Day 21 – Thursday 24th July 2008
Lisa2 wakes me up as I forgot to set the alarm clock – she won’t let me look at a clock until we’ve had sex…..so reluctantly and against all my better judgment, I give in to her demands. ;)
I discover it’s 8.20am, so dive into the shower, whilst Lisa2 gets dressed. I return and as I am just opening the door for her to leave, I realize I have not put any money in her pocket…I tell her to wait whilst I go and fumble through my jeans for my wallet. As I look up I see she is out of the room closing the door, waving at me. I recall the previous night’s conversation that she likes me and wants to be my BF, and does not want me to pay…….so she must have knowingly left without wanting any money – she even saw me holding & opening my wallet. :confused:
The evening rolls up and arrange to meet Tubby at the Music Room. I get there about 9pm, with Tubs already there, clearly having a head start to the nights alcohol consumption. It must have been about 40% full at this time of night. A couple of PI girls arrive and sit at the table next to us – but it’s too early and I’m not wearing the beer goggles yet.
We decide that the Seaview would be the main venue of the night. I had arranged with Lisa2 to meet us there, with one of her rooms mates for Tubs should he find nothing else. Almaty was also joining us (home many is needed for a round table quorum?) and had called PRCYaya to be his “date” for the night.
Tubs and I leave the Seaview at 9.30, as we wanted to get a reasonable place before it got too busy, however struggle to find a taxi. Almaty comes to the rescue at the right time and gets us all to the Seaview just before 10pm.
Inside and the place was about 30% full. Most tables were either already occupied or “reserved” – but we sort of claim “squatters rights” to one part of a table. It was probably 80% F / 20% M at this stage – with one or two nice looking damsels.
I text Lisa2 and she’s struggling to find taxi. Tubs’ starts his interviews with a couple of PRC’s next to us. It’s now 11pm – the place is now pretty busy – would say 80% full, with a ratio of 50%M / 50% F. PRCForgot2 sees me and comes over, throwing her arms around my waist. She wants to be with me tonight – but I’m already booked. I pass her over to Tubs’ for his opinion but somehow they could not conclude a deal. I see PRCAlice and we exchange smiles.
Almaty’s girl arrives, and has to go and get her passed the doorman (either the PRC quota for the night has been reached or there is some sort of time limit for the WG’s to get in unaccompanied). Just as he gets his girl, Lisa2 arrives and I’m also heading downstairs to get her in also. I’m a little anxious of PRCYaya & Lisa2 being in the same group and at the same table together - let’s hope nothing untoward happens.
Tubs cannot be found – with reports of him the other side of the room still interviewing candidates. Lisa2’s friend arrives and I go downstairs again to get the girl in. Lisa2 has had her first drink and is starting to loosen up, and I know she’ll want me on the dance floor, however the band is playing so I get a bit more time yet.
Almaty’s “date” falls apart over a dispute about pay rates, and without any arbitration body there will be no reconciliation, so both parties go there separate ways. A number of PI girls arrive, one or two of which would have been of interest had I not have Lisa2 gyrating her backside into my erect tool. :D
More drinks and Tubs’ offers a one night employment contract to Lisa2’s friend, although rumors abound that the clause on pay rates were omitted in the first draft. Another round of drinks, and Lisa2 has me on the dance floor – where does she get the energy?
Around 1am and Almaty cannot find a suitable candidate, so leaves for another venue. This place is full now – not heaving – and a good ratio for a Thursday night – probably 60% M / 40% F – and some good lookers available – overall a damm good night. 2am rolls around and I feel its time to move onto an alternative type of dancing before I get too pissed.
5 minute taxi drive, through security and we’re in the room, were the sex with this girl continues to be good enough to stop me from moving to other pastures. 3.30am and we’re both hungry – order some room service. After taking on board the additional nourishment gave another spurt of energy leading to another steamy and sweaty round of sex. :cool:
Day 22 – Friday 25th July 2008
Another morning and another bout of sex – god I’m going to miss this :( – not sure I can wait another 11 months. It’s 10.30am and I get a message from the wife to call her. I come up with some bull about me driving so I’ll call later – I just don’t want to kick out Lisa2 so quickly.
Whilst she takes a shower, I discreetly put some money in her bag to cover the last two nights. 12 noon and she’s ready to leave. She opens her bag to get out her sunglasses and notices the money I put inside. She says “what’s this?” and takes it out of the bag and puts it on the table. :confused: She gets upset and her eyes start to fill up. She does not want to feel that she’s in the P4P game and likes my company – but I know she needs the money more than me so I tell her it’s better she takes it and enjoys her time – that way she helps herself on both fronts.
She leaves, and I head off on some errands, but somehow I have a heavy heart.
Late afternoon and I get a call from Tub’s, exchanging the previous nights activities at the club and his learning curve of negotiating the details of an employment contract. We plan to meet later at Jockeys then sample Ratskeys for a while. Almaty calls and tells me he has two of his PI contacts joining him tonight and wanted to hook up with us.
9pm and I’m walking down the road towards Jockeys. I get a call from Lisa2 and confirm I’ll meet her later in York. I get to jockeys, through the door and the place is packed – would guess 60% F / 40% M – 40% PRC / 40% CIS / 20% African – and some good PRC lookers too. Could not see Tubs anywhere – a call to establish his whereabouts results in waking him up from an early evening nap :rolleyes: – he apologizes and will have to re-schedule.
So what to do now? As I was leaving the Panorama I get another call from a part-time mongering buddy, and as he is only 5 minutes away, agree to have a beer with him in Jockeys. I call Almaty and tell him of the change in plans – and somehow regret agreeing to a beer with this old pal than joining Almaty, even if it was only to check out his PI talent – ah well.
Into Jockeys and within 0.2 sec a PRC has latched onto me. I somehow manage to break free and find a spot at a ledge and order a beer. Another PRC comes over – nice body – looses marks when she fails the “real tits” test. (How many times have you taken a girl only to discover when the wrapping comes off those perceived C cups have dwindled to A cups?). :eek: My mate arrives and that seems to stir up more waves of attack from the PRC contingent – maybe word is out I’m firmly in the PRC camp now so their chances are far better than the average.
10.15pm and the place starts to thin out a little, so decide rather than another beer I would head off to the York to meet up with Lisa2. I arrive at the lobby and whilst I am cooling off from the walk, Lisa2 walks into the lobby, with her room mate who I have not seen before – and she is one good looking lady. They walk with me to the security guy and start to fumble in their bags to get their entrance money out, but I know they guy, shake is hand – chat to him for a second and he waves us all through without paying – Lisa2 & her mate are somewhat shocked as they have always had to pay before.
Inside and its about 60% full – would guess 60% PRC / 30% African / 10% CIS. We find a spot at a table and drinks are ordered. A number of Lisa2’s friends pass by to chat and after the first drink Lisa2 starts to loosen up. There is one particular bouncer who seems to give Lisa2 a hard time – something I have noticed on previous visits. On this occasion Lisa2 is gently swaying her body to the music and the bouncer comes up and stares at her in her face pointing a finger 2cm away from her nose. I interject and ask what is the problem – he says dancing only on the dance floor. I’m tempted to make a bigger scene, but I know it will only give Lisa2 a harder time when she is next alone. I mention to Lisa2 my observation and she explains to me that when she first came to the York this bouncer tried it on with her and wanted to take her without paying in return for “protection” and since she refused he has been on her case. :mad: I’ve never really liked this place and it goes further down in my ratings hearing this.
It’s now 1am and Lisa eventually gets me on the dance floor to the amusement of the onlookers. Lisa2’s hot room mate passes by just as I’m ordering drinks and offer her one – she’s also a whiskey drinker (this is the 3rd girl over the last week I’ve met who drink whiskey & coke) - pity Lisa2 is not into 3-somes.
2am and the drink has now obliterated the brain in my head, so the brain in my tool takes over and we’re off to the hotel.
Up to security, and he knows Lisa2 now, so no need to get the passport copy, and we’re up to the room for another excellent session. Boy her deep throat action is fantastic to the point I could not hold on and shot a load down her throat – not even a twinge / cough or dive to the bathroom were noted.
3.30am and I’m ordering room service again for sustenance before we get into round 2.
Charlie Parrots Bar, Oasis Beach Hotel at Dubai Marina
I took Wildcat and a few friends to check out Charlie Parrots last night. Great bar with tropical theme. Drinks a little expensive, but food was good and inexpensive. A few tables of gorgeous single young women and a few mixed groups. They have a live duo most nights, but not last night (Sunday). Around 10:30 there were a few PRC WGs in cocktail-party dresses, sitting quietly at the bar looking around for targets. One was very tall with long bleached-blonde hair. Not bad. By midnight many girls were dancing together, but hardly any guys there. Looks like a good place to try for non-WGs, with the back-up plan of a WG or three just in case. But more importantly, it has a pool table!
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[QUOTE=Steve Dubai]She leaves, and I head off on some errands, but somehow I have a heavy heart.[/QUOTE]Uh oh! Steve's falling in love again. Steve - is this the same girl you fell in love with by the end of last year's bachelor days?
Monday night - Regal, York and Majestic Hotels, Filipinas and GS
Wildcat dropped me at Regal Hotel to play pool, telling me with a knowing smile to *only* play pool and to behave myself (of course!)
[b]York Internet bar[/b]
After briefly checking Regal I went across to York, sat in the downstairs bar to check emails and friendster messages (plenty of PRC and Africans in the bar, no entry fee, and free internet). Some guy named Jason didn't log off his friendster account on the terminal, so his account opened up on the screen, showing me messages from his Filipina GFs. Lucky I'm a good guy - for a bit of fun, I was tempted to write to some of his Filipina GFs and pretend to be him, but I just logged him off instead).
[b]friendster Filipinas[/b]
I've rekindled relationships with two of the Filipinas that I was 'dating' a few months ago before Wildcat found the SMS's (I'm forgiven). This time I essentially messaged the girls and said "No dating - how about we just meet for intimate times in return for my generosity and good company". ;) One of them (a 24 y.o hairdresser in Deira who shares a bedroom with 15 others (!) has agreed to meet me in a hotel tomorrow. She's keen for a sugardaddy, and has promised to keep me happy. The other one (a 27 y.o tall model-like secretary) said let's talk about it when she gets back from vacation. Wildcat will be going overseas for several months soon, so this is may be good timing. But I digress ...
[b]GS arrives[/b]
While checking emails etc in the downstairs York bar, GroinStrain called and said he was outside Regal, so he came to the York bar and we had a drink and a few laughs at our war-stories. Good to finally meet him.
[b]York Club[/b]
We went upstairs to the York Club around 930pm, where things were getting busy. Some nice new faces and bods. :) Around 10pm GS's Ethiopian GF called him, and he left to pick her up across the other side of town.
Over the next few hours I walked between York, Regal and Majestic hotels a few times, playing pool and chatting with girls at each place. It was warm outside but not too humid, so it was easy-walking.
[b]Regal entry fee![/b]
When I entered Regal earlier in the night around 830pm, they let me in for free, but when I left at 9pm to check elswhere, I could see the Regal doormen were asking 100AED entry (no drink included), including for westerners. So I asked one of the doormen for a re-entry stamp as I was leaving. He just looked at me and asked why I want a stamp. I told him I'm a stamp-collector. He didn't get the joke, and told me if I come in later I will have to pay. He wouldn't budge, so I bullshitted about knowing the manager (I don't know him at all - Regal has new managers now) and the bastard called my bluff and got on the phone to the manager.
The manager came down in one minute, looked at me and said he doesn't know me. He was bit stressed and on the phone at the time, so I took advantage of this and intrerrupted him, telling him "Just ask your guy here to give me a stamp, and I'll be back soon". He said "okay okay - give him the stamp". The big doorman said "but ... but .." then followed orders and stamped my wrist with a begrudging smile. (I entered Regal three times last night, proudly showing the same big doorman the stamp with a big grin. He asked me how many times I was going to use the stamp, and I said - maybe six more times - the night is young!" and he whacked me on the shoulder with a laugh. He's a cool guy, just following orders.
[b]Lying on the floor of Regal Club with a screaming girl on top of me[/b]
Late in the night I accidentally became the victim of a girl-fight at Regal near the pool tables. Out of the blue, one of them was thrown against me by the other, and I landed flat-out on my back on the ground, with a girl lying on top of me writhing around, and the other girl trying to beat her. Importantly, my half-glass of Jack and ginger-ale was still in my hand, but on the floor, and somehow I managed not to spill a drop. Four big security guys came over and carried the attacker outside screaming and struggling.
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More to tell of a crazy night until 3:00am closing time, including my interviews with WGs about the visa situation, police cars in various places at closing time, hot girls, etc. But it's late and this report is too long already. More later.
First Time In The York...Nostalgic Moments
[QUOTE=Piper1][b]Lying on the floor of Regal Club with a screaming girl on top of me[/b]
Late in the night I accidentally became the victim of a girl-fight at Regal near the pool tables. Out of the blue, one of them was thrown against me by the other, and I landed flat-out on my back on the ground, with a girl lying on top of me writhing around, and the other girl trying to beat her. Importantly, my half-glass of Jack and ginger-ale was still in my hand, but on the floor, and somehow I managed not to spill a drop. Four big security guys came over and carried the attacker outside screaming and struggling.
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already. More later.[/QUOTE]
Damn you took me back....
First time in the York one Ugandan was extremely keen on taking me. I just wasn’t feeling her all that much. She saw me talking to a Chinese and she ran her away. Seen one Djiboutian that fit my taste. She then confronted her. I told her to chill a couple of times but she was just not having it. Only thing was unlike the Chinese the Djiboutian refused to be scared off and just like that WGs girls fighting over a “possible” fucking trick. In them days all this P4P shit and Dubai was new to me….