Day 3 – Friday 27th June 2008
as my eyes open up in the morning, her rating drops from a 7 to a 5 (where did i put those beer goggles!!) and although i was looking for a daytime playmate – this was not going to be the day i have one.
as i lay in bed, the only way i was going to get some daytime fun was by visiting tgi thursday. i have taken a few girls from this place and slightly put off from going as not only is this place pretty much hit & miss with the quality i look for, but to go through the rejection of previous “take-outs” consumes a lot of time and stops other potential hopefuls from approaching.
i look over to the girl next to me – she is still asleep – its still 9am – i cannot remember her name. :o i have no longer any interest in her – i wake her up and tell her its time for her to go. i put dhs 700 on the top of her bag – she seemed ok with that amount. i did not even take her number as i know there will be no repeat business here.
i take off to city centre – do a few errands and catch a coffee in starbucks to watch the comings and goings for an hour. by 1pm i am heading down to tgi thursday. i get there around 1.30pm and the car park is packed – i give dhs10 to the security guy and give him my car keys.
walking into the bar, the place is pretty full – my guess around 80%. i am lucky and find a spot at the bar. no sooner have i made the 5 steps from the door to the bar i have two prc’s behind me giggling and touching my arm. usual questions (i should make a recording and just play it back each time – would save a lot of energy!) and i quickly rate them a 6.
i would guess the ratio is 50% m / 50%f, and while the bar area is pretty full, the back area would appear to be half empty. of the girls there, would guess 70% prc, 20% cis and 10% african – would rate them generally 4 – 7’s with the odd 8. i see a nice looking prc girl sitting across the bar, she is looking at me, but she is already with a guy. she continues staring – not smiling – strange – but leave it alone as she is already “taken”. a group of guys next to me get approached and they generally laugh off the approaches – i can see they are just there for a few beers and a bit of fun banter with the girls.
a prc girl approaches me – i have taken her before – we chat for 10 or 15 minutes - i guess she sensed i will not be taking her so we bids her farewell. i see prcnana arrive – another girl i have taken a few times in the past. she approaches one of the guys in then group next to me – and i guess she did not see me – they are having some jokes/ laughs which the girls are quite amused by. my phone rings and start to fumble for it, and get myself ready to make a quick step outside, thinking it is the wife calling. it stops ringing – i look at the screen and see it i a missed call from prcnana. i look at her and she sheepishly smiles – we exchange nods and winks – but she is already now with this guy. does not really bother me as i am looking for something else – but make her believe by some other mannerism that i would have taken her.
its now 3pm and the place is starting to thin out. a few more prc’s and cis girls arrive, but nothing that rocks my boat, so decide to call it quits and keep my energy for the evening.
6pm and i hit the road from my villa near the dubai marina to the ramada. only takes me 35 minutes. park the car and trot over the road for a quick burger at macdonalds, and whilst eating observe the show being performed in the shopping mall with what seemed like teenage kids. whilst this must have been a big event for the kids concerned, somehow does come across as being rather amateurish when promoted under the dss promotion.
9pm and i’m ready for action. i am keeping clear of jockeys as i don’t want to be cornered by prcshushu, after all the place is not exactly big enough that you can avoid anyone. i go to the music room again for a beer and get a table next to the dining area. place is about 30% full, same prc & african girls are there. band starts and i get another beer. i noticed 3 pi girls arrive with a guy – and damm good looking girls they are too – how does he do that ? :(
band finish their first set and i decide to walk down to the york. as i am walking past choithram a guy is sitting on the window ledge. he asks me if i am looking for a girl – “i have pretty girls - give good massage” – for a second i think am i in bangkok? – but no and have never had this approach before here – but easily could be an le trap of some sort – so just shake my head and keep walking.
get to the york, pass the security without having to pay the entrance – top of the stairs and get felt up by the bouncer as i walk through the metal detector. every time i walk through these large doors, i always get taken slightly aback by the sheer size of the place and the gaggle of ladies viding for your attention the instant you walk through. should i go left into the prc arena, or right into the african arena? – i am tempted to go right, as i know some pi’s can be found somewhere there. i go left – not because of an urge to fall into the 100’s of outstretched arms of the prc, - but because i’m dying for a [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url].
place must be about 70% full. my guess is 60% prc, 30% african, 10% cis – with a 70%f / 30% m mix. this place has all ratings of girls from a 3 – 10 – what a meat market!
i walk briskly, finding the right speed to avoid getting block in by the expert maneuverings of the prc army. once i’m 300ml lower in fluids, i walk past the long bar. i notice quite a few prc bleached blond a-listers with one or two quite eye catching african girls. i even came across a whitney housten look a like. i bump into prctang – a past “catch” and although nice eye-candy – am looking for newer pastures – i wish i had the balls to tell them to their face instead of the “i’m not sure i’m taking a girl tonight” bull***t i end up saying. i made my way to the small bar and found a spot at a table, close to the video machine. there were 3 pi girls playing the machine.
my beer arrived from a cute pi waitress. i had been here two minutes already and had not been approached once – strange – is this a sign of the night to come? i watched the pi girls play the machine – would rate them a 6 / 7. settled on the idea that in a couple of beers time would be best to approach them. strange how the majority of these pi girls do not “dress-up” – always wearing “practical” jeans and a bland top.
the band is playing and there are a few guys dancing on the dance floor. an argument breaks out between two african girls – they start pushing each other and the security guys come and calm things down. i am just about to finish my beer and walk the circuit, when suddenly i see her…….wow……she is one of two prc girls that stop next to me. they have not initially stopped to talk to me, but are talking amongst themselves. she looks at me – my heart beats faster…..i can feel the adrenalin pumping – we smile at each other. we’ll call her prcangi
i waste no time (strange for me!) and start the conversation. being the perfect actress she knows how to play the gfe – i’ve let my hard exterior down and she can sense my lust for her. her english is pretty good for a 20 year old and we are getting on well together. she moves closer and knows i’m wrapped around her little finger now. we order some drinks and its clear am hooked and trapped.
without any mention of “how much” we leave. we get outside and jump in a taxi “to the ramada” i tell the guy. “no way” he says. “i’ve been waiting here an hour for this – you get another taxi”. “no way” i say “you have to take me or i’ll report you”. he begrudgingly drives – and i feel kind of sorry for him – so i pay him dhs 20 for a dh 7 ride, which seems to make him a little more content.
the security guy in the lobby is my friend now. we exchange knowing smiles and pleasantries, but they really should carry a mobile scanner to reduce this “waiting of shame” in the lobby.
up in the room and she wants a shower – but insists that i have one first. now i’m all for cleanliness but this really takes away some of the gfe as i do like to take it slow with a girl, undressing each other, dfk, etc – showering does take all this away and starts to become a bit too mechanical for me.
showers over with and we’re quickly down to the main event – a bit too quick for my liking. but i’m all tanked up with a hard-on, so away we went. a good session, cbj and a large wet patch left behind gave me the impression she must have enjoyed it. once we were done, she asked if i would like her to stay or go. i told her to stay, wherein she proceeded to go to the bathroom remove her make-up and put creams on – is this a fast forward to marriage???? :eek:
Day 4 – Saturday 28th June 2008
I am woken by my phone ringing. I am in a deep sleep so have no idea what time it is. I glance at the clock – its 4.45am – who can be calling at this time? Look at the phone – holy s**t … :eek: …it’s the wife. I answer the phone, but at the same time I am disorientated and can sense I am speaking slowly. I am hoping PRCAngi will not make any sound. The call lasts a few minutes. I’m fast asleep again within minutes.
I open my eyes again at 10am. I look over at PRCAngi and she is so beautiful. I am thinking she would be good for my daytime playmate today. She awakes and we chat for a while. I sense something has changed and she is more “sober” and less affectionate / GFE touches than last night.
I make a couple of subtle moves to initiate some morning action, but each one is met by a subtle rejection. I try one last time and she seems to get the message, although I am not too comfortable if she is not in the mood. She fast wants the condom and produces some KY. We get into the action, but was a complete starfish session – she resisted all attempts at anything other than Mish position.
I dived into the shower and got dressed. I had lost interest in her now and told her I had errands to run and it was time she left. I dropped Dhs 800 in her pocket and she seemed happy with that.
It’s now 9pm and, like clockwork, I’m ready for action. I decide I’ll venture down to Ratsky’s tonight, but its too early, so I end up at the Music Room again. Same PRC & African girls there. Order a beer and enjoy the band.
10pm and I leave for Ratskey’s. Outside I find a taxi very quickly. After a few seconds I can feel a wet sensation in my arse. I put my hand and feel that the seat is wet. I say to the driver what is this – he says the previous customer dropped a bottle of water – well thanks for warning me when I got in. :mad: Now I have a large wet patch on my jeans. No way am I going any where like this, so about turn back to the Hotel. Up to my room and get out the hairdryer to dry the jeans off.
10.30pm and I’m back on the road again. Arrive at Ratkseys, walk through the door without paying the entrance. Inside and they’ve changed the place since my last visit. Gone is the long bar, replaced by a recessed cocktail table area. Place is about 20% full – 50% M / 50% F. All the girls are PI, whilst I would say 50% of the guys are PI, with the rest appearing Arab (not local) & Indian.
I make my way to the back bar near the pool table and notice 2 girls sitting at the bar. I order a beer. After a couple of minutes one of the girls say “hi” and introduces herself. I would rate her a 6 / 7 – but again wearing jeans and a bland top. She has a nice personality, and openly tells me she is a working lady. As we pause in our talking, she turns and starts chatting to another guy (whom she knows) – she apologizes and says she has to “entertain” him as he is her friend – whatever. Strange thing is she starts to chat with me 10 minutes later – she obviously needs a bit more skill & tact in trying to keep more than one option available to her. As pleasant as she is, this is not working. Her friend is not better in the rating scale.
The band start strutting their stuff and I order another beer. There are a couple of cute waitresses, and I notice a couple more girls arrive, but no better on the rating scale. It’s now 11.30pm and the place is only 40% full, so I decide to cut my loses and head down to the Seaview, after all I don’t really want a heavy night as I have to be up for work in the morning.
Get to the Seaview and pass the security without paying the entrance. Inside the place is about 40% full – 50% M / 50% F. I find a spot at one of the tables opposite the dance floor. I can see a couple of PRC girls across the room looking in my direction. I only glance as I want to check them out before I give any indication of interest. One of them appears a good looker – and is sort of familiar – or is it just the looks - although she is the other side of the room and it’s not exactly a brightly lit area.
My phone rings – its from PRCLisa (a previous “catch” back in April) – I instantly realize the good looker is PRCLisa – I look over and laugh – she comes over – wow – she is good looking. We get chatting and it is not long before my arm is around her waist. She has such a beautiful smile. I notice some PI girls arrive, and get looks from the girl who shrugged me off the other night – hope she realizes her mistake now. :p
It’s almost 1am now – and I say lets go. We find a taxi outside, negotiate the “drive-through” penalty at the lobby security and into the room. Always good to re-ignite old acquaintances and was probably that bit better than last time with her. Great BBBJ, DATY, Cowgirl, Mish and a few others including the feeling of her having two uncontrollable orgasmic shakes – great.
7am and my alarm rings loud – not easy to kick out such a beautiful naked girl that is cuddled up next to you – especially when she wants me to stay – so we compromise – another intense session to keep me for another 45 minutes, then I kick her out.
Day 5 – Wednesday 2nd July 2008
I’ve checked back into the Ramada. The concierge checks my room and I notice the mini bar is empty. I tell him to get it re-stocked, as I guess the previous occupant cleaned it out, and I don’t want to end up with an argument on check-out. I test the safe & it does not work…..call the operator who sends an engineer. He looks at the safe & tells me I need to call the Front Desk. Call front desk and they send me a security guy, but he needs the engineer again. :rolleyes: They cannot get the thing to work properly, so they have to change the whole safe.
I settle down and ponder where to go tonight. I think about making it a CIS night – perhaps Rockafellas.
I’m ready by 9.15pm and decide to try the new Royal Ramee Hotel next to Maktoum Bridge. I jump into a taxi and before the guy has chance to click the meter, he gets a job request and I have to get out otherwise he’ll get fined. I eventually find another taxi and its only a 10 minute ride to the place.
Walk into the lobby and there is not a soul in the Chinese restaurant in the lobby. They also have a steakhouse next to the reception, with a weird entrance – it is as if you are walking into the back store area. I see the sign for 3 other outlets on the mezzanine level. One is a Pakistani Restaurant (called Simply Karachi), there is an Indian restaurant which offers a daily buffet, then coverts into a DJ Disco at 11.30pm – “entrance fee is Dhs 75 for single guys” - says the Russian hostess - weird set-up – but gives an indicator that this is a late night CIS joint.
I walk the other side to the Sports Bar – huge place and pretty busy. Full of Indian / Pakistani nationals watching the India / Pakistan cricket match. I stayed for a beer, but without a band, no female company or eye-candy I did not stay for a second.
I sit in the lobby and rack my brains as to where to go. Its now 9.45pm and its too early for Rockafellas, too late for the Music Room or Jockeys. I notice an Indian guy enter the lobby with a fairly cute PI girl wearing a short skirt. He is walking briskly, straight ahead. As he approaches the far side of the reception, I notice the two concierge guys stand to attention. The larger one shouts out at the top of his voice – “Excuse me sir, you know you cannot bring these girls to your room – she must leave or I’ll call security”…… :o ….I guess they’re not GF then.
I am still pondering where to go. I end up thinking of Ratskys and think I’ll go for a beer or two – there’s no where else that really appeals. 10 minutes alter I am walking into the place, there is a guy paying an entrance fee, but I’m waved through. Inside and the place is about 20% full. 50%M / 50% F – mainly couples / groups. I walk to the far bar area and there are no girls there. I see one good looking girl sitting in the corner next to the first bar as you walk in.
I order a beer and the band start their moves. The place starts to fill up very nicely, and quite a number of PI girls clearly on the game arrive. The ratio must be about 60% M / 40% F. I move around the two bars, ordering a few more beers, but cannot really pick-out a girl I like. They’re all wearing jeans that make their hips / bottom look big and fairly bland tops – what is it with this nationality?
Time moves on and its Midnight. It’s a good busy place, with lots of PI girls available and smiling – but somehow nothing is giving me the urge to make a move. I have one more beer and make one last walk around. I see one I would jump at – but she is already occupied. A very good looker arrives in a nice dress, but she already has a date.
1am and I decide the only way I an going to get a shag tonight is by getting my arse down to the York.
1.15am and I’m in the place – no entrance fee. Must be about 50% full. I talk a walk around and am approached by a couple of Africans and a couple of PRC’s – but too quick for me. I see PRCAngi and she comes and chats to me. I’m hesitant as I know our last encounter did not really end well. I tell her I’m looking for my friend and she seems to get the real message.
I walk around to the pool tables, and don’t really see anything that strikes out. I’ve had quite a few beers now, and realize there’s no time for much “get to know you” chat. I am standing at one of the tables and PRCAngi sees me and comes over again. In my mind I decide to take her – she has a hot body and am not looking for much morning action given I have work anyway.
2am and we leave for some adult antics, which were thoroughly enjoyable once again – BBBJ, DATY, Cowgirl, Reverse cowgirl (which she really enjoyed watching herself in the mirror) and Mish. When she orgasmed her vagina muscles spasm'd so tight I thought my dick was going to get cut-off!! :eek:
Day 6 – Thursday 3rd July 2008
7am alarm sounds and I awoke to a more GFE PRCAngi than a few days ago – more cuddly – more playful – which sort of led to a more preferable (and more sweaty!) wake-up call than the usual alarm clock. Having sewn my seeds – quickly jumped in the shower and got dressed for work. PRCAngi was taking her time, and whilst I was trying to get dressed, kept trying to unbutton my shirt – when she got to unzip my trousers it was no good – round 2 ensued. :)
I eventually kicked her out at 8.45am, whilst trying to manage an increasing barrage of calls from the office as to my whereabouts, and the lame “bad traffic” excuse wearing thin by now.
Struggled through the day and somehow managed to stay awake until 6pm, when I arrived at the hotel and crashed out for a hour and a half. With it being a Thursday night – I want a better night than the previous week. My criteria and methods to select a girl does not work too well on such a night, and I have to resort to Plan B – I called PRCLisa and “booked” her for the night, she agreeing that she would wait for me at the Seaview.
9.30pm and I’m down at the Music Room again. Place is packed full (80% M / 20% F) and I find what must have been the only spot at the bar left. I see 6 or 7 girls with their “dates” for the night, including a couple of extremely nice looking PI girls with their bald sugar daddy’s (where do they find them?).
10pm I get a text from PRCLisa asking what time I will be at the Seaview, as she is already there. I tell her in 30 minutes or so (Not enough time for her to risk a ST, but long enough for me to have another relaxing beer).
The Rock Spiders finish their set and I leave to grab a taxi. Takes ages to find one - almost considered walking the 2 or 3km – but it’s just too humid. I get to the Seaview and I’m waved passed the doorman, escaping the entry charge. Inside the place is about 70% full (60% M / 40% F), 60 % PRC, 30% African, 10% CIS – did not see any PI girls at this point in time.
Walked around the place, but could not see PRCLisa – did she really risk a ST? – send an SMS (no point in calling as would not be able to hear a thing) and wait for an answer. The 3ft something waitresses are all concerned that I’m not in possession of a beer yet – I hold out for a few more minutes (I have no idea why I’m doing this! – is it for the attention?). I get a nudge in the back, and turn to find PRCLisa there – and she is looking good as usual.
I order drinks (to the applause of the waitresses) and eventually find a spot at a “reserved” table whose booker had not yet arrived. Band is playing and we enjoy the music and the occasional antics of one of the regular guys walking around the dance floor. Its now 11.30pm and the place is packed. Must be 70% M / 30% F and feels damm good to have a good looking girl’s arm around your waist.
At the table next to us are two guys with their “dates” – and good looking dates they are too. I seem to recognize the thinner one as a previous Jockeys regular who would appear to have graduated to Seaview rates (She always stood out in Jockeys as one of the better looking PRC’s – never had the pleasure myself though.) Lisa and this girl start to chat off and on and I give a nod to the guy she is with, but seems like he just stares through me – no skin off my nose anyway.
Two of Lisa’s flat mates pass by and say hello – I buy them a drink and let them chat together whilst I negotiate the journey to the bathroom. Place is heaving now, 80% M / 20% F and not many pickings left around the pool table area. I notice a few of the PI girls near the video machine – but not very good lookers. Finish up in the bathroom and notice an empty Cialis sachet on the sink – cannot help to wonder if any LE guy would brand this as “drugs” in a raid.
I negotiate myself back to Lisa and its now become too busy past enjoyment. I look at my watch and its 1am – so its back to my place for the next level of fun and entertainment. Takes us a while to find a taxi, which we have to get from the front side of the hotel on the main road.
Back in the room, the soft music is on and I get one of the best BBBJ’s of this series, culminating in an explosion in her mouth :D – wherein she must have swallowed the lot given there was no quick bathroom visit or spitting into tissues afterwards. A good meal DATY gave her first orgasm of the night and allowed my tool to re-fill before he was called into action again.
Not sure what time it was when the lights went out – but I sure slept good and deep.
Steve Dubai - Back with a bang
Welcome back Steve - first posts here in more than two years, and you're back with a bang (several bangs). Hard work, but someone's gotta do it. ;)
Keep it up!
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Arabesque and Arab girls.
[QUOTE=Capt Kirk] ... I went to St. George to try middle eastern flavor. It turns out the St. George is all CIS, with a good mix of Armenian and Persians. I tried a nice Russian girl who spent the night. She was real pretty but did not do BJ. The next night I went back to the St. George and tried a thick Uzbeki girl. She wasnt much to write home about.
A few nights later I sampled the Radisson in Deira. The bars had lots of Russians and Ukrainians. I noticed an arab looking girl. It turns out she was half arab (morocco) and half persian. She was wild, a real freak. A true professional, she was.
The next day, I went to St. George again and took back a very pretty Uzbeki girl. She was terrible. Very bad attitude. She was always arguing and wanted things like cigarettes, drinks, etc. Which leads me to say, that the St. George sucks. The place is a scam with the girls urging you to go the disco upstairs and basically stay and buy stuff at the bar. None of the girls from St. George gave BJ. I would recommend the bars at the Radisson instead.
But overall, I am impressed with the quality available and abundance in Dubai, despite the high prices.
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Well I was going to try St George soon for 'Arabesque' girls (yes, CIS, but most dye their hair black and wear Arabesque make-up to attract the locals and Saudis who frequent the place) - but I think I've changed my mind. What prices were they asking? Thanks for the report - useful info.
If you like Arab girls, there are some Lebanese and Moroccan hotties at places such as Boudoir Club Jumeira (a drop-dead georgous Morroccan was offering her services 2000 all night). Also some hot Lebanese girls at Ciros Pomodora Restaurant at Le Meridien Mina Seyahi. It's an Italian restaurant but transforms into a happening club around midnight. Food is great too!
Day 7 – Friday 4th July 2008
I was woken from a deep sleep by my phone ringing. A quick check of the clock – it’s 9.15am –who could this be on a Friday morning. Look at the phone – it’s the office – s**t there must be a problem. I do not answer it. Two minutes later the phone is ringing again. I ignore it. Third time it rings – :mad: okay it must be important so I answer it.
I go and sit on the chair at the working desk as I need to look at some file papers. As I am talking on the phone I look over at Lisa – she is sitting up looking at me – I stare at those firm breasts and perk nipples – perfect size. Lisa returns from the bathroom, stands behind me and puts her arms around my neck. Her perk nipples brush against my back and I loose concentration on the conversation for an instant and have to ask them to repeat the sentence again. Lisa must sense she is in control – she bends slowly up and down, those hard nipples rubbing my back. I can feel my tool tingling as it starts to get bigger. I have to concentrate on the conversation – and try to ignore what she is doing – but is almost impossible. Lisa moves in front of me – standing there naked like a Dom Mistress about to give out her punishment. :) I ask the guy on the phone to repeat the sentence again “signal went funny” I said. Lisa kneels down, strokes my tool and slowly puts her head down and takes it deep into her mouth. I let out the faintest of groans , trying to disguise it was some sort of cough to the guy on the phone. Suddenly I realize he has stopped talking – he is waiting for me to answer a question but I’ve no clue what he has asked – I said the signal keeps cutting out – he repeats the question, but Lisa’s bobbing head is difficult to ignore – I try to answer and the guy says he cannot understand me – I tell him I’ll call him back – I close the phone and within 15 seconds I’ve shot another load down Lisa’s throat – bl***y fantastic. :cool:
It was only my duty to then return the favor by having breakfast DATY – and what a feast it was – plenty of juices available. By the time she orgasmed my tool was ready for another shot. We collapse in a sweaty heap and I fall asleep again.
I’m awake again at 11am and I’ve errands to run. I drive Lisa to her place in Deira, and she’s clearly done a good job of ensuring I’m not up to any ideas on lunchtime action.
During the late afternoon I reflected on my first 10 days of this years bachelor life. PRC’s are my favorite playthings – the best GFE, best quantity (thus choice) and some good looking ones around. CIS on the other hand have fallen remarkably in terms of quantity and quality since last year – nothing registers on my radar – I need a visit to Rockafellas to get a better judgment. A huge increase in the number of PI girls available, especially at Ratskeys. My only surprise (for my taste anyway) is they are not as approachable as the PRC’s (you seem to have to go to them, rather like the CIS) and although numbers are up, quality is not there, for me anyway – perhaps I’ve seen too many good looking ones in the malls and elsewhere and my expectations are too high. :confused:
To night I need a different venue – and with a day off tomorrow (and the ability to sleep in late) it’s a toss up between Rockafellas or Premier. I feel premier is the better option, as I know if the CIS choice does not suit, you can find PRC girls available, unlike Rockafellas.
Premier action does not start until 11pm – so I decide to re-acquaint myself with Jockeys for an early pint. Arrive at the door, but with 3 or 4 Asian guys behind me, the security guy is not going to let me slide in without paying the entrance. Dhs 40 – but at least it includes a drink.
I get inside and I’m on the lookout for PRCShuShu. I take the long walk across the other side of the dance floor and back again before I find a comfortable spot – a total of 10 steps. As I wait for the waitress to pass by, a PRC girl latches onto me – I’m not sure if its PRCShuShu, but she talks to me as if she knows me – is it her or not? – I’m still not sure – until she asks that immortal question – “where you flom?” – then I know – its not her. We chat for a few minutes, but she’s only a 6 on my sober rating so it’s a no go here.
Another beer and a CIS girl is staring at me – I’m more into the younger age bracket that what she has to offer – but the staring is so intense – I ignore it as I’m sure more than a glance at her and she’ll be onto me like a shot. I notice a 2ft something PRC girl – nice dress / outfit she is wearing – but just too short for me. Another couple of PRC girls arrive, one in a flowery black sort of colored dress – pity about the face though – and another wearing jeans and a covered top with huge boobs – would rate her an 8. On a quieter day I would have maybe pursued this – but have to stick to the mission plan.
10.15pm and I leave – I’m feeling quite peckish – so walk up to MacDonald’s, a quick snack, then grab a taxi to the Hyatt Regency. Hardly any traffic, and only takes about 15 minutes and I’m there around the ice rink.
Pass security and greeted by the reception – “Dhs 95 please” :eek: – does that include a drink ? –“No drink Sir” – the bouncer next to her is smiling – so I ask him “If I don’t find anyone suitable do I get any refund?” – his smile gets bigger and he shakes his head “no”.
Inside and the place is about 40% full, would guess 60% F/ 40% M. Mix would be 70% CIS, 25% PRC, 5% African. I get a beer from the bar and walk around to the far side to survey the scene. I would rate the general quality of girls as 5-8. Noted a couple of cute PRC and a couple of good looking CIS babes.
Over the next hour, the place fills up to about 70% full, with the mix staying around the same 60/40 split. A couple of PRC’s approach, and whilst I was tempted with one of them – the “you want massage” question popped too quickly for my MO. I walk around the place a few times, another beer or two, then I spot one……a gorgeous PRC….a bit taller than your average PRC, but still below 1.75 (my height)…perfect figure….maybe C or D cups….would rate her a 10. She is talking to a guy so I wait. I try to give her some eye contact – but she is not looking in my direction.
There is a sudden “crash” sound close by – I look and see a waiter has “dropped” a tray of drinks and he gives words to a guy standing next to him – guess he was “nudged” off balance. A bouncer shows up but there’s no real tension brewing.
I turn back to my intended target and she’s gone…..s**t….I walk around the place but cannot see her. I get to the far end of the side bar and I’m given a nudge by a not bad PRC girl. I give a friendly nudge back and carry on to the bar for my next beer.
Beer in hand I decide out of gut instinct to chat to this girl….and I’m glad I did. Would rate her an 8, but what a great sense of humor. PRCScheuan (or something like that). Reasonable English, and we hit it off straight away, laughing and joking at almost anything - even got two yellow cards from the bouncer after “getting too close” by putting my arm around her waist. She enjoyed a few drinks, which I am sure loosened her up even more.
2am and its time to go. Usual security routine at the lobby and up to the room to enjoy yet again another great night of adult fun.
Great to read your posts as usual
Hi Steve,
Great to read your vacation exploits. As always absolutely fascinating read. Keep it up mate.
JSF
Raid on the 10 July on Regal and York
Has anyone else heared about the raid on the Regal and York on thursday the 10th. Been told that close to 200 ladies were sweeped up by the LE.
Take care
FC
Day 8 – Saturday 5th July 2008
i was again woken by my phone ringing – what is it these days? – can a man not get some peace and quiet on his day’s off? its 9.15am - i look at the phone and it’s the office again. answer the phone, but it’s a quick call.
i’m awake now – i look over at schuan – she’s still sleeping – in the sober light of day she still looks good – probably a 7. after freshening up in the bathroom, i return and schuan has woken up. she’s a real laughable playful thing and it wasn’t long before she had my tool in her hand :d – guess its time for action.
after another hearty breakfast daty, numerous positions and unloading that 10ml of fluid that drains you of so much energy – i slept.
11am and i’m fresh, showered and dressed. i bid farewell to schuan. 30 minutes later i realize i never took her number :( – damm as i would have liked to have kept her as a back-up – she really was good fun.
with more errands to run, there is no chance of any lunchtime action.
the evening performance schedule starts at little earlier than usual – 9pm. i’m determined to give rockafellas a try tonight, so i’ll stay in the vicinity. i end up in the music room, and it would seem they change the band performance timings, as it is the alternative band to rock spiders that play at 10pm, instead of 9.30.
i am sitting at the bar – the usual two prc girls and 2 african girls are discretely sitting at the back bar. i notice two pi girls at a table with a “sugar daddy”. they look ok from this distance – do i sense that one of them is looking at me ? – is she available? – never sure if there is a guy already there – the signals tell me she is available – although i’m maybe too sober and too cautious.
another beer and i notice a guy walk up to the table with the pi girls. he chats to one of the girls and she leaves and joins him on another table – damm – i’m not bold enough.
this gets my interest up with the pi girls and consider changing the plans and going to ratskeys. the thought of a long night in ratskeys deciding who to chase after makes me decide to stick to rockafellas and leave ratskeys to another day.
10.30pm and i walk up the road to the regal hotel. get to the doorman who relieves me of dhs75 entrance – no drink included :eek: – i commented to the guy “i hope this is as good as premier for this price”. up the stairs and into the place. it must have been about 70% full, 50/50 mix of m / f, and all cis girls, with the possibility of the odd moroccan i remembered from last year.
i walk around and try and get the attention of the waiter or waitress – they all seem to ignore my waves. i go up to one and ask for a beer – she tells me they only table serve – thanks – at least i save on the tip. finally get a beer and survey the girls. i would rate them generally 4 – 7’s, with the odd 8. the two girls i would rate an 8 are already chatting to guys.
a guy passes buy – dressed in baggy jeans, baggy top, headband and dark sunglasses – :rolleyes: how the hell he can see i’ve no idea – i’m struggling to see the girls faces clearly 5 yards away. the band are playing and the singers have terrible voices – completely out of tune.
another beer and things are not getting any better. there’s nothing that is appealing and quality is for sure down on last year. more guys have arrived and the mix is probably now 40% f / 60% m. having forked out dhs 75 entrance is a complete waste of money – and i decide to cut my losses and go to the york.
i get there, up the stairs, without paying any entrance and walk through the huge entrance doors. immediately bank left and walk briskly to the toilet. place is about 60% full, my guess is 70% f / 30% m, mostly prc. i find an empty spot at the bar and get a beer. i walk around to the smaller bar – i’m on the lookout for prcangi – but cannot see her anywhere. i go across to the pi corner, and see 4 or 5 girls – look too young and would rate them a 5 – so no go here.
a few prc girls try their luck – but their not up to scratch. an african girl comes up and asks “take me baby” – i say no thanks. she replies “why not – you don’t like me?” – “i don’t know you” i said, “then take me” she replies – “no thanks” – “why you not take me – you should take me” –“no thanks – i’m not interested” – “why you don’t like black girl?” – “i did not say that – i’m just not interested”. this continues until i loose my patience and tell her in her face “get the message – i’m not interested – got it – good” – and she walks away. does really such persistence get them business with other guys?
another couple of beers and i walk back to the pool table end, and a couple of not bad prc girls come at chat. they’re not bad – probably a 6 or 7 rating. i notice a cute prc arrive – she’s got bleached blond hair – but not one of your tall a-listers – seems more down to earth – more fun. she eventually comes up and starts conversation. not the usual pleasantries – more fun / joking – just my type. the bleached blond hair is a little striking for my taste – but it seems the beers goggles are able to compensate and in my mind i’m taking this one.
i buy her and her friend a drink and were having some good laughs. it’s now 1am and i call time as i’ve got work tomorrow. back to the hotel, and in the room – we’re getting all passionate undressing each other – a great bbbj, then i’m just going to daty when she gets up and says – shower – too much water – and jumps into the bathroom – now i’m thinking at this point that either she means she needs to [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord134][CodeWord134][/url] – or that i can expect a huge wet patch in the bed – i should not have worried – wet patch was no bigger than usual – but she sure liked it cowgirl bouncing hard and deep until……..
3am and i’m done
7am and without the beer goggles on, cat’s rating falls from 8 to 5, :eek: when it’s evident that the bleached blond hair disguises her claimed age of 24 to more like 38.
i’m not going to drink so much next time!!
Day 9 – Tuesday 8th July 2008
I get the news that my Bachelor days have to be shortened through a shifting of work pressures, :( resulting in having to take my vacation earlier. This only leaves two weekends left.
Although I’ve had two days rest from P4P, I’m pretty drained of energy and need to get a quick kip before tonight’s activities. I get a number of SMS’s from PRCLisa, but I want to play the field and try a new venue. Lisa asks if I am going to the Seaview tonight as she has no plan to go there unless I’m going – I keep my options open and tell her I won’t know until around 11pm – so if I feel the evening is not working out well, I can always call her out.
I want to try a new venue tonight, and I recall last year my abortive trip to the other side of the creek trying to find 49’rs at the Hawthorn Hotel, and remembered this place had potential.
9.30pm and I need to get to an ATM. I walk the short distance to the ATM at spinney’s, tap in the numbers and request Dhs 1000. The machine coughs up a Dhs1000 note. :eek: Now it’s not the first time this has happened to me and I’m going to have to draw out blocks of Dhs 900 each time now – imagine jumping in a taxi and handing him a Dhs 1000 note for a Dh7 journey – or asking the girl for Dhs300 change :p
9.45pm and I find a taxi at the front of the hotel and 20 minutes later we’re down Al Rigga Road. I know where I’m going this time, and I’m straight into the hotel lobby. I avoid the lift this time (after last years debacle) and walk up the stairs. They’ve changed one of the restaurants into a sports bar, so I put my head in – very brightly lit room – white painted walls and white floor tiles – almost need sunglasses. Very quiet, with about 5 people in the place – couple of pool tables and a few video machines, not really up to the usual standards – appears to have been put together quite cheaply.
Walk back and into 49’rs. Place is quite big, bar on the left, band stage at the far end with a restaurant / dining area on the right that opens up later in the evening. There is a total of 2 people in the place – a couple having a bar snack on one of the barrels - I’m the third. Normally I would do an about turn and walkout – but I’m thirsty so I’ll stay for a beer.
There is a what looks like a Sri-Lankan news channel on the TV – I ask the waitress what time the band starts and she tells me it’s their day off. :( I get my beer placed in front of me, then in walk two CIS girls. One looks quite cute, and would rate her an 8. She gets herself a glass of wine, and goes to play one of the video machines. Another 3 guys arrive.
It’s now 10.30pm. What to do? The presence of some girls suggest this place does get action – just not sure when and how much – obviously this is a bum night to feel any atmosphere. I can feel myself having to call Lisa soon.
I get another beer and in walk another 4 CIS girls – would rate them 3-6. My beer finishes at 10.50 and I’m done with this place tonight – I will return on another night as this place does have potential.
Jump in a taxi and give Lisa a call to tell her I‘m going to the Seaview. 15 minutes later I’m walking up the stairs – no entrance fee paid.
Inside and the place is about 30% full – would say 70% F / 30% M. Most of the guys are congregating around the pool table, with mainly the girls in the main area. The band is not playing and I wonder if it is their night off as well. I’m not that bothered knowing that Lisa is on the way. I don’t recognize many of the faces of the girls – mainly PRC & a few African and would generally rate them 4 – 8’s. A couple of tall bleached blondes and a couple of the PI girls in attendance.
Easy to get a table, and the waitress knows my poison now. With only about 5 guys in the main area all the eyes stare at any fresh meat walking into the place. To my surprise, an African girl was quickest out of the blocks and got very upset and angry when I told her I’m not interested – what is it with these African’s?
I was not approached by any PRC – and I guess word was out that Lisa was on her way. On a side note about the PRCIA, when I was with PRCSchuan a few nights ago at the Premier, her friend told her she had seen me in the York and had taken a short PRC girl (PRCAngi) twice – incredible memories these girls have.
I get another beer and an arm appears around my waist – I turn around and…..wow... :) ….it’s Lisa - she’s wearing a black sort of dress outfit …..stunning…..a fantastic change from jeans any day!
The band start playing and enjoyed their songs for half an hour or so. The place never really got any busier and at 12.30, and with work in the morning - it was time to go.
Back at the hotel, another fantastic night of adult fun, until 2.30 when the lights went out. I’m really into Lisa and she’ll probably be my Thursday night/Friday plaything – unless anything better comes up Wednesday night.
