Part II - Ebb Tide

The period of time when the sea level declines after the peak of the tide cycle, and water moves seaward, eventually reaching low tide.

I had breakfast the morning after with Epi and Xenono, who had arrived late the previous night, bringing the Hombre contingent up to 6. Later in the morning we joined the rest of the crew, plus a couple of Singaporeans, for a foray into the Hui Hua’s basement. The Hui Hua has an excellent foot massage facility, which we were eager to take advantage of.

I had a fantastic massage. Another Singaporean guy showed up later, whom I will call Carolina Man, and I had a chat with him about general girl difficulties. He had some enlightening things to say that certainly helped me put things into perspective. The gist of it was basically that even Chinese-speaking mongerers confront the same problems that foreigners do. Girls in China pull the same crap on them too. He said it really boils down to the nature of the girl – they either pull crap or not. Language ability was not relevant. It really was luck of the draw.

The night time plan was another KTV visit, this time to the Crown Prince, a place I had visited last year and walked away empty-handed. At least I was heartened by news that the Prince now had a gauntlet system in place, as opposed to the room system we suffered through last year.

We met up at 6:15 in the lobby. We were now joined by Iznogood, who arrived that day, and his friend, Lone Wolf. We teamed up with about 6 Singaporeans, so there 14 of us piling into 2 large vans for the journey down to the Crown Prince, a 20 minute drive south of the hotel.

The Prince has a huge lobby, and why they didn’t use it for the gauntlet is beyond me. Instead they held it in a nightclub that was adjacent to the lobby, which with tables, chairs and couches interspersed with the girls, was not very conducive to walking around. The “normal” girls were in the main nightclub, situated in a sunken area accessed by a large, curving staircase. The “models” were in a more intimate bar, located at the top of the staircase.

I was quite disappointed with the small number of girls lined up. We were a bit early, as they were still streaming in, but still the numbers were small. And to think the Prince had something like 700 girls when I visited last year.

As I headed downstairs, the girl walking in front of me stumbled on the last stair, then tripped on the recovery. Then she knocked the couch behind her out of place. She was quite klutzy and equally hilarious. She turned about three shades of red in embarrassment. She was also fairly good looking, slender, and had nice boobs. I was immediately interested in her and placed a bookmark.

I walked around a bit with Sukhumvitter. He had to return home, so he wasn’t staying the evening. He just wanted to gander at the lineup before leaving. He pointed out a girl with a darker complexion that he was interested in. Since we have similar tastes, I was interested in her too, and placed another bookmark.

At some point later I checked out the model lineup in the bar area upstairs. I was shocked at how poor the quality was in this “model” lineup. The hottest women in the room were the 3 mamasans. And I kid you not, these women were smoking hot. Epi and MX were marveling over them as well.

I decided to pull the klutzy one. When I went to pull her, the mommy informed me that she was on the rag, so she could only sit. She was not available for sex. Chagrined, I resumed my search. The girl that Sukhumvitter had pointed out gave me the cold shoulder, so it became something of a struggle to choose. The Fu Hao and Jia Yi were loaded to the brim with quality girls I could have chosen. The Prince was experiencing something of a drought.

I finally settled on a short, skinny girl with a really big rack, a late arrival who I did not see on my early circuits. Xiao Yun, which I am told means “little cloud,” hailed from Hubei. One of the service girls led us to our room, which was in the back “cave room” complex, a separate building out by the Vegas style pool. It was a huge room, with a 20 foot ceiling. More Singaporeans showed up. There must have been 20 guys and at least 30 girls, since so many guys select two (or three) girls. Due to budgetary constraints in place for the trip (there is global economic crisis going on), I always stuck with one.

It turned out my girl had only been working ten days. Yet another first timer with a foreigner. She was also quite shy in the room, the polar opposite of my first two nights. She wouldn’t kiss, which made me hesitant to take her. But given the limited options available, I wound up pulling the trigger later anyway. She did treat me well, and consistently fed me.

Iznogood wound up with two girls next to me. One of them was the klutz who was on the rag. He decided to bring her up for company, so that gave me the opportunity to surreptitiously flirt with her a bit. When little cloud floated to the restroom to relieve herself, I got the klutz’s phone number.

I never realized what a rough party animal Xenono is. I’ve spent some time with him in Jakarta, where he was always quite mild-mannered. But put this guy into a KTV room, and he turns into John Travolta on Quaaludes. There he was, out on the dance floor, spinning his girl around over his head. Later he tripped, body slamming her into the floor. I now call him Skullcrusher.

I am almost always the first in the group to leave the KTV. A few hours is all I need – I am too eager to unwrap my present and get started, preferring this to hanging with the guys all night. This night was no exception. On this occasion Smitty left with me. As soon as we got to the room, we stripped and made out on the bed. Little cloud possessed some phenomenal tits. They were huge, and topped off with Murasaki eraser nipples to boot. We showered and then got down to business.

She had a super sensitive body. I spent 90 minutes servicing her body, those tits, that pussy. Things were going very well. It appeared that I was about to break out of my slump…. And I swear, the mongering gods must have been pissed at me for some reason, because just like the previous night, things suddenly went south.

Out of the blue, her tits suddenly hurt. Then she stopped her blowjob after a minute and said her mouth hurt, so she wanted to give me a hand job instead. Then her phone started ringing. She stopped several times to have conversations. After several trials and tribulations and getting her to turn the damn phone off, I finally got it in. But damn she had a loose box and I could get zero traction. Especially with a condom, such a situation is a lost cause. I finally had to give up and do a combined titty fuck cum hand job, blowing on those melons to finish it off.

When she came out of the shower, she was genuinely surprised to see me gathering her stuff – she thought she was staying the night. And to add insult to injury, she protested over the 500 yuan I gave her. She tried to tell me she was a 600 girl with a different badge color. But I knew she was a 500 girl and called her bluff. She gave in. Back into the bathroom to dry her hair, the phone rang again, about the 5th call. It was the same guy. I was pretty steamed by this point, made her hang up and immediately booted her out the door. She was pretty chastened when she left. 0 for 4. It was turning into one of the most unsatisfactory mongering trips I’ve ever been on.

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I had breakfast with Smitty the next morning. Later at lunch, everyone went to some big gathering at a Hunan restaurant. Xenono and I begged off of that one, so I took him to the Silverly Sauna, a legitimate massage and relaxation palace that our group frequented on a regular basis on my previous trip. I had a great Hong Kong style massage, and got a hard on when she massaged the butt crack area – that’s always such a rejuvenation.

We headed back to the Hui Hua, then decided to go on a chicken run to the Swan Lake Hotel BBS. The Swan Lake, over in the Yalan Hotel area, runs a BBS by day, then at night the same girls turn into the KTV lineup at the same facility. Because of the purportedly higher quality girls, the price is 100 to the mommy and 200 to the girl.

Upon arrival, the quantity was ample, but the quality sure wasn’t. However, I did find a very attractive tall girl who looked Japanese. What can I say, I am an absolute sucker for non-Japanese girls who look Japanese. There was another cute one sitting next to her who seemed to be very interested in me, so I bookmarked her for a potential future visit. Xen picked a girl, and we hailed a van for the ride back to the Hui Hua.

We weren’t in the room long enough for me to even get her name. As soon as we walked through my door, the first thing she did was walk up to me, unbutton my shorts, and pulled them open to check out my equipment. She let out a shout when she got a good glimpse and pulled back. Then she pulled it open for a second look, shook her head no, waved it off and said bye bye. Then she ran for the door, grabbing an apple on the way out. I about died of laughter. I had surrendered to the fates and appreciated the black comedy.

I caught up to her in the hallway, so we rode back to the Swan Lake together. I couldn’t help but giggle as she munched the apple. We arrived at the Swan Lake, where she marched into the room and began a dramatic performance worthy of an Oscar, announcing to all and sundry that I was built like a horse. At least I am guessing that was what she said, because she was holding her arms up with her hands a foot apart for visual effect, moving around to ensure everyone got a good look. With the visual portion of her show concluded, every eyelid in the joint was wide open, all heads swiveled for a look at me. And suddenly they all looked away as if leprosy were chewing on my flesh.

Her exposition had precipitated my downfall. I was now blacklisted. Not a soul would step near me. The girl who previously expressed interest in me suddenly had an inability to remove her gaze from the floor. The momma-san couldn’t get a girl to give me the time of day. Finally I just held out my palm and she reluctantly dug into her pocket and fished out the 100 yuan, handing it over with a deep sigh. She couldn’t argue with this one.

So there I was on the sidewalk, all revved up and no place to go, so to speak. I wish Jojo’s BBS was still open, but it had faded into the dustbin of history. I knew Baby’s was close by, but I didn’t know how to find it from this direction. A quick call to MX got me the appropriate directions, and I was there in 2 minutes.

The runner who found me outside ushered me into the inner room. There were a lot of girls, but none that really interested me. As I was walking out through the small room next to the entrance, several girls walked in. I literally reached out and snagged one in mid-step. Hello there! She was very tall, with extremely long legs and very short shorts. She was quite pleasant in the critical visual sort of way. The pricing at Baby’s was 100 to the mommy and 100 to the girl. I flipped out my previously refunded 100, handed it over, and spirited my new find out the door. She must have been about 5’10. And ironically enough, her name was Yen Yen, from Hunan.

If I were to describe the session in Latin, it would be something like Veni, Vidi, Futuo. “I came, I saw, I got fucked.” After we showered, I quickly learned that I was not allowed to use my tongue anywhere. Not on her lips, her tits, or her pussy. Foreplay was out of the question. She immediately stroked me hard, stuck a condom on and then jumped on board. She howled the whole time I was in her. I swear the maids in the hallway must have thought I was beating a dog. To finish, I moved her from doggie onto her stomach, brought her legs together, and entered from the rear with that extra tightness for the finish. She gave me a thumb’s up afterward. She was satisfied. I sure wasn’t.

After we cleaned up, she wanted my picture, which she snapped with her cell phone. But then she threw a fit when I tried to take her fully clothed photo. She outright refused. So I made her delete mine. She whined and left.

I was now 0 for 6. Desperation was setting in. I was starting to wonder if I had accidently stumbled into Angeles City. The rest of the group went to the Miraton KTV that evening , but I took the night off. I was burning through cash at a furious ratio, as KTVs are not cheap. In addition to either the 500 or 800 I was paying to the girls for ST/LT, I was also paying 300-500 as my share for the room charge. Given that I was on another long trip, I really had to watch my burn rate. So I took the night off.

Too funny, in a depressing sort of way. But how can you compare this to AC? I went 9 for 10 in AC, with the one out being a hard line drive out rather than a backwards K.

I'm hoping the next episodes find you hitting at a higher average.

I thank God I dont have a giant cock. I would have given up on Asia a long time ago. Its really difficult to fuck the FOB's and inexperienced girls with a big dick. They normally dont like it, tell the other girls and you're blacklisted.

If it were me and the girl started making rules right off the back, I would deduct her tip to 100 yuan and send her home. You paid for LT and she left early and wanted 100 more than agreed upon LT? WTF?

Are there going to be any photos this trip?

What a cluster fuck! But much like any good train wreck I am repulsed while strangley drawn to look at the carnage that has been your trip thus far. Speaking of wreckage, I trust the remainder of your prose will focus on topics not to include the length of your member nor the 'rejeuventaing' effects of a good buttcrack massage

Apprehensively I remain yours truly,
Deeg