Umm Sequim / Jumeriah AMP
[QUOTE=Steve Dubai]Good report DF. I would encourage everyone to post reports, even though you may feel the content has already been said before. Main reason is that things change.
Steve[/QUOTE]Thanks Steve,
You're right. Just like DF, I haven't contributed to the forum in a long long time because I just thought that everything that I could say had already been said. But you've made me realize that any information is valuable information. So here's an overview of my last adventure.
I recevied a txt from the Al Quoz AMP (Lucy) stating that they were in a new location. New price for the house 120AED.
So I called and got the new location (Umm Sequim/Jumeriah area) and went over to see what I could find.
The new location is on a main busy road which made me a little uncomfortable. At least the old location was tucked away in a side street in Al Quoz.
Rang the bell and had to wait a few minutes while what seemed like 100 cars passed by. Same scruffy guy answered and let me in.
It was about 11am and there were about 12 eagerly awaiting girls lined up for me to choose.
Chose Anne (lovely firm perky tits) and was led to the bedroom.
The old place had nicer cleaner rooms, they've definitely dropped in quality.
Anyway. Service was good from Anne. Enjoyed the hour.
Paid 120AED for the hour to the house (used to be 100AED) and 200 for Anne.
Satisfied my need but I'm just not comfortable with waiting outside for the gate to open on a very busy street.
Hope this was helpful.
Bachelor Days – Day 8 – Monday 28th June
Fresh after 2 days of abstinence, and despite another depressing day at work, following a depressing night watching England (is it really true that after 3 hours of football, Robert Green is still England’s joint leading goal scorer? :o) I am all fired up for action again.
So where to go? I’ll keep Seaview to later in the week and plump for another night at Ratskey’s, being encouraged from my last visit.
9.30pm and I’m shaved, nose hair removed, dressed, clean underwear and ready for action. I plan to get to Ratskey’s just after 10, as I will be able to see the troops arriving, and making any quick move before PIChristina starts any clingy attachments. I think about popping into Jockeys, but I really only want a quick beer, so go to the Music Room instead. Inside and there must have been only 15 people in. There are 2 PRC and 1 CIS girls hovering at the back bar. I move to a table and order a beer.
I get chatting to the waitress, commenting that its quiet compared to last year, and she tells me they are to close just before Ramadan for renovation. From what I can make out, the Music room will disappear in its current format and they are splitting the room into two parts. She seemed not to know any more than that. They have also now ditched the band from 10pm and are now showing the football instead.
10pm and I leave and jump into a taxi to Karama. 10 minutes later I am walking through the door of Ratskeys, shaking the hand of the doorman. Inside and the place is about 20% full, mainly of what seems civilian groups, only one or two WG’s. Band is playing. There are quite a few guys around the tables at the back bar, preparing them selves for the Brazil game that is on one of the TV’s.
I get beer and move around a few places and cannot really settle on a spot. I want to avoid the back bar, as I guess this is where Christina’s office stool is, so perch against one of the columns where I can see the TV, see the band and also inspect the troops as they march past to their post. :p
After around 30 minutes the place starts to fill up with lots of Fili girls, a good number of very cute ones, and dressed nicely as well. A group of about 6 claim a table opposite me. Some of them move onto the dance floor. I have my eye on two of them. One wearing a nice short denim skirt, another a black dress. They return and the looks and glances my way start. I start to focus my smiles and winks at the girl with the denim skirt, when one of the less attractive ones comes up and says hi.
A bubbly girl with good sense of humor, and I have her in stitches after telling her a corny joke. I notice from this the targeted cute one is now looking at us, and I feel (and hope for my own ego!) she must be thinking why is she not getting approached, being the obvious cuter one of the group.
More girls arrive - my head starts to spin and lose track of the number of potential targets. I am getting smiles and inviting looks from all directions as the new troops arrive. The girls go to the dance floor, and want me to join them, but I stay. I see PIChristina arrive and take up her office stool with her 3 friends. She is immediately approached by a 6ft something what looks like US Army guy and buys her a drink.
The girls return from their dancing and the cute one has now moved closer to me. She taps me on my shoulder and asks if I’m interested ion her friend. I said not really, not my type (this being a 3’0” slim girl with –A cups). I start to chat with her and she seems to get relaxed laughing. After a couple of minutes she seems to lose interest and turns away – strange. :confused:
I look over at the bar and Christina is looking at me. I stay put and think about fresher pastures to sew my seeds in, after all the sex last time with Christina was nothing special, despite her good looks. I look around and notice the place is now pretty full. There are loads of guys watching the football at the back bar area – I can just sense that as soon as the game is over, most of them will be pulling a girl with them for a quick shag.
I notice Christina get off her stool, and my god she looks good wearing those hot pants. The guy she was with has gone. I look around at the other girls. The cute one I was chatting to seems a lost cause now, and others I look at don’t really beat Christina in the looks department (IMHO). So rather than explore unchartered territory, I move over to Christina and decide in my mind I’ll take her again and see if as per legend, PI sex improves on a second date.
She is of course happy to see me, and with her soft GFE, I confirm another temporary employment contract. The football finishes, and as anticipated, a good number of the guys leave taking a girl, and the place thins out a little.
A couple of drinks (she’s into Corona) and she drags me onto the dance floor. It’s now 1am so I call time.
Back at the hotel, reception recognizes the girl has been before, so no need to show again the ID, and straight through (worryingly convenient!). Into the room and Christina is more relaxed, not rushing things. We make out on the sofa, and not long before all the clothes are off, she straggles me cowgirl style and I almost enter her BB – time for the shower to cool down.
Reasonably good BJ in the shower, then back to the bed. She loves the DATY (as the neighbors’ found out) and after a number of positions, lets it out she enjoys doggy the best, which is where we both finish.
3.30 and I want to sleep. I give her the option to leave knowing I’m up at 7am and she prefers to go home as she likes to sleep until afternoon.
Another great night and great sex. I just hope I can keep this up :D
Bachelor Days – Day 9 – Tuesday 29th June
I get to the Majestic around 7pm. I am not feeling that tired, but put my head down anyway, as even if I get ½ hour kip, it will keep me from flagging during the day.
9pm and I wake up. I think about the destination for tonight. Maybe Jockey’s for a beer? – Somehow it does not ring the bells. Regal? – Well CIS is just not rocking my boat at the moment, just too much hard work and little time. York? Hmmm I settle for the York.
I get showered, dressed and I’m walking out of the lift into the lobby at 9.45pm. I’ll pop into the Music room for a quick beer. If Jockeys did not have a cover charge, or at least the cover charge was the same as a beer, then I would have popped in there.
The music room was its usual grim look, :( with only a dozen people inside. Same 2 PRC’s at the back bar. I walk over to the bar to order a drink and watch the band play. 10pm the band finishes their set and pack up, as the projector screen comes down to show the football. I ponder over memories of my activities so far, and still in the back of my mind the need to find a different venue, as York for me is really only a fall back option. I then recall the visit to Jules, and how uninspiring it was, but then why not give it another short, as I read a fair number of good references over the past months.
So Jules it is.
I finish my beer and jump into a taxi and tell him Meridien Hotel Airport. I am occupied by typing some messages to PIChristina and PRCSandy. When I look up I find we are driving past Karama – WTF? I ask him where he is going, he tells me “Meridien” – “Meridien Airport I said”…..”ohhh..sorry…sorry - I think Meridien Fairways” :rolleyes:
We get to the Meridien, and I walk to Jules, pay the Dhs50 and inside. Place is about 20% full, but nearly all in the bar area. Jules is a bit of a funny design. As empty as it is, those already there are all sitting around the wall / barriers and there is no where really left to stand without feeling you’re “stuck out”.
I spot an empty stool at the bar and make a bee-line for it and order a beer. As soon as I turn around, I realize I’m in the middle of two CIS girls, likely to be over 40 trying to look 25 with all the make-up they have on. One is clearly half drunk already, as she rubs up next to me and whispers with her soft breath smelling of red wine – “you want blow job….I give good blow job…..I have place close by…..take me and my friend”. I politely decline the offer “just here for the beer” and she asks “can you buy me and my friend a drink then?” I tell her no way and look around for an alternative place to stand.
It’s the first time I had a chance to really look around. There are maybe 20 girls and 5 guys. Probably an even split between PI / CIS and PRC. Probably 3 or 4 do-ables in about 4 beers time. I cannot see a place to easily escape to, so I quickly finish the beer and make a bathroom visit to see if there will be some movement of people.
As I return the place has filled up a little, but with more guys, so ratio is now about 50/50. The two CIS girls have moved onto 2 other guys who have just arrived, so I get another beer. I concentrate on a couple of PI girls, one is cute, but dressed in plain jeans – the other is dressed to kill is a short dress, but has no chest and not a good looker. I notice another girl giving me a nice smile. Hard to tell whether PRC or CIS, but would guess CIS. She looks cute, but I’m just not ready yet to move over and make the first move with all eyes on me. Then as my luck would have it, in walks a 6ft something African girl and perches herself next to me, blocking most of my view. :mad:
It’s now 11.30pm and there has been no new female prey arrive, so rather than waste more time chasing after 1 possible target, I decide to cut my losses and head down to the York.
11.55pm and I’m walking up the stairs at the York. Inside and place is about 40% full. Usual mix of African / PRC with a splattering of CIS and PI Burger King girls. I move around to the pool table area, get a beer and walk down to the small bar. I pass a few potential targets, but I make the mistake of walking too fast and cannot really judge properly.
Another beer by the PI herd and nothing is rocking my boat. The security guy tells me I cannot stand there as my left arm has crossed the “service only” side of the bar. I move two steps out and he tells me it needs to be at least 5 steps – “are you for real?” :p
I move off towards the pool table area. As I get there I notice a PRC girl in a black dress. Slim and very familiar, she has a beaming smile at me. She grabs my arm and says “you remember me?” - OMG of course is PRCWansleepy from last year. She looks good now, probably 5kg lighter. Huge real tits if I remember correctly.
We get re-acquainted and I settle on this girl tonight. A couple of drinks and time has moved to 1am, so time to go. Into a taxi and she’s rubbing me hard – so tempting to rub my hand up her inner thigh.
Back to the Hotel - Reception is a breeze as she has the Emirates ID card. Into the room and it’s another long lost GFE re-acquaintance of clothes everywhere, superb BBBJ, multiple positions until both collapsing exhausted and dripping with sweat.
She’s happy to stay over, so I drift off into a deep sleep, with her cuddled up next to me. :D
