Day 4 - Monday, 29 January 2007
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Day 4 - Monday, 29 January 2007
Day 4 - Monday, 29 January 2007
I was up at 8:30, and not feeling all that badly from my three nights of little sleep. I knew that it would catch up with me, but I was trying to push it as far as I could.
On a longer vacation, today would be a rest/tourism/no sex day, allowing me to recharge for the rest of the trip. But five nights is an awkward time, so I'm just going to forge ahead and hope that it doesn't catch up with me later this week.
One of the places that I did some research was on Mundo Anuncio (www.mundoanuncio.com). This is a 'Craig's List' type of site that has a lot of ads in the 'eroticos/profesionales' section. One ad caught my eye. Here's a PDF of it: Gianella's ad. The ad says that Gianella is 23, offers relaxing massages, will help you realize your fantasies and dreams, and her service is very special. Also, she's available at nine in the morning. The pictures in the ad were small, but I liked what I squinted at:
I replied to the ad before I left Florida, she answered the next day and told me that my Spanish was fine, and that it was 50 soles for just a head and foot massage, and anything further - well, we'd need to discuss it when she got there. She added her number and told me that she was waiting for my call.
Once again, I felt the need to reward a fine marketing campaign and follow up, so I wrote back that I would call her when I was in Lima. And this was the time.
When I called her at 9:00, it was clear that she just got up when the phone rang. The combination of her not understanding my Spanish and her still being half asleep wound up with her saying that she was not Gianella, and me saying sorry, wrong number, bye.
I was looking through my notes to find a Plan B (another visit to Jade came to mind), when my cell phone beeped. The screen told me that I had a text message:
"Hi. It's Gianella. I didn't understand you on the phone. I'm available, call me"
I knew that talking wasn't going well, so I replied to her via SMS. The exchange went something like this (all in Spanish, but my bad accent was missing):
"RT here. We exchanged emails last week. I wanted you to come over this morning."
"That sounds OK. Where are you?"
"<address>. When can you be here?"
"10:00 am. See you then."
Well, there you have it: the first ever outcall appointment set up totally via text message! The first ever for me, anyway. I'm not sure exactly why, but this seemed extra strange to me. At least when you make a date on the phone, you can get a little feeling from the voice interaction. I don't know if it was any less questionable for either of us setting it up this way, but I got a real kick out of ordering up a hooker via text message.
At 10:05, she messaged me that she would be right there, and the doorbell rang at 10:15. Not bad, not bad at all.
I open the door and there she is. I am not 100% sure that she is the girl whose picture is in the ad, but she was definitely the girl who responded to my emails - we discussed them while she was at the apartment. Gianella has a nice, thin body. Her face isn't outstandingly beautiful, but it was passable enough.
We sat in the living room and had a couple of glasses of orange juice. After a bit of nothing but small talk, she looked a little nervous, like I didn't understand what was supposed to happen next. I picked up on that, and suggested that we go in the bedroom.
As soon as we changed rooms, she faced me, put her arms around my neck, and gave me a long kiss. We lay down on the bed and took some more time kissing and talking. We hit it off pretty well, and she was patient with my limited vocabulary.
After about 15 more minutes, she made some noises about getting the program started, so I sad that sure, I would love to start with a massage. I took my shirt and pants off, and she did the same.
It was a massage in name only. Gianella immediately started to kiss me all over, even stopping at my mouth on occasion. Pretty much everything went with this girl - a very nice blow job, she was responsive to my oral attempts, sex in a lot of positions, all the while kissing and just being pretty damn loving and passionate throughout. We finally finished at around 11:30.
Photos: Gianella 25 26 27
After her shower, I took a couple of pictures, and then I asked her to do me a favor.
Lima is pretty large and not the easiest place to learn to get around. I had gotten my hand on a few different city maps, but none of them really did the trick. A few months back, I invested a few dollars from a guy at a red light and bought "Guia Capital." I wasn't expecting much, but I was pleasantly surprised. The map had a separate page for every district, and every street was listed, along with the numbering conventions (very important in finding the right place in Lima). I searched the internet and couldn't find anyone who was selling them, so I had made it a goal to try to rustle some more up this trip to make available to my fellow mongers.
I explained all this to Gianella, and asked her to call the publisher (listed in the map) and ask where someone could buy 20 more copies, preferably in either Miraflores or San Isidro. She immediately agreed (what great service these girls offer!) and called them up. Nope, no distribution points other than their office in Lima Centro, and I could stop by tomorrow in the morning for them. Gianella helped me find the address on the map - I was very grateful because I don't think the conversation with the publisher would have gone half as well if I had made the call.
We had never discussed money - I just gave her 20 soles for taxi (it cost 8 each way to her home in Barranco) and $60 (I figured $50 + $10 finders fee for helping with the map). She kissed me good bye and left at 12:10.
It was too bad that she didn't stay just a few more minutes. At 12:15, RBC shows up. We had made plans to meet for lunch so that we could compare notes on our night in Lima Centro.
We decided to head for the beach and have lunch at Punto Blanco. The restaurant is right on the ocean, in between Miraflores and Barranco. I had eaten there before, and had enjoyed the lunch buffet for only 39 soles. I wondered how they could afford to stay in business at that price, what with all the offerings. I knew that they would have to either raise the price or tone down the menu.
Luckily for us, they decided to just charge more. The price was now 49 soles, and the food options were endless. Five different cebiches, sushi, salads, easily 15 hot dishes (both seafood and meats), and a bunch of other stuff, plus dessert. Neither RBC nor I did the buffet justice, but we took the time to report to each other on the night before.
RBC took his leave and went out and satiated his needs elsewhere, but that's his story to tell. I filled him on my 'no sex in the champagne room' adventure. RBC seemed to agree with me: It doesn't make economic sense to not offer additional services (or at least make it easier to obtain) in these clubs. We're both sure that it could be negotiated, but it really just isn't worth the time and effort.
We were both slightly shot out after lunch, so we went back to our respective homes and decided to meet at midnight to check out Club 69. RBC had not been there before, and I had burned a CD with Naomi's photos, and another with some songs she liked, and I wanted to give them to her. I was back at the hotel, and passed out on my couch by 2:30 in the afternoon.
I came to at around 5:00, still pretty groggy. Maybe I'm getting too old for this stuff, but what the hell - I can sleep when I get back home and I'm at work. I staggered around the apartment for a while and watched some "I Dream of Jeannie" in Spanish, and then I headed down to Miraflores.
It was too early to lose any money, so I walked around LarcoMar for a little while. LarcoMar is a very nice outdoor mall at the end of Avenue Larco, nestled into the cliffs facing the ocean. The mall is about 100 feet from the entrance of the Marriott Hotel, but you can't see it from the street - you just have to know it's there. There's probably 100 stores there, a few restaurants, a bowling alley, a multiplex movie theater, an few very high-end legit discos, a Hooters, a Starbucks, and the occasional free-lance girl in search of a rich tourist to show around the city.
I people watched for a while, and then killed the next few hours moving between the Marriott, Casino Miraflores and Hacienda casinos, winning, winning, and losing. There is a Texas Hold 'Em poker tournament every Monday at the Marriott, and I crashed the poker players-only buffet and scarfed down some dinner at the casino. All three casinos will feed you to some extent, but the buffet was a little better than the sandwiches or empanadas that they normally offer you.
I met RBC at midnight at the entrance to Pizza Alley. There wasn't much action there at midnight; Monday is a pretty slow day. We took a taxi to Club 69.
Club 69 is arguably one of the top two high-end clubs in Lima (the other being Emmanuelle). Admission, drinks, and the girls are all expensive, but the quality of the women there is top-notch, and even on the busiest of nights, I have never seen more than a third of the girls get a paying date (granted, I don't stay there all night when I visit), so you get a combination of both beauty and low mileage.
The club is in Surquillo, a 5 sol cab ride from Miraflores. We enter at about 12:30 (I have a membership card, so they waive the admission charge for me & my guests). It was very slow on Monday, but it felt real good having one of the prettiest girls (Naomi) run over and hug and kiss me as soon as we walk in. I told her that we were only there for two reasons: first, so that I could show the club to my friend, and second because I brought her the two CDs with the music and her pictures. She was ecstatic, and lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.
If Naomi is beautiful when she's at my apartment in the afternoon wearing jeans and a tank top, she is absolutely stunning when all dolled up in the club. And I understand why she does it: she is indeed one of the prettiest girls working there, but there are plenty of others there who could give her a real run for her money. Although there were only about 20 girls working that night, at least five were outstanding, with the others scattered between passable (3 or 4 of them) and very good looking (the rest).
RBC and I sat down at the bar, ordered drinks, ogled the girls, chatted with Naomi and watched the show. Sometimes, a girl does a one-song strip. Other times, you get a production number with one girl dancer and two boys. Sometimes the girl winds up topless (displaying a nice fake rack), and sometimes not - it seems to be pretty random.
Even though I told Naomi that I was going home alone that night, hope sprang eternal for her and she spent most of the 45 minutes that we were there in my lap. I guess that there are worse ways to spend an hour, so I really didn't mind. Naomi also seemed to understand when even though my hands remained on her, my eyes would wander. There were a couple of girls that I would have liked to talk to and maybe get their number, but it was not to be. I'll be back, so I'm not all that worried.
The club is pretty much in the middle of nowhere, so you're stuck with the few drivers that spend their whole night sitting outside the club, hoping to get a gringo to rip off. RBC and I left at 1:15 and had the driver take us back to Miraflores and leave us off at Tequila Rock. The normal fare is 5 soles, so I just handed the guy a 10 sol bill when we got out of the cab.
Nothing doing, he told us, the fare is 20 soles. I was mad and RBC was livid. It's true that we didn't ask when we got in, but I felt that a 100% markup was sufficient. The discussion was taking place through the driver's window (RBC and I were outside) when we caught the attention of a cop. He came over and asked what the problem was. My Spanish was good enough to explain that we were being gouged. He listened to me, got my story, and then got virtually the same story from the driver. The cop sort of ruled in our favor, but the driver would hear nothing of it. I didn't want this to become a federal case and get back to the club (I'm a member, after all) over $3, so I told the cop that I was stupid and didn't ask first, but I know what the price should be and that I was being ripped off, and then I gave the driver the 20 soles. After he left, the cop commiserated with me, and reminded me to always ask the fare first. That's good advice anywhere, but especially at Club 69. Next time, if I get an equally greedy driver, I will just have the parking lot security guy get me a street taxi, even if it takes a few extra minutes. Hell, I will even tip the bouncer the 10 soles, just to reward actual work and penalize the tourist hustle.
I got over it quickly. The bottom line is that this rarely happens to me in Peru, and I surely wasn't going to let $3 rent any space in my head for anything over a minute.
I used my second free pass for Tequila Rock, and RBC paid his way in. We made our way to the first bar, immediately on the left, and got seats facing the dance floor.
Tequila Rock was also pretty empty, but there were a couple of lookers. I was pretty thoroughly drained at this point, but it was killing me to do no more than smile at the blonde with the nice rack who had positioned herself in my line of sight. She was just adorable.
I stayed for one drink, bid RBC farewell for this trip, and took a cab home. It was all that I could do not to call Naomi and tell her to stop by when she got out of work, but having her stop by was, sadly, all that I would have been able to do, so I drifted off to a fitful sleep at about 2:30. I had one full day left, so I wanted to make the most of it.