Day 1: exploring the scene
this was the last island of the west indies to explore before leaving the region. not an easy destination, there are nearly no reports locating barbados on the monger map. we started a first survey of the scene with a taxi-driver. first stop was the major red light district of bridgetown, [b]nelson street[/b]. usually this area is not recommended to tourists as it’s a poor neighbourhood in contrast with the rest of the island. indeed, it looks more to haiti. dirty road, poor lightning, several bars with coloured neon light on each of the street blaring loud soca and calypso music. outside a few drunk or cracked shadows walk around while inside the bars girls and customers are shouting or laughing. you will probably be approached and be offered all kind of illegal stuffs trough explicit hand signs in order to compensate the noisy environment. the typical popular caribbean atmosphere is worth to experience, but regarding sex, i would definitely not recommend this place.
we continued our trip an discovered [b]matador[/b], the most famous strip club of barbados in the center of bridgetown, ironically in front of the synagogue. security check, 20$b entrance, arm band and…sign in register. there is no id check, just write down the name of your boss or your brother in law. it’s indeed a busy club, more than twenty girls and twice as much customers, all locals. all girls are black, mainly from guyana or jamaïca. there are two main rooms, the first one being the bar area, the second one the strip area, a scene with sofas around. the latest one is not easy to spot, the entrance being in the corridor of the bathroom. being the latinlover i am, i didn’t find anything, unlike my buddy who quickly disappeared with a girl in the private area for a dance before heading to a room. both returned half hour later smiling. he had a great time for just 200$b.
the security guy of [b]matador[/b] indicated us a second club nearby also with guyanese and jamaican girls, but i preferred to check out [b]caramel club [/b]instead, as it was named so to host light skinned girls. [b]caramel club [/b]is located on the road towards oister, 3km east from saint lawrence gap. same entrance routine as at [b]matador[/b], but the club is much smaller. there are just half a dozen girls and a couple of local guests. the girls are indeed lighter skinned but also fatter. a giant ass was dancing on stage, but the local customers seemed to love it, hitting her ass with bank notes. most girls are brazilians here, with the exception of a good looking guyanese girl. we were a little disappointed but soon a very pretty russian girl entered the room and approached us. she had great blue eyes and an incredible body. she came to sit between us in the sofa and offered us a trio for just 150b$! too good to be true, and indeed it was, as she was not offering sex but just a striptease. hey, we are not kids anymore, but je confirmed she did not offer sex. we soon got rid of that ripp off girl that tries to take advantage of her white skin being the only white girl in the barbadian scene.
my buddy soon disappeared with the guyanese girl and i noticed a young brazilian girl watching me. she smiled at me and i approached her. she might have been the least prettiest girl of all those i have fucked since two years, but you know how it feels when you are in need of sex, you are ready to lower down your standards. well, maybe she was not that ugly, she was just too fat. she had a young innocent face, clear eyes and a great smile. we started to dance together on a soft music. i started to caress her softly focusing on her face and keeping eye contact in order to forget her body. i could read in her eyes how confused she was about it, and feeling emotions from her side made me decide go for a session with her. she seemed surprised that i wanted to go to the room with her and asked me to confirm. great feeling when desire is on the other side, i should try more often with average looking girls.
we took the stairs, i paid 200$b at the desk but discovered i had not enough. the guy at the desk asked her if she agreed and she simply smiled. we entered a basic room without air conditioning, but at least it was quiet and we finally could start to speak. je was surprised to hear me speaking brazilian, even at poor level. she seemed happy to be able to communicate with somebody and we spoke together for a while. she finally remembered she was on duty and left to clean herself in a bathroom. when she came back, she undressed and i discovered indeed a poor looking body, firm but too fat in my books. as i was focusing on her face, i noticed the familiar way she was looking at me. when a girl watch at me with admiration, i melt away. she gave me the condom still in closed sealing and smiled. i got the message, i was in charge of dealing with it, and it was my choice to use it or not. i put the condom on the table and started to kiss her, her naked body to my naked body. she had a nice smell and a soft skin. we stayed a long time kissing and caressing, forgetting any time limit, forgetting where we were. i had my hip between her legs and i felt how wet her pussy became. i heart how her breath rhythm was increasing, her heart was pounding on my chest. while kissing, she clamped herself stronger and stronger to me, her legs opening more and more, her pussy touching more and more my bare dick. i had to prevent her from climbing on my bareback dick. while putting on the condom, she positioned herself on her back. she took me again in her arms, clamping herself on me while passionately kissing, her legs spread. when i finally penetrated her, i could read relief on her face. she sopped moving for a while, enjoying feeling myself in her. but soon the rhythm started again, increasing in speed and strength, interrupted sometimes by random shakings of pleasure. despite her enthusiasm, i felt myself far from getting an orgasm, i could extent time as much as she wanted. however, i started to worry, as despite my time control she would soon not feel enough to get an orgasm, her pussy would be too wet for that. fortunately she was close to her orgasm, i guess she was controlling herself waiting for my own orgasm. i made her understand she could allow herself to come. for a couple of seconds, she helped herself stimulating her clitoris with her hand while kissing and fucking on he same time. suddenly, she stopped kissing, her eyes went up, i noticed chicken skin on her arms and a very discrete cry. i stopped, leaving her enjoying her orgasm, staying inside her without moving. in name of all those women that gave me such a pleasure, it’s great to be able to return the favour and give pleasure also without taking. there is no greater pleasure than giving pleasure to a woman. i knew this already, but i discovered it was true even with a less desired woman. i can better understand now how a prostitute can enjoy simply giving pleasure to a customer even if she is not attracted to him. it’s great to be able to give a little happiness to someone. we stay for a long moment naked together, discussing. she wanted to know everything about me. but we soon were interrupted by the guy at the desk who didn’t appreciate we stayed for so long. when exiting, i heard the guy telling her to ask me for more money, but she simply smiled. she was an a cloud, her face full of happiness. i kissed her and left the club.
Day 2: experiencing "the game"
I believed we had explorer all the scene, to poor to return, so I decided to try the “game” instead. I had noticed how the girls watched at my buddy, I believed he could be an excellent wingman. We went for Saint Lawrence Gap, the main touristic nightlife spot. We started with Shipp Inn, a large open air night club. There was a great local life band playing, but the most impressive was the quantity of girls. Most were British girls, coming in large groups to have fun. Surprisingly, few guys, most being locals. We watched the scene, and it was surprising how many great looking girls were dating poor looking guys. I was wondering whether these girls were desperate to find someone during their short holidays in paradise or whether the cultural and ethical gap made them unable to see the difference between blacks. Anyway, it seemed an excellent field to try “the game”.
However, I felt uncomfortable approaching those hysterical blonde girls. My buddy showed me three girls that kept watching me. I was not surprised about it, they were the only Latinas. Another dark haired girl was watching at us, my buddy did not hesitate and approached her. I watched the scene from a distance and I noticed he was crashing in flames. He didn’t understand what had happened, but when he told me she was Venezuelan, I understood that she was most probably watching at me, not at him. I explained my buddy the special feeling I had with Latinas and especially Colombianas. He didn’t really believe me, but I explained him that he and the contrary seemed to have the same with black girls. He believed that it was the usual attitude of blacks, and I explained to him that black girls only watch him while they seem to ignore me. We decided to observe each other in order to check this theory.
We went walking to the second bar, Mac Brides. There was a salsa group giving a great show, I felt comfortable in this environment as there were more Latinas. My buddy watched at me from a distance and noticed indeed that only Latinas each time watched at me. I noticed a girl watching at me and invited her to dance Merengue. At the ned of the dance, I asked:
-« Eres Colombiana verdad ? »
She was surprised and confirmed, asking me where I came from:
-« Soy Colombiano tambien…en mi corazon. »
Just two sentences and she was hooked for the evening. In fact I realize that all these theories from “The Game” are useless to me. I feel like invisible to all these Western and Black girls, unable to approach them and approach easily and naturally any Latina, noticing a Colombiana even if she could be the only one on this island. We stayed all evening together discussing, but she informed me she had to wake-up early next morning and offered me to meet again next day. We exchanged phone numbers and Emails, kissed and she left.
Day 3: discovering a new Colombiana brothel
For ou last evening, my buddy insisted to return to [B]Matador[/B]. I preferred instead to meet again my Colombiana from last night even if I was not sure to be able to score in such short period of time. My buddy came back to me and made a point: he had find on Internet the address of a club with Colombianas. I didn’t believe it at first, how could Routard not be informed about a Club with Colombianas. I was too curious and decided it was worth to check it out. Unfortunately, no taxi driver seemed to know about [B]Tasty Treat’s[/B]. It made me feel suspicious, but we still decided to check it out with a driver who seemed to know the location. He found indeed a Club in Bridgetown close to [B]Matador[/B]. I started to feel exited as the facilities were great looking. When we entered the bar area, there were half a dozen girls in bikini…unfortunately none were Colombianas. In fact, we were in [B]Poconos[/B], a club with Jamaican and Guyanese girls and similar pricing as at [B]Matador[/B]. Nevertheless, the security guy informed us about about another club nearby which could be [B]Tasty Treats[/B]. I felt again exited.
The taxi driver had trouble finding the location despite the explanations, but finally we discovered [B]Tasty Treats[/B], a small Caribbean house with balcony playing Latin music. We took the stairs and discovered…heaven! Incredible, my buddy made it, he had found Colombianas while I had left all hope. I had introduced my buddy in the scene for a couple of months already, but now he starts to do it better than me. The student doing better than his master, I can retire now as a sex explorer, leaving space to new talents.
It’s a small bar with relaxed atmosphere, a couple of local guest and half a dozen Colombianas. I approached a blonde one and realized she looked real young. She seemed uncomfortable, drinking to feel more relaxed. But she soon felt secured being with me and explained me everything. She arrived just a couple of days ago with her amiga, the Club had just opened also. I understood she had to perform her very first strip-tease which made her feel very nervous. My buddy approached another girl without success. He explained me she was Venezuelana studying at the College of …my hometown. I approached this cool looking Venezuelana, but she gave me a great smile when I told her we were from the same city. She explained me she was in Barbados for two weeks to earn some money but she had to go back to College. I asked her if she worked also in our hometown, but she explained doing only occasional escorting, no clubs or whatsoever. We stayed all night discussing and drinking together, we had a lot of things in common. She ignored other guests and had not worked for all the night, including with me. I guess we both would have liked to meet us in another place. She instead offered me to meet us in our hometown, as she has eager to introduce me to all her Latina’s friends in College. She warned me however that her friends didn’t know about her “student’s job”. We exchanged phone numbers and Emails and promised to meet again in two weeks.
Meanwhile, my buddy had approached a pretty looking Colombiana. And I watched the scene. There was a great body language between the two, and when saw both starting to dance, I knew my buddy would make it. Dancing is his way of seducing and dating girls. They soon went to a room and stayed for more than an hour. They came back at closing time, sharing a smile of happiness. I knew from that very moment that my buddy was now addicted to Colombianas also.
When leaving the club, the boss came to se us, asking our opinion about this club. Hey, evaluating clubs, that’s exactly my expertise. I gave him a complete marketing evaluation, describing and comparing his club to the other brothels in the Caribbean. I advised him to make a difference with his competitors in Barbados, using the wining strategies that had worked elsewhere in the Caribbean. I told him to contact Noralba in Bogota, the woman that sends Colombianas to all the Caribbean brothels. He seemed impressed by my analyses and advises and repeated after me: « If you treat the girls nice, they will be happy. If the girls are happy, the customers are happy, if the customers are happy, you are happy”. I promised him he would soon have more and more visits from Western customers, but didn’t tell him about the active part I was playing on the forums by putting his club on the world monger map. My buddy listened carefully and couldn’t believe how I seemed to give lessons to a brothel owner. In the taxi I told him about my second life as Routard, as he had now deserved to know it. Strange evening….
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