Thu Night Calidonia and Veneto Scenes
Thu Night
After the mayhem of Bocaterana, Alex takes me back to my hotel, but the night is still young for the late night lifestyle of Panama. I hop into a cab to check out the Calidonia neighborhoods around the Hotels San Remo, Soloy, Dos Mares, Vera Cruz and Parque Porras. Dropped off at San Remo, I walk over to Parque Porras, two block east, based on info I pulled from this forum. But I walked and walked around and couldn’t find anything in the 4 corners of the park except for young lovers making out. Did get one proposition from a chica on Ave Mexico(?), but passed on it. And when I was walking on Ave Cuba, some guy started yelling at me, and perhaps he was pimping, but I tend to shy away from people yelling at me. But that’s me. Especially when I’m the only gringo in sight – however, it felt fairly safe even though dark and not the highest end of Panama City.
I walking into the casino at Hotel Soloy again to find myself as the only gringo in sight, but no problem – obvious if one could find a decent chica in these parts, prices would be appropriate. Hungry from all my activity, I find Café Romanaccio on Calle 30, a no frills Italian place and the food was excellent, a definite recommend.
Deciding I’d be better off in the safer and better known confines of Hotel Veneto, I take a cab back there and get ready for the evening. But based upon recommendations from Alex, the street perpendicular to Hotel Veneto, upon which Manolo’s corners, is a rich target area for SWs. He told me to walk down that street a little bit past the Ambassador Hotel and back. About 50 feet from the corner were two SWs, one of them having been captured in the Photo Gallery, a light skinned spinner with two pigtails. She was OK, about a 6 in my opinion, but after Bocatarena, I could afford a little highend for the evening.
Walking back into hotel, I see what appears to be a hot looking Colombiana from the back getting checked by the security guard. I quickly hop on the escalator next to her and when she turns to me, it’s clear the total package is very nice….her face is beautiful. She has that classic light-skinned, pelinegro look common to many Colombianas that make me weak in the knees. A little small talk at the bar, a few drinks later, we begin the delicate art of negotiation. It was tough and I ended up stupidly agreeing to a price much higher than I wanted for TLN (over 2 bills, stupid, stupid, stupid!!! One mistake per trip is allowable, before I start taking stock). So begins my next mongering episode with Monica from Manzaniles, Colombia. She also told me that this was her first week in Panama. As we walk down the bar, I see the pretty blonde chica from the night before at the bar and give her a smile. She recognizes me also and smiles back. As the night progressed the casino was full of chicas, with an excellent chica-****** ratio.
When we get into my hotel room, she makes a comment on my laptop, very interested. So I end up showing her my web site of photos around the world for an hour. She is strangely curious and interesting in my travels and things technical – I’ve found a geek provider! Monica is perhaps the brightest Latina I’ve ever been with. Unfortunately, the s*xo was mediocre, she had one too many rules and nitpicks, which can cut into the vibe. But her blanca body was breathtaking. Yum! After the deed, we hung for a while and cuddled, and after a while she turns on the TV. After a few music videos, she hits upon CSI - her favorite show! So we end the night watching Grissom and Co with Spanish subtitles. Most peculiar, mama.
Should we or should'nt we?
Thinking about heading to PTY for 26-29 DEC. Will the talent pool be depleted or will some of the talent remain in the city on these days? Options are SDQ, SJO or PTY. Just tossing around the idea. Thanks Gents..Flyjets
Colombiana Disappointment and Panamena GFE
Friday
I felt a little under the weather Friday during the day, so I did a little shopping and napping, but by late afternoon, I was getting a little restless – I wanted a little nookie, but my choices were limited.
Should I try the newspapers? Call someone suggested by another monger? I kept passing Oacis which is right next door on Veneto St, so finally I give it a try. I walk in to a fairly small room and up stands about 8 chicas and I was pleasantly surprised by their appearance – my expectations were low. I’d say about 6-7 was the average, but one young chica caught my eye, whose appearance stood out from the rest. The only little problem was that she kept averting her eyes when I looked at her directly, but she was a beauty with a near perfect thin body, a solid 8. And she looked strangely familiar – I’ve seen her face before.
I select her, named Luna, and she leads me into the back area into a decent room with a full bed and bathroom. The large mirror on the ceiling is a nice touch. However, her vibe is strange and nervous; I try to ask about her life, make jokes to break the ice, but she is still very tentative. She is a 22 year old from Pereira, Colombia from a family of 8, no mother, sounds like it was a tough life.
I shower and she gives me a mediocre massage with way too much oil. When she undresses, however, it’s wow! Perfect young body, two B+ cup bullets for breasts, flat tummy, beautiful shape to match her pretty face. Even though Luna is still shy/weird/nervous, I have my way with this young one, which I find highly enjoyable, especially looking up at the ceiling mirror during doggie. I love mirrors. It’s like starring in your own personal porno movie. What a view! I leche and afterwards, she treats the little guy like it’s radioactive or something – I finally conclude that her whole attitude is like a valley-girl, ‘ewww, I’m too good to be doing this’ kind of thing. I was going to say something to the management, like you gotta teach her how to be a good provider, as her looks are only go to go so far in a place like this, but I didn’t.
I leave while she is undoing the bed, and while walking out, I finally figure out who she looks like – Anne Hathaway, the actress from The Princess Bride, Brokeback Mountain and the Devil Wears Prada. I like Anne Hathaway’s looks, a tall, pelinegro, and Luna looks like a Latina version of Anne Hathaway. But if I ever go back to Oacis, I’m gonna pick the most experienced provider.
Friday Night Lights Out
It’s still early, only about 8:30 so I decide to quench my curiosity in Life Girls, based upon some info on a street dude who looks a lot like Chuck Berry. Life Girls is a strip club near the corner of Veneto and Via Espana, near the Rey Supermarket. I go in, pay a $10 entrance fee and go inside. It’s populated totally by Panamanian dudes blowing their weekly paycheck, but I immediately notice the quality of the chicas, another pleasant surprise, 7-9s, 2 in particular were stunningly sexy, yow. I sit at the bar, solo gringo again, waiting for the next performance and watching the porno on the TV (it got my attention, but is that really necessary?).
Within 5 minutes a real cutie named Mandee joins me and strikes up a conversation. She is very, very cute and very sexy (of course, what do you expect in a strip club?). She’s a Panamanian, which instantly makes me interested, and we talk while we do the traditional ‘buy the chica drinks’ thing. It gets more and more intimate, grinding her body, groping her body, showing me her nipples, sitting on my lap in a virtual lap dance. She gets me to buy her 3 drinks at $11 each, and that’s enough. I’m aroused, she’s making fun of my erection, but I don’t like the setup of Life Girls – the private lap dance booths are right next to the stage, not very private, IMO. While I’m getting to 2nd base with Mandee, I watch one or two pretty Colombianas do some very nice strip dancing on the stage.
Then she tells me (in Spanish), ‘I gotta go, my turn to dance’. She comes on in a sexy costume, and her dance is amazing, very athletic, some great stuff with the stripper’s pole. I’m impressed and so are my companeros, so much so that we give her a big applause – first time I’ve ever seen that. She comes back to me after her dance and I compliment her. I want to round 3rd and head home with this chica, so I ask her for her digits and I discreetly get them in my notebook – she could get fired for this, but the boss isn’t around. Finally, a Panamanian, maybe there’s hope for some GFE in Panama. I leaver her and Life Girls, watching a few chicas grind away in lap dances. I will call her, yes indeed.
After an OK dinner at Manolos (BTW, service at Manolo’s is sooooo slooooow, FYI), I get ready for the evening activities at Veneto. I see Ailym at a baccarat table and strike up a conversation with her, but it’s a bit strange – she’s trying all her English lines on me, ‘hello, baby, I lauv joo baby’, etc (even though it appears she's with a guy) and all the while I’m trying to talk to her in Espanol. I decide she’s being a bit too slick and pass on her, but get her phone number.
Back to the bar, I again see the blonde chica sitting there, and so there’s my opening, So begins a new episode with Martha, a 23 Panamanian semi-pro with lovely canela/cinnamon skin and beautiful, rich morena eyes. She tells me she’s a secretary by day, and workin’ girl by night for the extra money, and has just been doing this for 2 weeks. If true, she'd be my first semi-pro.
We agree for $100 for 2+ hours, and it goes wonderfully - finally, GFE!!! No more Colombiana two-step and rules, rules, rules. But during the deed, all of a sudden, she yells and suddenly there’s a break in the condom, a small hole. She freaks out, and the heavenly moment instanly turns hellish. She gets dressed, cursing in Spanish raplidly – despite the seriousness of the situation, what comes to mind is Ricky Riccardo getting mad at Lucy - that rapid fire espanol thing. She's afraid of SIDA (spanish for AIDS) more than pregnancy or other STDs. I can't blame her.
She is genuinely freaked out – I think at this point she is telling me the truth that she’s new to the biz. I try to calm her down that there wasn’t any leche at all, but it’s not helping. She puts on her clothes, and writes her name and number on a notepad with large words in English: CALL ME TOMORROW. She’s almost out the door and I say, ‘Martha, your money?’ She totally forgot about the cash on the desk takes it and leaves. I’m very sad, and feel bad for her – she was a great lady in many ways, personality wise and in la cama, very, very hot. I was recently tested for everything, and I'm clean and will try to calm her down the net day.
Next, a perfect date w/ Martha
