Apres Bar and Kasbah Club.
Friday night I took Wildcat and a friend to Apres Bar in Mall of the Emirates for a few cocktails (floor-to-ceiling windows facing directly into the bottom of the ski slope). Lots of single women sitting in pairs or groups. No apparent WGs. Laid-back wine-bar atmosphere. Good food at low prices.
Then it was a quick stop for another cocktail in Hotel Kempinski's Bar (also in Mall of Emirates). A bit too quiet for my liking. Mostly guys, including Saudis in their crispy white Kundoras sitting at the bar drinking all they can before Ramadan, while watching the sexy fashion TV on the big screen.
Around 1:00am we went to Kasbah Club in One and Only Royal Mirage near Internet city on the beach. A queue to get in. Mainly a younger crowd (younger than me anyway), but no problems getting in. (They were turning away some singles and couples - not sure why). 50 DH entry including a drink. Tequila and cranberry on crushed ice went down very nicely. Not too crowded inside (except on the dance floor). Good dance music, and drinks at reasonable prices. Lots of non-WG honeys (aged around 20-30), and a handful of gorgeous WGs lingering around the main bar (Arabesque CIS). Last time I was there with Wildcat and another friend, a couple of WGs started hitting on my friend and I, while Wildcat watched in amusement only two metres away.
It also has a quiet and hidden away 'basement' Kasbah room with chill-out lounge areas, pool table, and small alcove rooms that can be curtained off for more private 'conversations'. Reminded me of my younger days in 'e' clubs. Not that I partook of course. (Okay, only once - no noticable effects). I don't need pills for that lovin' feeling and to stay awake all through the night. Comes naturally to this romantic insomniac. ;)
If it's not fun... move on
[b]Part 1: Lazy[/b]
[b]Thursday, Seaview, 9:00 - 12:30[/b]
Crowded, but still room to move, so not that bad for a Thursday night. The usual [i]suspects[/i] in attendance, but the ban on [i]new[/i] PRC faces makes the place look a bit stale.
Mr. Premature Lyrics must have gotten the word from the catcalls earlier in the week. Tonight, he is very subdued, even when his signature work, "American Pie", is played, security keeping close tabs on him.
Soon after arriving, Miss C (pulled last week) stops by to inquire if I'm there for [i]just[/i] a drink, or [i]something else[/i]. I say [i]something else[/i] for sure, this being a weekend, but don't stake a claim. She moves on, and, within the hour, takes a call and is gone. The good ones tend to do that. 1 out: batter caught looking. Damn, only 15 other candidates...
Awhile later, another PRC approaches, nice rack, asking where my gf is. On being informed that she's gone home, any potential territorial disputes non-existent, she makes a formal job application. I'm non-committal, she moves off, but keeps me in visual range.
Suddenly, I feel a burning sensation in the back of my neck. Glancing around, it's Miss Stani, twice pulled, 1m away, looking directly at me, with the "you take me or not" look. I turn back to my drink (like the song says, "tonight I want to dance with someone else" ), and after 5 minutes, the pain is gone. Like here in the forum, no answer is an answer if you only know how to listen. Glance back, she's hooked another potential (not difficult for her), and 5 minutes later, she's gone. 2nd out; again, batter caught looking.
Miss PRC is back, I'm still non-committal. She takes a seat anyway. An attractive philipina passes, and, believe it or not, actually makes eye contact and we exchange smiles. Couple minutes later, she passes back, turns her head to see if I'm watching. I am. Again, smiles exchanged. I'm waiting for the 3rd pass, but it doesn't come, so I return to watching the band.
Feel a hand brush my back - the intentional [i]accidental[/i] feel. I turn around, expecting to see some PRC [i]friend[/i] playing games. No, it's the Passing Philipina, again turning her head to see if I've noticed.
I have. I grab my drink, make my excuses to the table, and I'm ready to step into the batter's box. WTF? She's disappeared. Now this is NOT the 'Snake; it's Seaview. Good visibility. As I'm debating what to do, call it a night and go home alone, or back to the table and pay to see exactly how big Miss PRC's rack is. Just then, here comes the Passing Philipina, back from the toilet.
OK, take my stance, ready to swing. As she passes, I ask her name. Get it, but that's all; she keeps walking. Swing and a miss; striiiiiike 1.
I shake it off, step over to the video game where she's joined two other philipinas playing make the word out of the letter jumble. I offer some suggestions, but given my length of time HERE, and the subsequent loss of my english vocabulary, all I'm able to help out with are the 3 letter words. She enters the words, but she's 100% invested in the game, 0 in me. Swing and a miss; striiiike 2.
Given that expanding my vocabulary is not the [i]something else[/i] I was interested in for this evening, I take a couple of steps away as the band has just started a rockin' number and I want to watch the bass player. Seeing the opening, another punter steps in; after 2 minutes, he walks away, empty handed. Pinch hitter, a swing and a miss, strike 3, batter out.
I contemplate my choices: stick around for another inning and try to get a hit off of Passin', or back to the table to verify Miss PRC's rack?
I don't care to spend the time to determine if Passin': wants to be 'wooed'; is making sure she has a pool of 'candidates' to select from when SHE's ready to leave; is accepting bids, the highest the winner at closing; keeping her marketing skills in tune; trying to initiate a bidding war; or part of a bait and switch game...
All too much work. I'm lazy, and when someone WANTS to do business... I appreciate that work ethic.
Oops, maybe not. Back to the table, but call the sheriff, there's a claim jumper there. Well, not really, as I'd never filed my claim. But that's another one that's gotten away, and now, looking around... There are the antelope herds of Philipinas, clustered together, and, just like antelopes, looking markedly SIMILIAR; talk about cookie-cutters...
Glance back at the table, and catch Miss PRC's eye. She gives me a shrug ("you didn't say" ), which I return ("I know" ). Couple of minutes later, she's up and off to the toilet. I make sure I'm on her route back to the table. When she returns, I stop her and ask what HER plans for the evening are. "Go with you?" I ask for a price check; she doesn't reply right away. I'm NOT in the mood for a "price dance", but then she speaks up, "500". Done deal, say no more; we're out the door.
The rack a nice handful, and she even gave a decent massage...
All in all, typical Seaview. M/F ratio skewed towards the male side, but, as usual, skewed by the 'music aficionados'. Throughout the evening, always a selection, with the occasional "above the masses" choice available, but not for long.
[b]Part 2: Ace in the Hole[/b]
[b]Friday, Rattlesnake, 10:30 - 12:30[/b]
8pm, I mentally check the bullpen, but nobody that makes the start tonight. Which means Road Trip. Figure I'll try the 'Snake, the Seaview becoming slightly stagnant.
Suddenly my phone's beeping, waking me up. Incoming sms. Damn, it's 10pm. So much for my early start. I return the phone call, pull on my [u]shoes[/u], and off to the 'Snake.
Bit of a crowd, usual mix: heavily PRC, some africans, less CIS. But still rather easy to slide to the bar and get a drink. Yes, it's cheap: 11 dhs for a coke, but wait... Unlike last week where I was handed the glass AND the can, this time the bartender pours the glass, then takes the 1/2 full can away. TYPICAL Rattlesnake - just like flying economy on the cheap airline, you don't even get a full can of coke. It's the little jabs...
Turning around, who do I see but Miss Regrets, the stunner PRC I turned down last week. So much for her "This is my last night of work; I go home in 2 days". As I swing by, I comment on her still being here. "Yes, I not go home." Duh.
Despite the question of her veracity, I consider I just might have made a mistake, a tinge of regret creeping in. Given my pass on her last week, I no longer appear on her targeting radar. But before I can close the distance, she is summoned by another punter. Oh well.
Spinner stops by to say hi, absolutely stunning in a stylish dress. Certainly elevates her above the crowd, if only metaphysically. She moves on to continue her hunt.
Number of others, some Cyclonettes, others strictly 'Snake. But all fall short TONIGHT. I've lost sight of Miss Regret; must have made the deal. Or not; suddenly, she's back, taking her place in the gauntlet. I take a step over, and ask about my chances tonight. They are excellent.... for 1000. So much for regrets.
I scan the crowd one last time... nothing registers. When I leave, the entrance gauntlet still fairly intact, though the porch was a bit empty.
Of course, my view is skewed; I have an ace in the hole. The earlier sms, phone call? That was Miss High School Sweetheart, at the airport, back from china. We have an [i]appointment[/i] tomorrow.
I happily leave alone; with her on deck, anyone else is just batting practice.
[b]Part 3: One of Life's Pleasures[/b]
As Miss F told me, "I have sex every night, but only a couple of times a month do I REALLY cum with a client."
So, when a wg goes home, she DOESN'T miss the nightly "poundings". But those "couple of times a month"... Given that the whole reason she came to dxb was economic, it's not like she's a property heiress. So it's back home with mom and dad, and, if she has a kid, with him/her. NOT a lot of privacy or space (literally). Plus, with everyone 'knowing' the nature of employment in dxb, but not saying anything unless given an excuse, she's on her best behavior in the neighborhood, giving no reason for tongues to wag.
Number of months later, time to return to dxb to earn another cash reserve. But, by now, that [i]itch[/i] has built up... She knows how she can enjoy...
So, if you're one of those who can deliver... forget your home runs... this is a GRAND SLAM. Just one of life's little pleasures, watching someone who hasn't had sex for a long time [b]ENJOY[/b].