Hackescher Markt Street Girl
okay, so i told you about the awful financial [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord125][CodeWord125][/url] i received at mazurka, well it gets worse. well, maybe it's just as bad, but could have been a lot worse.
i had one too many jaegermeisters at the killkenny on the last saturday of august, as my mate was shamed into buying a spontaneous round; he bought jaegers, not beers. damn you berlin and your extra-large shot glasses. anyway, i had to do a disappearing act as that last one killed me. i sat outside for a little while seeing if i could gather myself, to return inside but i knew the game was up. i went for a walk to get air into my lungs. i walked past some street girls and became very tempted. they all seemed to look the same though; tight blond ponytail, white puffa jacket.
i took a fancy to one whose name escapes. she told me that it would be €180 for an hour with covered bj and fuck. grand so, i'll go with that. she linked my arm and we walked for about five minutes to an apartment building. chatting on the way about how prostitution was legal in germany and they paid tax etc. we got on famously laughing and joking all the way, stopping at an atm for partycash. most notably, she was mannerly enough to turn away and de-link my arm as i was entering my pin.
we got to the room that they use for clients, and she then said the payment was up front, but that it was going to be €50 more, because there was only the delux room available. you can tell where this is going can't you? i paid it, and she went to the loo for a minute or so, and said i should be undressed on her return.
she got back and was naked to the waste, wearing what i can only describe as tight white crotchless cowgirl chaps. 'hey hey', i said, 'very sexy, but when are they coming off? '. she said that they don't come off, as it's 'standard' for the girls to keep them on. 'really? ', i said. 'oh yes. we never take these off', she replied. so be it, i'm here now, i thought to myself.
she then told me that i can touch her left breast, but not her right one as it was not well. fake tits btw. riiiiight! okeeeey! not going so well at this point. actually, there was distinct change to a cold business-like approach as she came back into the room. gone were to laughs and jokes.
i was hard enough straight away for the rubber to go on, so she went to work with her mouth in a very machine-like rough manner. balls! i knew i fucked up!
she was suggesting that we do anal for €100 more, and that she tought i was one of the nice guys that she rarely does anal for. i wasn't game at all, as it was such a mechanical engagement thus far. she got on top, still with the talking up of her services. she was on the job, and still talking of money, and this started to really [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord140][CodeWord140][/url] me off, but i tried not to let it show as it would only spoil what little enjoyment i was having. then as we were fucking, i heard what sounded like '€600' being mentioned. hold on a fucking minute here. 'six hundred euro? ', i said. 'right. get the fuck off me, i'm out of here. '
the look of shock on her face was priceless. she couldn't believe that, mid-fuck, someone would just call a halt. i didn't even ask what €600 was for. i told her that she made complete fool of me and she should be ashamed as we were having nice time and she should be happy with the original arrangement. i told her that i was hurt, and she spoiled my night needlessly. i'm talking and getting dressed at this point.
she then tried to turn it round by saying that she opened up to me by offering anal. which never does. and i turned it down. then she put on the poor-mouth by saying she had to pay €50 for the room, and that i spoiled the proceedings. i told her that whe was a fraud, and that she gives all the decent working girls a bad name. i pointed out to her that she knew how much money i took to the room because she was with me at the atm, and then tried to change the deal. i told her that she offered services at €180, then somehow through no fault of mine it had jumped to €230, and that she kept half her clothes on, and had only one functioning boob. all taking place within a ten minute window. i kept on at her that she had me lost in a city i didn't know. 'not my problem', was the reply, as she slammed the main front door.
now if that doesn't teach anyone (me included) for not taking heed to the reports on here about street girls, you deserve to be stung. €230 for ten munites of agro? no thanks!
i'll be back with a report on king george; petronella to the rescue of a crap time.
