If there's a better alarm clock than the one I experienced this morning, you can keep it.
I come to at around 5:00 to feel a hand stroking my dick. By the time I was up, the rest of me was too. Mirella pops a condom on me and pulls me into her. We go at it for quite a while. She seems happy, and it is all that I can do to pull the blankets back over us before we fall asleep again.
Like clockwork, 7:00 am rolls around, and Mirella's hands start wandering again. She sees that I'm awake, and puts my hand on her shaved pussy. Even in my semi-awake state, I know wet when I feel it. Mirella does whatever she does to get me ready again, and finds another condom.
I ask her to get on top, and she puts me off with, "later." So I get to work again. After a bit, something just clicked in her. She couldn't get enough. She grabbed my face and stuck her tongue down my throat and wouldn't let go. She's shaking, moving, grinding and moaning with the best of them.
After a while, it became pretty obvious that I was having a hard time finishing. She would have none of that, so off came the condom, and we found other ways to address the issue. That did the trick. We played around some more, and I was able to generate an OOB finish.
I don't know what happened or when, but she must have been enjoying herself. I can't imagine why she would feel the need to act during the 3rd time at 7 in the morning, and THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NO REASON FOR HER TO WAKE ME AT 7 IN THE MORNING TO HAVE SEX, EXCEPT THAT SHE WANTED TO. It was way past the point of "good customer service" - I was more than satisfied. My only theory is that the girls here are just really good at screwing, and they enjoy it
We finally got up again at 9:15. After showering, it turned out that she even looks good in the morning. Here's the proof:
Photos: Mirella 14 15 16 17
It took us until 10:30 to get our shit together and leave. I wandered around Miraflores for a bit before meeting CG for lunch. We were off to La Mar.
La Mar
Av. La Mar 700, Miraflores
421-3365
Noon - 5:00 pm daily
La Mar is another restaurant in the Gaston kingdom. It is officially a 'cebicheria', but the menu runs much further than just fish marinating in lime juice.
I opened with the mini-cebiche of conchas negras, and CG tried the causa. Causas are potatoes mashed and then balled up with different toppings. CG was being pretty experimental, and he said that he liked his a lot.
For my second course, I ordered sushi rolls. The fish was fresh, the wasabi was strong, and the rolls were delicious.
My main dish was yet another fish stew (I don't remember the name), and CG had fried shrimp over stringy rice noodles. These meals were plentiful, and would have been enough for any normal person for the entire day. And aside from plentiful, they were wonderful. We sat at the ceviche bar, so we could watch a lot of the stuff being prepared. The show is almost as good as the food itself.
We passed on dessert and coffee. The tab, including three sodas, and five dishes and a large additional tip came to 120 Soles ($37.50). A steal.
After lunch, I went home to rest at 2:30. I needed to rest. I needed to rest a lot. I didn't even remember to watch I Dream of Jeannie, that's how much I needed to rest.
I woke at 5 and was hungry. I didn't have dinner plans until 9:00 so I walked less than 100 yards to one of the millions of storefront restaurants in town for a bite.
For the royal price of 6 Soles ($1.87), I enjoyed a drink, a huge bowl of chicken soup, and a plate of Lomo Saltado and rice. If I had wanted to walk another block, I could have had the same meal for 4 Soles, but I figured that I was on vacation, so I could splurge.
Back to the apartment to type up some notes, and wait around. One of my friends from back home sent a birthday present for her cousin with me, and the cousin is due to stop by at around 8:00, and my friends are picking me up for dinner at 8:30.
The birthday present got delivered, and one of the guys that had befriended my on an earlier trip picked me up at around 8:15. After a Chinese buffet dinner at the Lima Club that was not noteworthy for the food, but certainly great for the talk and the catching up with friends, they announced that Wednesdays was their night to play, and we were off to Club 69, if that was an OK idea with me.
OK? It was an outstanding idea. I had tried to go Sunday (they were closed), and I wanted to get a look at the famous Xiomi. The guys figured out that all my babbling meant, "Let's go," so we headed for Surquillo and the club.
Club 69
John Paul Sartre 190, Surquillo
225-8294
Closed Sunday
http://www.clubsesentaynueve.net/
According to everything that I've read and heard, Club 69 is the top option amongst the high-end clubs. I would be hard-pressed to disagree.
Surquillo is the neighborhood right next to Miraflores, so it is not a long ride. The club is located right off Avenida Angamos. As soon as you turn off of the main drag, you're in an industrial-looking area. At the gate, you honk your horn, and a garage door opens into a secure parking lot.
I am sure that there is a (large) admission charge, but my friends are regulars at the club and have membership cards that grant them and their guests free admission. After getting patted down, we entered the club proper.
Club 69 isn't nearly as large as its reputation lead me to expect. The club measures about 40 feet by 120 feet, in basically three sections split up lengthwise. The first section contains the bar taking up about half of the left hand side. Above the bar is a stage with two poles. The right side had a stage and some tables around it. Rows number two and three were elevated for better sightlines and were filled with booths facing the bar/stage. Since it was Wednesday, only the bar/stage was being used. Weekends are another story, I understand.
I would estimate that there were about 30 girls working when we got there, dressed in your standard stripper/hooker outfits. And they were all very attractive, with a few stunners thrown in for good measure. There were two or three instances where my jaw dropped. Every third song or so, one of the girls would dance a one-song set, ending up either topless or totally nude, but the dances were more about having some eye candy than actually getting a look at these girls' goods - the lighting wasn't all that great. There were also a couple of choreographed dance numbers thrown into the mix, featuring one girl and two guy dancers. It wasn't anything all that special, but it was OK to watch.
The girls either milled about while talking to each other, or drank with customers. There was no hard sell from the girls at all - they wouldn't approach any customers unless invited. Some of them knew our guys, and they would stop by to say hello, but they didn't push themselves on us.
If you are interested in a girl, you invite her over and chat her up, probably buying her a drink in the process. If you hit it off, you can either spend an hour with her on-site or two hours off-site (presumably to include travel time) for the price of $100 to the girl. On top of that, there's a house fee that runs another 120-140 Soles ($37.50-43.75), depending on whether you take out or not (with take out being the cheaper option).
I didn't get a breakdown on drink prices, but they're not cheap. The three of us had a vodka and tonic, a water, and a RedBull, and the tab came to 91 Soles ($28.44). I am estimating that a night at Club 69 (including a girl) can easily run over $200. It's not something that I would do every day, but some of those girls were really beautiful, and I am betting that they are not all that high-mileage, if that matters.
The one thing that I didn't like about Club 69 was that the room had absolutely no facilities to handle the cigarette smoke. My eyes started to tear up a little, and that hasn't happened anywhere else this trip. All in all, it is an inconvenience that I would be willing to put up with, at least on occasion.
Right before we left, my friends had a talk with one of the waiters and he wound up bringing me an 'application' to fill out. When I was done, the manager came over to meet me. We shook hands, and he handed me a membership card. I was in! It's good to have friends in the right places. Now I will never know what the admission charge is!
We got into our cars and decided to head over to Club Eros.
Club Eros
Av. La Marina, San Miguel
(A half block to the right of the Silver Palace casino)
Closed Sundays
Everything that I hate about clip joint strip clubs/whorehouses can be summed up in exactly one or three words: Club Eros.
I have passed this place on the way into town from the airport, and have always wanted to stop by and take a look, so I was glad that the guys suggested it. I'm sure that there is a cover charge for the place - being with my friends who are regulars there got me in for free.
The main part of the club is one big room with a small dance area in the center, with surrounding booths. At the far left when you enter is the bar, which also serves as one of the places that the girls dance. There's an area behind the bar that is 'privado'. I'm not sure if short-time sessions are held there, or it's just more private.
There were ten girls working when we showed up at 12:30, and two other customers. Granted, it was a Wednesday night, and I understand that the place is busy on weekends.
I went to the bathroom as soon as we walked in. When I came out, I was assigned a hooker, who stuck with me like glue. STRIKE ONE. We sat down, and no sooner had our asses hit the seats when she asked me to buy her a whiskey. When I didn't answer right away, she asked one of my friends. STRIKE TWO. The drinks came, and my girl sucked hers down like she was a camel (the other girls hardly touched their drinks). STRIKE THREE. While the others were off dancing, she asked me if she could have another. STRIKE FOUR. After telling her 'no', she said she was going to the bathroom and didn't return. When one of the waiters saw that I was alone, he grabbed another girl by the hand and brought her over to introduce her to me. STRIKE FIVE - YOU'RE OUT! I politely told him that I was perfectly happy without company. What the fuck? Do these people think that I stumbled in there by accident? If I want a girl, I will walk up and talk to her, or lacking the Spanish skills, ask a waiter to bring one over. I just hate the feeling that someone's hand is in my pocket the entire time I'm in a club.
I'm sure that the girls are nice enough, even though they don't match up on the beauty scale to Club 69. But they're priced accordingly. The way I understand it, the price for one of the girls is 200 Soles (about $62). I don't know if that includes the salida or the short time room, but I can't imagine the club getting away with asking for any more than that in a city with as many options as Lima. And I understand that they're probably encouraged to hustle drinks by the management, but it is still annoying anyway.
We stayed at the club for a bit and then decided to leave. I have no idea what the drinks cost - these guys are going to cost me a fortune if they ever make it down to Florida!
I got dropped off at the apartment at 2:00 am, ready to slide between the sheets. I got to see a couple of places that I wanted to check out, and although it seemed so long ago, the day certainly started off with a bang with Mirella.
Thursday could shape up really well. I have the tentative date with Liz from Scarlets in the afternoon. Hopefully, it will work out.