Posted by kendricks on January 20, 2001 at 21:39:02:
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I hit TJ this afternoon, nearly paralyzed with indecision. Executive Massage was tempting, as was picking up a street girl . . . two things I had never done before. However, since I have recently returned to hard-core mongering due to a (sometimes broken, and not really all that serious) marriage-induced hiatus from mongering, I decided to start off by having a few cervezas at some of the zona bars. Although there were MORE than a few street girls who caught my eye, I didn't find much of interest in any of the small bars. I introduced myself to a couple of ice-cold hotties at AB, invited them for a qualifying frink before agreeing to go upstairs, and was turned off by their all-business attitudes and obvious disinterest in me and my happiness. So, I moved to an empty table by myself while I downed another beer, contemplating my next move - should I catch a cab to Executive, or should I try my luck with a street girl? Then I saw her. Salma Hayek tits with a Jennifer Lopez ass, with a pretty, smiling morena face to top it off. I invited her for a drink, and caught a major vibe from her. When she started massaging my hands in a way I had only experienced in asia, I knew I had to have her. When she asked if I wanted to go to the room, I asked how much would an hour be - I knew in my heart that half an hour just woundn't be enough. When she said cien (one hundred), instead of bargaining down (as I would have done in the past), I said, "I'll pay your price, if you promise to make me VERY HAPPY." She lit up and smiled, and said of course. In the room, she asked for the money first, and upped the price to $120. Again, in the past, I would have gotten upset, and probably ruined a good thing. Instead, I said, "we agreed on $100, but I'll tell you what. I'll pay you $100 now, and if you make me VERY HAPPY, I'll give you the extra $20 when we are done." She happily agreed. Well, I will tell you motherfuckers what - the next hour was one of the happiest hours of my life. For one, having a full hour ahead of us took a lot of pressure off, so we started out just talking and playing with each others' naked bodies. Then, I offered to give her a massage (as if feeling every inch of her totally stunning body was a sacrifice on my part), which culminated with me squirting a load while tittie-fucking those Salma Hayek chi-chis. Then, she gave me a massage, which led to a blowjob, and finally multi-position sex until I got my second nut. She worked me so good I didn't even consider a second session with another chica . . . and I happily gave her the extra $20. Some of you may disagree, but in my mind, I did all the right things, and reaped dividends accordingly. Since my trips aren't as frequent as they would be in a perfect world, I would rather pay a couple of extra bucks to get my mind absolutley fucking blown than endure a mechanical session with a pissed-off chica. Well, I'm going to go drink a few more cervezas and watch "The Wild Bunch", while I bask in the afterglow. I hope you motherfuckers all had as good a weekend as I did . . . Orale carnales, Kendricks
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