I woke up at 8:00 and spent some time catching up on my notes and cataloging/uploading photos to my hosting service. I want to get out of the hotel this morning, grab a coffee, walk around a bit, and give the staff some time to clean up my room. I have to be back by 11:00 for the football game, and I want the place clean for my date later.
I get back and start to listen to the massacre, all the while typing up my notes from the trip. At 1:00, I call Astrid to confirm. She knows my hotel, and I gave her the room number - it seems all set. Here's a link to her ad:
On a caprice, I tried the number of the hottie from Scarlets last week. Of all things, she answered the phone (she was sleeping). We talked a little; she had no clue who I was, but she understood that I wanted a date for tomorrow. Of course she agreed, and I sent her a text message with the day, time, and hotel address. It would be nice if this worked out (she's real hot), but I am not holding my breath.
I showered, shaved, and primped for my 2:00 appointment with Astrid. The game wasn't going well; I hoped that the date could cheer me up. She called at 1:45 to say that she was getting in a taxi.
Well, the days never go the way I plan them - that's part of the fun here.
She finally shows up at 2:30; her taxi took her to the other Hotel Inkari. I open the door and once again, I am surprised by how little these girls are, and how pretty Astrid is.
Astrid is 20-years-old, cute as a button, speaks English very well, is friendly, and, er, sweet.
She comes in, I put on some music, we order beverages, and get to talking. Well, she gets to talking, and I get to listening. This isn't a problem, as her English is great and she's got a brain in her very pretty head. We order up some wine for her and a soda for me. After a couple of hours (we didn't run out of subjects), she mentions that she's hungry. I ask her if she'd like to step out to grab a bite before hitting the sheets. She agrees.
I'm a little confused. It's not like I think that she's falling for me and can't stand to be without me, but she made no indication that we should move into the bedroom. I do have a certain charm, but I am not delusional. While talking, my hand was on her leg or back, or we would be holding hands for a minute or two. It was clearly not accidental touching on either of our parts, but it was moving really slowly. I just figured that she wasn't in a hurry, and I wasn't being an asshole, and there was a bottle of wine, so she might as well hang with me for a while as anywhere else.
She's clearly a pro at this - she purchases ads on escort mall sites and on Perutops (view her ad here), she explained the basics of proper phone etiquette in relation to dealing with customers, she understands that her English skills help her work. She also talked about having some regular customers and doing very well with them. If she's half as good in bed as she is in the social aspects of her job, I can well understand why. She also says that she has a get-out-of-the-business plan, and clearly a good head for business.
But despite all that, she's basically a 20-year-old girl at heart, not a cold, shark-like working girl. A good song comes on, she dances. A really good song comes on, she dances and sings. She plays head games with her girlfriends. When she told me that she was out drinking until 5 in the morning the other day, but bounced back fine, I said that's one of the advantages of being 20. Her reply: "Yeah, I'm lucky." In summary: women are confusing. Duh.
We put our coats on and leave for a snack. I suggest Tanta, and she counters with, "Let's go to Pasquales." When she saw that I didn't know it, she told me that it was also owned by my buddy Gaston Acurio, and I would love it.
Pasquale Brothers Sanguches
Av. Comandante Espinar #651 (two blocks before Ovalo Guiterez), Miraflores
447-6390
8:30 am - Midnight daily. Open until 1:00 am Friday & Saturday
Gaston is big on themes. This one is sandwiches. There's plenty of options, with just a few side dishes. I chose the Lomo Soltado sandwich, and Astrid orders the classic Peruvian chicharon (pork with chimote and onions). On the side, Astrid recommended the chocolo (corn), available with different sauces. Astrid had the ocopa sauce (not one of my favorites), and mine were covered in huaciana sauce (creamier and tastier). Add a couple of soft drinks, and the whole thing came to 37 Soles (around $12). They were fresh and delicious.
Under the guise of food photos, I was able to get two shots off of Astrid. They're not my best work, but you take what you can get. Here they are:
Photos: Astrid 45 46
Well, we go back from the restaurant and were back in the living room talking, when I made some clear signs that I was wanted to get on with the fun and games part of the evening. At 8:30, after kissing a little, she said that she would like to get paid first. I had no problem with that, and she told me that her fee was 200 Soles per hour. I gave her 250 Soles (I was planning to tip her handsomely when we were finished), and she told me that she had been with me for over six hours, and it came to way more than 250 Soles. It got way uncomfortable, and I explained (three times) that I had all intentions of paying whatever her rate was for time in the bedroom, but I certainly wasn't paying seventy dollars an hour to talk to her. We went back and forth for a while (both of us being very polite and not angry about it), with me trying to explain my differences between friendship and 'servicio'. She finally took a deep breath and said, "OK, here's what we're going to do. You pay me for two hours and we will call it even. I wasn't clear with you up front - I won't make that mistake again - and when we spend non-bed time together, I will do things like leave my phone on (it was off the entire time). All right?"
Well, 400 Soles came to about $125. I told her nothing doing, and handed her $200, saying, "Nope. Three hours. That's my final offer." I had every intention of giving her $200 anyway, and this way, I could be a little bit of the good guy, after being the bad guy.
I have no idea if she truly expected me to pay for all the time or was just testing me and hoping, but once we put all that behind us, it was behind us.
She got up, sat in my lap, and resumed the kissing session. The kisses were not deep, but we soft and wonderful and well… sweet. The next stop was the bedroom.
Her clothes came off, and she has a really nice body. Her breasts are small, but on her frame (she can't weigh 90 pounds), they were plenty ample. We got under the covers (It was a little cold), and got back to kissing and other stuff. Eventually, we got around to the main event, and her time working had not gone to waste. She was skilled, supple, and moved at all the right times and places. Four positions later, we finished in a flurry of me grunting and her groaning. It was a wholly satisfying experience, if I must say.
We cleaned up and got dressed. Astrid had a bachelor party to work at 11:00, and needed to go home to change and get ready. We made tentative plans to meet later (she would call me, she said), and go to the Golden Palace in San Isidro to play blackjack. I was hopeful (we both agreed that it would be off the clock), but I couldn't imagine her not getting some extra time-consuming work from the party that she was working.
After putting her in a taxi, I went to the Atlantic City Casino, where it took me an hour and a half to lose $50. I left and walked the Pizza Alley area, once again confirming that the hookers trolling there are, indeed, trolls. As Pizza Alley is only a small part of the bar/club/restaurant scene in Miraflores, the streets all around were jammed pack with girls (and I suppose guys) going out for the evening. Some of those girls were extremely beautiful, and many of them were very pretty. And it would no longer surprise me if I saw ANY of them at my door after making a call for a girl.
At 12:30, I decided that I was tired. I took a cab back to the hotel. If Astrid calls, I will go meet her. If she doesn't, I will understand. I may call her again on a future trip - I had a good time with her.
As I said, I didn't plan to spend 7 or 8 hours with a girl today. I also didn't plan on only eating a sandwich today. But that's what I did, and I enjoyed it. I might even do it again. It's 1:50 now and no call. I'm going to bed.