanish-beauty looks e. g. long straight
black hair. she's with a friend and they look at me and joke about something. hard to say what. i'm still trying to get a feel for the place, so
i don't make a move; mistake. a few minutes later i look over again and she's gone. i don't know where. the place was so crowded by then, she may
have still been close, but not visible. here's the part i'm still trying to figure out: the girls seem to do a walkaround like they're looking or
advertising, or maybe just returning from 'taking a [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord134][CodeWord134][/url]'. i wonder if i can just reach out and grab one; like i did at the disco in sd; but, since
they are all locals and i'm not sure of the ground-rules, i hesitate. i go to the boys-room and see the wg from down the street that i broke-off
talking to due to the hat-pimp. she gives me a look like 'we know what we're both here for'. i pass her up, but wonder. i can't figure out what
the 'terms & conditions' are here: mostly regular local girls, mostly pros / semis? ; or, is it as the impression that i'm getting that this way of
viewing dr women is just too simple. anyway, by now i'm getting tired and don't care. except one of the girls that i was hang'in with is rubbing
my arms offering me 'a masaje' at my hotel-room; so, i think i answered part of the question. finally, i say i'm going for my hotel. she asks if
she's coming. i say yes. she smiles. she gives me a fairly decent message as she watches television and i fall asleep. in the morning we wake-up,
she gives some mediocre oral and i pull-out the only two condoms i have. she wraps me and gets on while i hide my sore-eyes under my tee-shirt. we
hear a pop as the condom breaks. i get up and wipe off and get the other 'trojan ultra thin'. i pull her up for 'perro'. she leans on the side of
the bed while i go to work. after a while i'm feeling it building-fast. i think: this feels too good. sure enough, the condom has disintegrated.
as i pull the remains off, i get a whiff of her fluid; a little 'too rich' smelling. i immediately go for a shower, get out and put on my pants.
all i want now is a cup of coffee. she makes the play for money: 'give me what you want' is what i interpret. since i've heard this before, i start
low and wait for the complaint. she complains at 1 mil. i increase the bid with another 500 pesos note. she says give me 2 mil total. that's the
magic-number. not that great of an experience, but not her fault; i was tired and those condoms are unreliable. i've been told by 'the pros' to
add extra lube. they say a well-lubed condom will not break, while a dry-one, of any kind, will. i'll put that to the test!
that was all 'the action' for that trip, since i was on the airplane by 1pm. i hope you enjoyed my mis-adventures. i have a few other stories, if
you guys are interested; many providing the 'gringo experience'.
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