2009 Bachelor Days - Fourth Series - Day 5 – Friday 3rd July
I am woken by PRCSasho at 6.30am. I am groggy and she is fully dressed. I ask what is wrong, and she reminds me I have to work at 7.30. “I meant I need to get up at 7.30 for work”…..ahhh…velly solly..velly solly. :(
Well I’m awake now, and there’s an hour to pass before I need to take a shower…what should we do??...:D....She stares at me blankly, and then the penny drops, and leans over to give me a very nice DFK, which leads into a reasonable morning session. I am coaxing her for a BJ, but she’s still resisting. I guess it’s going to take another encounter or two with this girl to get this achieved.
8am and I kick her out of the room, Dhs800 better off and head back home for the WebCam session with the family. I spend the rest of the morning writing up these reports, and whilst I do enjoy this, not sure I’ll continue having the time to post daily.
By lunchtime I am at a loss as to what to do, and feel horny, so decide to see how TGIT is shaping up these days. I get into the parking at 2.40pm, and am waved inside without having to pay. The place is about 30% full and rather depressing compared to 2 years ago when it used to get packed. Someone should teach these guys economics of an entrance charge that must have driven away a huge spend on the drinks.
The available girls I would rate 3 / 4’s – very sad to see. The only interesting point was of 4 PI girls available, although not of a standard I was remotely tempted with. I had one beer and left.
Back to the hotel and I decided to call Totsie to get one of her girls. Explained my needs, and wanted someone different to PIAya she provided the other day. There was some hesitation, and then told me she would call the girl and tell her to come to me.
5 minutes later I get a missed call from PIAya, followed by another missed call from an unknown number that I guess was the girl Totsie was arranging. Girl answers to say she is just leaving City Centre. 20 minutes later she calls again to say she has just got in a taxi. Another 20 minutes and a call to say she has arrived. Another after 2 minutes to say she is getting in the lift…..hmmmm.
There’s a knock at the door and when I open I am faced with probably the shortest plumpest extremely nervous looking girl I have seen. :eek: I invite her in and call Totsie to tell her this is not what I asked for, so send her back.
I am starting to ponder whether to visit Jockeys / York or maybe Rockafellas tonight when I get an SMS from Groinstrain and we arrange to meet for a beer at the Music Room.
Just after 9pm I’m heading down to the Music Room and bump into Groinstrain outside and we learn that it’s a Latin night again – Dhs 40 entrance, no drink. As we were just wanting a beer and too early for the fending off of unwanted advances, Jockeys did not suit, so we made the short walk to the Old Vic.
Inside and there are a few nice eye-candy girls on dates. The band stop playing there tunes to be replaced with a riveting game of Bingo!!!! :rolleyes:
Time moves quicker than I realise and before I know it its 11.30pm and I’m half drunk already. Groinstrain has a pre-arranged date and I feel the need to try out York, so I bid my farewell and make the short walk down the road.
I get to the lobby and am waiting for a text message, when the security guy tells me I cannot stand….”what will I do then…sit on the floor?”….he tells me to sit in the coffee shop. I notice a security guy outside the elevators strictly asking everyone for their room card before allowing them through.
I finish with the messages and walk to the club. I offer to shake the doorman’s hand, but he is not smiling and tells me to pay Dhs 60. I look at him quizzingly, but he is in no obvious good mood, so pull my offer of a handshake away. I reluctantly pay, includes a drink.
Get upstairs and the place is fairly busy – my guess 60 / 70% full. Walk around and am not too impressed with the available quality of girls. I notice a few I would rate an 8 / 9. I stand at the bar near the pool tables and get a beer, and within 2 seconds I can sense 6 or 7 PRC threats of attack.
I notice a very hot PRC girl, very slim huge boobs, would rate her a 9. She looks across and her friend comes over to try her luck. My targeted PRC girl stands away, and whilst I’m not that interested in her friend, I don’t want to tell her I’m not interested and they get the impression am a non-player, so I try and get her engaged in the conversation. It works and she starts to chat, but comes across very business like, not GFE.
She tells me she knows me, but I cannot place her. Her name is Kat, then realise it was two years ago when she had blond hair, and clearly remember waking up the next morning to realise that once the make-up and wrapping was off she was more like a 40 year old, than 25 year old.
Having established this, I moved on, and walked around the room. Finding a girl to my taste was not going to be easy here. I spotted what looked like a cute PI girl wearing a nice dress, but when I tried to catch up, could not locate her.
I moved around to the pool table area again and a PRC girl tickles my side….”remember me” she says….”nope…sorry”. She reminds me I have taken her each year for the last two years. I remember, as now she has wavy hair, not straight as before and always forget her name. I call her PRCForgot. I would rate her a 7, which I recall falls to a 6 in the morning. Its 1am, and remember enjoying the bedroom antics with her, so decide she’ll be my partner tonight. She has a 3 year residence, own apartment and ID card – so she’s well established here.
Back to the Hotel and am not disappointed. When I come out from the shower she is kneeling on the bed wearing her scarf provocatively around her waist. Her boobs are C cups and firm (natural), and proceed to enjoy the best sex since my bachelorhood started, and a great BBBJ. :D
Summer Freedom Day 7- Friday 3rd July 2009
Thankfully the dog was OK and had not pissed on the floor. Thought it would be a good idea to get some sleep so got my head down only to be rudely interrupted by Fili Miss H who must have called at least 3 times during the course of the day. would have left the phone on silent but never know when the missus might call.
Late afternoon sent SMS to stevedubai and arranged to meet that evening for a beer. As he explained in his post we were both stood outside the music room, phones in hand, his phone was busy so I wasn't sure if the guy in front of me was him. Anyone stood watching must have wondered WTF was going on. Good chat in the Old Vic despite the bloody bingo It reminds me of my mothers social club back home!
Was tempted to head to York with SD but Miss Ethiopia was on her way. We went straight to Seaview and walked in no charge. Quite busy and no where to sit but the waitress made some space for us in PRC bar area. This pissed off the PRC girls and the daggers were being thrown in the direction of Miss Ethiopia's back. The place seemed to have it's fair contingent of dickheads in attendance; one of whom, whilst practising his arabic dancing, gained immense pleasure in knocking into as many people as possible. Next the shortest guy in the place appeared to start some sort of altercation near the toilets and was promptly ejected.
Usual PRC contingent, couple of africans, Filis and CIS. Same faces as usual. Got approached by a PRC when Miss E was in the toilets and explained I was with someone. I had taken the girls number previously as although not stunning there is something about her. Unfortunately can't remember her name and didn't have time to ask. May take a trip up there later in the week if I get the chance.
Left after a few beers as still too busy and no seats. Mr Shortarse was still outside remonstrating with the bouncers. Headed over to Deira to a new african nightclub. Will try and remember name of hotel as club was quite good. So smoky though that my eyes are still stinging days later. Back to hotel for same same sex. Known her too long it's getting monotonous now. Wished now I had made my excuses for the night and headed to York with SD.
Checked out at 3PM on Saturday and asked the young lady on the desk if I could get upgraded to a Executive deluxe room next time for the same rate and she agreed.
2009 Bachelor Days - Fourth Series - Day 6 – Saturday 4th July
i wake up to visit the bathroom. the sun is shining through the side of the curtain, prcforgot is still sleeping. i glance at the watch and see the time is 9.10am. i see a “reminder” pop up on my blackberry and open it – oh s**t – i’ve arranged for painters at the house at 10am. i should have arranged it later in the day…..sometimes i’m too organised!!
i wake up prcforgot, get her dressed and i’m out the door. arrive at home and while the painters are working i get the last 2 days reports typed up. in the afternoon i make my way down to bur dubai and decide to go round a few pharmacies to see if i can locate some more avanti. one pharmacy, then another …. no luck. i spot a small place one across the road, might as well check it out. my luck is in – two packs. :d i ask the lady to check her stores and supplier – but that’s all she has.
spend the next hour & half driving around bur dubai and karama – nothing. get into one pharmacy next to palm beach hotel and having explained i have allergy to latex, the guy tries to sell me the durex extra sensitive as in his words “they have sprayed it with a new chemical that will stop the allergy.” :rolleyes:
the evening rolls around and i’ve set my mind on rockafellas tonight to see what’s happening in the cis market. i’m up and ready by 9.30pm. not eaten so a quick walk across to mcdonalds. finish pretty briskly and not sure what to do, as a little early to be getting into rockafellas.
i decode to walk down to imperial suites and see the state of play there for myself, given some recent conflicting reports. as i approach, i put my head in bordertown next door – about 20 people, 5 or 6 girls – nothing figures on my radar to make me stay for a drink.
10.15pm and into the main bar and the doorman asks for dhs60 entrance before i could get my handshake to him. i pay as i’m determined to check it out; at least it includes a drink. the 1st bar on the left has about 5 people in it and its all dark. round the corner and inside the main bar – probably about 30 people – 80% f / 20% m – feels like only 20% full. of the girls 80% are of african looks, 10% prc, with a couple of cis and a couple of indian.
now given this mix, this is certainly not my place at all. stand at the bar and get my beer. i am approached by an african lady who asks me “would you like to talk” – i say “no thanks – i’m just having a quick drink”. “why you don’t want to talk to me – don’t you like me” spiel starts. it’s so incredible and predictable how each differing nationality will talk their talk.
i notice a quite cute prc arrive in a nice dress and stockings/tights. the african lady is still standing next to me, huffing and puffing – she says “i find it so rude that you don’t talk to me, just turning your ahead away looking at other girls”…. “i did not ask you to come next to me, and am not asking you to stay – would be good if you went away”
the band start, not the best that i’ve heard or seen before. i let them finish attempting to play a couple of songs, and with the african girl still huffing and puffing next to me i finish up and leave.
i walk down to the regal – another dhs 75 entrance – no drink!!. as i am waiting to pay there’s a couple of girls of western european looks / accent in front of me. they offer to pay the entrance, but get told it’s free. the next guy asks them what drink they want (girls are free in and get a free drink). the girl says “no - i don’t want to pay for drinks now – i’ll pay for them inside” – the guy says “but the drink is free” – she turns to her mate and says “can you believe this, free entrance and free drink” and i’m thinking, ok girls you’re in for one hell of a shock when you get upstairs. ;)
i climb the stairs and i’m inside. place is about 40% full, maybe 60% f / 40% m. i get a beer from the main bar, and then walk over to the small bar next to the pool tables. would rate the girls around 6 / 7’s, with some 1’s and 2’s of a different generation if that’s your thing. :eek: one cis girl comes across and talks – she tells me “you’re so sexy, can i be with you tonight” which certainly doesn’t do it for me.
the place starts to fill up and i spot 3 potential targets. all three are wearing very nice skirt / tops and look hot. i watch for about 15 minutes or so. two of them get shelved when one orders a red bull and the other orders water. i move over closer to my remaining target, but she loses facial recognition points upon closer inspection. i get a tap on my arm, turn around and a lady what must be my mothers age asks me where i’m from. i’m initially thinking she must be one of the madam’s, as she is asking what type of girl i am looking for. i explain, and she replies, “so that’s not really me then is it….when you get your beer goggles come and see me” – at least she knows her level.
it’s now 1.30am and what to do. should i bail and go to the york? i spot another hot looking girl, and move closer. she is rejecting offer after offer, and i feel i’m in a queue with 15 others guys before me, so i eject from the area. another beer and i’m now pissed. i’m now just looking for anything reasonable to avoid sleeping alone. i get chatting to one girl – but her rating falls from 6 to 2 when she talks and her face seems to change shape.
i move to another table and suddenly i’m next to a girl who looks reasonable. wearing a nice dress, good english, slim and what looks like b/c cups we start chatting. we’re getting on well, i order her a drink and she wants to dance, so we’re up onto the dance floor. we’ll call her cislauda
it’s now 2.30am and i start to think about getting out of here. i ask how much, she tells me to make an offer. i offer dhs 800, she accepts….dammm should have started at dhs600.
back at the hotel, she gives her passport copy at reception and we’re kissing in the lift up to the room.
inside and the phone is ringing – i answer and its reception telling me the girl’s passport has expired. i look at the copy and it did in march. what to do. i tell reception i call back. cislauda is now nervous as to what will happen, and i’m not really sure myself. 15 minutes passes and its obvious reception are not really going to do anything, so it’s back to the original agenda.
she’s a great kisser and horny as hell. she stops to ask for money upfront – i refuse – but she says at least half on the table. i say ok, and leave dhs 500 note on the counter. some nice foreplay before slowly peeling off her dress. she bucks hard as i go daty and returns the pleasure with a nice bbbj. a good number of positions finishing with her sitting cowgirl.
a quick clean-up, glanced at the watch and its 4.40am, and fell asleep.
Summer Freedom Day 9 -Sunday 5th July 2009
Good rest on Saturday night and took it easy. Another call from Fili Miss H in the evening and decided I would see her again on Sunday evening. She had mentioned on Thursday night that she has a place available for ST dates so I thought I would take up this option for a change as I didn't want another night in a hotel especially not midweek.
Another call from her Sunday morning and changed my mind and decided to book a hotel for the night. Called Majestic and agreed Dhs 300 for night including upgrade.
Executive deluxe much better than standard. Bit embarrassing when after collecting Miss H took her back to the room but couldn't get the card to open the door. I was still trying when another guy appears behind me and states it is his room I am trying to break into. Checked on the lobby phone and I was on the wrong floor. Simple mistake to make, at least it was the right hotel I was in!!
It was early and I wanted to go and eat but she had other ideas. :-) Stripped off and there is not an ounce of fat on the girl, including the boobs :-( don't remember her being that flat chested. Her pussy also felt less tight than the time before but I put that down to the excessive natural lubrication caused by my extensive DATY skills :-) Another great session culminating in a CON (not sure if correct abbreviation but N for neck if not). Getting closer to the CIM each time.
Rudely interrupted by a close friend of mine calling on the phone. No sooner had I hung up than another number of foreign origin came through. Rushed into the bathroom and it was the missus wonering why I wasn't answering the home phone. Took a bit of explaining but she seemed to believe me :?-) She is still talking to me today which is a good sign.
Came out from the room and went to music room for a bite to eat and sat in dining area so didn't really get a chance to look around. Even if I did manage to take a look at someone I was then rudely pinched in the chest by Miss H who was becoming more jealous and protective by the minute. The warning signs were there already. Spotted some big CIS monsters the biggest of whom, on closer inspection, looked like a guy in drag.
Miss H was telling me some of the horror stories about her business and how she has fallen out with her manager as she doesn't go with enough men to pay off her debt. She will not go with arab men and even goes to the length of rubbing onion on her neck and face so she smells bad and they are put off! She may be fly back to Phillipines on Tue which is a coincidence as SD's Fili girl from last week is also back the same day.
Couple of beers later and we leave for another session which started in the rather ample showers in the deluxe rooms. Culminated in some hard shagging but no finish as I couldn't come whatever she did. Alternated between BBBJ and various positions but just couldn't finish. Gave up after an hour saying that we would resume in the morning. :-). Not sure if it is my age or the beer or cialis causing this problem! Maybe a mixture of all 3.
Woke around 6.00 am as I was supposed to be at work at 7.30. An even better session ensued with the bite marks on my arm hopefully wearing off by the end of the week. Finished with a half CIM/COF rapidly followed by a quick mouth decontamination trip to the bathroom for her. Noises weren't as bad as the PEC throat clearing/ retching episodes that usually follow BBBJ/CIM.
Jumped in the shower while Miss H remained in bed then gave her her gift and sent her on her way. Arrived at work a little late at 10.00.
Whilst buying a coffee in the morning checked my cash and realised there was Dhs 500 missing. I trusted Miss H and didn't bother to lock the wallet in the safe. I'm a pissed off now as to how trusting and gullible I was and am really disappointed that she could do such a thing. From 5 calls a day the last 2 days there has been none since she left this morning so I guess her guilty conscience has kicked in. A bit of a sad way to end things because I really liked her but unfortunately I will not go out of my way to see her again. I hope she does fly back Tuesday now as that will make things easier if I venture over to Ratsky's again.
