I've been here so long now, I'm starting to feel like a local.
OK, except that I don't have to go to work, and I spend all day shopping, screwing and gambling. So maybe like a local who has a rich dad, but a local nonetheless.
I slept in and went to Starbucks for my morning drink and email session. Then I headed back home to see who was available for an incall. This time, I was determined.
I searched a couple of sites, but I finally settled on Paola from Placeres Del Peru. Her page is now gone from the site, but she was the second call I made, and she answered.
"Sure, " she said. "You can come and see me at 12:30. The price is 120 Soles ($35.82) for the hour. Here's my address."
It turns out that her incall location was in Miraflores, only a five to ten minute walk from the apartment. I shower and do my best to make myself presentable and walk on over.
The apartment is on a pretty busy shopping street, on the second floor over some stores. I get buzzed into the building and am met at the door by a freshly-showered (hair was still wet), not thin as a rail, smiling young girl.
Paola lets me kiss her cheek and lets me in. It's a nice apartment. The living room has no furniture, and she takes me into one of the bedrooms which had a table, two chairs and a bed.
Photos: Incall 12 13
She explains that she shares the incall apartment with a couple of other girls (it is a two bedroom, with a kitchen, two bathrooms and a laundry room). None of the girls live there, they just use it for work. She told me that this apartment (it would be really nice if furnished) goes for a whopping $300 per month, and that's in the good part of town.
She also had three telephones. One with the business number, her personal one, and I didn't quite get what the third one was for. Later on, she gave me her personal one to call her directly. I have no clue how the operation runs (it's really none of my business), but I felt like it was an accomplishment just getting to an incall.
In the cama, everything went real well. Plenty of DFK, then a nice BBBJ for a while. She let me go down on her and seemed to enjoy it (who knows?), before the condom went on and we tried out a few different positions. She also let me take some pictures before, during and after the fact (the red outfit went on after).
Photos: Incall 14 15 16 17 18 19
Paola seemed overly excited when I gave her 150 Soles (a 30 Sol tip), and made me promise to call her when I came back. She was a nice date, but there's so many fish in the sea, it's difficult to repeat, so I don't know if I will or not.
I shopped a little downstairs and then splurged and had an 8 and a half Sol ($2.54) lunch at Cebicheria "Amiga"
For my two and a half bucks, I shoveled down my throat a cebiche mixto (all kinds of seafood), an order of pescado relleno (fish stuffed with seafood), some potatoes, and an Inca Kola. By now, if I had to hibernate, I would be good for months.
Since it was the Friday after Thanksgiving, there was football to be watched, so I went to Corner Sports bar, where I chatted up my friend, the waitress, ate wings (not bad), and watched some football.
The waitress is 28 years old, separated, lives with her mom, has one son (3 years old) and is just an all-around happy chick. Her day off is tomorrow, but either she was politely telling me no, or had other plans, so she couldn't take me around town in the afternoon. At least I asked. I did get her email address, so I can send her the photos I took of her.
After the game, I went and bought Georgina a piece of chocolate cake. She passed on dessert the night before, and I felt like I owed her. I brought it over to her tienda and hung out for about an hour and chatted with her some more.
I told her that I had plans for tonight and Saturday nights, but that I wanted to see her again before I left on Sunday morning, so I will stop by her store for lunch tomorrow. We discussed the menu, and I went on my way.
At this point, I decided that it is **real** easy to meet girls here. Maybe it's easy everywhere and the change of venue changes my attitude, but I don't think so. I think that it is more of a case that these girls think differently than American chicks, plain and simple.
I wandered through the tourist shops and bought a few more Christmas presents and looked at a nice leather bag that would be much better than my knapsack for my laptop. It's $45, but it may be worth it. I will probably buy it tomorrow. I walked home and changed for the evening's gambling.
I wanted to say goodbye to the waitress, so I burned a CD with the photos I took of her and took the 'Canes hat she wanted and I stopped by on the way to the casino. I took one more chance and asked her if she wanted to go with me to the casino when she got off work.. She said that she would like that and she was done at 10:30, so I settled in and watched the Heat lose and waited for her to finish. At 10:15, she told me that she couldn't leave work with me, so she would meet me there.
We met at the Marriott, and it turned out that she didn't know how to nor like to play blackjack, but liked the slot machines. So we played for about an hour, and actually won a few dollars. I got my money back, and she wound up keeping our $10 profit. We left the casino, and went across the street to LarcoMar Mall. We walked around, had a cappuccino, and talked a bit. She decided that she was hungry, but all the restaurants (except Hooters) were either closed or closing. Before settling on the KFC, I asked a taxi driver if he knew any restaurants that served steak that were still open on Friday night.
***NOTE: My Spanish sucks. Hardly anyone there speaks English. When I say, "I asked" or "we discussed", it's a shame that there isn't a camera filming me. I'm sure that it's a riot.***
He suggested El Parrillon (Ave. 28 de Julio #795, 445-3061). It was very close to where we were, and it was open until at least 2 in the morning. As a bonus, the food was really good, too. We had a paridilla for 2 (a bunch of different meats served on a little hibachi), a glass of wine for her, a bottle of soda for me, and an extra salad, all for 104 Soles ($31.04). Well worth it, and recommended. They didn't take credit cards, so I paid cash.
It was late and she wanted to go home, after working all day. It really didn't seem appropriate to suggest that she could sleep over, so I said, OK, let's get a taxi. It turns out that she has a regular taxi driver. He's an older guy that takes most of the waitresses from the bar home. Her theory is that she is safer with a driver she knows. I see the point, but I wouldn't do it myself. But I'm not a single girl. Anyway, the guy's on the other side of Lima, so we talk and wait a half hour, and he shows up. We drive a bit and get to her apartment building. I tell him to wait while I walk her to the door. She arranges for him to pick me up and take me to the airport Sunday morning. I walk her to her building and kiss her good night. A nice, chaste kiss on the cheek, and a quickie on the lips. A first date kiss, if there ever was one. The guy drives me home and tells me that the total for the cab ride was 25 Soles. I estimated that it should cost 15, but what the hell. Then, he tells me that it will cost 35 Soles to the airport on Sunday. The street price is anywhere from 15-25, so I think that he's taking advantage. I will call him Saturday and cancel. I can get my own taxi. They're everywhere here. I'm back in the apartment at 3:20, and I start thinking.
What the fuck am I doing? I come here to screw around with hookers, not date civilians. A few months ago, one of the girls I picked up at Tequila Rock became my girlfriend and that sure ended badly. So this trip, I have not one, but two civilian prospects working, and I don't live here, and neither of them speaks any English, and I won't get to be back for a couple of months, at the minimum. And I'm going on freaking **dates**. The kind where you walk them to their door and kiss them good night. The kind that, if we went out a bunch of times, things would progress slowly. Yup, just what I need. How insane can I get? Well, there's still one more day, so it could get worse. I have lunch planned with one, and the other told me to call her before I leave. Jesus.
I decide that with only one day left, how much trouble can I get into? Not the best thought I've ever had, but it leads up to an action-packed final day in Lima.