Day 1 - Friday, 26 January 2007
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Day 1 - Friday, 26 January 2007
Day 1 - Friday, 26 January 2007
Since I was freshly showered and had been in the country for over an hour already, I felt that it was time for a girl. One of the many escort mall sites in Lima is Chicas De Infarto (www.chicasdeinfarto.com). I had narrowed down my choices to five or six girls from that site, and one of them was Jade. Here's a link to a PDF of her ad: Jade's ad. I suspected that Jade worked for an agency (as opposed to being truly independent) because of the 24/7 availability listed on her ad. My success rate with getting the girl I asked for with agencies was only about 50% (I've only once had a bad date; it's just not the girl in the ad), but I planned to be firmer when I called today.
The phone was answered by a girl who claimed to be Jade. She said that she was available, and she could come to my apartment in San Isidro. Then I got all tough to avoid the bait and switch:
RTG (in bad Spanish): I want to make sure that it is really Jade who shows up.
Girl on Phone (in Spanish, too): Huh?
RTG: Sometimes, when I ask for one girl, a different one shows up.
GoP: Huh?
RTG: If it is not Jade, I am sending her away and not paying.
GoP: Look, your Spanish stinks. Do you speak English?
The last thing I expected was a booker for a Lima hooker to speak English. Once we could communicate, I explained that I had my heart set on Jade, and nothing else would do. Her answer: "You want Jade, I'll send you Jade. No problem."
The problem came when she said that it was 200 Soles for Jade to come to me. I said that was nuts, and it should only be 150. She told me that Jade was at an apartment in Miraflores, and it was 160 Soles ($51) for an incall. I was going to wind up in Miraflores anyway, so I got the directions (go to a street corner and call me from there) and we set an appointment for 5:00 pm.
Right before I left, I called Naomi. Naomi works at Club 69, is very beautiful, and I had a good time with her back in October. She was glad to hear from me, and of course would be willing to come by my apartment tomorrow afternoon - I should call her around noon to confirm the time. As I leave the apartment, I introduce myself to the doorman, tell him that I will be there for a week, give him 20 Soles, and tell him to split it with the other doormen. I figured that the $6 wouldn't break me, and then the guys I don't know would all be clued in to hold the door for the old gringo with the pretty young girl.
Well, the street corner was just three blocks from Pizza Alley, right off of Avenue Benavides. I make the call, get the correct address and apartment number a block further away, and head over. The building is a residential building. The doorman asks what apartment I'm going to, and holds the elevator door for me.
I ring the bell, the door opens, and there's Jade, looking just like her photos, only dressed. She's clearly the girl in the ad, and was just a little taller than I am used to in Lima, probably 5'7" or so. She smiles, says hello, lets me kiss her cheek, and walks me through the living room into one of the bedrooms. She asks where I saw her ad, and wants to know if I was there for an hour or just a half. I told her an hour, gave her the money, and she told me that she would be right back.
The bedroom was a small room with a clean bed, a chair, and a fan. I looked out the window for a minute or two while she went and did whatever the girls do while they are gone with your money.
When she returned, she sat me on the bed, straddled my lap, and gave me a big, long, deep, kiss. We then talked a little, and it turned out that the booker had let her know that I asked for her specifically, and she hoped that I wouldn't be disappointed, after picking her and all.
She then spent the next 45 minutes making sure that I wasn't disappointed. Jade was a great kisser, showed quality oral skills, had a clean and tasty pussy, and had plenty of the right moves and right moans, in all of the right places. Multiple positions were not a problem, and if I was the kind of guy to go more than once in an hour, I do not think that would have been an issue. At one point in the festivities there was a knock on the door. She put on a towel and left for a second, and when she returned she got her tube of lubricant and passed it out the door. We didn't need it. All in all, a bravura performance from, essentially, a blind date.
We lay in bed talking for a while. Jade told me (in Spanish) that she works six days a week from 8 am to 7 pm, and that two girls were based in this apartment. She told me that she was 23 years old (her ad said that she was 20), and she lived right in Miraflores. It turned out that she didn't have any plans for the evening and she liked Italian food. We made a dinner date (and more - I really enjoyed our time in bed) for 9:00. I gave her my phone number, told her that I would be playing blackjack in one of the Miraflores casinos, and she could meet me somewhere convenient to the both of us. She didn't let me take any pictures, but told me that we could get some at dinner later in the evening. I also gave her 20 Soles to cover her taxi to meet me later. Here are a couple of her photos from her ad:
As I left the apartment, I called a couple of friends and set up a lunch meeting for 4:30 tomorrow, and walked down to the Marriott hotel to play some cards.
Nine o'clock rolls around, I'm winning at blackjack, and I wait for the phone to ring. No call from Jade. 9:30, no call. 10:00, still no call. I'm disappointed - I had a good time with Jade in the afternoon, but the night is young. I cash in my chips and walk up to Pizza Alley at 10:15.
Pizza Alley is literally, a pedestrian street full of Italian restaurants and bars, right in the middle of Miraflores. All of the restaurants have indoor and outdoor seating, and there's usually plenty of hustle and bustle there. There are often plenty of young, single women looking to meet a handsome tourist there, too. I walk through the street, but don't see anyone that really strikes my eye, or many unattached women at all, for that matter.
I decided to wait a bit to let the crowd 'turn over' so I sat at a bench in Parque Central and just rested for a few minutes. Here's a shot of Pizza Alley at night, from my bench:
While waiting, I was approached by a couple of (there's no other accurate description) beasts, asking me if I wanted some company. I politely declined, explaining that I was waiting for a friend. I took one more stroll through the alley, but the pickings were slim, so I decided to head over to Tequila Rock.
Tequila Rock is a free-lance bar/disco in Miraflores. Girls show up, guys show up, they fall in love, cut a deal, and leave together. The bar makes no money on the transaction, just the cover charge and drinks, which are slightly higher priced than in a normal bar, but not by much. The setup is very similar to the Blue Marlin in San Jose, Costa Rica, except there's no casino or hotel attached, and it's smaller. But the feeling is similar, and if you're OK at the Hotel Del Rey, you will do fine at Tequila Rock.
I like the place a lot more than the Blue Marlin, but only because the girls seem to be less hardened. You find the occasional secretary looking to supplement her rent, but most of them are pros, IMNSHO. The place opens at around 9:00, but doesn't really get going until midnight. Many girls will open the negotiations at US$100, but I usually wind up paying $50-70 for short time (usually two hours) or $100 for all night. Also, the music isn't too loud, the staff there is friendly, and there's plenty of room to schmooze and socialize.
Remember - I'm cheap. Why pay for stuff when I don't have to? Around the corner from Tequila Rock is the Hotel Maria Luisa. It's not a great property, but it's right in the middle of Miraflores, very reasonably priced, extremely chica-friendly, and it's pretty popular with visiting mongers. They have also had free passes for Tequila Rock in the lobby when I met some people there on a previous trip. I walk up to the front desk and don't see any passes. A solution hits me: lie. I ask the girl at the desk if I should speak in English or Spanish. She chooses Spanish. With a straight face, I stumble through the following: "When I stayed here last year, you had passes for Tequila Rock. Do you have any more?" She looks in one of her desk drawers and pulls out two cards and hands them to me. "Gracias," I say, and get out of there before she asks any questions.
I get to Tequila Rock at around 11:30. My pass passes inspection, and I enter. The club is still fairly empty - maybe 30 girls are there and 15-20 guys. I grab a seat in at the bar on the far left of the club. For the most part, the pretty girls are coming in later, I hope, so I settle down with a bottle of club soda and watch the crowd arrive. I have to put off a couple of girls early on ('I'm waiting on a friend' always works), but for the most part, I'm left alone.
Your admission (free or paid) gets you a free drink. The girls don't pay to get in, but they get a drink ticket as well. Two girls sit next to me at the bar and order their free drinks. Shirley (the one closer to me) orders a glass of juice. She's not all that attractive, but she seems to be good friends with Cinthia (drinking a screwdriver), a short, slightly darker skinned girl with a nice smile and a small, but attractively displayed rack.
The three of us get to talking. I'm being polite to Shirley, but Cinthia is the object of my attention here. We go through the usual discussion (Where am I from? Work or play? First time here?, etc.), and I see that the girls' glasses are empty. I offer to buy another round. Cinthia gets a second screwdriver, and then Shirley orders up a Baileys'.
WTF? When the house pays, she gets juice, but when some American is buying, she goes top shelf. My body language clearly shows my displeasure, and she offers to get another juice. I tell her to enjoy her drink, and I focus all of my discussion efforts on Cinthia. By now I am sitting in between the two of them, so Shirley is effectively cut out of the conversation.
Cinthia and I are getting a little touchy-feely, and she asks me if I like to and want to dance with her. I tell her that although it's not a pretty sight, I would love to dance with her, just not there. She asks why, and although my first-grade Spanish really couldn't get the point across that I am always embarrassed for the old gringos dancing with the beautiful young hookers in Tequila Rock, she did understand that I would be happy to dance with her elsewhere. It was probably 12:30 by this point (the club was filling up nicely, but I had made my choice), and I asked her if she wanted to leave.
I had to explain that I only wanted to leave with one girl (her), and she should say good-bye to Shirley now. Like the professionals that they are, they said whatever to each other, and we left Tequila Rock and headed for Barra Extreme.
I discovered Barra Extreme back in November. It was on the same street as my hotel (Av. Grau, cdra. 2). The club had just opened back then. The atmosphere was nice, the drinks were cold, and the music was pop-dance music. Cinthia was impressed that I actually knew a club that was appropriate for our needs, so in we went.
We walked in with a group of six people that the doorman knew, so I'm not sure if there was no cover or the doorman thought that we were with his friends. We walked past the first bar and through the dance floor to the rear bar. After enjoying our beverages and watching the crowd (early 20s through 40s - much older than the clientele at many other Miraflores discos), we hit the dance floor for a while.
As were dancing (my trick is to not do anything too ridiculous on the floor and hope that everyone is looking at the pretty girl), I was scoring points with Cinthia, simply by not just rushing her home and pawing her to death. These girls may be hookers, but they're girls, too, and I have found that when I treat them as such, there's usually a positive payoff when I finally do jump their bones. While I'm dancing, and we're sweating, and just having a good time, I think, "THIS is why I come here. Not only do I get laid, but this is not a situation that I would ever find myself in back home."
We dance, rest, drink, talk, dance, rest, dance. Cinthia tells me that she has to be home by 4:00 am (4:30 at the latest), so we finish our drinks and leave the club and get to my apartment at around 2:00.
As we're sitting in the living room making out, Cinthia tells me that she is having a great time with me, but if things go any further, there will have to be an exchange of money at the end. I tell her that it's not my first time either, and I understood. We then had the uncomfortable talk of 'how much', and when neither of us would be the first to name a price, I told her not to worry - I would do the right thing.
Photos: Cinthia 01 02 03 04 05 06
We each took a shower, and moved into the bedroom, where Cinthia proved to be both passionate and skilled. We spent the better part of an hour wrinkling the sheets and ensuring that both of us would need another shower (she insisted on closing the windows in the bedroom). I don't remember the exact details, but at one point I decided that I had picked well that evening.
She was showered and dressed right at 4:00. I gave her $80 and 10 Soles for a taxi home. She made a lame attempt at complaining and asking for $100, but I would have none of it. I told her $100 was for all night, and I only gave her $80 because she spent a lot of time with me at the club and at the disco. She smiled and told me I was right. She then gave me her phone number and email address and told me to call her again, so I guess that she wasn't disappointed. I burned a CD for her with her photos, and took her downstairs and put her in a taxi. I was back in bed and asleep by 4:30. A long, but excellent, first day.
| By Mjgdogs on Thursday, February 22, 2007 - 11:29 pm: Edit |
Hey gooch;
Cinthia looks real nice. Good choice, better than claudia, who looks a little worn, also isn't it time you retire the Miami Hurricanes hat, winning the Humanitarian Bowl on the Blue turf is not exactly winning a BCS bowl game. And 2007 does not look very good for the criminal canes either.