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Just a Squirrel (Part III)
did i mention that on the way to the neighborhood i saw a sign that read al baraha? well i guess we are smack dab in it. there was some debating going on in aramaic before we entered the apartment building. your guess is as good as mine as to what it was about. after we exited the elevator we took the first door on the right. my girl opened the door and voilà; there was a third girl on the couch/bed with her legs wide open and some other brother monger fucking away like he was doing scenes for a porno movie. looks like we’ve come to the right place. my girl closed the door before we could enter in order to give them time to put a sheet over themselves.
when we finally entered i was able to take in the layout of the place with a 3-second survey. to the left was one big room partitioned into two by a chifforobe. straight ahead was somewhat of a kitchen. and to the right was the bathroom. the ladies hurried us to the other side of the partitioned room. there was a bed behind the chifforobe and naturally i plopped down on it. then i pulled my girl down with me and my wingman did the same with his. we talked a little shit, dfk’d them, and talked more shit. we peeked around the chifforobe to watch the show involving the other roommate. that just made us ready to get down to brass tacks. soon the other monger had finished his business and left.
we got deeper into our girls. we took their breasts out and started sucking them. i reached over to feel the tits of my wingman’s 20-year-old girl. how supple they were. then it was back to dfk and ass grabbing. i started putting my hands inside of her pants in order to see how smooth her ass was. just then, out of nowhere, the subject of money came up! what a mood ruiner. they started with a number but it was in no way magic. 1000. be serious. i countered with 150. they laughed, but finally came down to 500. this is the part of the game where me and my wingman play good-monger, bad-monger.
my wingman's girl went to the bathroom and took a shower. she came back with only a towel on. i got up and put my shoes on and went to take a leak. damn. did we check into a roach motel or what? creepy crawlers were all over the place. i finished my leak but didn’t know the secret to flushing the toilet. i washed my hands but there were no towels to dry them. so i went back out into the big room and flicked the excess water into the face of girl 3, who was then sitting up and speaking with the other girls in aramaic. they were undoubtedly discussing the deal. i told my wingman that we should leave now. i went toward the door but his girl ran and blocked it. i don’t know why. it was locked from the inside and the key was not in it anyway. but this was a good piece of information for me. this let me know that they would take whatever we gave them. the more i begged for the key, the more she insisted that we stay. my wingman, playing good-monger, talked me into staying and giving negotiations another go.
so we finally went back to the bed. my wingman started breaking more ice by bringing out his camera, so i took mine out as well. his girl was ready to be a model but mine was a bit shy. it’s not like they were naked or anything. after the photo session it was back to the bargaining table.
my girl questioned why we would not give them at least 500. she said that the other guy had just parted with 1000 for their roommate. i told her that it’s a good thing for me that i was not the other guy. they went on to explain to us how they have to pay 4500 dirham/month for the apartment and 1000 (i don’t remember if it was dollars or dirham) every three months for a visa. i was thinking to myself that surely this roach motel does not cost 4500 dirham/month. that is more than my fucking mortgage.
(side note: the following day a pakistani taxi driver confirmed that to be the normal price for “rooms” in al baraha and that the 500 dirham/month flyer that i saw in bur dubai was only suggesting the cost of bed space in a room as such that was to be shared with other people.)
my wingman took over negotiations and using the classic line (haven’t you ever heard the saying that some money is better than no money?) that he uses worldwide was able to seal the deal at 150 dirham for each of them. wait. i know what you are thinking. it’s probably something like, “you dumb motherfucker. you don’t have but 70 dirham on you.” yeah, i know. and the girls wanted to be paid in advance.
(sorry. i have to take it to four parts.)
Foolin' around and Finnegans
[QUOTE=Sporadic] What were you drinking Piper? I want a bottle! :)[/QUOTE]Only water - trust me! Started as a quick joke, filling in a few minutes as I waited in my office for a friend to go out for a drink. He was late, so I kept slicing.
I agree with Cons - Enternational's reports are interesting, fresh (and well written), even if I don't agree with his financial approach to the game. I've always been a fair-trade sort of guy.
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Finnegans last night - there were about 6-7 WGs at various stages of the night (Chinese, CIS, and one African). The African girl was sitting in a distant deep dark corner alone, but when I left the bar to go home, she was standing near the exit speaking on her phone, and she grabbed my arm as I walked past with a smile and a wink. Up close an personal she was gorgeous. Too bad I had to get home.
Return of the Assyrian languages
[QUOTE=Mr Enternational]There was some debating going on in Aramaic before we entered the apartment building. Your guess is as good as mine as to what it was about. [/QUOTE]It's such a privilege to hear a working girl speak an ancient endangered language;) Ethiopians tend only to speak Amharic in my company - Still, I live in hope.
A good entertaining read Mr. E. and the good pics put me right back in the ambience of Baraha.