***NOTE: This was written at 6:30 Tuesday night; the rest of the report was written days after the fact.***
I'm an idiot. I'm a moron. I have broccoli in my socks.
Well, in reality, I'm just a weak-willed wimp.
Here was the plan for the day: Get up, go to Starbucks (where they have wireless internet available -- $5 for 5 hours), catch up on email, check out a new (to me) Banos Turcos for JUST a massage, get a gourmet lunch, and get back to the apartment for an outcall with one of these beautiful babes: Samantha, Yaile, or Lilian, then gamble for a while before the grand opening party at the Marriott casino.
So I go to Starbucks (they have valet parking, in case you have a car). So far, so good. At 11:00, I get a taxi to Mithos Spa. The security guard in front tells me a million things in Spanish. I don't understand most of it, but the gist is that they're not open yet. No problem, Banos Turcos La Marina is only a few blocks away, so I walk on over.
Starbucks Coffee
Ovalo Gutierrez
San Isidro
12° 01.516' S, 77° 06.510 W
Mithos Spa
Avenida La Marina cuadra 34
Maranga - 561-2334
Banos Turcos La Marina
Avenida La Marina #2865
San Miguel - 578-2476
12° 04.628' S, 77° 05.653 W
The setup at BT La Marina is pretty standard: Steam room, sauna, Jacuzzi, rest area, and massage girls sitting by waiting for you. They also have a full bar and a restaurant.
I sweat, shower and soak. Again, it's going well. As I'm walking to the rest area, I pass some people eating. I order food, forgetting my later plans (first sign of weakness). They come and get me when my food's ready (chicken noodle soup, seafood fried rice and a pitcher of lemonade, delicious and all for the outrageous price of $8). When I'm finished, I walk over to the waiting massage girls (there were six available when I got there). They're all in the 20-30 year-old range, thin, and looking like massage girl hookers. No problem, I think. I have my resolve (second mistake).
I select Shantal. She was the tallest of the girls, maybe 25 years old, with her boobs all pushed up.
We get to the room, Shantal puts towels on the massage table, and a condom at the foot of the table. I move the condom away and lay down. Shantal takes off her clothes (warning!) and starts the massage. When she has me turn over, it is still safe, and the next thing I know, her lips are all over my crotch, the condom goes on, and she continues sucking (I'm sunk).
OK, it's not the **worst thing in the world**, but I was rationing myself for later today. Then, she's on top of me, grinding away. The next thing I know, she's on her back with her legs all akimbo, and I'm thrusting away like I'll never get to screw again. As expected, things finished up. Shantal even had the slip for me to sign all filled out in advance with the 120 Sole ($35.82) tip included.
My problem, looking back, was that she was too smart for me. She removed my two opportunities to say 'no' (when she asks if I want 'services', and when we negotiate the price). A brilliant marketing plan - just remove all chances for your customers to decline your offer, and you have a guaranteed sale.
Well, it wasn't horrible - she was talented and attractive. Shantal gave me her phone number and told me that she gets off work at 7 and that I can call her any time I want. She quoted me 200 Soles to come to my apartment. I didn't point out that the going rate was 150 because I was too pissed at my weakness and I wasn't going to call her, anyway.
I shower again, get dressed, settle up my bill and leave (192.50 Soles: $57.46 including the meal). Avenue La Marina has a bunch of places full of stalls that sell tourist junk. I spent a couple of hours window shopping and flirting with the girls in the tiendas. Incredibly, the stores with the pretty girls all seemed to have things I needed to look at and the stores manned by old sea hags had nothing of interest.
When I was done, I took a taxi back to the apartment, and here I am typing.
So in summary: no gourmet lunch, no sex in my apartment with a hot chick of my choice. Hopefully, gambling and tonight's plan will go more as I counted on.
***Back to after-the-fact reporting***
I spent a few hours gambling and wound up winning a little. I find out that I really wasn't in an exclusive group who was invited to the Marriott casino's grand opening - most of Lima was there, so I didn't play there at all.
After leaving the casino, I walked Pizza Alley, trying to set something up for tomorrow. I didn't see anyone I liked, so I went to plan 'B'.
Plan 'B' recognized that I wasn't yet fat enough, so I bought an entire large pizza and went home and ate it.
I tried to sleep, but couldn't, what with an entire pizza sitting in my stomach, so I got dressed and went back to Casino Miraflores where I got my ass kicked playing half-asleep blackjack until four in the morning.
An OK day, even though I was again reminded that I'm a spineless wimp.