Sunday Night in Panama City
I'm staying at the Veneto Hotel right now and am impressed. This place reminds me of an Asian hotel. There's a decent (not excellent) selection of hookers in the casino on the second floor, maybe about 40 last night. I ended up leaving with an attractrive brunette from Medellin and paid $70 for an hour and a half. Service was very good -- GFE++.
There is no walk of shame from the casino. You just enter the elevator from the casino level and put your key card in the reader in the elevator. I did walk in the front door last night though with a drunk hooker dressed like a **** that I practically had to carry to keep her from dropping on the floor. I didn't deviate to the casino, and all I got from the doormen were smiles. They seemed to appreciate the entertainment.
Habano's was closed last night (Sunday night). I went by La Bodeguita for the first time. It was crowded, and as somebody else said here noisy. The best lookers appeared to be nonpros. I left after about 30 minutes and headed to Elite.
Elite still must have the best shows in Panama, although quality is down a little since my last visit. For what it's worth, Elite hires a professional choreographer, a gay guy that does a pretty good job.
One woman was absolutely stunning. Majority of the others were attractive -- 7 pluses.
I ended up spending time at Elite with Sarita. She's a Colombian from Medellin (aside: are all these women really from Medellin????), with a drop dead beautiful body, a 9 or a 10, and better than average face. I got a private dance that was raunchy as hell ($28) and started feeding her tequila shots at $15 a round. I was blowing a bundle but was having a great time. The deal for take out at Elite is you pay $150, less the value of any drinks you've bought. That's for the club, and you negotiate a separate deal with the girl. I ended up buying her 10 drinks, the last 3, which she killed right around 4:00. This made it where she could leave for the night without having to come back. (If it were before 4:00 she'd have to check in by 6:00.) This also made her drunk on her ass.
Service was excellent. She was around until 3:00 this afternoon, and has been initiating raunchy sex every hour she's awake. I am totally drained -- don't know if I'm going to do anything tonight. As agreed, I paid her $250, so this evening ended up costing me 3X more than what I've every spent on a woman in Panama. Except for a Golden Time hooker I took out for all night that did a runner on me at 2:30 AM. Anyway, Sarita (the Elite dancer) was worth it, in my opinion.
Gonzo's Panamongering Experience (pt 1)
I feel a bit down right now, back in the land of the gringa and invisibility. But for 5 days I lived like a king, to choose whomever I wanted to share my bed (well...most of the time). It cost me - Panama is not cheap, especially if you go for the Colombiana$, but it was fun; one of its main strengths is the great variety of venues, action and chicas from various countries. In the end, it was the Panamanian chicas who won my heart as well as my crotch. And like many a monger has noted, unless you work it out beforehand, there's not a lot of choices during the day (except for Oasis, which pleasantly surprised me, future report).
My trip started on a high note, meeting a cute little Panamanian on the flight from Panama to Houston. Her brother was picking her up at the airport, and she offered me a ride to downtown to save $ for the 'expensive' cab ride, which I thought was very sweet and generous, but we lost each other in the confusion of immigration.
In any case, I had Alex the taxista waiting for me, on recommendations from Dollar Bill and Coqui. I called his home and his wife took the message and he was waiting for me with a sign of my name. He took me on a short tour of the hot spots downtown, Elite, Le Palace, Habanos, Life Girls, etc., before I checked into Veneto Hotel.
Veneto is a nice place, fairly together, 4 stars IMO, not 5. When I first arrived, two chicas were in the 1st floor lobby having pix taken, and I thought they were workin’ girls. So I looked at one right in the eye, and she looked back more intently. You know that look. Yup, she’s in the program. Good sign.
After settling in on Wed night I hit the 2nd floor casino and it was humming, lots of ladies, from 5s to 8s and a 9 or so, but lots of guys also. Any doubts about the casino kicking out the ladies were instantly vanquished - it's true, the owners would be idiots to lose out on a lot of drink business.
I felt a bit disoriented at first and walked around the casino - I didn't find any chicas playing the slots (or in any of my days for that matter) - they were all congregated in the table areas near the bar or at the bar. The _important_ thing is to not be shy and make an effort to make contact, no matter how small, a head-nod, wink or smile, it may be all that it takes for a response and a means to open the door to a great time. In fact, a simple head nod 3 days in a row with one chica resulted in one of the best evenings of my mongering life.
I saw Ailym , as told by DanD Dick, sitting at one of the tables, and though his pix are good, they don’t do her justice; she’s very, very cute in person, obviously a light skinned Colombiana. But before I could get to her, some guy glommed onto her. File for later.
Culture shocked, I was a bit tentative for some reason, but I saw two ladies sitting at a table near the escalator, a brunette and a blonde, Patricia and Sandra. They told me that they were new to Panama (heard that a lot, and was not sure if it was some standard line) and pressed me for a 3-way. They were both Calenas, and I do like Calenas – IMO, they have a real passion that is often missing from the guapa Paisas from Medellin.
I finally gave in and off we 3 went to my hotel room, $80 each. It was quickly clear that Patricia was the better of the two, but blonde Sandra had her points. Patricia was more expert in la cama, more passionate and less businesslike. GFE except for CBJ. I went at it back and forth on the both of them, each with a dedicated condom. Sandra was so tight I couldn’t believe it. In fact, they began to start in with the “you’re so big!” thing, which is definitely not true, but apparently they had a point – they told me the Cali men have short stubby ones and I was a lot longer. File that under useless information.
However, flush with Vit V, I couldn’t leche, and they were so disappointed, something I heard over and over. So it was good starter night, not incredible, and I would take Patricia again, I liked her. And she likes her work a lot, far as I can tell. But I didn’t hook up with her again, even though I saw her every night at the Veneto – I think she was a bit disappointed that I didn’t. She’s not thin, but not gordita or gruesa (thick).
Next Boca(tarena) Baby!
Gonzo - Please tell me....
...you eventually hook up with Ailym. I can't wait for the end of the book!
/Dan D.
Gonzo Panamongering (pt2) Boca(torena) Baby!
I spent most of Thursday with my taxista Alex, whom I highly recommend (PM Coqui, Dollar Bill or me for his #s). He took me all around the Casco Viejo neighborhood, one of the tourista highlights of my trip – it’s a combination of the traditional, historical and new with many a venue to visit. Additionally, you can also get some great shots of the skyline of downtown Panama – go late in the afternoon for some nice lighting effects. Firstly however, we stopped right in front of La Mayor and her sister bars in barrio China – more on that later. The area is not great, but I never felt in danger nor received any bad vibes from the locals. Moving to a better area, we also were allowed on the grounds of the presidential palace, so damn easy – try that at the White House! We also took a ride down Amador Causeway to check out the boats and cruiseliners waiting to go through the Panama Canal.
One other “highlight” was touring the very poor and dangerous neighborhood that had strong support for General Noriega, an area full of funky tenements and worn down empty lots. Alex told me that Noriega was bad, but the Blackhawk helicopters during the ’89 invasion blasted this area badly and killed 5000 people – I certainly felt his mixed feelings on that. Key building: the birthplace of boxer Roberto Duran.
But this is not the Conde Naste website, and you’re here to enjoy good stories of mongering, right? OK, so here goes. After all the touring, it was about 6:30 and Alex told me it was good time to go to the bars (that’s one of his special features, to note both good places and times for mongering).
So we headed back to barrio chino and parked close to La Mayor. I felt a touch nervous, not knowing what to expect – heading through the grimey door of La Mayor, I was immediately disappointed – the music was loud, the women were skanky or old, and the place was sparsely populated – though the one chica dancing on the bar was OK , a 5-6. I didn’t like the setup of the bar either, no way. Alex picked up on it also, so we headed right back out to Bocatorena bar, right next door.
It was like night and day – it didn’t have overbearingly loud music, it was full, lively, lots of young folks, and I COULD NOT BELIEVE the quality of the chicas. The quality ran from 3 to 8 or 8.5, with an average of about 6-7. There were a few ladies walking around upon which my only response would be ‘what the hell are you doing here?’ They could be working the Veneto or Fiesta casinos, no problem.
There were about 15-20 chicas and about 50-70 locals in the bar, mostly young guys sipping beers and nothing more, Alex and I sat down at a table, and I could feel many eyes upon me – the only gringo in the bar, and what’s more I totally shave my head – I really stick out. Immediately I noticed the ladies, dressed in skimpy workin’ clothes and f*ck me shoes, stand around or sashay around the room, begin to sashay in my direction.
I swear, I felt like I walked into some wild, stereotype of some cheap Latino movie, with music blaring, dollar beers, wild talking, putas galore. A brawl could break out any second, if not for the jovial atmosphere, which is good for me, solo gringo. Alex seems to be having a great time, enjoying the scenery. So one tall chica caught my eye, Ellie, a young Domincana. This is not a place for small talk, the ladies don’t want to plied with beer and getting-to-know-you, they just wanna know, ‘you ready to go?’. So Ellie takes my hand and leads me through the door to the rat maze of hallways and little f*ck-me rooms. We stop at the desk, and the old portero ask me ‘how long?’, I asked him, ‘how much for ½ an hour?’
8 bucks.
I couldn’t believe it. She leads me into a small dingy, grime laden room which would meet your every stereotype of a sleazy bordello, minus the cockroaches and rats. No sheets on the dirty mattress. My immediate thought- no cowgirl in this session! This is also not a place for romantic foreplay either, and after a quick undress, we get down to business. I enjoy her young breasts, not yet succumbed to gravity. She did an obligatory CBJ with minor enthusiasm and off we went to the deed. Although she wouldn’t allow kissing, I can’t help but to say I enjoyed myself with this lanky young lady. While we’re at it, there’s all sorts of wild-ass noise in the hallway, easily heard through the thin, cheapo walls, and after about 15 minutes some guy is banging heavily upon the door, but we ignore him. Despite the Vit V effect, I finish with her in doggie. Afterwards, I ask her, ‘why here, why not the massage parlors or the casinos?’ She mentions that there’s lots of risk for her getting caught by the police and this place is safe from that. I’ve certainly seen a lot uglier at the Veneto.
I grab my clothes from the grimey hooks while she washes her privates in front of me at the sink in the tiny room. You know that slapping noise when a woman is washing down there? Man, it’s just weird, and I kind of felt sorry for her at that point. She asked me for a $20 propina. I gave her $22.
OTOH, Ellie just made some decent money (for Panama) for ½ hours work, even if she splits it with the bar. So I go back out and have another beer with Alex. I slowly notice that the chicas seem to be congregating right in my view, near my table. One cute but aggressive chica comes up to me and wraps one arm around my head, polishing my bald head with the other. She called me Senor Bombillo (Mr. Light Bulb), and says in heavily accented English, ‘hello baby I 69 you, den you fauk me, OK?’ Bunch of folks crack up. I told her I just had s*xo, but she replies, ‘so what?’ Even Alex asks me if I’m going to take her, and had to explain to him that we 50 yr olders need a little time to recuperate. More cute chicas, locals and Colombianas (and definitely some ugly ones) are coming into the place, so I think 6:30 – 8:30 is very prime time for this bar.
Alex checks out the bar next to Bocatorena – actually there is a hallway in the back that leads to it, and I follow suit, but I find nothing but some really used up older ladies, yucky. After another beer, I thought best that I shouldn’t draw too much attention in a place like this, and we begin to leave, but not before I give Ellie a goodbye kiss, and plant another 2 bucks in her hand. One chica tugs at my arm as I’m walking out the door. I’m so Mr. Popular here.
And thus, I made it out of there without getting my ass kicked or catching some serous disease. It was perhaps the sleaziest place I’ve ever been to (though there was that one brothel in Bombay years ago…), but I’d go there again, escorted by a Panamanian. I prefer and can afford the high end, but who doesn’t like a little danger and super-cheap p*ssy now and then?
Grand Total, w/ beers and 2nd propina: $37. Lifetime memory: priceless
Next: Back to the Colombiana$