Headgames October 2005 Report
I got here Monday and checked into Jackson's apartment. I've been very excited about hooking up with Lina from Hook, she is a tall, young, innocent-looking brunette from Paraguay with my favorite feature, a nice pair of boobs (though of course attitude is more important, but I love those boobs) I met her at the tail end of my previous trip and actually had not done anything naughty with her yet. I set Princess Silvina to work on her in my absence, as I was hoping to maybe just settle in with this one girl for my entire trip, my fantasy GFE, you know.
In the past few days Silvina had not been able to get in contact with her, so after dinner I head over to Hook and immediately found her there. Her cellphone had been stolen, so that's why she was unreachable. I quickly made the arrangements and brought her back to the apartment. Hmmm. She is sweet but not so passionate in bed (maybe there is a connection here? No French kissing but she did say she had a slight cold. I went downtown on her which she really seemed to enjoy, but she didn't offer to reciprocate. Then I put on the condom and my penis went numb and I gave up. Well, not quite the GFE experience I was hoping for.
The next day I had to get up for a meeting and felt like shit! This vampire social schedule is just such a killer. I need sex at 8:00pm, not 3:00am. That's when I need to be sleeping.
The next day Silvina called her (on her new cellphone) and said patiently explained about a lot of things (like GFE experience, scheduling, and other stuff I'm not posting here) but I don't think it looks good. By the way, many thanks to Silvina who handled her part perfectly! The problem is with Lina.
To be continued.
Friday night - back to Black
Lina said she was coming over, but never showed up. Out of curiosity more than anything else, I called her about 9:00. She said she was still sick (though she sounded better to me than she did the other day) and was not working at the club tonight. Well, good, because I have this devilish temptation to go over there and pull out one of her friends. She says I can call her tomorrow if I like.
Next I check in with Capt. Dave. The salty monger is heading over to Flores. I have been there before and it’s ok, but I feel like sticking with my familiar haunts (and pulling Lina’s friend Carmen out of Hook), so I pass on that. Dinner at Grant’s then off for a little walk in the neighborhood. I meet a group of gringos who are walking around looking a little wide-eyed. Turns out they are from Canada, and only here for 24 hours. No problem, I say, I know people who are only here for 24 hours and don’t sleep the whole time. Oops…they are pilots for an airline, and flying in the morning. Poor bastards. I told them if I would report them if I saw them on the street 15 minutes later. Ha ha.
As I turn the corner at Vicente Lopez, I hear a bunch of voices yelling out. Some kind of open minibus with about 30 young girls drives by, and the girls are yelling and waving hello to everybody. It continues down VL in the direction in Madaho’s. Now what in the hell was that? Believe me I fought a strong urge to go running after it.
Anyway, I decide before taking a taxi over to the Triangle to stop in Black for a beer. Now, why would I want to do a crazy-ass thing like that? I know this place is too expensive but I can’t resist the amusement factor, seems like it might be a fun warm-up for my trip to cheaper-chica land. Besides, I have only been there once before, and while I did pay too much, I pulled out an absolutely wonderful girl, Vanessa. If nothing else it would be nice to say hi to her.
When I get to the corner of Ayacucho and Alvear I see the big sign on the second floor for Black, and the large black gate closed. I stand like an idiot for a couple of minutes thinking, “Holy shit, Black as closed!”. But then I remember the entrance is halfway up the street. Damn that’s confusing for someone as stupid as myself. They should put a nice looking little sign there.
I didn’t pay any entrance fee and went in, this is now about 12:30, I think. Beer is ridiculous 40 pesos, but I can suck one for a long time. I don’t see Vanessa anywhere, so I just chill out. Pretty soon two girls start talking to me. They are both brunettes, one is sort of plain but the other actually has a very model-like aristocratic face with slightly curled hair coming down over her shoulders on either side. She reminded me of an actress, but I couldn’t think of who, though later I realized that though her hair was darker in the face she looked a little like Sandra Bullock. Couldn’t tell too well from what she was wearing, but I suspected that she didn’t have too much in the way of boobs, though I’m willing to overlook that if the attitude is right (see previous posts).
I buy her a drink for 60 pesos and we have the usual get-to-know-each-other conversation. But the magic just doesn’t seem there. She looks off a lot and doesn’t seem overly interested in anything about me. The proposition comes perfunctorily, it will be $250 US. I say that’s high, and then she says she can’t come down below $200. I say ok, I understand maybe that’s the standard price, but it is high for me. At some point a thin bleached blonde with gorgeous tits bulging out of her top strolls by, and it’s Vanessa! She recognizes me and I give her a peck on the cheek. OK…I need to lose Sandra Bullock (I mean, Camilla). So I tell her, I won’t be leaving with her. She gets a little put out and asks for money for her time. No way I am falling for the shakedown again. It’s called marketing, you fool. I ignore her and look around for Vanessa, who I spot is already on the sofa with some local guy (for some reason tonight I am like the only American in this joint, everybody else is local, Brazilian, etc.). Damn…because I am getting the hots for Vanessa again. Camilla says to me in Spanish, “I don’t paid anything from this drink. Do you understand? This is my work.” And then in surprisingly good English, “You Americans are all the same!”. Damn, that hurt. Another black mark for my country. First we invade Iraq (which I’m against, for the record) then I come down here and rip off Camilla at Black. What next?
I watch Vanessa for a little while, and the local guy abandons her (gee, maybe he didn’t know it costs a month’s rent to be with a woman here?). So I move in, and she is happy to see me. I buy her a drink and think to myself, fuck it, I’m going home with Vanessa. She’s expensive, but she’s a known quantity and though she has an absolutely stunning body and talks the sex part like an experienced pro, but she also really is sweet as can be. So fuck Hook tonight.
Vanessa says it's her policy not to go to apartments, but since she knows me it will be ok to go to Jackson’s apartment. She says something about her car and where it is parked, but I don’t pay too much attention to that. But perhaps that is the shock of the bill for her one drink: 120 pesos. WTF?? Guess I should have asked when we ordered the drink (orange juice, by the way) how much it was going to be. I had a mind to make a stink, and knew that I could get the price knocked down if I was an ass about it, but then I thought about the last time I was here and Daniel the manager actually let me take Vanessa out without buying her a drink (I had underestimated my cash needs for the evening). So ok, we are even now. But Jesus, this place is just way too expensive.
Vanessa’s price is 600 pesos, which I expected, but shit, how often do you get to fuck a Playboy model, or at least one that can act normal and sweet around you?
On the way out she asks some guy something about what time she has to move her car, but I didn’t pay too much attention. Figured she was on top of that.
Back to the apartment. I offered to show her a little bit of what I do on the computer, and she wanted to see, though while I was bring it up she pulled one tit out and started rubbing herself and then grabbed my hand and put it in her thong where I could feel her already wet, shaved pussy. Ok, maybe I should forget about work just for a little while. Close the laptop and upstairs we go. She does a little striptease and I can see her sweet pussy lips hanging out, and I started to think maybe I am in a porn movie? I go to town on that, which she seems to really like, as she says between moans “No pares” (Don’t stop). After a while we reverse, and then it’s time for the big deed.
Tienes condom?
Si. Lo odio, pero lo tengo.
Somos dos.
Do you have a condom?
Yes. I hate it, but I have it.
That makes two of us.
She puts on the condom, and of course the dick goes limp immediately. Now, if this happens with Vanessa, then truly I am doomed, my fellow mongers. It just doesn’t get much better than this. Well, Mr. Happy hardens up a bit after I put it inside her and we go at it for a few minutes, but my heart just isn’t in it. I pull it out and trash the condom and collapse. She gives me her back and I wrap myself around her. She asks me if I want to sleep, and I say yes. She says, ok, let’s sleep for 5 or 10 minutes. She stays very still, and I can’t tell if she is sleeping or not. After 45 minutes, I think she must be. I shift over to one side of the bed. It’s 4:30. I can’t fall asleep for awhile, I keep thinking she will wake up and we’ll make the second attempt with another piece of bologna. After a while I realize, she really is asleep. How romantic! She forgot about the clock and wants to spend the night with me. Well, testosterone is highest in the morning, they say, so that’s fine, we can try again later. I fall asleep.
At 8:40 I wake up. She doesn’t stir a bit, and has the most peaceful look on her face. I wake her up with a few little kisses, and then she looks at the clock and her eyes get big. The car!! They’ve taken it! In a mad rush we get dressed and rush out of the apartment. Didn’t I remember her telling me about it?? Aw, the laws of chica land are kicking in. Law #872:
Thou art responsible that thine chica’s car does not get towed.
We take a taxi back to Black (which she has to pay for, because I didn’t grab any cash on my way out), but thankfully her car is still parked in the street where she left it. BTW, this is the first chica I’ve met who owns a car. Gee, guess it pays to work in Black.
Well, with the car recovered, she is all smiles. She thanks me profusely for going with her, and says she wants to see me again before I leave. She drives me back to the apartment and waits outside while I go in to get some pen and paper, and then she writes down all her contact information, being very careful to make sure I can read her writing exactly, and I give her mine. And she writes down her real name, which she had already told me the night before during sex.
Aw, shit, it was worth it. Though I’ll never go to Black again.
Will Headgames score with Vanessa? Will there be a discount on Vanessa’s next visit? Will the condom matter? Will he fuck Lina’s friend? Tune in next time…