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The following is an actual chat board entry from the Los Angeles area.

Losing my mind in a Chinese hostess club

April 2002

I am on a roll!  On Thursday I had a very beautiful session with hostess B (of COI) at a motel in San Gabriel, which overlooked a Chinese hostess club next-door.  The parking lot of this HC looked like a MBZ dealership.  I thought about it several times but I have no desire to go there.  My mind was filled with B, her lap dance and the doggy.  But sadly, B didn’t return my call for a Saturday lunch.  I then decided to go to the HC that I saw on a Sunday night to avoid the crowd.

I pulled out my black trousers and dark gray polo.  That would not go any wrong.  But I put on a light colored jacket to avoid being beaten for no reason.  I also pulled out a Gucci watch - a $2 imitation.  The battery was dead so I set the clock to 9:45 pm.  I would allow myself to look at the watch at most once when I got there, at around 9:45 pm.  For the time I would look at my cell phone, pretending to decide whether to accept incoming calls.  I was surprised that I thought of these things.  To outgun them all I brought my SUV, which was taller and bigger than any MBZ sedan.

I got there at 8:25 pm, which was close to the end of happy hour according to the parking attendant.  He told me that there was an hour break like a lunch break for the girls.  I came back an hour later.  My cell phone got detected when I went through the metal detector.  A large black security guard searched me before I could get in.  At 9:35 the place was empty.  There was a small stage on one side enough for a singer and a musician, a small dance floor in the middle and about ten tables on the three sides.  The place was rather small but felt spacious because it wasn’t designed to hold that many people.

The waitress took me to a U-shaped table with a U-shaped bench sofa around it.  The back of the bench was high so the privacy was very good.  Some other tables are larger with wider semi-circle shaped benches, and you could add seats in the middle.  There were also some tables at the dark corners that I could not see what’s in it.  That was what I wanted.  Since my table was beside the stage, I asked the waitress to change to some quieter places but she refused.  She said that the music wouldn’t be loud.  She asked me what to drink.  I asked for a beer.  Then I asked what was the cover.  ‘$50’ she said.  I was relieved.  I was expecting at least $80 with food included.  That was a bit heavy but at least I could get a dinner if not anything else.  Soon she brought me $50 worth of the same beer in cans.

Mamasan came over to explain what the place was.  I already told everybody that I was there for the first time.  She doubted whether I wanted a hostess, but she asked anyway.  Of course I wanted.  Soon a pretty girl named J came over and I hold her waist.  I sniffed her a bit and she smelled good.  She had medium long black hair, pale smooth skin from northern China.  She dressed very causally with long trousers, almost as rough as jeans.  She had a V-cut at her chest, but her 33B cup was heavily fortified.  She had a beautiful face, not too exceptional but she beat a lot of escorts and MP girls.  You need a pretty face to be a hostess.  She was tall and slim, not exactly a model figure but I know they often go for the 2nd wife look – a little bit of fat left here and there, sexy to look and to touch, also good cushions, tough enough to be used repeatedly with long mileage, full of vitality for as many babies as you want.  Most of all, they didn’t need to work out the last excess oz of fat and to tone their body.

J looked a bit plain compared to B, who had professional hairdresser and teeth whitening, sophisticated makeup that wasn’t apparent except for the sexy red/purple lipstick.  J didn’t need all of that – she didn’t wear much makeup except for a simple red lipstick.  We had severe communication problems because of the language barrier.  But our conversation was extremely fast paced.  She asked me the situation of all my family members.  What I did for a living, where I lived, did I own a house and how much it worth.  Then she went on to tell me everything about herself.  Her family remained in China.  She came from the northern region that produced a lot of models.  She got $20 per hour with clients but half of it went to the club.  She paid $700 rent a month and there was not much money to go on each month.  And sure I understood that tips were important.  After getting rid of all those from our system, we began to enjoy ourselves.  At that point, we consumed a lot of napkins for writing.  I was also relieved that her rate was a lot lower than I thought.

She poured me drinks and fed me snacks while I smoked.  She then asked me to play dice games with her.  I wasn’t into it, as I wanted to use one hand to hold her and the other for smoking and drinking.  In the beginning the loser got to drink but somehow she inspired me to gamble on something else.  I tried the usual – the loser got to kiss the winner.  Of course that didn’t work; she wasn’t totally dumb.  But she surprised me by agreeing to kiss if she lost.  If I lost I still got to drink.  My spirit lifted and I was very keen to play then.  Her game suddenly improved and I was afraid I was hopeless.  But then a dice couldn’t go much wrong.  I won a game at last.  I was going to kiss her cheeks and sniff her a bit more, but she welcomed my kiss with her lips.  I could have fainted if I didn’t do it lightly and politely.  I was so afraid that I would fall in love fast.  And I was in no hurry since I could win many times in one night.  However, things always don’t turn out as they supposed to be.  I won only twice before we moved on.

All the evening I was there like an operating system, reacting to whatever came in my way.  I didn’t even remember the sequence of events.  I would say not long after our conversation, I popped the question,  ‘Would you go out with clients?’  She said no.  I didn’t feel bad about it.  She neither.  But she surprised me by asking mamasan to fix me up with another girl.  Mamasan came and talked to me alone.  She started by saying that there were plenty in the classified newspapers.  ‘That’s not good enough’, I came up with a good answer.  She said that’s $600 with her girls.  I was disappointed that it was exactly the same price that I heard before.  We knew that it was too expensive and I said I would think about it.  She also brought a special girl for me to check out.

J came back.  The other girl C also came to my table.  She was quite plain.  She came from the border with Hong Kong.  Her everything was one or two par down from J.  However, her body would be reasonably tight.  For $300, she would beat the $150’s but I doubt if she could beat the mainstream escorts for the same price.  However, since I wouldn’t know what she was capable of, it was worth a try.

I tried to negotiate with C but J was in the way.  I was thinking hard for a while how to get rid of J.  But J had no intention to go away.  Soon I realized that I had to pay double the bill.  So I resigned to my fate and hold them tight at their waist.  When C was not around, J even asked me to reward her for setting things up.  I gave her $40 for both the reward and tips in advance, but she took that for the reward only.  At first I let them do the talking, as they didn’t know each other well.  Then they seemed to get along very well.  Then it’s C’s turn to play another dice game with me.  We all got along very well.  I met J first and she knew I liked her more.  But C would take care of my other needs.  The other girls didn’t look down on C because she needed money to make ends meet.  She was also a troublemaker who got a DUI and spent a night in jail.  As for men, I was acceptable if I took C out; I was respectable if I didn’t.

I wasn’t holding the girls too long when a small group of people came in.  Before long J started to be called away.  Then I had the chance to ask C to go out with me after work.  She asked me to say explicitly what I asked her to do.  It was difficult for me.  Before I could think of something to say, she got called away as well.

Then I saw a girl that I didn’t even remember her name.  She was covered from neck to toe and looked like a kid.  But she was 30 years old.  She looked very sweet but plain.  I was quite interested in her if she would go out but of course she wouldn’t.  I held her tight and we had a good conversation.  She was from Taiwan and she told me that the girls from China need $10,000 for a visa and $60,000 for a green card.  She should have been a likable character but somehow I didn’t like the way she talked.

In the operating system mode, many things happened.  J pulled me out for a dance, which I didn’t enjoy, even though I put my hands on her bottom.  I asked C to sing for me but I needed to tip the singer and musician $20.  C was reasonably good, picking songs to please me.  But I knew she was very disheartened at the stage to see us two lovebirds talking to each other at our love seat.  We forgot her and forgot to applause.  But now I think J distracted me deliberately - women’s natural instinct.

Finally I got the chance to ask C again while she was leaning her whole body on me.  But she wanted commitments!  She asked if another one would do for me.  She mentioned that on the other table was a bodyguard to some hot shot.  Then she went on to explain that the timing would be very bad because she would be very tired after work.  It would be better if we pick a better time later and prepare for it.  I tried to look disappointed because I wasn’t.  By the time I was tired too.  I was way over budget.  And I wasn’t attracted to her at all when J was around all the time.

When J was around, she would dance sitting down.  She got the beat and she could be on MTV.  She would lean her whole body on me, and even throw me kisses.  I still resisted to kiss her deeper or try French kissing her, even though I knew she wouldn’t mind it in her heart.  Whatever I did to J, I did to C, except that I didn’t kiss her at all.  At one time, the two were using my shoulder as their pillow with their whole back leaning on me.  A guy couldn’t look any cooler than this.

Indeed I was too cool that someone must have been irritated.  And the two girls were putting oil on fire.  Everyone wanted two girls or more and at the end there were not enough girls to go around, but the bill was the same – correlated to what you ordered, what you actually got.  Then the bodyguard must have booked C after work deliberately so I couldn’t take her.  Thank you very much; otherwise I didn’t know how to turn her down.  J did this and that on me to make other guys jealous, and vice versa.  And there were some competitions between the two girls.  You did this, and so did I.

I was the first to arrive and I had no intention to go home.  That made me looks loaded.  It seemed that the other table would lose face if they go earlier than I do.  For me I didn’t get enough of J and I wanted to stay until the end to see what would happen.  When I saw that there wasn’t enough time left for them to run up a bigger bill than me per head, I began to wind down.  I asked J how many tips should be enough for the girls.  She said $20 for the other girls and $40 each for her and C.  It was good but then I knew the $40 J already got didn’t count.  And the other girls wouldn’t be too happy about the tips.  But I just need to keep J happy, C turned me down and the other girl shouldn’t have been there in the first place.  I thought I would wait until the end but J thought I was ready to go.  For some reasons she was keen that I was going.  Maybe then every table would want to go and all the girls could go home.  Or she was seeing someone after work?  I couldn’t get in the way because I had to go to work a few hours later.

J gave me her number on napkins when she was alone with me, and she test called the number I gave her.  C gave me her home number on napkins as she didn’t have a cell phone.  When I was alone, papasan came over to say hello.  He said that there were 25 girls last night but the girls said it was just as few as tonight.  When I asked he said $20 each for the girls would be OK.  Since I might return, I didn’t believe him.  He gave me his number and I thought he got connections of what I originally wanted.

When I settled my bill mamasan came over to kiss my hands.  Not only that I was a good tipper, everybody else’s bills were bigger than they budgeted for.  Everybody’s pocket hurts but everybody was happy.   C asked me to call her when I need her.  J asked me to call her 4 pm next Saturday.  She test called my number the second time and saw me to the door.  Papasan saw me to the car.
Valet parking                $5
Cover                           $50
Two girls for 4 hours     $150
Tips for the table           $40
J                                   $80
C                                 $40
Girl 3                            $20
Mamasan                     $20
Papasan                       $20
Waitress                       $5
Total                            $430

For a few kisses? That’s an awful lot of money!

Postscript

My first impression of J was under the influence of novelty, dark lighting and alcohol.  She wasn’t that good looking after the first time, but I did saw her for a few times - character took over.  Every girl has a MBZ and a Gucci watch.  A brand new entry E class is about $400 to lease – that’s about a night’s work or two.  But they don’t care what you drive and value your $20 tips very much – they are professionals with a lot of bills to pay, big or small.  Once you know the ropes, your girl or the mamasan will take care of you.  Say you can stay from 5 pm to 8:30 for $100 total, before the married men starts to come out for the 9:30 session.

I think the Miss Universe runner up might come from the same village as J.  From 19 to 30’s they look the same on their face, you couldn’t tell.  I don’t fancy that look that much although all their facial features are more than nice.  I also like that they are taller with good size body frame.

Screw him, let him figure it out for himself.

Sounds like an idiot I know that once spent 600 bucks in Vegas on lap dances once night. Oh, wait, that was me! What a MAROON.

For that tab you could get blown and laid four times by four different nice looking young women in Nogales. But I will admit that if you have a thing for Oriental girls you are shit out of luck in Las Nalgas. I havent seen even one. For that matter there aint no kinda diversity in Mexico. Its just one flavor but its good.