RT here. Good morning.
I woke up this morning at 8:15 and checked my email. My boss asked me to call him. I guess he realized how unsatisfying yesterday's phone call was for me, because after going through some work things, he told me that I could take a few more days in Lima.
So now, I am going home very early on Tuesday morning. Very early. But now I get all of Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Nice.
First stop: Lunch. It was noon, so I headed over to the Cebiche Bar in Miraflores.
Cebiche Bar
Elias Aguirre 369, Miraflores
445-3491
I made a mistake by going to La Red yesterday. All other cebicherias are destined to fade in comparison. Even without the comparison, I am not sure that I would return to Cebiche Bar - it was good, not great. And there's plenty of great out there.
I had the "tri-adito" (basically the three tiradito sampler) and the scallops parmesan. As I said, they were both good, but not outstanding. With a pitcher of chicha morada, the total tab came to 50 Soles - a fair price for what I had.
My date with the girl that was set up by the taxi driver was set (and confirmed by him on the phone) for around 6:00 pm, so I decided to go back to the hotel and chill out in the Inkari's Banos Turcos.
It's really convenient that the hotel has its own facility - and it's pretty complete and in good shape. It's just a shame that none of the local people agree. I was the only customer. No customers = saunas that need to be turned on when you want them, Jacuzzis that are not heated, having to look for the towel boy when you want a drink, no hot water in the showers, and most importantly - few girls. There was only one masajista working (Tania). We talked a bit, and her math was: few customers = few chicas = fewer customers. She told me that she was starting a new job on Monday. She was nice enough, so I told her that I wanted a massage and nada mas. We went upstairs to a well-appointed massage room (hole in the table for your face). The massage was pretty good, and she only made one attempt at 'servicio', but I was saving myself for my date in an hour.
My driver called and said that he would be there soon. At 5:30, I get a call from the parking lot that my taxi is here. I go downstairs, and the car is there - no girl. After thinking about it for a day, I still don't understand it - he thought that I needed a cab. After apologizing a million times, I convinced him not to go get her wherever she is and tell her out of the blue that there's a date for her, and then hope that she doesn't have other plans, and then drive back to the hotel in traffic, all if she's available. I wasn't going to waste another two hours. I convinced him that I wasn't mad at him, and he left.
Luckily, there are more girls available here than there is sand on the beach. I searched the ads and called and asked for Camila (Here's a PDF of her ad). One of the pictures promised a very attractive chest:
The phone answerer told me that she was available at their incall on Av. Petit Thouars in San Isidro for 120 soles, or she could come to me for 170. It was worth the extra money to me to have the 'home field advantage', so I stressed that I wanted it to be the girl in the ad. She said that it was, and we went through the confirmation procedure.
At 6:00, someone called to tell me that she was leaving. It turns out that she was on hooker time, because Camila showed up 45 minutes later. No sweat - I expected nothing less!
She was a tiny girl, and was dressed no differently than any of the girls I see waiting for the bus or shopping on the street. I could see a big rack under the sweater, so I had some hope.
Photo: Camila 38
Camila is 20 years old. We sat and talked and kissed a little and talked some more. What a sweetie! She seemed a little nervous, and I'm not sure why. She unzipped her sweater to reveal a lovely cleavage. After a few minutes, she asked me if I wanted her to change her clothes. I was a little confused, and she pulled out the outfit that she had on in one of her ad photos - I guess the person on the phone thought that I was asking for the clothes in her ad. I agreed, and she came out of the bathroom wearing a gold-tassled outfit, and I was right about her rack - it was big and lovely, especially on a girl as small as she was.
Camila let me take some pictures of her in the outfit - the first is from her ad, the second is live in person:
Photo: Camila 39
We moved into the bedroom, and when her outfit came off, her rack was - if possible - better looking without the bra: big, firm, natural, friendly. Her blow job abilities were excellent, and the sex was pretty damn good, too. She was open to various positions, and moved and moaned in all the right places. Yeah, I know that she was working, but she (like most of the girls here) are very good at giving the impression that they're having fun. That sure makes it better for me.
After cleaning up, She let me take a couple of nude pictures, while hiding her face. I was really grateful - it was a body that needed to have its picture taken.
Photos: Camila 40 41 42 43 44
While I burned a CD with the photos for her, Camila wrote down her real name and personal phone number for me. She told me that if I called her again, she would bring some other outfits to model for some more pictures. She kissed me good-bye, and started to leave. I stopped her and reminded her that she forgot to ask for money. I paid her, and added a small tip. I got a better kiss from her, and we both went downstairs to leave for our respective evenings.
I may have figured out what it is that I like about the girls here (OK, one of the things that I like). You call up some girl or agency from an ad on the internet, they send someone over to your hotel for around $50, she shows up, and she doesn't look like a hooker. Take Camila, for example. She could have just as easily been one of the girls who bring drinks at the casino, or even one of the dealers. Or she could have been one of the pretty cashiers at the Pizza place the other night. Don't get me wrong, they're hookers - they come to your hotel room, take their clothes off, and have sex with you for money. And the girls who work in the clubs, although beautiful, look like hookers. These outcall girls are all sweet, friendly, and down to earth. It would just be pleasant talking to them if they were at the next table at a Starbucks - it's just way cool.
I put Camila in a taxi at 7:25, grabbed some ice cream at the place on the corner (delicious, and only $1), and took a taxi to Casino Mairaflores.
I don't know what it is about that casino this trip, but I can't get a break there. I lost the first five hands and decided that I didn't like how it was going, so I hightailed out of there with what was left of my dignity and went to the Hacienda where I took them for 120 soles in about an hour.
One of my 'perks' of my involvement with PeruTops is the connections I have made with the other guys. One of my fellow moderators put in a good word for me with a girl named Astrid. She is very well-reviewed, and not always available. I gave her a call, dropped the proper names, and we made a date for 2:00 in the afternoon tomorrow. Surprisingly, Astrid spoke great English, and I am pretty sure that there were no communication errors here. She told me that she would call tomorrow to confirm.
The next stop was the new casino (Atlantic City), where I recovered another $40 of my original losses. On a bad note, I stopped up at the sports book to make sure that they would be open for the Hurricanes football game tomorrow. Not only was the sports book closed, but it was set up with tables for some big convention that's going on all over the second floor. The guy I asked said that the sports book would be closed for a couple of weeks - this will require further checking. Now I will either have to listen on internet radio, or see if I can subscribe to some sort of TV feed for tomorrow's game. We may very well get whooped, but I'm a fan, and fans watch their team.
It was just after 11:00 when I left Atlantic City, and I walked through Parque Central and Pizza Alley, just to make sure that I didn't miss anything. Nope, all the not-so-beautiful hookers were there, being not-so-beautiful and very persistent. I try to be polite and say 'hello' when they make the first approach, but it is like feeding a stray cat - they don't leave you alone. On a side note, Starbucks Coffee stores continue to spring up like mushrooms after a hard rain - there's one just outside of Pizza Alley, and it seems to be very popular.
By 12:15, I was certain that I wasn't missing anyone special in the Pizza Alley area, and I grabbed a taxi back to the hotel.
Well, I've still got three more days to go. Astrid tomorrow, hopefully, and who knows what after that.