The first problem I encountered was the phone system. Some payphones used coins. Getting the coin into the machine was surprising difficult as they had a peculiar security feature. The next problem was figuring out how to make the call. I went through my list and got recording after recording. I don’t understand Spanish, so I was at a loss.
Back at the hotel, I had the desk manager try a number. He suspected that it might be a cell phone so it required a prefix. Well, I went back to the pay phones and kept dialing.
I finally got through to Jazmin. She knew enough English to communicate so I booked an appointment at her place one-hour hence (I wanted to give us both time to get ready). I was ready in a few minutes so I decided to walk. After going a good three kilometers and watching the house numbers crawl, I gave in and hailed a taxi. I arrived at Jazmin’s place looking rather wilted.
I rang the bell and a few moments later a cute little bottle blonde with an eyebrow piercing led me inside. When I collected my numbers from the web sites, I went with just the cute looking babes, so I assumed this was Jazmin. It turned out she was just the phone receptionist, door answerer and manager of the shop, Carolina.
I was under the impression I was going to this girl’s home. It was nicely appointed but small. Some activity was going on in the room adjacent to the door. The Carolina said Jazmin was not ready and led back into a little bedroom. Seeing my disheveled state, she asked if I wanted a shower. Boy, did I ever!
Back in the room, with just my pants on, Jazmine arrived wearing red lingerie. She, um, wasn’t exactly like her picture. She was overweight and not nearly as cute as her photo on the web. Although the website stated that she spoke some English, I quickly learned that “some” meant approximately one word. It turns out that it was Carolina I spoke to on the phone.
These is a collage of Jazmine's photos from the web. I won't even show you the photo of what I ended up with.
Let me add that she's not smiling for a very good reason.
I was horny and eager to get an Argentine on my life list. After all the difficulty in getting a girl so far, I figured I should just go with it.
The foreplay consisted of her playing coy, not touching me and then teasing me. Kissing was not permitted. It was annoying as all get out. Had I not already paid my 100 Pesos, I would have walked. By the time I got the condom on and got into things, so to speak, I was in good form. I didn’t really like this girl at all, but intended to make the most of things and use this time for practice.
During our session, another girl came in to get something from the closet. She was actually quite good looking. I jokingly suggested she join us. She collected what she needed and departed. Moments later, another girl, quite overweight and not at all attractive appeared. She wanted to know if I wanted a threesome. “Uh … no, that’s OK” I answered.
Jazmine was doing her best not to move, annoying me further, so I kept pumping away and sweating a torrent of perspiration. The room was cooled only with a fan, so it was kinda hot.
In the end, I decided to get my orgasm over with. I was tired and expected I’d have no more action that day. I hit the shower and got cleaned up. Jazmine declined the invitation to join me (hey, I may not care for her, but I’m still a gentleman).
I dressed and pulled out the camera for a memorial photo. She didn’t want to pose, but I managed to get a shot of the two of us. Out in the entranceway, I met Carolina. Jasmine wanted me to show her our photo. I then asked if I could get a photo of Carolina. She agreed only if it was the same as Jasmine’s (two of us together). I teased her saying that I would take her back in the room for some action shots. She laughed and said she wasn’t “working” there.
It was at this point she poked her head in the other room and pulled out the cute blonde I saw earlier, Clarita. Had I known this girl was available … Rowrrr!
Carolina had me take a few shots of Clarita. “My pleasure, Ma’am!” Clarita had a good smile and a better shape (I like ‘em slim). She was also body conscious so she knew how to pose a bit. I had a devil of a time focusing in that dimly lit room so most of my shots didn’t turn out.
Photos: Clarita 01 02
There was noise coming from the other room, so I felt a need to investigate. I pulled the accordion door open and found a room about the size of a walk-in closet. There was a single bed against the wall, a small TV on a stool beside it and a low cabinet in the opposite corner. The tiny room was occupied by six girls. Three were on the bed (including one who was fast asleep), two sat on the floor and one sat on the cabinet. I’ve never seen a Cambodian brothel this crowded. When I arrived, there would have been two more girls crammed into the room.
Carolina let me out. It was pouring rain so we stood on the steps waiting for a break. She had to run a quick errand so we chatted for a bit. She didn’t work, she told me, because she was married. I looked around conspiratorially and told her we would have to be very careful.
She laughed and told me to come back again. For Clarita, I just might.