You know you've reached their floor when...
[b]Seaview, Friday, 10:00-1:00[/b]
Friday night out to Seaview for a bite to eat, some music, and...
The Seaview's restrictive entrance policy VERY evident. By midnight, the MAJORITY of wg's in attendence were PI's, followed by the [u]usual[/u] PRC faces, followed by CIS/Stani, with 1 african. Also, it would appear that the girls have been cautioned about agressive marketing - no grabbing, no HARD marketing...
The PI's had the quantity, but for me, anyway, not the quality. Maybe 20, but only saw 2 that were "interesting". (Now if you could mix-and-match: her face, that rack, those legs...) One early arriving petite 7 IMMEDIATELY [i]allocated[/i], her #4 friend left to wander aimlessly. The other 7.5 spinner arriving later, approached by many [i]preferred[/i] potential clients, but all walked away empty handed. Astute enough to understand her market value? Or perhaps an [i]early bar departure[/i] surcharge, or an early morning departure. Anyway, by 1am, still a large number of PI's in their antelope herds milling around, including Miss 7.5.
Band's first set, I do catch the eye of a new-to-me PRC, not a stunner, but give her a 7, a +1 for the outfit. After a bit of flirting, I wave her over - did take an action on my part. Over she comes. We chat, then she asks the [i]critical[/i] question, do I want her tonight? I ask for a price quote - no menu mentioned, just a quote. "700 not too much."
I do a quick mental check. DAMN, I don't have any chinese currency on me (about 8 RMB to the dollar :)). But Ok, I mark it down as "never hurts to ask". Couple more songs go by, I lean in and ask what she has to offer. Hey, maybe she CAN justify the 700 with some mysterious, secret, oriental love-making technique. Portable swing? Hanging basket? She's bringing a friend?
Her reply is "what do you like?" So, as I've often posted, I provide a [i]spec[/i] on what menu items are important to me. Nothing out of the ordinary... I cut to the chase, "500 + taxi money tomorrow morning". Another song goes by, she leans in and says, "600 OK". The mental calculator, with its 5 LED's, 1 burnt out, fires up: the usual Miss F, ex-Cyclone, now departed, an A+ in MY book, got 600... You... That's the trouble, I grade on the curve, not absolute...
I, [u]I think[/u], POLITELY tell her, "ah, no."
She gives me the most hostile look, a COLD "Enjoy YOURSELF", and is out of there as if fired from a cannon. I mean, it was a takeoff, full throttle, afterburner BLAZING...
OK, with Miss T, now I know: 600 at 11pm was her floor...
Several familiar faces stop by to say hi, including both of the previous week's pulls. Nice, but not nice enough to overcome my inertia tonight...
1am, approached by a [u]tall[/u] (no, not THAT one), PRC. Possible... I take a closer look. Double fault on my part: 1) she is Kirgie, and 2) she is asking if I wanted a nice girl, as she had several. A madam, possibly working herself. In hindsight perhaps I should have given an impossible [i]spec[/i]: no holes barred service, low price. But not into games; I THOUGHT I [u]politely[/u] replied "no thank you", figuring that would be the end of it. She then committed, [u]for me[/u], the BIG faux pas, asking "why?" I really don't feel I owe an explanation...
Miss T still around, now giving me a warm smile. She stops, saying, "Many girls tell me you nice guy; I think 700 no problem for you"... Perhaps her short term memory even worse than mine... Or she has a twisted sense of humor.
Talking to another new-to-me PRC, everything seems to be clicking, and I'm just about ready to ask for a price quote. Miss New gets an incoming sms and steps away to answer. I catch sight of a former Miss Thursday. I'd seen her now and again over the evening, turning down a number of offers. Surprised to see her still there. I give her a wave; she is immediately by my side, taking advantage of the open landing slot. She gives me a playful punch, saying, "I've been waiting for you to finish looking. Can we go now?"
Say no more, now it was me lighting the afterburner jets...
All in all, typical Friday out. Will say, quality does seem to be down a bit (very well due to the Seaview's entrance policy). Several in my [i]circle of companions[/i] have either gone home or shortly on their way. Upcoming Ramadan, tired of the [i]life[/i], enough money, "dxb changed...", any and all of the normal reasons why an expate heads home.
Think I'll have to check York and Imperial...
[QUOTE=Sporadic]Skip her? She sounds like she at least had some personality! Reminds me of a certain A lister PRC I know. I appreciate ladies with a good sense of humor[/quote]Agree... Miss F has the same sharp wit.
[QUOTE=Sporadic]I have had several PRC 's explain that ladies like to claim "exotic" nationalities for marketing purposes but that "they ALL PRC."[/quote]Same here - as one Cyclonette told me, "we're all chinese - anyone tells you different, bs. Ask to see her passport...
Now quite possible she [u]worked[/u] in Japan... But who cares? A skilled girl can be ANYONE you want...
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Zinc Nightclub (Crowne Plaza), and an anal breakthrough
Friday night's plan was to up-the-ante with Miss Trouble (formerly known as Rabbit Killer), including her first ever blowjob and first ever anal. She arrived at about midnight. Since she wanted a beer and I didn't have any at home, I took her to Zinc for a few drinks and a change of scenery.
Zinc (50DH entry, no drink, girls enter for free). Packed with hundreds of people at 1:00am. It's a regular nightclub, not a WG place, but I was surprised when my WG radar detected about 15% of the girls were WGs - mainly well-dressed young African and CIS amongst all the British, Arab and Indian Clubber girls. Miss Trouble actually thought all the girls were WGs until I convinced her otherwise. She had a great time dancing and drinking once she realized it was a regular nightclub. She enjoyed the change from the usual WG club environment (so did I).
She was especially happy that guys were hitting on her whenever I went to order a drink at the bar (despite the fact she was dressed plainly - see pic). Near closing time, we headed home, and she kept saying what a great time she'd had.
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[b]Anal-ize this.[/b]
Back home in bed, it was time to convince her to give her first ever blow-job. But alas, she said she would never "suck", as it's taboo in her culture and would make her go "blaaaagh!". Her convincing "blaaaagh" made me give up on the idea of a blowjob. We shagged for ages, then I tried for anal. First she said no, but with much persistence and slowly playing with her asshole deeper and wider, and increasingly pressing hard little Piper against her lubed asshole during doggy-style, she finally said, "Okay, lets' try". I was nearly in, but she started screaming and scratching at me with her long sharp nails, so I stopped, but I kept slowly playing with her asshole, widening it with my wet fingers.
Soon after, while fucking her missionary, I tried again, putting her legs over my shoulders, lifting her ass, and pushing into her asshole, finally popping through her tight sphincster as she let out a scream. She was scratching like crazy but soon got into the rhythm while moaning loudly. I still have her fingernail marks on my back, shoulders and chest where she was grabbing at me and gripping me tightly. She was wild.
Next time, I'll try to get her into blowjobs to complete the package. If not, time to look for another regular.