Get ready to be a 4 week bachelor...
So like everyone else in Dubai my family are getting ready to disappear for their summer break leaving me alone for four long weeks, and unlike last summer I put plans and actions in place a number of weeks ago that included and have resulted in:
Action = Dropping a few subtle hints with a couple of cuties checkout girls at my local shops.
Result = 4 numbers and promise.
Action = strategic posts on Tagged, Expatriates and Friendster.
Result = a very full messenger address book including one filipina maid who puts on an amazing cam show every evening for me, lots of numbers and 3 confirmed dates where I have clearly stated the date will finish back at mine.
Action = Sent messages to all in my secret address book to confirm availability and readiness.
Result = all but three still here and ready.
Action = Chatted up several girls at my local gym.
Result = working on it but sure I will get one result.
Action = get ready
Result = I am ready
Good hunting everyone
2009 Bachelor Days - Fourth Series - Day 3 – Wednesday 1st July
I wake around 8.30 to discover PIMalou snoring. The movement of visiting the bathroom seems to have woken her up. I sense she is not a morning person, but she seems to know her morning duty – it does not take much to get my little friend up to attention and we’re thrusting away again.
I am starting to enjoy her tight pussy and we move into cowgirl, when after a couple of minutes it dawns on PIMalou that she’s forgotten her lines and she suddenly starts the “Oh yeah baby – Oh shit” statements. I move her over into doggy, to try and stuff her face in the pillow and stop the incessant theatrics – but she has strong vocal cords and the words are only sort of muffled a little, so I finish up to avoid further loss of mood.
Chatting for a few minutes and PIMalou tells me she is leaving back to the Philippines on Tuesday – which is fine by me as I now won’t feel any hesitation in returning to Ratskeys. She gets dressed, we exchange numbers and I put Dhs 600 in her pocket, which she seemed happy with.
The evening rolls around and I’ve taken the decision to visit Premier tonight, as I fancy a well dressed looker, with both PRC and CIS available.
10pm and I’m ready to go. I consider going to Jockeys, but am put off by the prospect of paying the entrance given I only want a beer or two, so decide to go to the Music Room first.
I get inside and the place is about 40% full. I get my spot at the back table/ledge and order a beer. I notice the same 2 CIS tanks, a couple of PRC and 3 PI girls available. One of the PI girls seems rather cute. Probably 3ft something, cute face and smile – if it was late in the night I would have probably made a move, but I stick to the plan.
Rock Spiders play some 80’s music, which I found myself tapping away to. They finish their set and I drink up to make my way to the Premier.
Taxi journey was smooth and quick for a change and I arrive at the Hyatt Regency 15 minutes. I get through security and the lady at the cash desk asks for Dhs 125….is that inclusive of a lady I ask….but seems she has no sense of humour…at least the security guy smiled…but I guess they’ve heard it before.
I get inside and the place is about 40% full. Probably 70% F / 30% M. Of the girls would say 70% CIS, 20% PRC and the rest African. Make my way to the main bar and order a Heineken. No bottles, only cans. That doesn’t work for me so I change to a Stella.
Walk around to the far side of the place, and walk past 4 PRC girls, one of which looks very hot, but I don’t give any attention as I want to scan the room and talent available first before being attacked.
Within 2 minutes of me standing a hot PRC girl latches onto me. She’s wearing a very nice dress, good looking, and what looks like D cups – would rate her a 10. She’s got a good sense of humour, excellent English and it’s not long before we’re laughing. We’ll call her PRCShea. I was initially a little hesitant given I am choosing so quick for my MO, but I know it will be hard to find a better suitor for my taste.
Order some drinks and she’s into G&T. We move around and stand near the main bar, and we are getting on very well. The subject of the fee comes up and she says up to me. I need clarity as the girls in this place are known to have high expectations, so I ask what she is looking for. She quotes Dhs 1,500, which I laugh off, and settle for Dhs 800 / Dhs 1000 depending on how much I enjoy the night. The place starts to fill up, and I lose track of time. On a visit to the bathroom I don’t really pay much attention to the other available ladies, which is rather strange for me.
I return and a couple of CIS dragons have pitched up next to us. PRCShea leaves to the bathroom, and more CIS tanks start to push there way into my space. I stand my ground and give them a hard stare – I tell them to stop the pushing and one of them responds “don’t speak English”. PRCShea comes back and says lets move – but I’m stubborn as I was comfortable where I was. There are now 8 CIS ladies – all I would rate 3’s. They push me again :mad: and I give a hard shove back, which causes them to knock over the table and drinks. One of the ladies now has red wine over her trousers. :D
PRCShea is trying to pull me away, as the ladies are now looking and start shouting at me. I respond “but you said you don’t understand English ….so I gave you back what you gave me in a language you should understand”. The bouncer has come across to see what the commotion is all about, and rather than get further caught up in a scene, I let PRCShea lead me away to another part of the club.
PRCShea’s wit and beauty quickly calms me down and it’s only a few minutes before my mood is on a high again. Time moves on, PRCShea is obviously fairly drunk from the 2 G&T’s, so I call “time to go”
Jump in a taxi and tell him “Ramada, Bur Dubai”. 10 minutes later we arrive, pay him and jump out. I am walking through the main reception door when it dawns on me I’m at the wrong hotel. :o So it’s about turn and into another taxi.
Finally get into the room at the Majestic, and we’re DFK. I unwrap the packaging and those potential D’s are the real deal – a bit floppy and saggy for my taste – but I’m not that put off. We go at it like we’ve not had sex for months, and whilst her pussy was not as tight as I would have liked (tends to be the way with the bigger breasted girls), lots of slurping noises from her pussy as she climaxed. She was up for most positions. BJ was on the menu, although covered, and she was openly inviting a backside entry, but not really my thing so I passed.
Left a huge wet patch on the bed which she had to get a towel to cover when we slept at around 3am.
2009 Bachelor Days - Fourth Series - Day 4 – Thursday 2nd July
PRCShea’s alarm goes off at 7.30am. She’s here on a residence visa and has a daytime job. She goes to the bathroom and I wonder if there is any morning action on offer.
She returns from the bathroom with a big grin ;) and briskly gets a condom from the drawer places it on my attentive tool and gives me a BJ. This leads to a very nice long session resulting in both of us falling asleep again.
PRCShea wakes me up in a panic – it’s 9.30am and she’s late – her work starts at 9am. She gets dressed and boy she does look hot in that dress – I tempt her again for another quickie, but she does not want to lose this job. I put Dhs 1000 in her pocket and she leaves.
During the day I ponder as to where to go tonight, given the usual Thursday night madness. I have not taken any girl that inspires me to book her for the night, so I’m going to take my chances and look for someone on spec.
I decide the best place for this is Seaview, as I like the band and past track record of pulling a girl that suits my taste. I am tempted to get there early, around 9.30, but my self imposed MO means it’s not possible, I’ll have to wait until around 11pm.
The wife calls and is so happy its Friday tomorrow, and tells me she’d love to get on the WebCam in the morning, as I have no work. :eek: This is one of my fears this year, and means I’ll have to get up at 7.30am to get home for a reasonable time. :mad:
I crash out early evening for an hour and am ready for action by 9pm. I go to open the safe to get some cash out, but the thing won’t open. Call the reception and a guy comes up, but he needs the manual over-ride key. Security arrives and they fiddle, bang and wallop the thing for about 15 minutes, but they cannot open it. I start to panic now, as I can just envisage the safe having to be taken away, with my house keys, ATM, valet parking ticket and credit cards inside.
An engineer arrives and they start to dismantle the safe, screw by screw. 30 minutes later they have opened it, I get my things and they put it back together. They diagnose the problem nothing more than dud batteries, put a new set in and its working fine now.
10pm and I wander down to the Music Room for a beer. Inside and the place is already packed. A few CIS T54’s available, around 12 PI girls and a few PRC. Clearly more girls being allowed in than last year. I take up my usual spot at the back ledge, the manager greets me and a beer is swiftly delivered.
There is a group of around 8 PI girls on one table, one or two of which have caught my eye as potential targets. Rock Spiders are kicking out some reasonable rock tunes, although gone are the tasty girl singers of last year, replaced by girls a few points lower on the rating scale.
I then feel a gentle tap on the back of my arm, look around and….omg….its PRCShea. She is looking good. She tells me she came with her friend who had a “date” with a guy, both of whom are now gazing into each others eyes, leaving her to decide whether to stay for potential business. She is not too impressed with potential clients, as apparently the talk in the PRC world is that clients are low spenders here – she prefers the higher spend less volume approach – and her looks means she will have no problem with that.
For some reason I am not attracted enough to stay with her – maybe the combination of her high rate and no BBBJ (something I may regret later) so I let her know I’m only her for a quick drink. I buy her a drink and notice that a number of the PI girls are looking my way – and like to believe that they are thinking of a missed opportunity which I hope will benefit me another day.
The band finish their set, I finish my beer and bid my farewell to PRCShea. Jump into a taxi and down to the Seaview.
Arrive at the entrance and walk straight past the security guy without paying. Inside and the place is packed – usual mixture of PRC, PI, CIS and a few African’s. I find a spot near a table and get a beer. I scan round and observe that most of the girls I would rate around 6 / 7’s. A couple of PRC’s make a bid, but they don’t get accepted. PRCSasho taps me on my arm, and she’s looking good. We chat, but I’m not motivated to take her, so I don’t hold her hand or waist and she seems to get the message, so she discreetly moves away.
I get talking to a couple of guys on one table, bantering with some of the girls. Time is moving on ….1am already….and I can sense there is no second wave of girls as I’ve experienced in the past. Choices are starting to fall. I notice a couple of PI girls and move around to their area, but when I get there, they’ve gone!
I walk around to the far side but nothing of quality is catching my eye. I get my mind into a “take anything that is reasonable” mode, when I see PRCSasho again. I ponder for a minute or two while I get another beer, then call her over….there’s nothing better here tonight.
It’s now 1.30am. I don’t want to be out on the street later than this, so finish my beer and off we go. Back to the hotel and it’s a more passionate session than the 1st encounter, but the absence of a BJ means I don’t get the best of satisfactions once the job is done.
Time flies and we are seeing Steve summer reports again
Time flies and we are seeing Steve summer reports series again; I came across his reports about a year ago. I am not from this part but do drop in as I enjoy the camaraderie this thread seems to have, and of course to keep in touch in case I get the opportunity to be in the area some time in the future.
Thanks for the FR, Steve
Have a good one.
XN
[QUOTE=Steve Dubai]PRCShea’s alarm goes off at 7.30am. She’s here on a residence visa and has a daytime job. She goes to the bathroom and I wonder if there is any morning action on offer.
She returns from the bathroom with a big grin ;) and briskly gets a condom from the drawer places it on my attentive tool and gives me a BJ. This leads to a very nice long session resulting in both of us falling asleep again.
PRCShea wakes me up in a panic – it’s 9.30am and she’s late – her work starts at 9am. She gets dressed and boy she does look hot in that dress – I tempt her again for another quickie, but she does not want to lose this job. I put Dhs 1000 in her pocket and she leaves.
During the day I ponder as to where to go tonight, given the usual Thursday night madness. I have not taken any girl that inspires me to book her for the night, so I’m going to take my chances and look for someone on spec.
I decide the best place for this is Seaview, as I like the band and past track record of pulling a girl that suits my taste. I am tempted to get there early, around 9.30, but my self imposed MO means it’s not possible, I’ll have to wait until around 11pm.
The wife calls and is so happy its Friday tomorrow, and tells me she’d love to get on the WebCam in the morning, as I have no work. :eek: This is one of my fears this year, and means I’ll have to get up at 7.30am to get home for a reasonable time. :mad:
I crash out early evening for an hour and am ready for action by 9pm. I go to open the safe to get some cash out, but the thing won’t open. Call the reception and a guy comes up, but he needs the manual over-ride key. Security arrives and they fiddle, bang and wallop the thing for about 15 minutes, but they cannot open it. I start to panic now, as I can just envisage the safe having to be taken away, with my house keys, ATM, valet parking ticket and credit cards inside.
An engineer arrives and they start to dismantle the safe, screw by screw. 30 minutes later they have opened it, I get my things and they put it back together. They diagnose the problem nothing more than dud batteries, put a new set in and its working fine now.
10pm and I wander down to the Music Room for a beer. Inside and the place is already packed. A few CIS T54’s available, around 12 PI girls and a few PRC. Clearly more girls being allowed in than last year. I take up my usual spot at the back ledge, the manager greets me and a beer is swiftly delivered.
There is a group of around 8 PI girls on one table, one or two of which have caught my eye as potential targets. Rock Spiders are kicking out some reasonable rock tunes, although gone are the tasty girl singers of last year, replaced by girls a few points lower on the rating scale.
I then feel a gentle tap on the back of my arm, look around and….omg….its PRCShea. She is looking good. She tells me she came with her friend who had a “date” with a guy, both of whom are now gazing into each others eyes, leaving her to decide whether to stay for potential business. She is not too impressed with potential clients, as apparently the talk in the PRC world is that clients are low spenders here – she prefers the higher spend less volume approach – and her looks means she will have no problem with that.
For some reason I am not attracted enough to stay with her – maybe the combination of her high rate and no BBBJ (something I may regret later) so I let her know I’m only her for a quick drink. I buy her a drink and notice that a number of the PI girls are looking my way – and like to believe that they are thinking of a missed opportunity which I hope will benefit me another day.
The band finish their set, I finish my beer and bid my farewell to PRCShea. Jump into a taxi and down to the Seaview.
Arrive at the entrance and walk straight past the security guy without paying. Inside and the place is packed – usual mixture of PRC, PI, CIS and a few African’s. I find a spot near a table and get a beer. I scan round and observe that most of the girls I would rate around 6 / 7’s. A couple of PRC’s make a bid, but they don’t get accepted. PRCSasho taps me on my arm, and she’s looking good. We chat, but I’m not motivated to take her, so I don’t hold her hand or waist and she seems to get the message, so she discreetly moves away.
I get talking to a couple of guys on one table, bantering with some of the girls. Time is moving on ….1am already….and I can sense there is no second wave of girls as I’ve experienced in the past. Choices are starting to fall. I notice a couple of PI girls and move around to their area, but when I get there, they’ve gone!
I walk around to the far side but nothing of quality is catching my eye. I get my mind into a “take anything that is reasonable” mode, when I see PRCSasho again. I ponder for a minute or two while I get another beer, then call her over….there’s nothing better here tonight.
It’s now 1.30am. I don’t want to be out on the street later than this, so finish my beer and off we go. Back to the hotel and it’s a more passionate session than the 1st encounter, but the absence of a BJ means I don’t get the best of satisfactions once the job is done.[/QUOTE]
