Went back to the Apt. and read some more of the Ludlum book and had some lunch
The internal security phone rang and it was Milena. I told her I would pick her up at 6:00 PM and said good bye. Wait. The Security phone? She was downstairs! I ran to the balcony and caught her just before she was getting into a cab. I told her to come on upstairs.
She came in, looked around and asked if I had another chica there. I said no. She asked if I had been with somebody the night before and I told her yes, but tonight was special for her. I guess she bought it because nothing else was said. Maybe she was getting the hint about her jealousy. I took a quick shower and we went to the store to buy stuff for the party. I bought more scotch, a big bottle of rum, mixers, ice, a bunch of munchies, cheeses, deli meats, sour cream, dips and stuff. Milena convinced me to buy some chicken fingers on skewers and a couple of packs of a local meatball/frijoles mixture some local sausages and goodies. She also bought tomatoes, onions, parsley and other stuff. She had a plan!
Milena and I went back to the Apt and start preparing food for the party. Turns out that she is really very creative and artistic with this kind of thing. She makes a kind of saucer out of one of the tomatoes for a dipping sauce, helps me make ham, crème cheese and olive rolls, and a number of other things. We have a lot of food. In addition, Juan-1 has made arrangements with Delphina (from the beach) to have 10 servings of fruit brought over, just before the party. We get cleaned up and ready for the party. It is not supposed to start until around 9:00 so I go downstairs to see if Phil Law is there. I knock on his door and no answer. I knock again and look out at the building next door which is about 50 feet away.
Through a wide open, non curtained picture window, I see a girl emerging from the shower. She is wrapping a towel around her hair and patting her body dry with another. She leaves the bathroom and enters the bedroom where the light is better. Nothing left to the imagination here. She was gorgeous and built like a shithouse brick. I can't believe I am standing here getting this show. She is dusting her body with powder and putting on deodorant. She removes the towel from her head and begins shaking her hair up and down to dry it. She grabs a blower and begins to brush her long hair while drying it even more. She begins to put on her make-up, tugs on a bra and panties and squeezes into a tight fitting pair of jeans.
Someone touches my shoulder and I nearly jump out of my socks. Standing behind me is Valerie (from the beach). She tells me she has a date with Phil's friend Mike. I tell her they don't seem to be home and suggest she come up to my Apt and wait for them. She never said anything about the girl so she may not have seen her. It was quite a show.
We went upstairs and I introduced her to M. Juan-1 looked a little apprehensive since Paola was there and he had been with Valery only a couple of days before. Nothing was said. Valery has done just about everybody (except me).
Around 9:00 PM, W, F and B arrive. W tells me he had four girls coming but they didn't show up. B and F make no comments.
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Problem #1-They don't have any girls;
Problem #2-Only W has something to drink with him;
Problem #3 no food or ice as requested.
A few others arrive in a similar situation. Empty handed!
Some do arrive well prepared with women, food and drink.
We chit chat for a while and they fix a drink or have a beer and some food. Milena is looking like a million bucks and is being noticed by several of them. She had spent 50K of her own money having her hair done that day. Valery (whom they all knew) was doing a pretty good job of entertaining the group. Juan-1 and Paola were having some fun too. We put on some CD's I had brought with Latin Music. Tip: you should download and copy from KaZaa some Shakira; Champeta; Ricardo Arjona; and Carlos Vives music. The chicas immediately get up and start dancing.
Eddie Salence shows up and immediately sees the problem. He asks me if I want him to have some chicas to come over. I said yes or this party is going to die. Within minutes, 4-5 girls are at the door but need someone to pay for the cabs (remember this scenario when your read the myths and legends section). I give Juan-1 a 20K and ask him to take care of the cab. He is back in a couple of minutes telling me the taxi wants 40K. I protest saying they could ride around all night for 40K. Juan-1 goes down and negotiates something and resolves the situation. More chicas arrive. Most of whom I have never seen. I think they might be with some of the partygoers.
We have chicas, food, have passed out some Hawaiian leis I brought with me and things are moving in the right direction. I pull out the camera and take a few quick photos. Hell, I even convince one of the girls to bare her breast to get a Pic. with a "We Love TSM" sign. The Latin music CDs I brought are playing and I ask Melina to run across the street for some more ice as we are running low. She leaves and one of the girls is dancing by herself and moving her hips to the music. I ask her to teach me some Salsa. We start dancing (and yes, she has great tits).
Melina returns with the ice, and I am getting a similar icy stare. I ask her what is wrong but she is very silent. I take her into the bedroom and press her for an answer. Oh shit, she doesn't like me dancing with the other girl. I tell her I was just trying to learn the Salsa. She tells me she will teach me. This Latin jealousy is something! I tell her she is the only girl for me tonight and she will have my 100% undivided attention. She seems appeased and we go back to the party.
The first thing I notice is F pouring himself a full cup of my scotch. It is on the rocks without water or mixers. No problem. As my guest, he is welcome to a drink. When I saw him pouring another full cup in less than three minutes, I began to wonder. When he drained the bottle less than 5 minutes later I knew his new nickname. F the Freeloader. I made a quick dash to the liquor store for more scotch and we were already getting low on beer. Ws bottle had hardly been touched and mine had been finished off in no time. Plus, we had gone through about a case of beer. When I returned, Bruce had arrived and we were having a nice chat but the tempo of the party had changed dramatically. The girls wanted some action and prospects for money from the guys in attendance.
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I made a suggestion that some of the guys might want to make decisions on whether they were interested in any of the girls or whether we should send them on their way. After all, they needed to earn some money that night. Hell, I had a sure thing date in Milena and so did Juan-1 with Paola. Not a single guy came forward or made a move. In fact, I overheard a question that made me go ape-shit ballistic. "Is Bill providing the girls for us too?" I never saw who said it but that was it! I had had enough. Milena and I went out on the balcony and I explained to her how disappointed I was in the people that showed up for the party. As we were sitting there, Bruce came out and told me some of the girls needed cab fare. I told him there were enough guys there that could dip into their own fucking pockets to provide their transportation. I paid for them to get there.
About that same time, Phil Law and Mike showed up at the door with chicas, food and beverages. I offered my apologies and told them the party was over. I also told them I would tell them all about it another day.
Everybody left and Milena, Juan-1, Paola and I put away all the leftover food and cleaned up the place a little. Milena and I retired to the bedroom to salvage what was left of the evening.
TIP: If you are going to throw a party, know who you are inviting and make sure they know the program.
I had spent over $300 US on food, mixers, booze, beer, games, gifts, music and other stuff plus transportation to get chicas there for these guys who showed up empty handed. I sure as hell wasn't going to pay for getting them laid.
Milena, bless her heart, was really trying to comfort me in my anger. It turns out that she was angry at some of the girls for expecting to be paid just to come to a party where there was free food, drinks, music etc. I told her I did not blame the girls. Their expectations had just been set incorrectly. They thought they were going to a party with players.
We fell into each others arms and had very tender, loving and somewhat emotional sex. She was giving me everything she had and I was returning the same. In fact, it was so intense; it scared the living shit out of me.