Hi gang. RT here.

It’s 1:30 in the morning and, well, I’m done. No mas.

My day started well. I slept in, still all tired out from my Hot Date with Natalia. I did the usual: ate breakfast, went to the internet café and posted about yesterday, and stopped by a casino and (unbelievably) won money a second time in a row. Oh, and I spoke with even more people who used to live in the US, but now live here. Whoda thunk it?

By one p.m., I was leaving my hotel for this afternoon’s adventures.

First stop, a casino (they’re everywhere and they are building more) where I lost some money. Then I walked down to Arte y Sauna as it is highly recommended for both an actual massage along with a nice round of sex to finish it up. The guy at the door asked if I had been there before. Remembering that I wasn’t in Florida, I told the truth and said no. He explained the pricing to me and (12,000 colonnes – about $36), told me that it included massage, sauna, steam, and sex, and then he had one of the girls show me around. The massage room was just that, the sauna and steam room were as expected, and the choice of chicas was good. I felt absolutely no stirrings (Natalia had cleaned me out) and thanked him for the tour and said I would come back later, regretting it already. I continued walking around town, bought some souvenirs, and – hard to believe – lost some money in a casino.

So I walk around town a little more, taking in all of the Christmas shopping and hubbub, and get back to the hotel to rest up and shower for the Big Lesbian Oil Show at the Park Hotel.

I leave the hotel and head to the Del Rey to investigate the Friday night crowd at this early hour. There were about 50 beautiful women there at this time. This place is just incredible.

Resisting the urge to lose some more money, I walked across town to the Park Hotel and got a seat at the bar. I was an hour early, but what the hell, I can always talk to an ex-pat American for a while. This one’s name was Fred. Nice guy in his late 50s. This fucker moved down here a year and a half ago, and is just loving life.

The Park Hotel bar isn’t very big. I estimate it to be 45 feet long by 15 feet wide The bar itself only has 18 seats, and then there’s the tables for the chicas to sit at and wait to be, er, approached. This is not a big place, what with about a dozen customers, roughly 15 girls, the bartender, and Bill, our host.

Finally, nine p.m. rolls around and Bill orders the doors closed and the windows curtained. He announces that there are only three rules: 1. No pictures; 2. No fingers inserted anywhere. He says the girls will be working later and shouldn’t be irritated; and 3. Audience participation IS required. He then says “Anyone have a problem with that?” and goes through the audience collecting 6,000 colonnes (just under $18) and giving out raffle tickets..

A half hour or so goes by, then he distributes bottles of baby oil to everyone at the bar. He says we will figure out what to do with it. Another few minutes, and the bartender hits the tape deck. To the tune of “Livin’ la Vida Loca” enter six girls in shiny bikinis. They get on the bar and start dancing. That’s when all hell breaks loose.

One of the audience guys stands on his bar stool and squirts oil on the girl in front of him. We all get with the program quickly. The clothes come off halfway through Ricky Martin; oil is flying everywhere, Bill is shouting encouragement, people are rubbing oil, small children are screaming (nope, sorry), and this is just the first song. The second tune starts up, and the next thing I know, Bill is behind me, pushing my head between the oily thighs of some young woman. What could a guy do? I go on for a while, then the girls all switch places, the guys switch places, everyone is still squirting and rubbing oil, Bill pours oil on my head and rubs it, it was just unreal.

For song three, the girls pair off and go down on each other. Song four, we’re once again encouraged to join in. Then there were double-headed dildos, more oil, champagne… it was impossible to keep track.

Finally, the music stops and the girls leave to stunned applause. The show was about thirty minutes long. I understand that it is longer if there’s a bigger crowd. They had some soapy stuff that cut through the oil, and we cleaned up as best we could.

Sitting there, numb, Bill tells us to get our tickets out, as the raffle was for a free blow job. Who wins? That’s right – yours truly, RT Gooch! I enlist Bill in selecting the proper chica for this endeavor, as I am past the point of making any decision at all. He suggests Amyah (or something like that). She is short, a little heavier than I would have picked, but certainly pretty. She was thrilled, as somehow the house pays for this. We go upstairs, she takes a quick shower (she was not in the show), and I collect on my prize. Without translator, to completion. Not an easy job, considering the previous four days. When I sufficiently recover, I tip her 3,000 colonnes, say gracias, and go back downstairs to thank Bill for the good time.

I left the Park Hotel, took what is perhaps my last $1.50 cab ride and wound up, for the final time, at the Hotel Del Rey. This was at midnight on Friday night – prime time.

Prime is the correct word. The chica count had to be at 100. They spilled into the hotel lobby, the restaurant, playing the slot machines. Just everywhere. When I realized that I still had money to lose, I extended my visit by hitting the tables.

Cashing in my chips (Incredibly, I won again), I began to understand that this trip was truly over. Reluctant to leave what I feel is the greatest frat house on earth, I made one last spin through the gropefest known as the Blue Marlin Bar. Again, I could not believe the number of beautiful women just standing around, unwanted. And when I didn’t have the slightest interest in bringing any of them back to the Presidente, I was sure it was time to come home.

My plane leaves at 2 p.m. tomorrow, so anything can happen, but I doubt it.

In a couple of days, I will post a wrap-up, along with some links I found invaluable.

It’s been a true pleasure. I will see some of you at our regular Thursday night get together. I’ll be the tired one with baby oil on my face.

RT

Hi RT,
Some translation help, please: DFK, DATY ?
Thanks!

Sorry about that. They're acronyms we use on a local board.

DFK = Deep French Kissing
DATY = Dining at The Y
also
Translator = Condom, as in Spoke French with a Translator.

Say, any (US) women in the audience at the Park?

Nope, the only female audience members were non-performing bar girls, I'm sorry to say.

Explorer8939 -- Every once in a while...

a female audience member actually joins in the fun. I've seen that happen twice, in fact, if the girl that Gooch took for the bj is the one I'm thinking of (and I'm pretty sure it is), I once saw an Australian woman, early thirties, very pretty, go down on her at the bar at the show... with great enthusiasm. Of course, having much experience dining at that very same Y, I can attest it's a five star dining experience.

Of course, the Australian woman didn't get naked and jump up on the bar. Bill encouraged her to do so, but she stopped at that. In all she ate two pussies, and then went off with her boyfriend after the show.

I was in the Park a year ago waiting for the show. A gringo was standing behind me with a gorgeous Tica, who was obviously not part of the scene and was better looking than any of the performers. He suggested I might want to move my bar stool over a little, because his girlfriend liked to eat pussy and would probably like to slip up to the bar and participate. I figured I'd have the best seat.

Bill soon caught a glimpse of her (she was a knockout)& tried to convince her to get up on the bar later, but she wasn't biting. Well, once the girls & oil got going, the girlfriend starts munching & really getting into it. Bill sort of reaches over the bar & half drags/half helps her onto the bar. Clothes start coming off and soon she's an integral part of the show.

The fact that she was just a beautiful spectator, and thus unavailable, a few minutes earlier made it all the more exciting. I'll be back on the 28th and can't wait for another session at the Park

By the way, my first show at the Park was a two girl show in 1985. Thing's have progressed very nicely since then!!

Dboy, I'll See You There...

I'll be arriving on the 29th. If you like, send me an email so we can arrange to meet. I'll be at the Presidente.