KL, outing 2 - Saturday night. October 2018.
Glad to get the feedback here. Good strategy NewImage: pay short-time, with offer to stay more for no more money. Clears out the girls that aren't interested, and keeps around the ones that are happy to be there.
Reading the forum more, I also realized that the girl I took out my first night in KL is likely the same girl as post #13958. Named 'Thao'—and I had a similar positive experience with her. Actually, similar experience with the girl "growing on you" also. Great girl. I called her up to come again, but it was quite early, and I wanted overnight. She agreed, but was kind of reluctant since it was so early—so I just let it go.
I went out for my 2nd night in KL last night, and this time I simply took a grab to Beach Club, and had the Grab drop me a block away, so I wouldn't have problems with the taxi mafia when leaving later.
This was a Saturday night 10 pm, 55 RM entry fee with one drink ticket, and it was much worse for guys than my prior Sunday night visit. When I arrived around 10 pm it was maybe equal ratio of guys-to-girls, with a lot of guys inside, in the center area, in front of the stage. Last Sunday there were multiple girls for every guy.
The first girl I came to I swear was a 9. (OK, next morning in the daylight she was a 7, but with mind blowing 'Perfect 10' for tits. It made me believe in the mystical. I'm starting to come to the church, after seeing those tits. It's like the Beatles song: "Then I saw her face, now I'm a Believer"—except with tits.).
In mid-life, some people go to India, and find an ashram, and find spirtuality. I'm not sure if I have achieved enlightment, but those breasts moved me. Profoundly. Maybe there is order in the universe. A higher purpose.
You know how much that girl asked for? Tall Vietnamese girl, silky skin-tight black dress, serious cleavage, hair that was ponytailed up high, but still hung down to her ass? She asked for 1,200 for long time. She asked 500 for one hour. I told her that, no, I wouldn't be taking her out. She didn't leave. I guess I was kind-of enjoying having her leaning up against me as I sat in the chair. Heck, when I was 20 it would have been a dream, just to have this girl laying up alongside me. Anyway, I told her I wasn't taking her out at 1,200, and we kinda ran out of things to talk about. Kinda killed the mood.
I "released" her again a couple times, and she eventually went looking for another guy. Said she had been in KL for three days, and stated 27 years old.
I then talked to girl-after-girl. Almost all were quoting 1,200 overnight. I overheard one girl quote 1,000 to a guy as I walked by. I'm not really into live music, but the band actually played a couple songs I like—so I was at the bar, and made friends with a couple girls. One girl shoved her friend into me—playfully. All fun.
Ended up with a friendly girl alongside the bar, a little chubby, but warm. Had her up against me for a while, then, then I would circle the floor, and come back to her. Eventually she quoted 1,000 for long time. I offered 600, and she wasn't down with that. I know guys post that they are pulling at 400, but this girl wasn't going for 600 long time. Maybe later in the night.
The men-to-women ratio got worse and worse as the night progressed. More and more guys kept coming. By midnight, I saw some of the girls that quoted me 1,200 leaving with new guy friends. I don't know what they negotiated, but it was the same girls that quoted me 1,200.
One girl quoted me 1,300. That was a short conversation.
Then, two slightly rough girls from Indonesia quoted 1,000.and then dropped it to 700 instantly, if I took both of them long time. I couldn't tell if they would be a ton of fun, or maybe a tad of trouble. Couldn't tell which way it would go- fun and rambunctious, or slipping into aggressive later at the hotel. Maybe would have been fun. Likely my trouble-radar was over-tuned, and hitting on false-positives. But, if you've ever ignored that trouble-radar, then regretted it later at the hotel, you might tend to be a little more cautious on later occasions. I guess I am. Some guy came up to one of the two Indonesian girls, and I slipped away; he seemed more genuinely interested.
It was getting worse-and-worse, in terms of men-to-women ratio. There was a big group of guys with sports shirts with Philippine icons on them. (Like the Philippines sun symbol, on the shoulder.) No problem with the guys—looked like they were out to have a good time- but I didn't get the story on the Philippine sports shirts. Not Filipinos.
I got sick of circling, and the high quotes. Even fairly average girls were quoting 1,200. Is she a 6? A 7? I dunno; kind of cute, but not a model. And price is. 1,200. I don't really drink, but I also didn't like just wandering, so I had ordered a couple drinks. That wasn't working out great for me, as having my head spin wasn't so helpful when trying to talk to the girls. I walked out, and down the street to the Thai place. A heavy, grandmother-aged woman on the street engaged me, offering a line-up of girls that would come to my room for 250 RM. "You choose. " I asked where the girls were, and she said she would call them over to the 7-Eleven. I don't know; street dealings through an intermediary didn't sound so good. I'the rather talk directly to the girl. The grandmother gave me a business card, and said she could also send a girl to the room later. I asked when payment was made, and she first said 'to the driver'; that didn't sound good, so she said 'to the girl, before she starts her work.'
Also: I can't see "RM" and not think Reichsmark. ('Reich Mark. ') I know it's not right; that it isn't good. Still comes to mind, every damn time.
The Thai place was not any better than Beach Club. I saw a girl working to make eye contact, and I went to the patio area to talk to her. Quoted 700 long-time. She was perfectly average. I guess that makes her a 5. Attitude counts for a lot, so I sat down for a drink. Ordered one for me, then she had a weird request that put me off. If I would give her the cash, she would go inside and get a drink for herself, and come back. I assume she would pocket a bit, or go pick up a glass she already had, or whatever. Anyway, it put me off, and I was ready to walk out- but had already ordered my drink. Not a good idea to skip out on an order, so I walked over and found the waiter, who already had the drink. There was like a 42 RM cover to enter that place, but with the drink I bought at 38 RM, they let me in. The girl followed me, and presented herself again-and-again. I finally asked if she would allow CIM, and when that was no good for her, I left. (I don't really care about CIM, but it's a bit of a litmus test; if they are down with that, they are often more fun at home, even if I never really CIM.).
Walked the street a bit, and then back up to Beach Club. It is a little after midnight now, about 2. 5 hours since I arrived. Lots of guys. If I come back to Beach Club, I would either go early—before all the guys come- or late, when the girls are more willing to negotiate off that 1,000+ perch.
Talked to another cute girl; another 1,200 quote. I said last weekend I paid 600, and she said "Nobody here will go out for that. " OK, well—the girl last weekend did, and she was great. No hard feelings to this new girl; she departed.
Then—that Vietnamese girl with the boobs came by. I had seen her talking to guys, as I circled, but she hadn't found anybody willing to pay her premium. She was looking a little worn out—and I sure as hell was. Actually, when standing to the side at various moments, I would close my eyes and think of this girl. 2 years from now, it won't matter what I paid her, but I'll remember the girl. I had the same thing in Moscow, where I didn't take the girl because it was 'too much' and I didn't exactly regret it, but frequently thought of her years later. "Hell, I should have taken her, that girl back in Moscow."
Anyway, I was pretty tired of circling, and starting the same conversation from scratch again and again. And, this girl was in a slinky dress, and she was now in more of a mood to negotiate. I could have waited until even later, and got it for even less- but that's like getting a half-price ticket to a movie that's half-over. Price is lower for the long-time, but you missed half the night with the girl. Ends up at same price per hour of company.
Made a deal. Walked out into very light rain. Walked a bit, and got a Grab.
Girl was OK at home. Nothing wrong, but just not that warm. But those tits. I have literally never in my life seen real tits like that. I assumed they were going to be a man-made silicone wonder —and a well crafted one at that. But, no. They were real. 38-C. (I asked.) I didn't know that real boobs came like that. I kept thinking that they were comically perfect. Laying in bed with the girl, that is the term that kept coming to mind for her tits: "comically perfect. " Like, only seen in drawings.
At the same time, it was a tragedy of Greek proportions. I mean, if tits can be this good, why aren't more of them this good? I thought physics or evolution or human physiology prevented boobs like that from really existing on the hoof. Now that I know it is possible, I'm a little angry at god for not making more of them. I mean, I wasn't even believing in god until I saw those boobs—but now I've seen the light, I believe in Him, and I'm a little angry. Spread the joy man. WTF. If you can make boobs like that, make more! So guys-- if you see this girl, Cherry, you might take her for the boobs. Nice enough girl, I guess; not super warm, and had a bit of a long bathroom routine with face scrubs and eyelash removal and blah-blah-blah. Bad blowjob. But, those boobs. I wish I had a photo. Then again, the image is seared in my mind. I won't forget. The boobs were perfect, and there were two of them, side-by-side. Just below her face. On her chest. Oh god. Boobs.
Three pops. She was best when on top. Slept till noon. For a writeup this long, you'the think I'the focus on those dirty bits more.
Johnny.