Cafe Orleans

She might even have my cell phone. Motorola KRZR model, blueish black. Somehow I got her number the night lost it. Although I do not remember seeing her.

[QUOTE=Chica Seeker]Dickhead, you have described the chica that chased me down although I would not consider her face to be pretty anymore. I can not imagine anyone paying to bang this chica based on her looks, not to mention her erratic behavior.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=WorldTravel69]She might even have my cell phone. Motorola KRZR model, blueish black. Somehow I got her number the night lost it. Although I do not remember seeing her.[/QUOTE]Well, this is certainly a moment of zen, as Jon Stewart might say.

Consider the source, but was told by a Cutty Sark based gato that Orleans has been bought by the guy who owns Cutty and some other boliches.

This afternoon I decided to visit Cafe Orleans again. It was my second visit. I got there around 12:30 and it was mostly chicas. But an hour later, the place was crawling with guys. A bunch of them clustered by the bar and were apparently there for lunch, not a gang-bang. I did see a few obvious mongers though, including a couple of Americans.

While reading the WSJ, I made a mental list of doables. There were three. One was the Peruviana that I think has been written up before. There was a tall, shy looking chica that seemed to tag along with a more experienced friend. Then there was the chica I ended up taking around the block (to my later disappointment)

Romina is about 5' 6" and maybe 55 kilos. She's got natural be-cups and a thin but not overly curvy (not like the peruviana! Build. Shoulder length black hair drapes around her face which I considered to be attractive, but with an edge.

We made eye contact a couple of times, but I didn't budge until I was through with the paper and my chocolate. I asked her to sit with me when she came back up from a trip downstairs.

My spanish isn't great, but we had a decent conversation. The first tip-off that I was heading into the danger zone was how quickly she pressed for a session. She wasn't exactly mercenary, but was suddenly in a rush after chatting with her friends for the previous hour.

The pressure unfortunately continued in the transitorio. One position (missionary) and she was asking for leche. I said, "nope, not yet" and flipped her over. She wasn't into it at all and I distracted myself by noticing some odd looking bruises on the back of her hips. She also had some sort of lesion on the top of her thigh that was covered with a band aid. At that point, I didn't want to know and didn't ask.

She began insisting that I come, so I turned her over again and said if she wanted it quickly, I wanted to finish on her tits. "Mas plata" was her retort. "No mas plata," I replied in irritation. She insisted again and I ripped off the condom and dropped it on the floor to force the issue. She relented at that point and gave me a momentary dirty-girl look to hasten the conclusion.

I should have just asked her to leave instead of wasting the juice, but it wasn't the most rational moment. I paid her what we agreed to in the cafe ($300 pesos) and cleaned up without more conversation.

Would I repeat? Definitely not. She's one to avoid, IMO. She goes by Romina or possibly Danielle. She mentioned the second name in conversation, but I couldn't quite figure out what she was saying.

I hate it when I strike out in a session. It puts me in a foul mood until I clean the slate with a good one.

A few days ago I made my first visit to Cafe Orleans. I wasn't sure what to expect, but after the initial nervousness of walking in "cold" I found it a relaxing place to hang out and check out the talent.

Not many of the chicas were my type though. I tend to go for slim spinner-type bodies and most of the ladies that day were top-heavy and a little softer than I like.

But then a girl sat down at the table next to mine and she was damn near perfect. 5'5" with dark but slightly tinted hair and a body made my head swim. She was wearing black tights that showed off her ass and a white top that made the most of her petite rack. Her face was classic Argentine with a perfect nose and blue-gray eyes. Mid-twenties. Woof! My heart was thumping.

We talked for a while and I can honestly say that it was fun. I bought her a coffee as a way to extend the interaction before making a buying decision. In the end, I did ask her for a session and we went around the block to get one of the goofy thematic rooms at the transitorio.

She was just slightly distant in the room, and sometimes that's what happens in the first session. But she had the tightest little spinner bod that I've seen out of a 19yo thai girl that I still dream about. She said she goes to the gym a lot and it's pretty obvious that's no lie. I'd be happy just to photograph her.

Anyway, this sex was good, but not off-the-charts. Like I said, she was just a bit distant, but didn't rush and we enjoyed each other's company. I asked for and received her phone number.

Would I repeat. Yup. She's gorgeous to look at and while I've had far better chemistry with other chicas, I think Alicia deserves a second "investigation."

The cafe has a new owner and a well known one.

Since the change there are much more chicas, muchisima onda and reasonable prices.

Seems the owner wants the overpriced ladies to leave to get more chicas and clients into the place.

Have fun

I don't know what other names she's used, but she's hard to miss. It's the real tall girl who used to work at Excedra. A bit older (early 30s?), natural tits, blonde hair. Has a tatoo on her wrist and tatood wings on her lower tummy.

There is no reason to ever take this girl out. Her attitude once she gets to your place will go quickly downhill. Avoid.

There are many reasons I have always loved Cafe Orleans so much. The most important one being how it allows me to get to know the chicas so intimately.

I have heard her called the "librarian." After getting to know her, I now think of her more as my psycho-killer babe.

Not really. Augustina is not a threat to do bodily harm to anyone, except for herself.

I first saw her sitting against the wall of the cafe, dressed all in black from her head to down to her toes. Not a square inch of her milky white flesh was showing.

She had on thick glasses and was engrossed in a magazine. Never once did I see her look up, let alone did she ever flirt or smile at any of the guys.

As Mr. Jackson said to me, she was definitely playing to a very narrow niche market.

Indeed.

I was smitten.

Finally, she went down to the bathroom, probably to smoke in the stairwell. Upon her return, I invited her to sit with me.

Augustina speaks flawless English. She effortlessly employs an advanced vocabulary. For example, she told me that she is going to describe the "synopsis of a movie" to me.

I know that speaking English is supposed to be the red flag of a hardened pro, but this couldn't be further from the truth with Augustina. It just shows how intelligent she truly is.

She is not really bad looking at all, although not one of you guys would consider her to be the least bit hot in any sense of the word.

But I do.

Back at my place she told me how the other chicas try to talk her into dressing sexy, putting on makeup, doing her hair.

But Augustina told me that she wants the guys who are interested in that sort of thing to pass over her and pick the silicone babes. She wants only a man with whom she can have meaningful converstion.

So I uncorked a bottle of Malbec and we began to talk.

I learned all about her childhood abuse, of course. How she is trying to forgive her mother and remembers her deceased father fondly.

How she lost four years of her life in the streets to drugs, she is five months behind on her rent, and she wants to bear a baby boy six years down the road.

If she should live that long.

I inspected the scars on her wrists where she has slashed herself, heard how she views her life as a constant repetition of playing "Jenny" while waiting for her punker "Forest Gump" boyfriend to return. As always, he is off galavanting on some wild goose chase, leaving her behind to wallow in enough misery for the both of them.

You can feel her angst as she says they have yet to consummate their relationship.

But she has been sexually active since the age of three, starting with the sexual abuse she suffered through.

She harbors fantasies of making it with Madonna, Christina Kirchner, and the super-hot redhead who is her only friend at Café Orleans.

As we finished off the second bottle of Malbec, all of her vulnerabilities had been exposed and her conversation had degenerated to a series of emo driven clichés.

"You have no idea how lonely life is when I am the only person awake in a world full of the zombies."

"I could make millions of dollars tomorrow with my revolutionary fashion designs, but then I would have to kill myself for becoming a rich and famous asshole."

"If only I was not born so beautiful and brilliant, I could have led a normal life and would not have to be aware of all this fucking pain."

I laughed my ass off, told her she was full of shit, and threw a pillow at her.

It was the first time all night that I had seen her smile.

Seven hours had passed, she was drunk out of her mind, and I could see that she was in no condition to be fucked.

I laid the money on the table and told her it was hers now. She had already earned it all. I was going to the bedroom, and she would be faced with a choice between two doors.

She could take the money in good conscious and walk right out the front door and off into the night, never to see me again.

Or she could open the door to enter my bedroom, and we would make mad passionate love in the morning.

Augustina followed me to the bedroom. She was probably too drunk to have made it home.

When I arose, I found myself alone in the bed, as expected. Of course, she had gone home once the affects of the vino had worn off.

But no, to my surprise I found her sitting in the other room, staring out the window, contemplating the beauty of the morning sky.

Once Augustina finally removed the hideous horse-blanket clothes she likes to wear, I marveled at the pale color of her alabaster skin and the soft curves she had been hiding away from me.

I began by using my tongue to connect the dots between her millions of freckles, before discovering how nicely her ribs protruded out from above her narrowing waist.

I learned that she had the kind of razor sharp hips that I can shave my cheeks with. Exactly the kind I hips love to use as handles to take total control of a woman's body while in bed, as I shifted her up and down and threw her around like a rag doll.

Oh my god, did she ever turn me on.

Augustina initially refused to take any photos for me. Then finally she relented. She told me that she would allow me to be the only human being on the face of he earth to have an actual photo of her (yeah, right).

But I did promise her I would not post them. And anyway, no one but me would think they were hot. So you guys aren't missing out on anything.

After 20 hours together, we found we had smoked the last of our cigarettes and needed to venture out into the world together. I bought her a phone card so she can call me regularly. We took a meal together, and made plans to visit an art museum next week.

I can't wait to be entertained by her insanely dark interpretations of the meaning of the abstract.

I really fell for this chica. I feel very close to Augustina. Very protective of her. These are the kind of deep emotional bonds I was search of when I planned this venture to Buenos Aires.

She makes me feel alive!

But let me say this on Augustina's behalf.

Despite her insanity, she remains grounded in the real world. She begged me to session with her hot redheaded friend who she wants to fuck so badly.

She asked me to report back to her exactly how good the other chica is in bed.

I suppose it is the least I can do for my new-found friend!

DB

Dodger Bulldog now needs a wingman to help him keep this new relationship in perspective. My friend you are now sailing in dangerous waters. It's the danger that makes white water rafting so much fun, be wary of the rocks my friend.

[QUOTE=Daddy Rulz]Dodger Bulldog now needs a wingman to help him keep this new relationship in perspective. My friend you are now sailing in dangerous waters. It's the danger that makes white water rafting so much fun, be wary of the rocks my friend.[/QUOTE]Don't worry, Daddy.

I simply enjoy the romance of a simulated relationship. I know full well that I have a plane ticket out of here in a few days and there is no way that any of these chicas can ever get a visa to chase me back home.

I love 'em and leave 'em. And I never send them money.

DB

I promised Augustina that I would fuck her redheaded friend for her.

So I called Florencia up and invited her over at six. She called me back at five and asked if I minded if she arrived in 20 minutes.

A chica who wants to come 40 minutes early? What the hell is this?

After having spent the previous day with Augustina the librarian, I now found myself with her polar opposite.

Florencia loves to curl her hair, wear makeup that compliments her, and has a set of big fake silicone tits.

She loves to flourish her feminity, flirting, giggly, laughing at your jokes, twirling her hair, and jiggling her tits at you.

She is in the final year as a psychology student. So we warmed up to each other while enjoying an in depth discussion of the theories and merits of Freud, Jung, Watson, Skinner, Ellis, and the rest.

I find it intoxicating that many of the chicas here are so well educated, wordly, and sophisticated. How refreshing it is in comparison to those usually found throughout Latin America.

And I can see why Florencia is Augustina's only friend. She, too, is a rescuer, just like I am.

And hot as holy hell.

Florencia was pure dynamite in the sack.

I had to slow her down, telling her that we were going to take the time to stimulate her own body first before she was going to be allowed to work on me.

I lubed her up, pulled out the old trusty Pocket Rocket, and within only a few minutes I had to peel her off of the ceiling.

Florencia was blown away by the power of the little thing.

She gives a great deep throat, for those of you who may be into that sort of thing.

She was bundle of energy once she got on top of me. And when the Pocket Rocket has already primed the pump, it is very easy for a responsive female to cum over and over and over again.

Florencia finally needed to take a break from it all before she would allow me to mount her.

I can guarantee you this much, Florencia is a moaner and a screamer.

Beautiful, intelligent, sexy, and fun! I am going to tell Augustina that Florencia deserves my highest recommendation. Five stars.

I also informed Florencia that Augustina has the hots for her. Thus, I expect those two will be hooking up soon enough.

I decided to walk her over to Cafe Orleans to start her work for the day, and who should we discover sitting against the wall but my favorite little lost and lonely waif, all dressed down in an old t-shirt and a baggy pair of jeans.

We invited Augustina to join us.

I found myself in all in my glory, holding court amongst my two newest favorite chicas.

The alegria we brought to the cafe was palpable. Many of others chicas were focused on watching us have so much fun, and several of them chose to jump in and join our conversations.

Now, I've never really been much of one for doing duplas, because after all, I've only got one cock. But now, ummm, well, ummm, these two chicas sure have managed to get me thinking an awful lot about it...

DB

[QUOTE=Dodger Bulldog]And I never send them money.[/QUOTE]This is the litmus test. The non working girl I was seeing would never accept money from me. Over time I got tired of always worrying if she had enough money, to pay for food so I got her a pre-loaded visa card. Over a year and a half I put in about 500 bucks, when I finally moved to BsAs she gave it back to me with a 450 balance.

Great reports DB. Only now I know how much I fucked up by passing up on Florencia - FUCK!

Yoosin

I was in Orleans yesterday for lunch and low and behold there was Caroline the "Ball Washer". Famous for giving the best Blow Job in the world.

She looked good and had gained a little weight getting rid of that skinny "Coke Hoe" look she had when she was really into the drug's.

Anyone looking for a really good Blow Job should look her up.

Exon