Let the Golden Times Roll
(See the full report on the World branch.)
It was Golden Time. I left Yin Yang with the magic mushrooms that I hadn’t used. I didn’t want to throw them out, but I wasn’t going to risk crossing the border with any contraband, so I couldn’t take them to Goldentime with me. The solution was to eat them just before crossing the border, then drive there and park before they took effect. The plan worked so well that when I pulled into the parking lot I was disappointed, thinking that the mushrooms were complete duds. But once inside gradually they kicked in and soon I was ready to take advantage of the high. They were a wonderful variety which gave me no initial feeling of lethargy or stomach upset.
It wasn’t a weekend night, but it might as well have been because it was so crowded. The selection was terrific, at least as good as at World and far better than anywhere else I had seen in NWR. I normally wouldn’t jump on a girl lurking in the doorway to the kino, but in my compromised state Charlene looked quite adequate and she said she would do it with me there in the kino to the side of the movie screen. She was tall with long curly dark hair and a size D chest. Once I was committed I could see up close that she didn’t look quite as young as I had thought, but she still looked good enough that it wasn’t a problem. When she wouldn’t kiss, though, it was a problem, and I realized I had made a mistake.
She was Moroccan, but lived in Germany, and had the worst cold German attitude possible. She said she was 28, but could have been even older. She gave a good blow job which is always nice, but I could tell it was because she was trying to get me to cum in her mouth and have to pay more, not because she cared at all about pleasing me. The joke was on her because towards the end of a long sex holiday with a mushroom buzz no less this worked to my advantage. There was little chance she could succeed in her devious intent, so I sat back and enjoyed her extensive but futile ill-intentioned effort. When I was finally ready to get on top of her she was visibly disappointed and she immediately pretended to be uncomfortable. She twisted her head to avoid facing me and squirmed to spoil the sex as much as she could. After a few minutes of this she said she was tired of sex and wanted to do more blow job, again of course to try to hit me up for an extra 25. Normally I would have complained, but it was lousy sex anyway and I knew I could string her out longer for an all-out blow job as she tried to make me cum. I stopped her only when I got nervous that she might try to charge me for an hour. The mushrooms were distracting (in a good way), so even if the sex had been hot I might not have been fully focused on it and maybe this hadn’t been the worst time to get unlucky, but who knows how much my concentration might have sharpened in a good session with a nice girl.
I walked a couple of rounds around the club and realized that there were some really beautiful girls that night. I was upset with myself for having made a choice so quickly and was careful to be more deliberate with my next pick. Watching beautiful half naked girls when you are on mushrooms is better than when you are not on mushrooms, so I took advantage of the situation for about half an hour and then I noticed a nice blonde sitting by the long countertop across from the bar in the main room. She had a classic Barbie Doll look that I liked. I figured even if she didn’t have a great attitude at least she looked hot, so I couldn’t go too wrong.
Her name was Dana. She didn’t speak English, but somehow I was able to get across to her what I wanted even without knowing the Polish words for “f---”, “brains”, or “out”. I asked if we could do it in the kino and she said no, she wanted to go to the room. She had to go wait for a key and for some reason she had to wait at the reception and I couldn’t wait with her. I haven’t been to the rooms that often so I didn’t know if that was really the way it worked or not. It was a long wait of 20 or 30 minutes, during which I had a nice conversation with a cute young blonde girl. When Dana finally came back and we got to the room she wouldn’t kiss or even let me put my face against hers. Her tits were much flatter than I had realized when she was wearing her bikini and she said she was 23, but looking at her closely she looked older. Maybe she just had damage from having spent a lot of time in the sun, but that would be odd since she was Polish. On the positive side she gave a blow job like an Electro-Lux vacuum cleaner and it didn’t seem like a trick just to get me to do a cim because she had no problem with doing sex for a long time once I was ready for it. Other than the kissing and avoiding my face it wasn’t bad. It was at least an improvement over the cold mercenary treatment I got from Charlene.
Nevertheless, we definitely didn’t click and I didn’t finish because I didn’t want to waste a pop on her. She said during the sex that something seemed to bother me, but I didn’t admit it even though it was obvious. She asked me again afterwards if everything was alright and I said dully yeah, sure, fine … She said she thought I didn’t like that she didn’t kiss and I said yeah. I wondered if it might have been a good session if she had kissed. She did put some effort into the sex. But I’m sorry; when the girl doesn’t kiss and turns her head away from you like that there is an elephant in the room holding up a neon sign that says “you are paying for it, stupid!”.
After two duds I picked Miriam, a beautiful thin girl with tight young skin from Krakow. She said she was only working for a few days and that this was her second to last day. She said she was 27, but she looked younger, particularly because she was in fantastic shape with an 18 year old hourglass figure. And in the room she was hotttt! We went to one of the cabins. (Curiously there wasn’t a long wait to get a key as there had been with Dana just an hour earlier … coincidence?). She was full of crazy smiling energy the whole time. To be her boyfriend I think I would have to start running marathons to be in good enough shape to keep up with her and not get burnt to a crisp.
As it got late I wanted to find one more beautiful girl. Melanie hung around the hallway by the kino, which normally isn’t a prime area for finding the best girls in my experience, but she was beautiful without question. She looked like a high school cheerleader. She had short straight blonde hair, and a small thin figure with a perfect soft smooth stomach. She turned out to be German from Koln, another strike against her, but I swung with two strikes and hit a home run. We went to the large bed to the side of the screen in the kino and she was great. The kino was crowded but she showed no inhibitions. She even had a short conversation with a guy next to us while I was on top of her in missionary while I politely kissed her on the neck instead of on the lips so she could talk. Then I finished with cim. That ended the conversation.
The mushroom dude is back!
A few words about Goldentime
This is the last club I visited on my trip. It didn't end on a high note, unfortunately because of my encounter with Ola but I won't hold that against it.
In a few words: a good club if you like large, noisy clubs.
I found it a little too hectic (reminds me of the Hessen clubs). There are quiet spots where one can just sit (near the Sauna, z. B.) but otherwise everyone (guys and gals) develops a need to walk off the tension. There is a lot of walking in circles around the main atrium area or from the main Kontaktraum to the Kino and then back.
Or if not, the girls sit on the Barhocker and they shake their feet or legs in rythmn to the music as a simulation of sex. (This particularly reminds me a lot of PHG.)
There is a good selection of women here but I'd say that there is a lot of filler too. Of the attractive women some have really aggressive looks. By this I mean that they have unnatural hair colors (I have a thing about platinum blondes or blondes with dark hair roots), or they have aggressive tatoos, or footware, or nail colors.
I like them plain and simple: just like the girl next door and all natural, please.
Just having been with Svenja and Bianca from Bernds the day before puts this into perspective.
Nonetheless, one will find someone who will meet ones standards at this club.
Dinner was served, lines gathered and then when the food was gone, it was gone. They served Rotkohl, Knoedel and Sauerbraten. All very good, just not enough of it.
Management and the Thekenstaff work very hard to make sure everyone is taken care of. I commented to one of the girls: "Ich hoffe, dass ihr gut bezahlt seid. Ihr macht sehr harte Arbeit." She smiled.
They have a beer cooler outside from which I took a couple of drinks only to be told later that they don't actually allow self service. They were good natured about it though.
Oh, yes... I met two women other than Ola here.
One was an old friend from another club who I'd been with several times before. She walks across the room and I recognize her immediately. She also recognized me. She says that, contrary to rumors, she has not retired. We sessioned and it was like old times.
Her name? She asked that I not mention it. She also asked that I not mention her previous club. If anyone is looking for her, they will find her by themselves, she would prefer.
My second session was with a blonde I had a long conversation with at the bar. Normally I don't respond to marketing efforts but she was really nice, communicative and funny and I succumbed to her efforts. Her name is Dorothea (Doro for short), originally from Gdansk but having lived in Germany for a while. She was definitely no Maedchen but a Frau. She stands about 5'3", has short blonde hair, has a full figure.
I have no prejudices against older women. At my gangbang group here locally, we only do women in their mid-thirties to upper forties and they are all very good and experienced lovers.
One of the better sessions I've had anywhere. She was very in tune with me, would actively participate as in crossing her legs behind me during missionary and then pulling me in as we copulated like bunnies. Did I mention she was communicative and funny? That matters a lot too.
So with two very good sessions behind me, I think I'm on a roll. Then I made the falsche Entscheidung of going with Ola. What a disaster.
Its like being on a close haul with a stiff 25 knot wind coming across the bow and the jib sheet and the mainsheet pulled in tight, water just at the edge of the rail with the tiller held steady... and then the keel hits rocks. (Do you get the sense I can't wait for sailing season?.. its only seven weeks away)
It was pretty bad.
I left this club in a bad mood.
I leave the parking lot, approach the light where I need to make a left turn when I notice that the car behind me keeps blinking its lights.
I don't know what is going on so I make the turn and pull over.
It was a cop car. Very subtle their cop cars. Over on this side of the pond, they would have had the blue and white lights on and they would have turned on the siren too.
They were nice and friendly, wanted to see the rental car documents and my drivers license. I volunteered my passport too.
They didn't even have to offer up a reason for why I was stopped and within five minutes I was on my way.
I will be back to visit this club but I will have my ripoff radar turned on because of that incident with Ola.