Bachelor Days – Day 7 – Friday 25th June
I wake from a deep sleep and feel all horny. As I regain consciousness, I realise Sandy has already started licking the groin area, moving up the shaft, which gets me to a raging hard on within seconds. She looks up into my eyes, seeing that I am awake, then my percy disappears deep into her mouth. I manage to hold back from crossing the line and we move into various positions, more intense than last night, culminating in us finishing at the same time, collapsing in a sweaty heap then I drift off to sleep again.
I wake up and its 9.30am. Did I really just have a dream??. I have errands to run, so we get dressed and bid our farewell until another night.
After running the errands, I am back at the hotel at 3pm and think about calling one of Ashley’s Fili girls that I had my eye on, but there is no answer from the call. I take that as a sign that I should conserve my energies for the evening.
I debate where to go, and send Mjolnir a message to see if he’s up for the Jules Bar. He is and we’re all set.
10pm and I am walking through the door of Jules. Not been here in years, and find the place very brightly lit. It’s Karaoke night. Place is about 10% full, 50/50 M/F. Would guess 50/50 split of girls between PRC / CIS – no fili’s at this stage, and not much to write home about of the quality of the girls.
Mjolnir arrives and we catch up on the last weeks activities. A few filis arrive, one of particular interest to me, very attractive package, but somehow too well known and thus makes my radar sense fili attitude and poor GFE service. A few of the CIS girls are eyeing up Mjolnir, (one with a vampire look!) but not attractive enough to make a move over. The place starts to fill up a little, but with the wrong gender and the ratio deteriorates rapidly. The only fili girl I had my eye on has left already, so around 11.30pm we decide to cut our losses and head down to the Seaview.
I have some trepidation of this, but with Mjolnir will give the strong mind and reason to work through any rejection issues of PILes, PIHat, CISLisa or PRCSandy who may be there and are bound to all make their pitch.
We arrive and through the door without the entrance fee. Upstairs and the place is about 60% full. Would guess about 60% F / 40% M. We find a spot at a table and get drinks ordered. I spot PILes and exchange a wave, and she already senses she’s not the one tonight.
There’s the usual brigade of fili girls and a couple have caught the eye of Mjolnir. I get a tap on the shoulder and turn around to see PRCSandy….wow. I just cannot resist this girl. Drinks are ordered and Sandy calls her friend across to see if she’s of interest to Mjolnir, but I know he’s already focused on a fili girl who is sat at our table. Also sat at the table is PILes.
Mjolnir calls it a night and heads off for his Ninja stuff with his fili catch. Sandy gets me on the dance floor – she really has me hooked, and I’m dancing away as if I’m 25 again!!
Time moves on and its 2am. I call time and back to the hotel for some more bloody fantastic sex. We wake in the morning to another passionate session and a more relaxed morning given I don’t have to get to work until mid-day.
So as I will be giving my organs a rest on Saturday & Sunday night, this has been a great finish to the first week. :D
One AMP Burned - Let that be a lesson..
Right, I haven't posted in a god awfully long time as I'm not a 100% certified family man (ok ok 99.8%!), but one of my mates was over from the states last month and I got green lit to "show him the town".
Now in terms of mongering, I just hit AMP's occasionally after a meeting (or before) but any nocturnal activities are strictly prohibited. I figure this will be a good opportunity to collect some phone numbers of some incalls so I can mix things up (a bit over prc atm!).
Now this was a month ago, so it isn't a recent report, but it's the first chance I've had to sit down and write it up.
We started the evening at Double Decker with some of my colleagues and there was a surprising number (about 8 or so) of africans hanging around the bar. Since I was with the work crowed, there was no recon, but it was the first time I've seen WG's in Double Decker so was a bit surprised by that.
We spend a few hours there and split off from the work stiffs and make our way to Seaview - it was about 10pm at that time, and the place was just picking up from what I saw.
The place really hasn't changed in terms of crowd in the year + since I been there last, with the usual contingent. As usual (in my experiences), it was more of a sausage fest than anything.
An hour there and we decided to head to rattlesnakes. He's got an itching for a blond, and I figure I haven't been to snakes since the big african/prc purge, and wanted to see what the score was.
We hit the outdoor beer stop before heading in to get a couple of rounds, and look nervously at the place being packed to the gills. A couple of beers later, we make the push. The door guy tries to hit us for an entrance fee (don't remember how much) but I try and wave him off, saying it's too crowded to charge and that we won't stay long (didn't work, and in hindsight, saying I wasn't going to stay long probably hurt the effort), so my buddy sprung to keep me from arguing with the guy and in we went.
It was god awfully crowded, and wasn't the russian honey hole I had hoped for. From what I remember, there was a reasonable mix. Nothing jumped out immediately and we made our way to the bar. I sidled up to the bar next to a dark haired stani looking girl who gave me a very brief and coy smile, and was instantly hooked. My mate vanished into the crowd searching for his blond.
Communication with my girl was difficult at best. Very thick accent (or not even english at all), combined with the very loud ambient noise in there. I get a phone number, but can't make out if she has a place we can go, and if she's available for daytime calls.
She makes out that I'm not fishing for the evening, pinches my cheek (bizarre) and moves off into the crowd, leaving me with a couple of africans leering at me, and my warm beer.
I say what the hell, order another (cold) beer and lean into the africans to start the chat, meanwhile keeping an eye out for my mate.
They both say they are from Ghana, but I figure Ethiopian. I have no real reason why, just a gut feeling. I find out they share a small place with a lot of people, and cannot bring people back, so I offer apologies and disengage as my mate appears with a tall good (if a bit horsey) looking blond girl, saying he's ready to go.
Right-o, I figure he's the guest, and down my beer and make for the door. We get out to the front and she tells us she has to get a special cab and that we need to wait (uh?) so I'm like, okay whatever and pull him aside to get price/etc. (out of curiosity).
Come to find out, he didn't arrange for a price, a duration, or basically anything! He says it was too noisy and he figured he'd talk in the cab... rookie, didn't listen to my advice!
So I tell him now's the time, do it now! The cab is too late!
He goes over and they start talking under their breath while she looks around nervously. At this point, my friend is pretty drunk, and pretty randy, so he's very animated with her and probably goes into a little too much detail about what he wants to do. Not sure if that had anything to do with it, but she then quotes 2k for LT.. 2k!
That's at least 800 above my friends budget for the evening and the haggling ensues, but she only drops by 200. Again, she's looking even more nervous now as the conversation is going on outside.. she gets a phone call, talks for a second and then says "Sorry, regular called - I have to go".
No idea how factual that was, but I think she just wasn't pleased with how things were turning out, and I don't necessarily blame her, was getting awkward.
So my friend says "Fuck it" and asks to hit the AMP that I had been telling him about, as he didn't want to go back into the place, and it was getting later.
We get in the cab and I make the call to my place in Satwa, tell them they've got two coming - ok no problems. I'm in there every couple of weeks so we're pretty friendly at this point.
It's at this point I notice just how drunk my friend really is. The guy has become a total lightweight! So I figure the AMP is a good call as he can just sleep it off.
We get there and instead of the normal 4-6 girls, they only have 3. Maybe the rest were on outcalls or otherwise engaged, but I immediately snatch a cute one who I've been with before (face is a 5 but body is easily an 8, small tits but very firm lean body) and my friend snags the older one with a push up heavily padded bra (5/5 maybe) and we're on our way.
I give the 1+2 as normal, (she knows I tip), get the peck on the cheek and she runs off to give the house it's dues as I jump into the shower. She's back in time to help dry me off and leads me to the bed.
It's all normal stuff at this point, she knows I'm a huge DATY fan and she's fresh, tasty, and very wet and wiggly! After a bit of that I decide I need to get my first pop out of the way and quickly scramble for the jimmy hats.
As I tear open the wrapper I hear a commotion out in the hall - someone yelling in chinese and doors opening and slamming and I'm just freaked the hell out thinking we're getting raided or some shit, until I hear my friend howling with laughter!
The mamasan is banging on my door and yelling in chinese, and my girl bolts out of bed, grabs a towel, and opens a door to let in this irate little chinese lady, who looks like she's about to explode! I'm buck ass naked, fumbling for my cloths and she's screaming at me to get out. My pants are on, my shirt is on but not buttoned, and I'm carrying my shoes as I dash out of the room, freaking out.
My mate is standing in the hallway holding his cloths with this massive grin on his face, looking positively hammered, saying "Man I think we oughta go"
Right. So as the angry lady is yelling at me, I start down the stairs and my friend is right behind me. As we near the bottom of the stairs, he fucking trips and knocks me down the last step, again laughing his ass off at the whole thing.
I've got the angry mamasan and two guys basically shoveling us towards the front door and I still had no idea what the hell was going on.
We pause outside the front gate and they tell us to fully get dressed, so I figure it's not a police thing, so I'm just god damed confused, and my friend keeps telling me "I'll tell you later, I'll tell you later"
Out we went, hiking up to satwa road to try and find a taxi with my balls positively aching, and my wonderful buzz long long gone.
So right, I say, and stop him by an ally and tell him to explain just what the fuck happened.
Here's his story - The girl was giving him a BBBJ and went down south for the rim. As she's going to town, and out of drunkenness or just stupidity, my friend cuts a massive one in her face. (Seriously, wtf)
Okay so maybe that is a risk of the occupation, I dunno, but the worst part is, my friend bust out in uncontrollable laughter and ended up yakking a little on her bed, and still laughing. She got pissed, told the mamasan god knows what, and we both get tossed on our asses.
Right. Jolly good. Fucking wonderful. At this point I hate him. We walk a bit more and he's giving me a hard time for being upset. We ultimately find a taxi and the night ends there.
I tried calling and apologizing the next day, not to ruin my normal haunt, and got hung up on. I made a call earlier this week and she simply said "no one available" and hung up. So I guess I'm banned. Awesome!
Anyway, it wasn't the night I was expecting but it certainly was a memorable night! There was no guys night out after that so he went home defeated. Oh well!
Let that be a lesson... no drunk foolish and rude friends to your favorite haunts :P.
