Panama City

[Iguana Six]

That night, I had a brilliant idea. Site members should get together an investment group. We could open up a brothel in one of the two counties in Nevada where that would be legal. Meanwhile, we take out advertisements soliciting SW at less than prevailing wages. Once we establish and document a shortage of SW's in the area, we get an immigration attorney to get us twenty or thirty H1-B guest worker visas from the INS. With those in hand, we could legally bring in Colombian girls to work in our house. Imagine how popular a Nevada brothel staffed by the hottest sex fiends from Cali, Bogota, and Periera would be. The Colombian girls would fill up our waiting lists for the opportunity to work, and possibly eventually immigrate to the states. Imagine not having to leave the country to have your balls drained, Paisa-style. Discuss among yourselves.

I left ReclusedX at Miami Club, paid a cabby $2 to take me back to the hotel. It was only 1030pm and turned down the light in my hotel room to get into a sleepy mode and started packing. After a phone call, I felt relaxed enough to get to bed. With visions of the GT8, the insatiable half Thai CMM (Colombian mattress monster) coming by for an after work session, or better yet, to have our session in the late morning after we took a nap, I kept waking up with a woody.

I was only half asleep between 3:52am and 4:40am, waiting for her to call. I figured it she would need a half hour to wrap things up at work and started calling. The first three tries, her phone rang but got no answer. On the fourth try, I got an out-of-service message. I got the hint. She was too tired after work and was not coming by.

What was the Plan B? What to do, what to do? Hmmm, Miami Club doesn't close until 6am, and I had wanted to date one of the A-D-C girls (Adriena, the cute brunette; Daniela, the beautiful brunette; or Claudette, the younger version of Edie Falco/Jill Kelly) and I couldn't let ReclusedX have all the fun, so I got dressed real quick, packed a femidom and lube, got a cab and was at Miami Club by 5am.

Claudette, like a lot of the girls, was in a booth getting groped by local guys, but some girls were sitting along the bar. Miami Club is dark, which is to the detriment of the girls, because it makes it hard to see how beautiful some of them are, and it makes it hard to find the one you want. I asked a clutch of 3 chicas by the bar to help me find Adriana (the waiters are in perpetual motion. Like UPS delivery men. And couldn't be stopped long enough to help). One said she was one of the Adrianas, but when I said I wanted the other, one of them said she would help summon her if for compensation.

Time was running out so I slipped her $5 and she sent Adriana II to the back to get Adriana I. Even though she had been on duty since 9pm, she seemed fresh as a daisy. Ah, the recuperative powers of youth! We spoke for a couple of minutes and she led me to cashiers booth. But not before asking if she was game for BBBJ (no, dang it) and femidoms (yes).

The price wa $95. Not $85? No, the cashier insisted it was $95. (I dunno, maybe $95 included 'consumo minimo'. Remember the $5 classes of Tang? ) What is the deal? Is the falling value of the dollar affecting the hobby, or what?

Anyway, she was given a key to the hidden door in the back. We stepped inside a well lit doorway, and she led me to the first door on the left. The room had a bunk on top of a larg cabinet, with an improvised mattress made of spongy foam. There were two polls running along the ceiling for AMP style back walking, and a TV. She said it didn't play porno. So why the heck was it there, I thought. There was a shower in the back. The room was about the size and configuration of a cabin on a ship, and got me thinking of a musical refrain: "Love, exciting and new. Climb aboard, were expecting you. The Loooove Boat, soon you'll making another run. The Loooove Boat, something for every one. Set mind on a course for adventure, were about to make another run. "

In the light, of the room, her face seemed even cuter, and while I could see that she still packed some of her teenage "baby fat", it was the youthful babyfat of a college girl. Think of a pre-child bearing Brittany Spears. She was another Paisa, from Periera, but didn't have a thick Paisa accent. Very Spanish, almost Italian looking. A nice golden color, about a 40/60 tits-to-ass ratio. Couldn't compare her to my prom date, since I took a tall mulatta to the prom, but Adriana would have been good army candy at any prom or college party.

She got out of the white MC uniform while I was in the shower, which was a disappointment, since I wanted to undress her. She remembered talking for a while to RecluseX, but said he didn't take her back. (Shame on you, RecluseX! Or did you spot someone better.) She seemed intrigued by the femidom, got it into her with no problem, and then started her massage. I enjoyed the view from the ceiling mirror (I always get on my back for the massages). She got me pretty hard with her hand and then put a regular condom on me for the BJ, but not very well, because as I started to stiffen, the condom started to give me an "L" shape. She readjusted and as she straighted me out, she started telling me I was very "grueso" (thick).

Oh, oh. I've heard that before, two or three times on this trip alone. She was concerned I'd hurt her. (I don't know which is worse, the concerned look a girl gets when she tell you that you are too long, or the one when she tells you that you are two thick.) Anyway, her oral skills was good, but not the best I had gotten this week, and time was a wasting. I had her get on her back and I came at her sideways. Love this position when there is a ceiling mirror, as you can watch her in profile and from the top. I should get one mounted in my bed room at home! The first fifty strokes, I took it slow and gauged her facial expressions, but then it changed from concern to almost blissful, and I knew I had her going.

On the Colombian responsiveness scale, with Valentina of Oasis on one end, and GT8 on the other, she was in the middle along with Gloria of Oasis. Not there for crazy weasel sex, but definitely up for a nice gentle rocking. That was fine with me, as I just enjoyed watching her get into it, tweaking each others nipples, rubbing her smooth but chunky tummy, rubbing that taut ass. We did it side-to-side until she came, disappointed I didn't respond to her quiet pleads to "dame tu leche". Like other Colombians, she was disappointed we didn't have a simultaneous orgasm. "No problem, baby. Get on your side, we'll do what I call the "lazy doggie style" position, I'll grab your hips, groove to your ample, but firm tush, and we'll rocket to the finish line. "

A few minutes after finishing, we could here one of the girls shout, "It's the final song of the night! " and we knew it was almost 6am. I asked her about the prices. $95 for foriegners, $85 for locals, and even less for Chinese, since the owner is Chinese. Dang! Now, that's discrimination! I was prepared for the $85 price quoted on this site.

It wasn't hard getting a cab, but the feel of the city at 6am was very different than the feel of the city at 5am. I got back to the hotel, finished packing and tried to sleep. I really did. I got about three hours of sleep but after 930am there was no way to keep my eyes closed.

Calling GT8 was out of the question. She had shut of her phone and was probably deeply racked out. Considered calling back my little Indian, but I had actually had gotten enough of that for a while. Hmmmm. Take-in lunch at Oasis, followed by take-out lunch at Subway before checking out of the hotel and going to the airport? Hmmm. That's a possiblity. And I did want to try more than one of the V-girls at Oasis (Valentina? Did that on Friday. Vanessa from my second to last trip? Be nice to do her again, especially since she was with a customer when I went there on Saturday. Valerie? Chunky and cute. Maybe she's there today.) The clincher would be that I could get there right after the Oasis opened and get the chicas hot, fresh, and fluffy.

I got there at 1110am. They only had three girls that morning. And I had already done all of them. Two of them are in ReclusedX's photo on the photo gallery. Tall, wide-bodied Tatiana was there. She of the Pam Grier face and the late 30's MILFy body. Not an option, because our nice session ended badly when my thrusting at the end wound up pushing the condom off me and into her. The model-slim, athletically toned Kathy was also there, but I recall that during our Saturday session she was very detached emotionally, and a little mechanical (although when a girl in such good shape is trying to get you off with her hips, mechanical can be a good thing.)

Fortunately, Vanessa was there. I recall that our session last summer, one right before I dashed off to the airport, was what got me so excited about making it my last stop before leaving the country. Hair lightened to a hot choclate tone to match her skin. Pretty latin features with a slim pretty nose. She claims to be 28 years old, has a very sexy Ceasarian scar, lets the post-childbirth baby fat work to give her a plush, wide body, and has a great attitude. She really like sex and loves a tupping. She remembered me hanging out after a session last Saturday, and I apologized for no taking her to the back room, but she was with a customer when I came in and had to make my selection. She liked that and when I asked her about femidoms, she remembered our session the summer before fondly. We were off to a good start.

We started out in the most rearward of the rooms, but the DVD player was defective and I asked to switch to the other remodeled room, which is where we had our last session. While I showered, I asked her to pop my DVD into the machine (a US made one I picked up for $14 in a novelty and sex shop across from the street from the Costa Inn hotel). We moved the bed so it would be directly under the ceiling mirror. She started to massage me, used a big glob of lotion to rub my member, and I asked her if she would give me a BBBJ. No? Not even for a tip? Maybe. How big a tip? You tell me. She came back with $70. $70, I countered with $20 and $30, bit it was not dice. She assured me her covered BJ's were just as good. Show me, I said.

After a while, she started telling me I was "grueso", but that she loved the look of it. When I entered her, it didn't take her long to warm up to it. Everything was fine, then she started saying the femidom was uncomfortable. It wasn't last time, but if the inner ring is bugging you, we can take it out. That was a little better. I started hammering away, enjoying the sponge rubber texture of her breasts and ass, playing with long brown nipples, watching her fingers play skillfully on her clitoris. I thought everything was cool, but then she started complaining about the folds of the femidom rubbing her the wrong way. Too late to lube the outside? Yep, it was starting to hurt. OK. Let's switch to a latex condom. Didn't have one in the room, and it was the first time I forgot to pack along a Spiral topped condom. She put on a towel and stepped into the hall.

When she returned, she lotioned me up again, jerked me a little, got me stiff again, put on the condom, sucked me a bit and then demanded to know which position would get me off. She became a clock watcher and I still had plenty of time left on my hour. I do have to admit that between the five sessions with my new "GF", four sessions with the CMM, two previous Oasis lunches, and Adriana at MC, all within the last six days, she could rightly sense that I was dragging in the dairy department. After trying for a while in lazy doggie position, she said she had enough, too much discomfort for the first customer of the day and she would get me off her hands.

Fine by me. With me lying on my back and her kneeling between my legs, she tapped her acting skills, talking real sexy to me in Spanish, and then in her limited English. Working her lotioned hands, she began tickling my bag, and "grinding the corn" (rubbing her the knuckles of her fist in my crack). I watched her in the mirror, looking at her sexy expressions and rubbing my legs on her body helped. The clincher was when the DVD got to real hot scene of tiny Tricia Yen getting getting and giving oral, and Vanessa giving me the univeral chica signal to "wrap it up", a condomed FUTB. She turned ecstatic with her facial expression and sexy talk when I came all over her tits. Shouldn't have tipped off this cumdodging tart, because I would have loved to have decorated her face like a glazed donut.

Nice way to end the trip, but it was clear that I was running low on ammo. I had started out strong the first night, giving the chica both a facial and a pearl necklace with seconds of each other on Thursday night, but I was needing a lot of help a week later. And I would be expected to play the role of blue-balled, sex deprived boyfriend when I got home. Even after a hellish twelve hours of TSA harrassment, the DMV treatment by Customs/Immigration, two delayed and late flights, politically correct snacks on the plane (Whattayamean, you can't serve peanuts anymore? ! ), and then an almost two hour drive from the airport.

I left for the airport at 1pm, finally got home 14 hours later to a light sprinkle of snow, and drove home in a post-trip funk. I have heard (and experienced) the post Angeles City funk Philippine mongers have described. How can I endure the cold, the tomatoes that taste like shredded cardboard, the lack of fresh pineapple juice, and people that dress like Eskimos after a week in PTY? Driving home, I thought about going back to work the next day. I turned on the DVD player in the dash, selected a collection of New Wave hits from the early 80's, and punched up "Echo Beach" by Martha and the Muffins:

"From 9 to 5 I have to be at work,
My job is really boring....I'm an office clerk,
The only thing that get me through the day,
Is thinking I'll be back at Echo Beach someday.
Echo Beach, far away in time.
Echo Beach, far away in time."

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[Iguana Six]

Like the previous morning, Suri and woke up and had brunch at the Costa Azul near the Marriot Hotel. This time, we got much better service. The Costa Azul offers good food at good prices in a good location. As usual, Suri over-ordered, getting a huge bowl of oatmeal, eggs and Panamanian style flat bread, which she didn't finish. I had the french toast again, and then ordered chicken soup for the cold. The hot salt water gargling the day before was paying off and we both felt better. Suri wanted a phone card to recharge her cell phone and was putting off washing her hair until she could get some more the special Lorial shampoo. (She had some, but it was being stored at a friend's house.) I wanted more fruit and juice. We got both at El Rey and then separated for the afternoon.

It was my last day, and I wanted a fourth and even a fifth session with GT Girl 8, for which I had saved what I though was my last two femidoms. I had only brought 10. Later, I would find out I had another in my backpack, which I had hoped to use at Oasis, but wasn't allowed to.

GT8 did come by that afternoon. In addition to almost coming when I DATY and her favorite position with her ankles around my ears (In that position, if I can't pound her enough hard enough, she would just use her ankles for leverage and pound me) she wanted to experiment. She asked me to lube her up and fuck her enhanced tits. When I suggested we use the chair, she sat on me, lap dancer style (reverse cowgirl) and bounced on my lap so hard, the chair slid back along the floor until it was stopped by a cabinet. After a few minutes of that, she had me get up, stood up, bent down to the chair and had me pound her from behind standing doggie style. After her first orgasm, she wanted her second to be simultaneous with mine. But it had been a long week, and even one of Permanent Damage's inexpensive, but effective, Vitamin C's couldn't address my lack of leche reserves. She then decided to try to give me a BBBJ2CIM, which would have happened pretty easy but when it didn't after ten minutes, and I responded well to her tickling my bag and my crack, she slipped a condom on her finger and did FUTB, which caused me to drench her tits.

I had hoped for a 3 hour session, preferably in her room at the residential, so we could couple for a an hour, recover and watch TV for an hour, and then couple for an hour before she had to prep for work. No time for that today, but she promised to come by my hotel room at 430am, right after getting off work at GT. This sounded good to me, but would require deconflicting with my Kuna chick. Didn't know how my semi-girlfriend would react to a proposed 3 way with the Colombian sex machine. She had gotten so much more reliable after she stopped partying with her freelance confederate and settled her housing issues, and super affectionate after I nursed her through her cold.

By now, it was the late afternoon of my last day. So much I still wanted to do, like visiting La Bodeguita for the first time. I called RecluseX and Permanent Damage, eventually setting up a meeting at my hotel and buying some pills. I called my Kuna chick and asked her to meet me for dinner so I could pay her and say goodbye. The meeting went well, and when we were done, she was waiting in the lobby.

Permament Damage had another appointment, but RecluseX joined us for dinner on Calle Uruguay. After dinner, RecluseX went outside for a smoke and I said goodbye to her. It was almost tearful, as she told me how she really made a connection over the past six days. We had arranged $700 for 7 days of her time, plus some expenses, and I had already given her $350. Since she was AWOL on Friday night (she took on a freelance date, she finally admitted) I just gave her another $300, for $650 for five really sweet sessions.

She would have come to my hotel room that night, but I wanted to hit La Bodeguita with RecluseX and have a last session with GT88. I gave my little Kunita a last kiss, watched her get into a cab, and then walked to La Bodeguita with RecluseX. When we got there, they said they were going to open up in a half hour, but said we were welcome to have drinks on the balcony. The half hour estimate was very optimistic, and when we inquired, they admitted they wouldn't open up the main club area until 1030 pm. Not good for me, as I had planned to sleep early and build up my strength for the Colombian mattress monster, who was supposed to come by after GT closed.

Recluse hadn't been to Miami Club, so I agreed to go with him. We took a cab to Fantastic Casino. (When going to GT, tell the cabbie to take you to Fantastic, because when you ask to go to Popeyes, they still drop you off to GT in order to get their $10 payoff, which gets added to your GT bill.) We did a walk through the casino, confirmed that they didn't pick up any of the chica traffic displaced by the crack down at Veneto's, and then walked past the Super 99 and the mini-Chinatown to get to Miami Club.

We got a table in the back and watched the dancers. Adriana took to the stage and started dancing. I had spotted her the previous Sunday night, along with blonde Claudette, and the other pretty brunette, Daniela. I inquired about the former "Perla" of River Club MP, but not knowing her MC stage name, it was difficult. When I gave a physical description, a couple of girls thought she was the one that took a dancing contract in Nicaragua.

RecluseX seemed to get target lock on Adriana, and it was getting late for me, so I returned to the hotel to start packing and resting up for GT8.

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[Iguana Six]

Suri and I would have woken up later, but for the noise around our room. The Eurohotel is nice hotel, with a large and very earnest staff, and by 8-9am, the place is abuzz with activity. Rooms are being cleaned, the maintenance staff is refurbishing furniture and air conditioning units, and if your room is near the garage and the service areas, the noise will wake you up. The doors are thin and the hallways are not carpeted (but always kept to a brilliant shine) so noise reverberates. It was a concern during the daytime sessions with Golden Time girl #8, as she is a howler monkey in bed, and I wasn't sure if running the airconditioning and the radio would cover up the noise of her moans, screams, and demands to "dame su leche, papi!"

I was still recovering from the day before, so no morning wood. Suri and I went to Costa Azul for brunch. We each ordered breakfast steaks and I also asked for french toast. The service that day was lousy. We got served shortly enough, but getting a bill and a couple of cups of hot water took for ever. Then, we got the wrong bill. When we got the right bill, we were charged 50 cents each for a coffee cup of hot water under the heading "special plate". (We still had sore throats I wanted us to gargle with hot water and salt.

Afterwards we walked to El Rey supermarket and picked up some cold meds, vitamins, groceries. She refused to hold my hand in the Via Espana/Via Venetto neighborhood, because was concerned about her reputation - she lives near there. At the store, she ran into another Relax Oriental MP alumni, a girl who met a Swiss guy at the MP and has been living with him the last few months. They chatted a bit, but not long. The girl with the Swiss sugar daddy doesn't get along with Suri's freelance partner, Pamela.

Suri went off to work on relocating to her new room, I went back to the hotel to arrange another afternoon session with GT8. No luck, as GT8 had many errands to run.

That evening, Suri came back to my hotel room. We had set out to eat at a restaurant on Via Argentina, ironically enough just a block up the hill from Taoz, the Blockbuster video, the River Club and the Relax MP's. There are three good restaurants right next to each other, including a different Manolo's than the one across the street from the Venetto. We had set out to eat at Trapiche, but when I saw a combination Mexican/Lebanese restaurant, I was intrigued and we went there. I ordered the middle east appetizer plate and was very pleased. As we ate, she pointed out to some apartments across the street she had considered moving into, but they had 3 guys in one bedroom and 3 gals in another. No privacy, no peace and quiet, so she chose a hotel room up the hill. From what she told me, I get the impression that rents are comperable to lower end US rents, $600-900 a month.

We went back to the hotel room and watched tv. While we were watching music videos, she pointed out a chubby Panamanian rapper, with a name that sounded like "Roll-O", and told me he was once a freelance customer. After 5 minutes of a wrapped BJ, he came prematurely, after which she left his "residencial" love motel room in disgust. It was the fastest $80 she ever made. When I asked if she considered staying a little longer, she said, "It's not like he's my boyfriend, and once the customer has his orgasm, or his hour is up, my job is done." This made me appreciate her BBBJ's and sweet love making sessions. Mistakenly thinking I was down to just 2 femidoms, I used a conventional one, but couldn't give her "mi leche". During previous sessions, she had asked to see if she could get me off with just her hands and mouth, so I obliged her.

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[Latina Passion]

Hey LP

This would be very tough. You would have to clear customs to leave the airport. This could be quick or long depending on the line at the time. Getting back in you would have to go through security which could again vary. But the longest part is getting to the canal. I am not sure about the exact drive time but it is not real close to the airport. Once there you would be rushed. I personally would not do it with only 4 hours.

Some guys here have done a layover with a trip into the city for a quickie at Oasis. But even then I think they had a longer layover than you. My advice would be to sit in the airport and enjoy all the hotties walking around.

RT

Hell, I might just push the envelope and see if I can do it, the worse that could happen, is an unplanned layover in Panama, but hell that almost beats a four hour layover in Panama doing nada!

[Reclusedx]

So I took the advice from the guys on the forums and packed light. Indeed saved some time and hassle. I got to MIA at around 130 PM, got my carry on checked and went off and hung out for a while. The flight left right on time, first time flying with Copa by the way, usually fly with AA or TACA.

I arrived at PTY at 730 PM and made a mistake of taking my sweet time since 80 percent of the passengers on the flight were not panamanian citizens so the line to enter the country was long and I was one of the last ones. I bought a tourist visa at the airport in Miami so that helped somewhat. I got out and Costa Inn was there waiting for me, pleasant suprise. I had no idea. So the shuttle took me to the hotel about 20 minutes from the airport. Once I entered a see a huge sign that says ¨NO VISITORS ALLOWED IN THE ROOMS¨. There goes my plans I said to myself. I checked in, went to my room and changed to head out to my fav. Spot. Capri for a quickie. I called Iguana Six and made plans to head over to Bodeguita.

I got to Capri, payed $2 cab ride, and had him drop me off at the corner. So I lit up a cigerete and strolled in. Another Panamania they must of thought. Plan worked. So I go in and after about my second beer I chose this cute girl, 27 from Cali. We head over to the counter and pay while were walking I see Sara, me and this girl have history from back in 2005-06, it couldn't be here I thought but I quickly got out of the other girl and told her I rather have another beer and said sorry. I walk out and try looking for Sara and found here, I would over to her and she screamed with excitement. We sit down and she tells me that when she left to Medellin she had no plans of coming back. I met this girl in Capri a while back and had a blast. And we stayed in touch through emails and phone calls until the past year. We went into the room and had a pretty good time, I look at my watch and thought to myself I was never going to make it to the room in time to call Iguana. Sara gave me a cell phone so we could keep in touch while in Panama. I rolled out.

Returned to the room at about 130 AM and passed out.

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[Iguana Six]

After our session, we showered, she turned on the Simpsons and Everybody Hates Chris on the TV and started to prep for work. She modified this blouse she bought at Sprago. It was this black, slinky thing with spaghetti straps. Well, she cut the shoulder straps off and used a razor to cut out the little foam pads out of the bustier bra cups. I helped, and was treated to her a good long look at her in her new GT hooker wear. When she put it on and pulled the tail of the blouse down, it became a sexy black cocktail dress that left nothing to imagination, especially her nipples. Oh, baby. She complained about not having had time to see the hair stylist. She complained that her natural hair is black and 'crespo'(which can mean thick or curly, depending on what country you are from. She let me only take a fleeting glimpse of her passport, because she thought he picture was ugly, but it showed a very pretty 19 year old with a beautiful main of naturally black and full bodied hair. Sigh. At least she is staying away from the tats.)

I got back to my hotel room, feeling absolutely drained by GT 88. I had not eaten lunch, and had only juice, fruit, and a turnover for breakfast. I walked to the Restaurante Seoul. It wasn't much to look at from the outside, but I could tell in a minute if I would stay. I saw a table full of Koreans in one corner and a cute Korean MILF with two kids at another. Yep, if Koreans eats here, it is either a good Korean restaurant or the only Korean restaurant in the city. The place was very run down, but I ordered the bulgoki and was pleasantly surprised. It was pretty good, although I was a bit surprised by the chef's choice of kimchi side-dishes. The cucumber and cabbage were standard fare, but the anchovy and other one were a twist. $10 for the whole thing, plus soup, and just like the menu said, it would have fed two people. I tried to write in a tip on the credit card slip, but that space was xxx'd up. When I asked the waitress, she said the owner does not allow it. Like a true restaurant in Asia, good service is expected, and it is factored into the price of the meal.

I walked back to my hotel, satiated in so many ways. What a vacation! Although my Kunita was supossed to have called me at 1pm, I didn't count on it and did not sweat simultaneously sheduling GT 88 at around the same time.

There were no messages waiting for me so I called her a little after 9pm. She was home and said she had tried calling me. She arrived a half hour later and I looked forward to just a night of cuddling. Well, she gave me the bonus plan. After settling into bed and catching a flick on the television, she treated me to some really sweet GF sex. Now that the worst of her cold was over, she was really in the mood, even if I wasn't when she first came over. After two energetic boughts of screeching crazy weasel sex with GT 88, this delicious low key seduction at midnight was very welcome. If only I could convince her to get on the pill so we could dispense with the femidoms, but she might be very Catholic or something.

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[Iguana Six]

I hit PTY at 10:30 and have a flight to CTG at 15:10 is four hours enough time to take a taxi to the canal, do a really quick 1 hour sight seeing tour of the canal and make my 15:10 flight to CTG clear customs and all that crap!

Any Taxi contacts and price and salida tax would be great!

Thanks in advance,

LP!

Figure your plane might arrive late, like 11am. If they are transferring your check in bags and you have just a small carry on, and the line isn´t long and you run the head of the line, get your tourist card and zip through, you might be out of the airport by 11:15. Run upstairs to get a cab, give him $20, and hit the lunch time $50 special at Oasis. Spend an hour there (1145-1245) and spend $25 for a cab back at the airport by 1pm. Still plenty of time. Hell, if you are randy enough, you might even do a second turn at Oasis for another $50 and have a hell of a time.

[Regulr Travlr]

I hit PTY at 10:30 and have a flight to CTG at 15:10 is four hours enough time to take a taxi to the canal, do a really quick 1 hour sight seeing tour of the canal and make my 15:10 flight to CTG clear customs and all that crap!

Any Taxi contacts and price and salida tax would be great!

Thanks in advance,

LP!

Hey LP

This would be very tough. You would have to clear customs to leave the airport. This could be quick or long depending on the line at the time. Getting back in you would have to go through security which could again vary. But the longest part is getting to the canal. I am not sure about the exact drive time but it is not real close to the airport. Once there you would be rushed. I personally would not do it with only 4 hours.

Some guys here have done a layover with a trip into the city for a quickie at Oasis. But even then I think they had a longer layover than you. My advice would be to sit in the airport and enjoy all the hotties walking around.

RT

[Latina Passion]

I hit PTY at 10:30 and have a flight to CTG at 15:10 is four hours enough time to take a taxi to the canal, do a really quick 1 hour sight seeing tour of the canal and make my 15:10 flight to CTG clear customs and all that crap!

Any Taxi contacts and price and salida tax would be great!

Thanks in advance,

LP!

[Iguana Six]

Be very careful. These girls come up with a scam for extra cash all the time. The stories are straight out of their telenovelas. Be skeptical.

Always a good thing to keep in mind, Voyajer. I have worked in law enforcement / unionized labor / car rentals / environmental political organizing and other sleazy trades, so I am used to people lying with a straight face.

[Voyajer1]

Be very careful. These girls come up with a scam for extra cash all the time. The stories are straight out of their telenovelas. I am not saying that this what she told you may or may not be true. Her story sounds awfully familiar to other sob stories from other forums. They are after what they don't have: Our funds. Be skeptical. Go with her; tell her you wish to help her move out. I will bet you that her story will suddenly change. Most of these girls have roomates that do the same thing as they do. I just don't see her living with a family like she claims. Once again, be skeptical. Trust, but verify their tales and if they turn out false it is up to you which way to proceed.
[QUOTE=Iguana Six]She owed them January and half of February´s rent, $250, and she was hoping to earn a little with her friends that night, and little with me, in order to pay them off on Friday morning. If she didn´t, they would keep her stuff. Sounds plausible. She didn´t earn anything that night, so she was worried. I assured her I could help.

By then, it was 530am, so it was a shower, some cuddling, and sleep....until a little after 715am, when her landlord started bugging her about the rent...

Suri and I had arranged $700 and all expenses if she would be my novia for the week, so I gave her $200 so she could pay her landlord and come right back.

Which she never did. Still sleep deprived, I woke up after around 1pm. I tried calling her, no luck. I showered and changed. Made a few phone calls. Realizing Suri might not come back, I decided to hit the Oasis for the lunch special.

[Iguana Six]

suri woke up at 1030, i was driven out of bed and down to the lobby by the sound of an electric buzz saw being used by a carpenter just 20 feet from my window. see, i was given a room on the back side, which blocks the street noise, but on the first floor puts you right on the garage. and that where the carpenter was sawing, in the garage. at 845am on a sunday.

suri was actually in my bed this morning. so, instead of working my way through the v-girls at oasis for the "lunch special", i was showing her the meaning of the expression "morning wood". she was a little reluctant, but she did get a real nice night's sleep and i was going to pay the first month's rent on her new studio apartment, and she did get into it after a few strokes. but none of the really good positions that look so good in the big vanity mirror. what the hell, i just grooved on the 34c cups, her flat belly, her slim fingers, her delicate little arms, her curvy ass and her long legs. what a package for 95lbs and five foot nothing!

we hadn't had anything to eat or drink in twelve hours, so we agreed to get brunch after she went to her friend's house to get a change of clothes, then go to pay for new landlord. i wanted to come and help her move some of her stuff, but she insisted that she didn't want me to come. she agreed to meet me at 230pm at the internet cafe in front of hotel venetto. i gave her $150. figuring i would not see her the rest of the day (yes, i am getting the hang of it. giving her some money makes her disappear. i get it, now.) i breakfasted on the steak and bread leftovers from the night before.

i did go to our prearranged meeting place, and while i waited for her to show, i hit the internet, made some phones (for a lot less than i pay at the hotel) and printed some things out. there are two internet cafes across from the via venetto food court. i think of them as the blue one and the red-yellow colored one. the latter is closer to manolo's restaurant and is more upscale, charges less for printed pages, but cannot do cellular calls. the blue one can do cellular calls.

i learned the hard way that all the camera stores close on sunday. dang, i need a memory chip for my camera. all the good memories i am racking up here.

hit the rey supermarket nearby. very good deli. you could stay at the expensive hotels on via venetto, and eat healthy, cheaply, and well off the el rey. got some nice chilean grapes, some tomatoes, some juice (love that you can get a liter of fruit juice for less than a dollar down here) some greek salad, some milanese style chicke cutlets all for less than 10 bucks. and they don't make faces at you when you whip out your plastic.

called permanent damage, a celebrity on this site. "he got game, " and might turn me on to some generic vitamin cialis. "can't spell cialis without c-i-a. "

by then it was 9pm and time to start scouting new territory. still haven't been to the 5th floor bar in the miramar intercontinental, or the bodeguita, or to gt, or miami club. got in a cab. told the cabby to take me to bodeguita, but then changed my mind and told him to take me to the el dorado shopping plaza. i made a 10 dollar mistake right there. after not being able to figure it out, i said i wanted to go to the popeye's near novey. since i mentioned bodeguita's, he figured out i wanted to go to golden time. suddenly, he started driving with skill and elan and determination. and pulled right into the el mirage plaze. past the popeyes. and right into a parking spot in front of gt. that would cost me $10 later.

still trying to avoid the $94. 50 price instead of the $84. 50 price, i got out of his car and went straight to popeyes. not wanting my clothes to stink of fried chicken i stayed there just long enough to watch my cabby drive away and then starting to look for miami club. walked around, asked some folks for directions, but had to go back to the doorman and security guard in front of gt. two blocks down, one block to the right.

advice to the board. the cabbies are hip to us asking to go to popeyes when we want to go to gt. a better landmark is the fantastic casino, the rey supermarket, and the tienda 99 (noventi-nueve). or just ask to be dropped off at miami club, since i don't think that there any commissions for cabbies.

i went to miami club. after a wand search by the bouncer i got in. i didn't feel any pressure to buy girls drinks, but it was early. they had no tomato juice (how do they make bloody marys? ), so i asked for an orange juice and got a tang. it did not make me feel like an astronaut at all. i looked for the former perla, but no luck. three of the girls reminded me of the brunette costar on that fox show, house. the dancers had cute matching outfits but either they have been overrated by the board, or the lighting did not show them off to their best advantage. when i tried to pay off my tab, they asked for $10. $10 for tang? what, did it contain rare [CodeWord109] sample from buzz aldrin's moon walk? no, it is a $10 minimum. i paid it but said i'd be back. for more tang!

then i walked to gt. super classy. heavy investment in the decor and furniture. walked past the glass booth, past the benches with the girls, was led into the room with the recliners and offered a pad, a pen, and a drink. then, they ushered in the girls. from 20, i narrowed down to 4, and then picked number 88. she came in, and when i rose to shake her hand (like a gentleman) she said that was the signal that we had to go upstairs. i said i would but that i wanted to talk to her first.

ground rules. i am older and need more stimulation, like bbbj and use of my own femidoms. her rules, she was going to give me good bbbj and fuck the shit out of me.

she was colombian, paisa, 23, and. get this. half thai. really? did she speak any thai? no, daddy died when she was 2 months old. tall and busty, she reminded me of the almost blonde asian porn stars like kianna bradley or lacey tom. but the pure sexual energy was pure colombiana.

my coworkers tell me about how you don't need to diet or exercise if you are overweight. colombian girls will fuck the fat off your hide in ten pound strips. oh, yeah.

she took my hand out of the room and past the bench, but not before asking me to buy her a red bull (to keep her energy up.) sure. everything was cool until i got the theater style box office and they said $94. 50. i tried insisting on $84. 50, but the chorus from the "ticket agent" and the floor manager (they run the place with walky talkies and all the precision of an aircraft carrier flight deck. why can't the whole country run this way? ) was! you pay 94. 50. may my cabbie burn to death in a single car accident!

anyway, i paid and was left with enough from my $100 to get a cab home, provided i found an honest cabbie. i went upstairs to a very nice room with a shower, two massage tables and two horizontal ceiling poles, which are very good for having a girl walk on your back. we showered, she drank half her red bull, we exchanged pleasantries, and then my tall, lithe, busty, exotic vivid girl got to work on the massage. great passionate bbbj, she was intrigued by the femidoms, wanted me to hook her up, and the positions were great. with some colombians, you don't make love to them, they fuck the shit out of you and you just hang on for the ride.

we discussed how much the house takes and so i was able to get her digits.

i tell you, i feel like garth in waynes world when the hot older woman starts crying in garth's lap, rubbing her sobbing face in his crotch, saying "i can't ask you to kill my husband, i can't! " and garth says "he's a dead man! " oh yes, if agent 88 gave me enough sex, and asked me to kill my wife so we could be together.

[Iguana Six]

After leaving Oasis that afternoon, got a three dollar haircut. Funny, one barber shop had two barbers but there were 6 guys in line, but the place catty-corner across the street had just one and no waiting. Same price. With a name like "King of Kings", how could I go wrong. Wasn´t disappointed with the results.

Picked up my laundry. Like all laundramats and small grocery stores, it was Chinese owned. But like almost all Panamanian small businesses, low on customer service. (but it was across the street from my hotel) I dropped it off in the morning. I had a choice of either running it through the washer for 50 cents, and running it through the dryer for a dollar, but I asked her how much for them to do it. The reply was 2.50, ready by 5pm. I countered offered, with 4pm. She said 5pm again I insisted on 4pm. She knew better, cause I got there after 5pm and it was washed, and dried, but in a basket unfolded. She was eating her dinner of rice, fish, bok choy, and chicker out of a metal bowl and metal chopsticks, which I thought was weird, because thin metal chopsticks are more of a Korean custom. She called the sweaty Panamanian help who divided his attention between folding my clothes and watching the soccer game. Ah, and the locals wonder why they aren´t as prosperous as Singapore. :-) After all, Singapore has a port, Panama has the canal....OK, so those Singaporeans work hard, and keep their streets clean, and have a functioning legal and justice system, but that's no reason for them to run circles around Panama. After all, Panama has Ruben Blades!

Anyway, I called my Plan B, the former Perla of River Club (she quit after there was parlor invasion robbery of that place and the owner gypped her out some back pay) and now Miami Club dancer. She caught a cold a few days ago, but was gettin over it. Wasn't working that night, but was spending the night with her family. (Mom and lots of brothers and sisters.)
She promised to call me back by 1130, before I went to sleep. Good back up if Suri doesn't show.

Later, my Kunita called and she promised to show by 8pm. She had seen several apartments and struck a deal with one around 6 pm. Her stuff was with a friend who agreed to help her move in. She was coming down with a cold, so no partying with her friends tonight, so, I was hopefull she would really come by for dinner. I was in the lobby using the internet when she came in, spotted me and came up behind me and rubbed the back of my ear. Blue denim mini skirt, red push up bra, red spaghetti strap top. Rrroarrrr! The lobby was cold, I was cold, and she had a cold so I logged off real quick.

When we got upstairs, she started taking the pills the pharmacist suggested to her (why see a doc? why not cut out the middle man? no wonder health care is so expensive Hillary wants to make it "free".) plus some of the vitamins and Mucinex I brought with me. I got dressed, and got a cab. Every cabbie is unique down here. This one did not want to go to Calle Urugauy "because there is too much traffic there," and he did not know where the HAbibi Arab Restaurant was, and he took the weirdest route to get there, and then....he tried to drop us off at La Bodeguita, thinking that La Bo is a restaurant. "No, not that place!", my chica exclaimed. So, we settled on La Fioja, a nice upscale Spanish restaurant.

With her cold, I insisted she have orange juice and some hot chicken soup. Caldo de pollo was not on the menu, but the waiter was able to get the chef to special make us a couple of bowls (at $3.50 a piece). I ordered a beef salad, she ordered a steak with fries (but it did come with a tiny salad.) I don`t know how my little Kuna girl stays so skinny based on the meal choices she makes..... Needless to say, I helped her with the fries and there was still a doggie bag to take home.

When we got home, I gave her some more vitamins, a second Mucinex, a massage, some hot tea, and then some hot me. Dang latex during the Oasis sessions gave me some condom burns which she looked at askance, but that didn`t prevent her from treating me to her great oral skills. She was too tired for any tricky positions, but it was still a hot session. I figure she worked off the second $ I gave her on Friday morning. Even after our session, we went to sleep around midnight, which must have been the first time for her in almost week. Going to bed at 4am and being kicked out of her room is how she probably got her cold, I figure.

Around 1245am, my Plan B, the former Perla of River Club and now Miami Club dancer under a different name I don't know, called. Fortunately, I told the desk to hold all my calls and take messages. Glad I did. Not sure how they'd take to a three way, and while the bow was willing, the arrow was broken, if you know what I mean.

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[Iguana Six]

the rest of friday was pretty sedate. after "lunch" at oasis, followed by lunch, i took a nap, ran some errands. the unreliable suri was playing her games again. after she no-showed for dinner, i decided to eat stag. there was a very nice, very cozy arab restaurant next to habanos, but it closed last year. however, it may have moved or been replaced by one down the block. this one is bigger, noisier. the charm of the old one was that, on a cool night, you could order your meal, eat on the porch, and watch the colombian robo-hos on the porch of habanos. if you didn't want to, you could always get a seat in the air conditioned inside.

going on a friday night, when the locals come to entertain guests or impress their girlfriends, and the club puts on a belly dance show to some very loud music was a recipe for disaster. i couldn't get a seat inside, it was hot and muggy, and the service was awful. if their taboule salad, fried kibbe, and stuffed grape leaves wasn't so good. i enjoyed the food, but did not leave a tip.

anyway, this is about saturday. i woke up in time to go back to oasis in time for the lunch special. the three "v for victory girls" were not there this time. valentina normally works days (which might explain her crummy attitude during yesterday's day shift), and valerie and vanessa work monday through friday.

there were four girls on duty saturday morning. a milf with blonde hair from a bottle, the one daytime girl with the big eye brows, another who was pretty unremarkable. and kathy. kathy reminded me of a track star. she was black with beautiful features. she had this elegant nose, like michelle nichols (lt uhura of star trek), nice hair, the most flawless skin. she was about 5'6" and 105 lbs. yes, 105 lbs of the most toned muscles i have ever seen. not real curvy, tiny a-cups (if that), but just enough shape to suggest college girl olympic hopeful (swimming, maybe) or aerobics instructor. or maybe one of those background dancers they use in the rap videos. her red bathing suit get-up was small and looked more like bandages on her slim body. reminded me of a black version of mila johavich in "the third element".

when we got to the room, she was all business. no smiles during the whole session from her. panamanian, 22 years old, dress size 1 or 2, was all i could get from her. well, she did admit that she used to work out. "weight lifting? aerobics? " i asked. "a little of everything. " we didn't get the best room, but we got the second best room, which also had a shower and tv set. after throwing some interesting dvd on the player, i discovered that someone had moved the bed over so that it wasn't in the optimum location under the ceiling mirror, which caused some adjusting. after lotioning up my joint, she refused my femi-dom and a bbbj (someday, someday i'll get a bbbj at oasis! ). still, it was all good, cause with me on my back, she picked her favorite postion, which was cowgirl.

let me tell you, i could put both my hands around her waist and my thumbs and index fingers could touch, so watching that tight, flat stomach of hers undulating like a snake while she rolled, rocked, and pivoted on my crotch was a treat. she could have been a model for the abdominizer! the mirror on the wall gave me a great view of her lovely butt. unfortunately, she had some tats: one was burning heart with a scroll left black for a name which covered up a apendicitis scar, one of the others was a "tramp stamp" over the butt, which while it was small was a cliche playboy bunny logo.

anyway, letting her chose the first position allowed her to enjoy the ride for a while, which was good because it allowed me to sample those tasty little nips of hers, and because of her clock-watcher agenda. we went to side-to-side, which is great with a ceiling mirror. when the condom broke, it put a temporary stop to the action, further foiling her from depriving me of my full hour. when she came back she insisted we go right to the position that would get me off.

afterwards, she didn't ask for a tip, but since i might want a return engagement i overed one, which she took laconically. upon coming out, i sat in the waiting room and enjoyed the afterglow. i realized how little business they were doing.

eight semi-drunken americans in matching t-shirts showed up. they were in panama to have a bachelor party weekend with their friend. they had beers and seemed confused on the ground rules. i don't know if oasis called up reinforcements but they didn't seem too game. (to be continued)

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[Iguana Six]

I will be staying at Intercontinental.

Are there mongering places within walking distance.

Nothing in downtown PTY is more than a $2.00 cab ride. The city center is basically a 7 mile by 7 mile square. I usually pay $1.25, like the locals, to get around, and that is good for a mile, mile and half trip. Go to this site, click on the map.

http://www.miramarpanama.com/en-ubicacion.php

You will be down by the water. If you look north and east you will see Via Espana. That is your ¨hand rail¨, to borrow a land navigation term. You want the corner of Via Espana and Via Venetto. Another landmark is the Iglesia Del Carmen. Those landmarks will put you within a block or two of Capri Club, Oasis, Habanos, Elite, the big casinos, and within 5 blocks of River Club and Relax Oriental. Your hotel can´t be more than a mile and half from Venetto hotel or even La Bodeguita night club. You will need a taxi to get to GT, Miami Club, and La Mayor.

If it is a cool night, and you have a wingman, you could walk. But only if your time is worth more than $2.00. But be sure to ask the driver first. This morning, I had a cabbie try to tell me that a trip from Hotel Montreal to Venetto was $2.00., when I had taken that same run half a dozen times for $1.25.

When are you getting in town?