I’d fucked streetwalkers. I’d been with girls from the Christmas light bars. But I hadn’t set foot on the dance floor yet. Even though many people reported disappointing experiences with disco freelancers, I wanted to check out the dance hall scene...
After a late lunch at New York New York, I scouted the location of the Memo Club. Early evening, the street leading to Memo’s was littered with sheep/goat herders and their livestock. Later that night, I expected a different kind of meat market.
Chu Chu
Memo’s was tonight’s main event. I fancied a streetwalker as a warm-up act. Heading out around 9.30 PM, the usual suspects were turning tricks. When I spotted a couple of girls I’d never seen before, I followed them...
Chu Chu was an Indian-looking Oromo girl. Her friend was cute as well. Chu Chu asked for 300 ETB ST, but settled for half that amount. Let’s go!
When we got to my room, Chu Chu was in a hurry to take her clothes off. I told her to relax and got my camera out. None of the other girls had objected to pictures, but Chu Chu wasn’t into modeling. She insisted on being paid in advance. She wanted extra money for pictures...
Chu Chu’s attitude was all wrong. I sent her packing. She asked for money for her time. I opened the door for her...
Memo Club
The Holland game was on TV. After an enervating match, I relieved the tension by walking to Memo’s...
The Memo Club has a large outside terrace with a restaurant. The disco is dominated by a circular hardwood dance floor. Tons of girls were out on a busy Friday night. Body types ranging from petite to big booty. Great variety in hair styles. Many of the girls were cute, but I couldn’t spot any real stunners.
I ordered a beer and stood by the bar. Quite a few girls approached me - they weren’t my type. When I moved to the dance floor, I was molested by Jerry. With curly reddish hair, she looked really exotic. I danced with her for a while, but it was too early to commit myself. Jerry soon latched herself onto another punter...
My favorite girl had an exquisite face and straight hair, curling up near the ends. She was with an Ethiopian guy. A tall beauty standing by the bar also attracted my attention. She was talking to another faranji, but smiling at me...
I headed back to the dance floor and was surprised when the object of my affection rubbed her body against mine. I bought Betty a drink. As we were dancing by the side of the dance floor, Betty was constantly... watching TV.
TV addicts are generally bad news, so I cut Betty loose and went back on the prowl... The crowd started thinning. I spotted a few possible maybes, but couldn’t make my mind up. Finally, Betty launched another charm offensive. She wanted to go with me, but asked for 100 USD. I just started laughing and said: “Bye bye!”
A petite beauty walked in late. When I tried to strike up a conversation with her, Betty was quick to interject. Alisa was a friend of hers...
Betty wouldn’t let go. When she asked how much I was willing to pay, I offered her 300 ETB LT. She countered with 500 ETB and wouldn’t accept 400 ETB. It was almost 4 AM by now and I didn’t want to end up alone. I agreed to pay Betty 500 ETB, but made a very clear deal with her. Since I was getting fed up with girls waking me up early, I insisted we sleep until afternoon. And, of course, I wanted her to cure my “morning hard-on”.
Betty agreed... Betty
Just like Chu Chu, Betty was in a hurry to get undressed. When she wanted to take her sexy fishnet stockings off, I said: “No!” She took them off anyway. When she wanted to remove her skirt, another “No!” was blatantly ignored. I got my camera out. Betty wouldn’t allow pictures...
Betty wasn’t listening to a word I was saying. Her attitude was horrible. I knew taking her home was a mistake and I just wanted her to leave. When I handed her taxi money, Betty suddenly changed her tune. She put her clothes back on and made herself pretty for the photo shoot...
Betty was singing: “To the left, to the left...” I played the Beyonce song on my iPod and tried to teach her the lyrics. When I wrote the chorus down, it turned out Betty couldn’t read English. She used the Amharic alphabet to write Beyonce’s words...
I wanted to kiss Betty. She had a problem with her mouth. I wanted to suck on her tits. She only allowed sucking her boobs while she was holding them. I soon had enough of her antics and showed Betty the door again. Suddenly, kissing was no longer an issue...
I ate her pussy. That was more to Betty’s liking, even though she was quick to say: “Fuck me!” Her pussy was wet and Betty was a good fuck. But she wouldn’t allow me to kiss her after I’d eaten her pussy.
Photos: Betty - Memo Club 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83
After turning in at 6 AM, Betty woke me up at... 9 AM. That wasn’t the deal!
She said she had to go to school. Bullshit! I told Betty she was only getting half pay for half the work and handed her 250 ETB... Betty threatened to get the police involved. She said she had family living in the area and that it wouldn’t be safe for me to walk around. She was rambling in Amharic and got really agitated. This big, strong girl seemed pure evil, so I kicked her out... and threw the money and her shoes after her.
Betty went totally berserk. Her stomping on my door soon attracted hotel security. They called me in my room. I explained that she got half the promised reward for half the promised service. When I opened the door, Betty claimed I only gave her 100 ETB and demanded another 150 ETB. I assured hotel security that I paid Betty 250 ETB. They saw things my way and escorted Betty out...
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