2009 Bachelor Days - Fourth Series - Day 9 & 10 – Tuesday 7th & Wednesday 8th July
Day 9
Day Off!!
Day 10
I manage to get all finished up from work at 5pm. I have to pass by Emirates Mall and notice they are busy installing the new car park payment machines and barriers. :( I make it down SZR in 25 minutes – what a change a year makes (would take me 45 minutes in those heydays!)
I’m all ready for action around 10pm and I decide to head off down to Ratskey’s at the Ramada, Deira to check this place out, given some recent conflicting reports. Groover (from another forum) sends me a text, but he is not interested to cross over the creek. Taxi journey takes 20 minutes due to the idiot diversions around the road works.
Get to Ratskeys, and I’m greeted and ushered through the door. Inside and the place is about 10% full. I get a stool at the bar and listen to the hopeless band dishing out songs I’ve never heard of or cannot even come close to tapping my feet. :( There are 3 PI girls sitting at a table, but nothing striking. Two of the waitresses are quite hot and spend the next 20 minutes flirting with them.
A few more people arrive. It’s 11pm. I decide to stay for another beer, based on my reading a report that “the flood gates seemed to open” after 11pm. Another 30 minutes and there’s only a trickle of about 10 more guys, so I pack up to make the journey back across the creek.
I send an SMS to Groover that all’s not well and I’m heading down to the York, but I get no reply. Arrive at the York at 11.50pm and I’m up the stairs. Place is about 70% full, would guess 50/50 M/F ratio, usual mix PRC / African / CIS and a few Fili’s.
I get a beer and I bump into PRCForgot. We chat for a few minutes and she knows that I’m playing the field, but still gives me a bit of a jealous jab when I confirm I won’t be taking her. I buy her a drink though as she is a nice girl.
I walk round, and get grabbed and pinched by the you know who’s. I should have a stick to smack hands when this happens. I pass by 6 PI girls – one looks do-able – but my beer goggles are not thick enough yet. I walk back to the pool tables – still nothing. Another beer and decide to dive into the PI girl I saw. Walk down to the dance floor area and start to chat to one of them. As I chat I get an SMS from Groover to say he’ll be at the York in 5 minutes.
Groover arrives and I leave the PI girls to catch up with Groover around the pool table area. Great guy he is too, and we chat and generally eye up the girls, which suddenly have improved tremendously, and start to suspect Groover brought a bus-load with him.
I’ve lost track of the time, but I know it’s late. In the back of my mind I have to decide and call one of the 5 or 6 girls that are checking us out. Groover has an interest in a Vietnamese girl, and whilst he is chatting to her I call over the lucky girl who’ll hopefully be putting more than her Bacardi breezer in her mouth. I’ll call her PRCJaiJai
I realise it’s around 2am now, and with work tomorrow, I bid my farewell to Groover and head back to the Hotel with my chosen one.
Into the hotel and I get a memorable and satisfying session, including a precious BBBJ!! :D
Friday night "lights out"
Hey Vector and Cokes,
Sorry I didn't get your message until after I left for the evening. Maybe tonight if you are still interested!!
Went to Rattler, and there were a lot of 5-6, with a couple of 7's or so. Nothing really "stunning". Chatted with Nikita, a K'Stan er that is only been here 2 weeks. Tall, slender, pretty average face, but well put together. We get to the biz part and agree on a reasonable fee for her company, but when I tell her I am in Sharjah, she balks and tells me it is too dangerous. I haven't had a problem bringing back ladies to my hotel here, but she is clearly not comfortable with the idea. By this time, I am now officially a little miffed. See a couple of other possibles, but again about 3 steps to late to initiate conversation. I walk outside to decide on a course of action when I get an email from the Philly 3 nights earlier. She is at Ratskeys and wants to know if I am coming tonight.
I decide it sounds like a good idea and head over. Enter and the place is packed as usual. Get a few offers as I make my way to where I think she is waiting and no luck.....I keep looking a feel like an idiot wandering around, I figure she scored another client and sms a "where" are you? Long story short is she had a few drinks and left before I got there, and so I spent more than an hour looking and passed up a couple of cuties in the process. I finally figure out that she is gone and now it is late.
I go back and see a slender gal in a cute sun dress. She finally comes over and said ," I tried to talk to you earlier, but you were not interested". I explain that I was "occupied" at the time looking for a friend. We strike a deal and when she asks where I am staying, says ,"it is too far....". Well twice in one night, she says she has a room and we strike an arrangement for a ST at her place. Head out to the taxi when I notice that our group is now 4, another girl and a guy. I assume it is her manager, but as it turns out it is her roommate and another client. I don't ask any questions in the taxi, but she can tell I am not comfortable not knowing the "plan". We arrive at her place, and well let's just say it was eye opening. Had she not been a pretty "classy" gal, I would have left immediately. When she said she had a room, I expected her own bedroom, maybe with a roommate. What I found was a single room with 4 sets of bunk beds, occupied by another couple and some male friends. She is obviously in tune with my discomfort, and tells the other guys to leave for a while. They don't seem offended and make a hasty exit. I ask her what the plan is as quietly as I can and she tells me that there will be three couples in the room doing the same thing, and not to worry. Now, I have to tell you my "weird " meter was going off scale, but to the girls (one working, the other couple were civilians) it was all laughs and giggles. They were making jokes about me being to tall for the beds and we switched to one without a top bunk, pulled sheets across for "visual privacy" and the next thing I know the only sounds are the music in the back ground and an occasion giggle or moan when someone hit "the sweet spot". To be honest I wasn't sure I could finish in the this setting, but she was getting into it big time. As it turns out we shared some stories about clubs in Hong Kong and Shanghai, as she had worked both places. She is now a part timer and only works on her days off from the "civilian job". Next thing I know she is doing an admirable job of a BBBJ and is well lubed, a big surprise. It was close quarters in a single bed, but I found myself oddly turned on by the "ambiance" almost like being back in college with a coed you couldn't resist.
Three positions and a DATY later we both are finished. I am not sure which couple finished first, but it was obvious all were done. To my amazment, no one made any effort to get up or get rid of us. In fact a conversation went on for more than 45 mins, and another roommate came in with another client and took the remaining bunk.
I really enjoyed her company and told her I wished we had more private surroundings, at that time one of the girls pulled the curtain back and asked if we needed another condom for round 2.....I really think she wanted to join the fun. I declined on "time terms", and my girl told me that her friend really liked "western white guys", because they had "big boys" and could last a while when in the saddle......something to remember for later.
She dressed and walked me outside to get a taxi, when one the guys we had kicked out asked where I was going, I told him and he said the two of them would take me.......I have to admit I hesitated, but everyone involved with this group seemed nice and that this was just business as usual. I figured it was a way for these guys to make a few AED since they didn't have the same "assets" as the girls.
In retrospect, I have to admit I enjoyed meeting the girl and while the sex was "restrained' it was interesting. I am not sure if a repeat is in the cards, with the girls yes.......the setting not so sure?
All the stuff you're not supposed to do
Managed to just miss the other guys by the looks of it!
Started with dinner downstairs at the music room with some great music as background though surprisingly very quiet for a Friday night. Thought I'd try Ratskey-Karama since not been there before. First mistake of the night. Don't go from a great live band to a lousy one, it was like karaoke night in Romford. Admittedly there were lots of LBFMs (thanks for introducing me to that term, had to look it up on urban dictionary but spectacularly politically incorrect so love it) but my musical sensibilities were suffering too much so forced down my 50 AED beer before the end of the second mutilated song and got in a cab to Seaview.
At least, I tried. Taxi driver got down the road a bit and then said he didnt know where it was. Got cross, got out, refused to pay and got in another one. Second mistake - check the taxi driver knows were to go before getting in. Dubai 101 I know, but forgot.
Cherry and the band at Seaview dependably awesome but strangely the PRC girls in there were not looking good, so decided a change of scene called for and went to Rockafellas.
Had clearly forgotten the rule I made up earlier - the band were not only playing badly, they were playing s**t music badly. And I nearly got trampled by a complete heifer just inside the door. I'm not slim, and she was a lot bigger me, I guess she deserves some points for being optimistic but I'd rate her as weighing the same as at least 5 of the Ratskey-Karama LBFMs??
Generally unimpressed by the CIS surliness decided to cut losses and go back to Music Room for the band and a meeting with a bottle of Jack. There were, no kidding, only five girls in MR but Mr Daniels worked his magic so was feeling lively again by the time the band signed off at 2:30 time. Decided in my whiskey enhanced wisdom that what I really needed was a shawarma and had spotted the shawarma guy in the lobby at Regal Plaza so walked back down there.
Remembered on the walk down some recent advice given here on the forum that you should (i) leave well before closing time (ii) not talk to girls on the street (iii) not get frisky in taxis.
Had the shawarma (excellent by the way) and wandered out just as the place was closing.
Outside were a bunch of guys, clearly arab/emirati, dressed in western clothes but with the close cut hair that comes with normally wearing a guthra and neat little beards which suggested they were perhaps more conservative than some of their compatriots - you know where I'm going...
Naturally, I was quickly distracted by a short white dress barely covering a fairly pretty (6 - 6.5) tall slim brunette with big cans. A brief conversation, agreed 500 AED LT, and I'm into a taxi and breaking all three of the above - really not sensible at all. Brought back to my senses by a disapproving look from the taxi driver, I remember the advice and think how dumb it was to do that in front of a bunch of guys even I'd worked out were maybe LE. Behave for the rest of the 5 min journey. Majestic staff wave us in and down to business as soon as were in the room.
Turns out she's Uzbek, completely drunk, but very horny. Panties off to reveal the most enormous pair of pussy lips I've ever seen, flapping around like a pair of loose spinnakers, but gave them a quick suck and she went wild and returned with a very enthusiastic bbbj, followed by her on top, sideways, doggy, legs behind her ears, you name it. Finished after about 90 minutes and decided I did actually need some sleep so kicked her out. I'm with Charlie Sheen "I don’t pay them to have sex with me. I pay them to leave afterwards."
Notwithstanding the fact that I seemed to get away with it, damned stupid stuff to do. Mentioned it to a friend earlier today who actually knows someone who was shopped to the police by a taxi driver for getting frisky. Jailed for a week, lost his job, and kicked out of the country. It's not just a press rumour, be careful out there.
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2009 Bachelor Days - Fourth Series - Day 11 – Thursday 9th July
I am woken by the 7.30am alarm – no time for morning action as I have an 8.30am meeting. PRCJaiJai looses 2 rating points without the beer goggles (she being rather older than first thought) and I kick her out of the room.
Work was extremely busy today, and did not get finished until 7.30pm. Down to the hotel for an hours kip. Whilst I’m getting ready I start to think where to go on the mad Thursday night. I still have not found a girl I am compelled to make a date with. I notice in my mobile the number of PRCAnne whom I remember from December was a great package – but still I’m driven to play the field.
I decide that Ratskeys, Karama would be the benefactor of my hard earned cash tonight, with York being the trusted back-up. I touch base with Groinstrain and Groover to see if our paths would cross, but not tonight.
10.30pm and I jump into a taxi down to Ratskeys. Arrive and there’s a commotion at the door, as some drunken guy wants to get in without paying the Dhs 60 entrance. Thanks to Dubai’s racial equality customs, I get in without paying. :D Inside and the place is about 70% full – would guess 60% M / 40%F. I walk around to the back bar and get a beer. I notice 4 or 5 potential targets and just sort of hang out to watch things for a while.
I am getting smiles and waves from some of the girls, and narrow my target down to 2 girls. Two African girls take up squatters rights at the bar, which makes me rather uncomfortable so I move away. I call over my girl and we start chatting. I would rate her a 9. She has a friend with her who comes across. We are chatting for about 3 minutes when her friend gets chatting to 2 older guys. She calls the girl I am with and she leaves me to be with these guys. This irritates me somewhat, as I would have paid well. In the UK they call this “gazumping”. I know her friend has convinced her that its better they both get fixed up rather than one by one, and I’m tempted to whisper to her “I’ll pay you double what he is paying you” – just to [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] off the other guy and her friend – but there’s plenty of other fish in the sea – or so I thought.
It’s not long before another girl is chatting to me and the question of “how much?” arises. I ask for guidance – she opens with Dhs 1,000 and pay in bar. I say no way and counter with Dhs 600, pay at the Hotel, thinking we’ll settle at Dhs 800. There are two things here. She’s not the best looking one of the pack (but then their pricing is the same for each girl), so my mind is not prepared to pay more. The other is the Thursday night surcharge, which had not factored into my thinking.
As I let her know of the Dhs 600, she asks me how long I want her to stay – I say until 10am. She discusses with her friend, they count on their fingers and then turn their backs to me. :confused: A minute passes by and I lean over to ask “so it’s no then?” and she nods.
Her loss……I would have gone for Dhs 800
Time is moving on, the place is now packed – ratio has fallen to 90% M / 10% F. I move over to another girl I was looking at earlier and we start chatting, She holds my hand and waist and things are looking great. I notice the previous girl who rejected me talk to my new potential – then she disappears!! – seems like word has spread that I’m a cheap b*****d and avoid at all costs.
I try and chat to another girl, but I get the same cold shoulder – not even the ability to discuss an increased offer. :mad: My god these PI girls really do have a weird thinking. As I’ve effectively been banished I move down toward the other bar. Place is packed with guys – I counted 4 girls. Another two at the bar dancing – I order a beer and one starts talking to me, but they are completely drunk – red eyes, slurred words – this is trouble!!
I eject from this place and get down to the York. Its 1.20am now and I’m hoping I can get something reasonable.
15 minutes later I am up the stairs. Place is about 70% full – would say 50/50 M/F. Walk around and many African girls available (even at this late hour on a Thursday). Not too much choice, but come across a PRC girl who seems to suit – would rate her an 8. I am pretty drunk by now and get her a drink. I’ll call her PRCWan.
We get on well and by 2.30am she says lets go. Back to the hotel and she wants money upfront. I say no, but then sort of think I am drunk, and she’s probably been tricked before, so I say I’ll take it out of my wallet and leave it on the TV. She’s ok with that. She’s rather horny and wants to know if I have any dirty movie. She strips off – and the pace is a little too fast for me – so try to slow it down.
We get into some positions, and she likes the filthy talk, which seems to get her extremely wet. We’ve been going at it for a while and into Cowgirl she seems to suddenly orgasm as she sort of stands up, and just trembles for a minute – strange way of finishing!
I’m not finished, so we get back into some action, until I eventually spill my load. At this point she must have got herself close to another climax as she finished herself off by masturbating.
