SubCmdr's UTR's, Non-Pros (NP), and Sugar Babies (SB)

[QUOTE=SubCmdr;1849747]Professor Frannie,

That has not been my experience. When I first hit the island and I was trying to speak Spanish I heard "que?" quite a bit. I rarely heard "como?" I also found that the Spanish I was learning in the classroom was very different from the Spanish that was being spoken to me in the street. But, when I was in a formal business setting I heard more formal Spanish. At this point I seem to be able to communicate just fine. And I'm in many situations where money is NOT the issue.[/QUOTE]Trivia point.

There are often very different regional uses of Spanish.

In some places, people say "Que?" some, "Como?" (in Mexico, they often say, "Mande?" -Mexican has its oddities).

For example, "Gua gua" is Caribbean; in most of Latin America, its "Autobus".

[QUOTE=Yanqui69;1859280]For example, "Gua gua" is Caribbean; in most of Latin America, its "Autobus".[/QUOTE]In Colombia one of those little buses is called a buseta. But in Brazil a buceta is a pussy.

[QUOTE=MrEnternational;1859330]In Colombia one of those little buses is called a buseta. But in Brazil a buceta is a pussy.[/QUOTE
]Yes. And in Colombia, a van is a "camioneta" (camion = truck) and a small plane is an "avioneta. ".

Differences in local terms can cause confusion.

In many places "tirar" is to shoot, or throw. In Colombian slang, it also means to F*.

I read somewhere about a gringo talking about wanting to throw someone into the street, "tirar" somebody en la calle".

And the amused group wondered why he wanted to F* the guy in the street.

Mr. Oakie,

I saw that you indirectly referenced my post in the Sosua section. So I do not clog up the valuable flow of information being shared about Sosua. I've decided to answer your post here. Point by point.

[QUOTE=Oakie;1862901]Every so often we have guys here getting into pissing contests.

That's OK, but when they start talking about "keeping it real", I start to laugh, and feel the need to chime in.[/QUOTE]No, my man. Saying anything other than "Sousa is great" disturbs the throngs of pussy faithful who make their annual pilgramage (and more) to pay hommage to chicas.

[QUOTE=Oakie;1862901]First of all Sosua is a brothel. Got it?[/QUOTE]An entire town is a brothel? You are wrong about that. Almost 50,000 people live in Sousa. According to the information I have read in the Sosua forum there are about 200 - 300 sex workers available. If that is the case, what exactly are the other approximately 45,500 people doing? At best Sosua has a red light district. And don't think for a minute that if they can find a way to replace the income the sex tourists bring in that they won't shut it down.

[QUOTE=Oakie;1862901]You are a regular customers of hookers. A john, a trick.[/QUOTE]Here you are speaking about yourself. I am sure it is a very accurate description of what you do in Sosua. But, I have not read where you have been appointed spokesperson for the Association of Men who pay for sex.

[QUOTE=Oakie;1862901]You are not "lovers", not a "harem keepers".[/QUOTE]Once again I understand that's you. And quite possibly it is not possible to do in Sosua what I do Santo Domingo. Nor would you be interested in doing it.

[QUOTE=Oakie;1862901]You go to Sosua because you are needy.[/QUOTE]Are the men who travel to Sosua in such dire NEED (your word) that they travel to another country to pay women for sex? My thoughts are that if that is the case then maybe they should seeing a health care provider in their respective country of origin. I've always thought that paying women for sex was a lifestyle choice. I hope individuals are not allowing themselves to become such a repulsive human beings as to only have Sosua as a sexual outlet.

[QUOTE=Oakie;1862901]If all DR women are just beef, you are just a convenient ATM machine, and they play you like fiddles.[/QUOTE]Once again you are only speaking about the women that you pay for. The professional women working the streets and bars of Sosua. You think you can buy any woman in the DR? YOU CAN'T! Don't get it twisted my man. And check yo self in the mirror.

[QUOTE=Oakie;1862901]As for your 10's. If what gets posted here from time to time are 10's, you need to reshuffle the deck. Just post pictures, let the guys decide.[/QUOTE]When I am in Sosua fucking women for money and they want their photos posted for advertising purposes I'll do that. And no you won't find any 10's in Sosua. 10's don't need to go there.

[QUOTE=Oakie;1862901]And those other know it all guys who have all the "game" they need to get it for free, whatever, but you need to be posting somewhere else, or just stay home with all that "game".[/QUOTE]I haven't seen anyone posting about free sex in the Sosua section. Or talking about game. Exactly where is this coming from. My thoughts is that it must be a reading comprehension problem.

[QUOTE=Oakie;1862901]So lets really keep it real, and remember that that the cute McDonalds server who smiles at you is not likely to be in love with you. If you don't pull out your cash fast enough, she'll stop smiling and call the cops.This may upset some of the more egotistical among you, but I learned this a long time ago, and have more satisfactory reality based relationships, both long term and short. Sosua is great, but cash is king, not you :) And when you are bragging here about "cheap sex", don't forget to factor in that air fare and hotel bill, and maybe a week off work![/QUOTE]Oh so the man who laughs when someone says something about keeping real now wants to keep it real with us. They problem is that your reality is based solely upon your opinion. But my post was referencing a trip report written by someone else. According to your logic the experiences of another person are not real when they fail to support your beliefs.

That my man is not keeping it real it is Solipsism.

Mr. Sammon,

You said:

[QUOTE=Sammon;1862948]I do not know what the argument is about. We go to DR for sex. One way or another we pay for it.[/QUOTE]Is that any different from how you operate in your own country? So we have no argument there. If you review the posts carefully in the Sosua section it started when a member of this esteemed forum had the nerve to write a negative review of the Sosua section. It upset the true believers.

[QUOTE=Sammon;1862948]Once in a while we get lucky and meet a horny lady who does not want money. It is not a regular occurance but can happen. To say you go to DR with empty pocket hoping to score free is not going to work.[/QUOTE]Everybody on the board is paying for sex. Please show me the posts where people are saying they get free sex.

[QUOTE=Sammon;1862948]To say every girl you meet is faithful to you and keep her legs closed waiting for you is just a myth. More so in Spanish culture than Asian culture. Asians in their defense can wait for sex long time. But each girl will get into bed with anybody anytime without regard to loyalty to one if she so chooses.[/QUOTE]Who on this board said anything about monogamy? I hope you are not expecting monogamy from a woman you are paying for sex. Or for that matter from a woman you met while on vacation and fucked for free (no matter what her country of origin). And please tell me how this is any different in your country of origin?

You want to talk culture. How about the fact that here in the DR Sosua is not mentioned in mixed company? Did you know that? Prostitution is legal not socially approved. At least not in the social circles I run in. That's a big difference that the sexual tourists don't understand. No woman here is trying to advertise outside of their tight circle of friends that they sleep with men for money. Just because it's wide open in Sosua does not make it so in the rest of the country. And if you need proof of that simply RTFF. Compare Santo Domingo or Santiago to Sosua or Boca Chica.

The Defense rests.

Shout out goes to Grownman and Grownman Hair Enterprises. He made a brief stop on the way to the Sue to hook me up with some hair for my #1. He was like "Who is the lucky lady? I told him. He said 'she's going to love it'. He was right!

I gave it to her and she started jumping up and down in her bra and panties. And then she began dancing around my bedroom. I'm thinking: "Damn this is a lot more interesting than being in a strip club". LOL. After the impromptu dance show she tore into a packet and declared the quality to be good. And so it was.

Later that night we went to her place. She was showing her hair off to some other chicas and yes, as Grownman told me, the other chicas declared the quality to be good. And so it was. One of them wanted to put in an order. I hit Grownman up. Told him I needed to re-up.

But the chica wanted to make payments. I'm thinking: "Does the Subcmdr look like a bank or hair finance company to you". I might be Santa Claus. I might be a philanthropist. I might let the chicas rummage through my bank account. But this is business. I don't offer terms. I need cash baby. Pesos. I'm waiting to hear back.

There are many critics out there. But you are a man in the arena, so credit goes to you not to them. Thank you Grownman!

[QUOTE=SubCmdr;1871119]Shout out goes to Grownman and Grownman Hair Enterprises. He made a brief stop on the way to the Sue to hook me up with some hair for my #1. He was like "Who is the lucky lady? I told him. He said 'she's going to love it'. He was right!

I gave it to her and she started jumping up and down in her bra and panties. And then she began dancing around my bedroom. I'm thinking: "Damn this is a lot more interesting than being in a strip club". LOL. After the impromptu dance show she tore into a packet and declared the quality to be good. And so it was.

Later that night we went to her place. She was showing her hair off to some other chicas and yes, as Grownman told me, the other chicas declared the quality to be good. And so it was. One of them wanted to put in an order. I hit Grownman up. Told him I needed to re-up.

But the chica wanted to make payments. I'm thinking: "Does the Subcmdr look like a bank or hair finance company to you". I might be Santa Claus. I might be a philanthropist. I might let the chicas rummage through my bank account. But this is business. I don't offer terms. I need cash baby. Pesos. I'm waiting to hear back.

There are many critics out there. But you are a man in the arena, so credit goes to you not to them. Thank you Grownman![/QUOTE]Thanks for the shout-out I knew she would love it. It's funny 30 minutes prior to you calling my friends were asking about the guys who shared the Coors with them during the Superbowl. They told me to tell you thank you again for the switch up. And then you called. I don't know if a chica wants to make payment plans you are in a great position. You are here all the time. I wish I can give some of these chicas payment plans. When they have their money I am not here. You are here all the time. I had to learn the long way women buying shit different. They put a claim on things before they have their money. The good thing is once they put their money down they are going to try hard to hurry and pay it off.
Once your girl starts hooking her friends up with hair she will become empowered. The girls love the attention they get from their friends. I sit at my number one distributor's casa watching an influx of new pussy buying hair pretending I'm not interested. They give me the look like I wish I can f*** you instead for this hair. A few have.

[QUOTE=Cerebro;1612839]I grew up in DR Santiago till I was 20 years old. That was like 25 years ago. Back then going to brothels or finding hookers was not the norm and was some type of aberration that many did, but discreetly. An uncle took me to a brothel in Santiago when I was 16, but he asked me then not to tell my mother or anyone. Although it seems from staying in Sosua or Boca Chica and seeing so many chicas and guys looking for them and because it also legal that getting the chicas is normal, it is still considered a lifestyle of the perverted. The perception of most foreigh people also changes from being on those chica populated places and I noticed that many think that all Dominican women are putas or chicas and this is not true at all. From the time I was living there till today, I can see that prostitution has grown greatly, but it is still not view in the Dominican society as a good thing...as no one wants it to be known that that they visit brothels frequently or go to Sosua or other places to get hookers. Or just try this experiment, try to assimilate the society, move to a nice middle class or upper class neighborhood, and tell people that you are a gringo that goes to DR to pay for chicas, bring the chicas in to the neighborhood, be opened about it, and see how people will react. You will be called soon "el gringo de las putas" and will soon be an outcast despised in the neighborhood. The chicas will still love you though and Sosua will still receive you with open arms.[/QUOTE]Mr. Cerebro is keeping it real. This is a classic post. So when I speak of the "Sexual Tourist" I mean it in a descriptive term. Nothing more. All those who don't know now you know.

[QUOTE=XXL;1876709]I'm still in two minds about whether to retire to Thailand or to some other country. The DR would be on my radar since I like black girls and speak the lingo. However the reports I'm reading here about problem girls and police hassle are sobering. How would you guys rate the DR compared to a wall-to-wall scam country such as the Philippines (or a relatively scam-free country such as Thailand)? Confrontation with greedy police is something I don't want to have to worry about on a weekly basis. In particular, if I become a resident in the DR and find myself a local semi-pro as a regular girl or even a cohabitant (whom I rewarded at the going rate) is there any chance of getting rid of her when I want to or would I face an insurmountable blackmail and drama worse than if I had married her? Thanks for any opinion.[/QUOTE]Mr. XXL,

I'm answering you in my thread to avoid the nonsense that populates the Sosua thread.

I can tell you about the DR, specifically my experiences in Santo Domingo. But I can't really compare them to Thailand or the Philippines.

Problem girls
Those are tourists talking. You know what you like and you speak the language. This is a not a problem for those who are street smart and know the deal. These women are the professionals. Unless you are on the street buying pussy everyday no one is a veteran compared to these girls. You need a straight poker face. Because if you have a tell they will read it and use it. Just got back from my first time to The Sue and BC. Had a great time. No problems. I had a good advisor and my skill set from the inner hustler that served me well. Planes take off and land everyday. You only read about failures. It's similar on ISG.

Police Hassle
If you are not drunk, fighting or driving you are unlikely to ever have an encounter with the police. If you do have an encounter with the police how you handle it depends on if you are doing something wrong, how much time you have, and how much you are willing to pay. It's up to you.

Companionship
I have wide range of girls available to me:

Girls with jobs, barely surviving, going to university.

Girls without jobs living in poverty going to university and trying to improve themselves.

Girls without jobs who claim to be living in poverty but show up in designer jeans, full make up, hair and nails perfect claiming the are going to university and trying to improve themselves(marketing). Their story is they need milk for their baby(guilt trip). I tell them: "Buy all the milk you like with the pesos I give you. My milk is for you. ".

Girls with boyfriends both here and via western union that are open with me and therefore I am open with them.

Semi-pros.

Pros.

I would never live with a girl here. I do business with a Dominican that is about the same age as I am. He has 4 children, all by different girls and has never lived with any of them. He tells me never to let a Dominican girl live with you. Invite them over, go to their house, take them to cabanas, but NEVER let them live with you.

Once you help a girl out financially. You can tell her no as much as you want. She's not going to stop dealing with you because of a temporary setback. You have helped her before she is going to stay with you because of the possibility you will help her again. I never have to "get rid of her". You either have a position on my team or you get cut. When you get cut I don't answer your texts or phone calls. They get the message. If I want to give them another chance I just reach out on whatsapp. If it's about the money 9 times out of 10 I get a response. The only ones that have refused to continue to deal with me are the ones that had real feelings for me or wanted the type of relationship that I was not interested in.

I have an income similar to yours available to me. I maintain both a US and a DR household. My girls think I only have half the money to live on that I do. I tell them I've paid for everything over there and that's how I can do it. I live like a fucking boss on $2000/ month. I support my harem (which currently consists of three girls) on less than the sexual tourists pay for their plane ticket.

My advice is to do long term rentals in all three countries before you decide where you want to set down.

This report has been written by a persona that might best be described as a verbose exercise in "narcissism" who never seems to miss an opportunity to promote the wonder and beauty that is him. You may receive mental discomfort through your eyeholes by reading this report. Reader discretion is advised.

[QUOTE=SubCmdr;1881319]This report has been written by a persona that might best be described as a verbose exercise in "narcissism" who never seems to miss an opportunity to promote the wonder and beauty that is him. You may receive mental discomfort through your eyeholes by reading this report. Reader discretion is advised.[/QUOTE]So, on the drive back from The Sue, Mr. GoGo teaches me how to handle an AMET speed trap. We are rolling south. Speed unknown because I'm riding shotgun. And we are on an approach vector. The uniformed AMAT officer is on the left side of the road waving his radar gun. He begins walking out into the road waving more franticly. We are closing the distance. He is standing in the middle of northbound lane at the dividing line, waving both arms like a crazed man, just as we blow past him. Mr. GoGo doesn't so much as tap the breaks, ease off the accelerator, or miss a beat when it comes to our conversation. Why he doesn't just change his Spanish name to Santiago is beyond me.

Mr. GoGo drops me off at my ocean view apartment and rolls to the airport to turn in his SUV. I head into my apartment. Dining room is flooded due to heavy rains while I was gone. Fuck it. I'll clean it up later. I got pussy to catch. Drop the big bag. Load up the small bag and head back out. I pull up to the airport in the gran jefe mobile just as Mr. GoGo is coming out. I love it when a plan comes together. Now we are rolling to Boca Chica and it is raining like a very hard. But it's not a problem because we are big dogs, off the porch, and running without a leash. Don't hate mother fuckers (you know who you are)!

So we arrive in Boca Chica at the Villa Capri Hotel to check in. Mr. GoGo has a reservation, but I'm just winging it, and I don't. They don't have a room for me. The only room they do have is the two bedroom suite with a balcony. Mr. GoGo graciously invites me to share his room so we split the first night. It's $35 each. Now that's a damn good deal. Drop the luggage and head off to the Strip for a bite to eat. We decide on Village by the Beach. It is still raining very hard and although the table is under cover rain is coming off the overhangs like it being poured from buckets.

It's very nice. Sits beach front with a rustic dark wood tropical feel. We are just relaxing and chilling after the long drive back. Mr. GoGo's phone is vibrating so much, because of all the chicas trying to get on his jock now that he's back in town, a waitress is threatening to sit on it. I'm sitting there at my table over looking the beach and something terrible happens to me. A horrible offence to my eyeholes just penetrated my brain and left me traumatized. On the beach is a fucking white jabba the hut with two chicas at his table at the restaurant next to us. I know this is the beach but there should be some kind of law against that. What's next him putting leashes on the two chicas.

Ok, back to reality. I'm looking at that and for the first time I'm feeling sorry for the chicas. I'm thinking DAMN, I may be old but at least I'm not a repulsive human being like that mother fucker over there. Those chicas are earning every peso of their money today. Smh. Back to the menu. It looks good. I order some chicken, vegetables and a salad. Food comes and we have a nice relaxing lunch interspersed with rain and sun. We get the check, pay and bounce.

As we head (oh shit, another bad pun) out we are besieged by the massage girls. Mr. GoGo explains that the type of uniform is the tell (fuck or no fuck). Neither one of us interested in service at this point so we move on. I want to buy some fruit. So we go for a casual walk down the BC strip. There are a few chicas on the stroll but nothing that really catches my eye. I find the local street fruit vendor and have him fix me up a plate. It's freshly cut exactly how I want it. 100 pesos. Bet. I grab my fruit plate and head across the street to the BC park where the guaguas arrive and leave. I have a seat on the park bench and take in the sights. Mr. Gogo posts up on the corner for the best view. He points out the Argentinians street vendors in the park, the working girls and the touts. After making a dent in my fruit place I tell Mr. GoGo let's walk. There are two working girls sitting at the colmado near the park but it's too early to make a choice yet. Mr. GoGo shows me more of the strip and on the way to the other end the massage girls run up on us again. Must be a slow day because about a half dozen of them just sitting around doing nothing. They are not trying to give a brother no conversation so get the fuck out of of here. Mr. GoGo show me more. We head to another one of his spots. It has an ocean view and is a great place to have a relaxing drink. I meet a BC fixture named Bob. We are like hey we have something in common. A little chit chat and small talk about where we are from and then back into the gran jefe mobile, to the hotel and it's chill out time.

So, we back at the Villa Capri. Mr. GoGo ain't in the room for 5 minutes til he off on a chica run. DAMN Brother, I'm afraid of you. I'm still in straight chill mode. I get a knock on the door. "My chica has a friend for you" I hear from the other side of the door. I'm like "what does she look like". Mr. GoGo has a picture. Chica looks good. Mr. GoGo ain't making me take one for the team and I appreciate that. Out onto the balcony to hang out with GoGo and his chica. GoGo got the music playing through his iPad. We chilling. Life is good. Critical mother fuckers, don't see any of why'all in sight. Why would I? We are men in the arena.

Other chica arrives. She looks fine. GoGo grabs beer for all of them water for me. I'm in straight lightweight mode cause I gots some dominican superbug up in me and it's kicking my ass. I still can't drink. Back to the chicas: Houston we have a problem. Chica got attitude and I get enough of that at home from my harem. Chica got to go. Quick side bar with GoGo to apprise him of the situation. Then I take the chica inside and explain (in my poor Spanish) that I appreciate the fact she came out to see me and that she looks good. But we just don't share any chemistry and I am sorry about that. She says that's life. I leave her on the couch and GoGo being the gentleman he is cleans up the mess. He decides to kick his chica loose for the night and bang her out tomorrow. NICE. That's what gran hefe's do. We running things. Change of clothes and we are once again mission ready and cleared for takeoff.

So we take a walk to the strip from the VC down the side street. We exit out the front gate and turn the corner and this chica on drugs hits GoGo up with a "cum anywhere you like" 1000 peso offer. I'm like "shit what the fuck has GoGo got me into". Gogo waves her off like a plane making a bad carrier approach. While we continue our walk GoGo informs me that's one of the things he doesn't like about BC. There is heavy drug use by chicas here. I'm thinking "oh really, I've never considered fucking a chica on a "E ticket" ride. Damn good idea my brother".

Two blocks down is a casa. Huge yellow complex thinly disguised as a "discotecha". We enter to take a look. We are invited in and GoGo is feeling the girls. But I am hungry and I'm getting a bad vibe (or is that just my stomach rumbling). We are offered a seat at a table and I'm like "hey GoGo let's come back later. I want to get something to eat". Something is not right. Don't know what it is but I'm not interested in sticking around to figure it out. Being a good flight leader GoGo listens to me and we peel out of there. We continue our walk down to the strip and come to the conclusion that we should take a moto to return in order to decrease our exposure to the "colorful element" that populates that part of BC.

Now we are walking along the strip and looking for something for me to eat because GoGo is not hungry. I'm not feeling any of the establishments so we wind back up at a table in the street in front of Village by the Beach. I decide on a hamburger and GoGo orders his drink of choice. While sitting at our table the working girls on the stroll are passing by. It appears to me that the Italians got BC on lock. Every smoking hot dark skin chica seems to have Italian attached to her. They must be dropping some serious money. Because those perfect hair, nails, dresses, skirts and heels that the chicas are sporting gettin paid for by somebody.

At a restaurant next to us this short stocky Italian guy has TWO smoking hot dark skinned chicas at his table. They finish their meal and he takes a walk with them with his hands behind his back while his girls trail him a step behind. Now I'm thinking "What a dumb mother fucker. He has NO idea what he has there. " Two fine ass chicas like that were with me I'the have them hanging all on me. Wouldn't be walking in the street as if I'm in a military procession". But hey to each there own my brothers. Dowhatchalike!

So the hamburger comes out and I ask for 1000 Island Dressing. The owner comes to my table and apologizes. He tells me that they don't use anything out of bottle. If it's on your plate they made it here. Since they don't get many requests for that they don't have any. But next time I visit their fine establishment, as soon as I sit down make my request. They will get started on it right away and have it ready with my meal. BOOYAO motherfuckers! Now that's what I call customer service. They just made a customer for life. He suggests mixing the ketchup and mayonnaise as temporary solution. That works for me.

During dinner GoGo is telling me to chill out with the electronics. I got two smart phones and my hotspot out. I'm in the process of upgrading the equipment of the mobile command post MPC (a gran hefe like me needs that kind of stuff) and I'm still working out the bugs. A chica happens by that I fancy but I'm not finished with dinner or ready to make a choice. I'm having technical difficulties with my MCP in the field. Not really being that bright all this new equipment is kicking my ass.

I'm not making a connection with her via whatsapp, so she thinks am full of it (and sometimes I am). The SubCmdr can't catch a break from NOBODY. I finally get my electronic act together but by then she has moved on frustrated. Oh well. Fuck ya later! No battle plan survives contact with the enemy. While continuing to take in the sights we saw this European blonde. She was an older lady (relatively speaking to my preferences but I would still fuck if asked), great body, walking along the strip strutting her stuff with two Dominican boy toys trailing her. Go on sister. Dowhatchalike!

Dinner is finished the bill is paid and it's time to hit the streets again. I'm in search and penetrate mode and my missile tipped with a moisture seeking work head is in seeking mode. It's tracking but no tone yet. After the last few days in The Sue, I'm a card carrying member of the STICK AND MOVE Crew. I don't see the point of seeking GFE from working girls. I'm looking for PSE. Straight fucking; no kissing.

Move as team, never move alone, so welcome to the pussy zone!

Mr. GoGo and I head down the street walkin, talkin and taking in the sights. We get to another establishment where GoGo has VIP status. The waitresses are in a near riot of who gets his table. I'm hoping a fight breaks out and some serious hair pulling starts going down. I never try to miss out on a good marketing opportunity. One of the waitresses with a past history with Mr. GoGo (I'll let him provide the details if he wants) wins the battle. While observing the tussle I find one the waitresses attractive. So, I roll up on her. We chat and a let her know I want her phone number and I'll wait for her until after her shift. Then I walk off. All rise! The honorable SubCmdr is holding court. Please be seated.

We are at the table and the waitress gives me attitude because I order water. I'm getting used to it but it can't be helped. And trust me, I'm as unhappy about it as they are. LOL. A table full of chicas sits down next to us. One of them is very interesting to me. She does not fit the program. Does not look the part. She's a white girl in a sea of color. Cute face with a sweet look, jeans, t-shirt and tennis shoes. I like her. She notices my interest and Mr. GoGo calls her over. Says something to her and she comes over to me and starts rubbing on my chest. Starts talking to me about a massage how she is ready to go to the room. I'm like I'm not interested in no massage. So she hits me with the, ok not just a massage sucky-sucky, fucky-fucky and I look at her like DAMN girl, slow your fucking roll. Pump your breaks. GoGo tells her "my friend doesn't like that, you need to be more tranquilo with him". I tell her maybe later but not right now. So she sits down. I ask GoGo, "How does a girl that looks that sweet go from 0 to sucking dick in 5. 1 seconds?" She had me until she broke into that mode. He tells me the girls are hardcore here in BC. They all have a hard edge and that's what makes the experience qualitatively different from operating in The Sue. Damn straight my brother.

While still recovering from assault with a pussy weapon, my waitress I fancy rolls up with a napkin and tell me she gets off at 2 AM. Excellent! The back up plan is in place. My thought if that all else fails I'll be busting my nut all up in ya by 3. Gogo invites an interesting group of brothers to the table. They have names. But I don't remember any of them. One of them claims to have taken over the apartment of the owner that ran the Jamaican restaurant. Said the owner had to return to his country to handle pressing business. I left it at that. Apparently they were also a VIP group in the BC, because after they sat down the pussy parade kicked into high gear. I observed. And I found it was good.

I'm having a great time because it's a seedy, edgy place. Yo soy tan barrio. It's my kind of place. The evening progresses and we are talking about all kinds of stuff at the table. It's the kind of conversation that you can only have live and in person. Where everyone is on vacation and having fun. Pussy is parading around the table. Up and down the street. In and out of the bar, man I'm loving this scene.

GoGo comes back to the table and tells me that the waitress that I'm waiting on propositioned him in the bathroom. I'm like did you fuck her? He's like "She was suppose to be waiting on my boy". I'm like "No man you are supposed to take that opportunity". He told me he left to tell me about it and I'm like "You passed up the pussy?" he's like "I think she is on drugs or drunk". I say, "That's great". He tells me "I need to ask her about it". I tell him "Ask her about what? I'm still going to fuck her if you didn't". Like Rick James says "The kind you don't take home to mother. " LOL But I respect what you did bro. Being the narcissist that I am. If the situation was reversed, I would have fucked her and told him about it later. But hey that's me. And everybody here knows me. Right?

I was already in the twilight zone, but now we just moved into the third dimension of craziness. He's pointing to her and saying that's her. That's her. Yeah my man that's her. LOL I had over to talk to her about it. But of course she denies it, lights up a cigarette and asks me to buy her a beer. Too cool. I tell her maybe later. I tell her I want to have a beer with her after work. She tells me she has another hour. For me it's all good. Hit me on whatsapp when you are done with work. I'm going to Batay. And I head back to my table. It's about midnight maybe one in the morning I am not keeping track. GoGo wants to show me Batay. I'm cool with that. I got the waitress' number as the fall back position if nothing is going down there.

So we walked down the street to Batay. Up the stairs and in. It's great. I love the place. It's huge, wide open, but pretty desolate inside because this is an off night. But I actually like these conditions. We run into this crazy woman GoGo calls Ms. Santiago. She's all up in my grill. But there is just something not right about this girl. So we dance a little bit then I send her on her way because optical sensors just picke up a target of interest, a smoking hot chica that's behind her. Turns out the chicas I am interested is the cousin of one of Gogo's friends. He explained the relationship to me, but to be honest, he lost me because I wasn't really listening. I was focused on the smoking hot chica!

I rolled up on my target and start talking. She's doesn't understand me at all. I'm thinking my Spanish is bad but it's not that bad. Her cousin tells me she's only been in the country for five days. It's French, Creole and a little bit of English. Oh hell yes! High value target 12 o'clock. I'm tracking. The cousin of the chica invites me to sit down at their table. We are having a conversation and it's a blast because it just like picking up a girl in a regular nightclub. I buy the cousin and her drinks. They are drinking Pina Colada's and they really got me on that one it was 400 pesos, for both. LOL. It's time to arm the moisture seeking missile. Onto the dance floor for some dirty dancing. She's grinding that big O ass on me. I am authorized to engage. I got tone! I got tone! Out the door and down the stairs to waiting motos. We are up, we are on and we are off. I'm on my second Moto ride of the trip with a chica. I'm feeling her up her up really good and I'm liking everything I be puttin my hands on. Riding into the night with a pure sense of anticipation of the bedroom adventure coming up. BOOYAO!

So we arrive at the Villa. GoGo says no matter how good your game is BC always gets you for from 100 to 500 pesos. It's just so relentless that it happens to everybody. Tonight is my turn: Normally it's 50 pesos to ride from the club where I picked up my Haitian hottie to my hotel. So two people is 100 pesos. We arrive at the hotel my date is Haitian, the driver is Haitian and he tells me "My brother we are both black and I know you're going to take care of me so just give me what you want. " I'm thinking oh shit, I'm about to get jacked. He's trying to play on "I don't want to look cheap in front of my date" but I give him the standard hundred pesos that I know is right. At which point he goes off. "Is that THAT the best you could do for me my brother? I'm thinking: "don't hit this mother fucker, don't hit him. I know that's what he needs right now but don't do it. Stay calm, I got this smoking hot chica here. She's ready to go and no you're not going to do this to me. You are not going to spoil my mood and my adventure". I gave him another hundred pesos. Go away fuck away with your trifling ass.

In the front gate, into lobby, stop by the front desk, hands over her cedula? Five days in the country and you have a cedula? Hmmmm. How did that happen? The pending action puts that question on the back burner. Up the stairs and into the room. She's a sweetheart. The panties come off and her entire ass is tatted up. It was big. It was firm. It was the kind of ass "even white boys have to shout Baby got Back". She was very sensual and loving. But when it was time rock the party, she took the dick with no complaints about me going too hard, being to big or position changes. I spent a lot of time in doggy so I could observe the work she had done. It was great. It was actually better then any sex I've had with a Dominican here on the island. It was the second experience with a Haitian chica that I've had like that. She left me completely satisfied.

She hit the shower afterwards and even though it was late she wanted to go home. Although we never discussed money, I left some for her when she was in the shower. She comes out of the shower, gets dressed. She looks at it, picks it up, counts it. She has a sad pouty look on her face. I ask if something is wrong. She says yes. "What's wrong?" I ask. It's not enough. I'm like no? How much do you want? She tells me. I say not a problem for you my love and give it to her. She lights up. I don't care. The experience for me was priceless!

Even though it is late (almost 4 AM) she says she wants to go home. So we are down the stairs. She retrieves her ID and the front desk clerk sees her out. I'm back up the stairs and checking my phone. Nothing. I hit up my waitress. I ask if she was still interested. I received an immediate response. She said yes. But tells me she saw me with another chica and so didn't want to bother me. Good chica, I like that. She asked if she could see me now. I told her I needed to get some sleep. I would holla at her later. She's on my to do list for next trip.

Lights out!

Great report, that is your true calling, not wasting energy on useless debates. You remember things in the report I had forgotten. You made me live it again which a good report will make happen.

Thanks

That was much better than your first time in Sosua report. Your details put me right there with you.

[QUOTE=SubCmdr;1881438]So, on the drive back from The Sue, Mr. GoGo teaches me how to handle an AMET speed trap. We are rolling south. Speed unknown because I'm riding shotgun. And we are on an approach vector. The uniformed AMAT officer is on the left side of the road waving his radar gun. He begins walking out into the road waving more franticly. We are closing the distance. He is standing in the middle of northbound lane at the dividing line, waving both arms like a crazed man, just as we blow past him. Mr. GoGo doesn't so much as tap the breaks, ease off the accelerator, or miss a beat when it comes to our conversation. Why he doesn't just change his Spanish name to Santiago is beyond me.

Mr. GoGo drops me off at my ocean view apartment and rolls to the airport to turn in his SUV. I head into my apartment. Dining room is flooded due to heavy rains while I was gone. Fuck it. I'll clean it up later. I got pussy to catch. Drop the big bag. Load up the small bag and head back out. I pull up to the airport in the gran jefe mobile just as Mr. GoGo is coming out. I love it when a plan comes together. Now we are rolling to Boca Chica and it is raining like a very hard. But it's not a problem because we are big dogs, off the porch, and running without a leash. Don't hate mother fuckers (you know who you are)!

So we arrive in Boca Chica at the Villa Capri Hotel to check in. Mr. GoGo has a reservation, but I'm just winging it, and I don't. They don't have a room for me. The only room they do have is the two bedroom suite with a balcony. Mr. GoGo graciously invites me to share his room so we split the first night. It's $35 each. Now that's a damn good deal. Drop the luggage and head off to the Strip for a bite to eat. We decide on Village by the Beach. It is still raining very hard and although the table is under cover rain is coming off the overhangs like it being poured from buckets...[/QUOTE]Nice detailed report. It was so clear that I thought I was walking the clubs in Manilla & Angeles City, Philippines. Good job Sub.

[QUOTE=GrownMan1;1881696]That was much better than your first time in Sosua report. Your details put me right there with you.[/QUOTE]Thank you GrownMan and Mr. GoGo. Only men in the arena can recognize quality work when they see it. The critics are worried about spelling, grammar, improper word use and punctuation. But when you are a critic that's all you have to offer. And we know the credit doesn't go to them.

Had to spend a little time putting the idiot savants of the board in check. Now I have time to move onto more creative endeavours. That was the cliff note version of Sosua. My initial impressions. As they say in the news, the story is still developing.