Left the hotel at 8:30. Went out for another excellent meal. This time a crevette salad and the "plate du jour" of tagliatelli pasta with ham, asparagus, and cherry tomatoes (a huge portion). That, and a 0.5 l. Roubine blanc and 1 l. mineral water set me back 59.60.
Took my time getting back to the hotel to change.
Why? Needed to get my sports coat. Entry into the Casino is dependant on this for men.
Took a few pics once there, and then put the camera away. Went inside and looked around. Wanted to go to the "Games Room". Invitation, sir? Oh, I must buy one! Where? OK! How much? 10 Euros. OK! I go to the counter, and the doll goes, passport please? What? I pull out my photocopy that I always carry, but she goes, "No sir, I need the original". I'm pissed. No way was I gonna go all the back to get it out of the safe in my room.
So, I leave and go next door to the "Hotel de Paris". They have a nightclub there. Men also need to wear jackets, so I'm good.
I pull up to the bar, and order a drink, a martini, with Belvedere vodka, knowing perfectly well that it was gonna be pricey as hell! But it was very tasty. I watch the crowd, of the rich, and maybe not so famous. They had a 6 piece band and a black female singer belting the tunes out like Tina Turner. I watch this old man, drunk as a skunk, behaving shamefully, in front of his wife. He is smashed! And trying to make a move on every young thing in the whole place. I'm thinking "You sir, are a French pig!"
No more than 30 seconds after that thought enters my mind, he comes over and puts his arm around me. He goes, "I am rich, but I am old, and tonight I am drunk also". "You see that pretty girl over there?" Yessir, I do. "I want you to fuck her for me, and I will pay". I go "Thank you kindly, but if I wanted to fuck her, I would already be doing so, and at my own expense". He says "You are a man of honour", and leaves.
I notice this other table with two absolute bombes, a blonde with a Pamela Anderson size rack, and her more conservatively dressed friend. The blonde raises her glass to me. I do the same, and smile. I return to scanning the room. The blonde gets up and goes to the WC. On her way back, she pinches my ass while I'm sitting at the bar. Now, when she sits down she has a "shit-eating" grin on her face. She extends her arm to the vacant chair beside her. I'm thinking "Holy shit, this is TOO much!". I'm done with the drink. What to do? I order another, but immediately ask for the check. How much? Try 28 Euros a drink (or exactly 35 USD); more than last night at "Jimmy'z". I pay, and go over to their table with the cocktail. We start talking in French. The blonde, Katia, asks if I would prefer English. I go, "You speak English?" She replies "Of course, we're from Brazil". Where? "Florianopolis". "What are you doing here". "We're on summer vacation" By now I'm truly in a bad way, and unable to take my eyes off of her tits. I go "So what are you doing here in Monte Carlo". "We're working". I start a PCE (Pre Coital Emission). She puts her arm around me and says in my ear "Do you want to party with us tonight?". I go "How much". 1,000 Euros. I reply "Is that for both of you". Yes! "For all night?" Yes! I go "Darling, I'm sure that you & your friend are worth that, if not more". "But I am here as a tourist, I don't live here, and that is a little out of my league". She goes "Make us an offer". I immediately respond "I don't want to embarass you, nor myself". She goes " Seriously, make us an offer". I lay back, and go, "600, I have a driver coming for me from Nice at 6 a.m." Katia goes over to her friend, Lara, and they start to whisper. She comes back over to my side and replies "Let's go!".
And as they say gentlemen, the rest is history!
Dr. J.