How much did Simone charge you?
Hi Zing,
I'm curious, how much did Simone charge you? That was the girl that I met first in the cafe, and she had initially quoted $300US before dropping to AR300, but wouldn't go below that for me.
[QUOTE=Zing23]I am on my first trip to BA. Each day I have tried a different venue, privados so far.
I checked out Cafe Orleans on Sunday and liked the vibe, so on Tuesday afternoon I went back to see if any women there were of interest to me. The cafe was packed with women, of varying sizes and shapes and colors. Most of them tried to make eye contact with me, but I just smiled and mouthed 'hola'.
Then I spotted a woman with very curly black hair, which I love. When she got up to walk across the room, I saw that she was fit and slim, so I said hello and invited her to sit at the bar with me. Her name was Simone, 34, from Brazil. We talked a long time, she tried to teach me some Portuguese and I helped her with her English, but we basically spoke Spanish.
Simone told me she lives (above a bar name Alamo that has lots of gringos. If I need to speak English or know about American sports I should go there, and she will be there often too. I didn't tell her I had heard of it before on ISG, but said I didn't come halfway around the world to talk English with gringos!
Eventually we went around the corner to a fancy love hotel. Our room, 701, had a hot tub and lots of mirrors and porn TV and music, etc. Simone did her best to be my GFE experience, but when the tub filled up with water, the jacuzzi jets started automatically, and noisely. We were right about to start DATY, so I went over to turn it off but instead we ended up in the tub, making out. She gave me another great BBBJ in the whirling tub (first for me) but the hot water and soap were not what my old body needed.
When we dried off and returned to the bed, I never quite got the super hot sensations going again. She is a tight fit for me and I never really got nice and hard to enjoy it. Intercourse was so-so and I stopped it. Simone jumped right on it, slipped off my condom, resumed an excellent bbbj and finished me off that way. No complaints about her - but next time I will skip the tub until after the activities are over.
Back at the cafe, she introduced me to her Dominicana friend Diana and another Domnicana named Kenya. We all talked and listened to music on my iPod and swapped stories for an hour or so. There were a lot of women in the cafe and men checking them out, but the men stayed on the side by the bar and the women stayed at the tables closer to the outside walls. WTF? It was like a high school dance. I was almost the only guy sitting with a table of girls and sizing them up for future afternoons.
Simone invited me to go dancing (bachata, salsa, reggaeton) this weekend with them and introduced me to another friend, Alejandra, a portena who said she also teaches tango. When it was time for me to leave, she misunderstood and thought I was taking her out for a horizontal tango lesson. I cleared that up, gave each girl a kiss on the cheek and went out to catch a taxi.
Overall, it as fun and I will try it again, but I enjoyed my hour with Lola at Giselle's apt and Pamela at 1707 Sante fe more and could spend the extra time chatting up shop girls and cute customers in the mini-malls around centro.
-zing[/QUOTE]
My Failed Effort at Cafe Orleans
I arrived to town on Monday with two business colleagues. Despite the long flight, everyone was somewhat eager to get the first experience in. I submit the following long report knowing full well that there likely will be much second and third-guessing. Nevertheless, for the entertainment of my fellow mongers, I offer the following:
We went to Newport around 5:00 but it was completely dead (not much of a surprise, but we were in the area so it was worth a try) After a beer, we decided to try Cafe Orleans, which I had read about here.
To set the scene a bit more, my two amigos don't speak a lick of Spanish. I do, but I am certainly not fluent. As another aside, one of my associates definitely has a weak spot for any chica that locks in with eye contact. If she satisfies his non-exacting standards (which he describes as "one-off") then he's a goner.
We walked in and were pleasantly surprised. The place was pretty crowded. All tables except 3-4 were taken. We picked a table in the middle of the room, sat down, ordered a round of beers and then started to survey the scene.
I'm a bit more finicky than my comrades. I've been told that my standards are too high, and that it gets in the way of a good mongering experience, and that's probably true at times. But, I will be a buddy if the situation calls for it. At Orleans, when I surveyed the room, even I saw a girl or two that might fit the bill.
After about half an hour, one of my colleagues found what he was looking over. I motioned her over; introduced myself and then introduced her to him (don't remember her name) She was a blonde spinner, about 5'4", with a decent rack who spoke no English. I negotiated 250 ARS for him (I do not negotiate hard in Argentina) and they were all set to go back to our casa. Since we were going to have to take a minimum of two cabs back to the casa regardless, we sent them on their way and promised to catch up soon.
While I was negotiating with one amigo's blonde spinner, the other amigo got a bit crazy. A redheaded girl from the table next to ours had locked eyes with him. A kid from out on the street came in with flowers. Amigo #2 bought the whole bouquet from the kid for 20 pesos and gave them to a one-off redhead who was sitting a table away, drinking champagne. I glared at him and told him he had just made his first mistake, but he was already smitten.
After 5 minutes, I called her over. She spoke fair English, so the two of them could communicate a bit. She goes by "Simone," and she is about 35-40, with wavy red hair just past her shoulders, and she is reasonably thin but not flaca. She is well kept for 35-40 years old, but not particularly attractive in my opinion. Plus, she talks far too much for my taste.
Compadre #2 does not trust himself to negotiate -- even with a chica who speaks some English -- so he asked me to do the honors. She was asking for 500 pesos. I laughed and said that the price was 250 pesos. She said that was fine for some other girls, but not for her. I said "esta bien," and I asked her to get up so we could look for other girls. At first, she got angry and said that she didn't want to talk to me and only wanted to negotiate with my friend. He said that this was not possible. I told her that her rate was fine, but it wasn't for us, and I again politely asked her if she would go back to her table so we could continue our search. This time she complied.
After about 5 minutes, she came back over and said that 250 pesos would be fine, but she didn't want to do a "fiestita" with the other girl who had left. We said that was perfectly fine since that was not the intention anyway. I assumed that this was just a cover story so she had an excuse to agree to the earlier offer. She sat down and we bought her a drink.
I looked around again but really didn't see much that lit my fire. When I walked in, I had thought that there were two who might be worth a taste, but I'd seen them get up and walk around, and there were a lot of miles on those tires. Simone said she had a friend who was going to be arriving soon, and asked if I would be interested. I said that anything's possible.
Her friend arrived in 5 minutes or so. She is about 5'7" with a great rack and I would characterize her looks as Brazilian-Asian, but more likely she is Paraguayan. She is relatively thin for her size. I believe her stage name was Diane or Diana but would not swear to it. At first, I thought it was not going to be a fit, but I looked around the room again and decided to be a buddy. I told her the price was 250 pesos. She did not agree immediately and, instead, pretended that she had just received a text message from a friend that she wanted to show Simone. She typed 250 on her cell phone and showed it to Simone, who nodded. I laughed and called them out. The time was to be for 1 hour.
So, we were all set. We were getting ready to leave, and Simone said that she and Diane had to pay 60 pesos each for the privilege of sitting in Cafe Orleans, and that it was traditional for the johns to pay this on the way out. I laughed and said we were not so easy -- no way. (Unbeknownst to me, my compadre had paid for Simone's two champagne bottle bar tab on the way out, which is probably why she thought the 60P exit fee would work. We hailed a cab outside and were off to the casa. We got there and both saw that we have a hot tub. They were up for a jacuzzi. Diana immediately took off her shirt. Not being shy, I was quickly naked and in the hot tub.
Then, things got ugly. Simone insisted that they get paid up front. Naked and in the hot tub, I said 'absolutely not, you get paid afterwards.' She started to get angry and call me names. (She was still mad that my friend would not negotiate with her directly. I got out of the tub and put my pants back on.
I said, 'we don't pay in advance. It causes problems. I'm sorry if you thought that was the way it was going to work, but there is no way we are paying in advance. I have cab fare for you both back to Orleans if that's the way it's going to be.' Diana (or whatever her name was) still topless, was trying to calm Simone down at that point. I pulled out 20 pesos for each (and, yes, I knew they would be taking the same cab) and said they were free to go.
At that point, things got uglier. Simone started cursing a blue streak in Spanish. My friend, who is somewhat prominent in the states and can't afford to get in trouble down here, panics and runs off. So, I'm left with two chicas, one of whom is cursing me up and down, and the other of which appears to be a bit shocked and clearly just wants to stay and make some money. It's not worth it, though, so I tell them that they must leave.
Simone refuses and starts hollering. Then, she starts punching and slapping as best she can. Now, where I'm from, you do not hit girls under any circumstances. So, after a half dozen swipes by her, I grab both of her forearms and start to push her towards the steps. Mind you, I still have to get the both of them down two flights of steps at this point.
Once I grabbed Simone's arms, she started screaming -- loud. I wasn't going to throw her down the stairs, and I wasn't going to play rope-a-dope with her anymore, so I said I was calling the cops. Unfortunately, I had left my phone on the first floor. So, I went down to get it and started to dial. Now, I have no idea what the phone number for the police is here. But, I just dialed six numbers and tried to fake it. After a minute or so, I started to speak our address into the phone, then I repeated it again slowly.
At this point, the girls weren't sure whether I was faking it or not. They started to make their way down the stairs. Diane had put her top back on and was trying to get Simone to settle down and shut up, without success. Simone was still cursing me and all my relatives -- born and yet to be born -- in a loud voice, and taking jabs at me whenever she could get within arms-length. Compadre #1 is in a bedroom with his gal taking care of business. Compadre #2 is hiding in his bedroom. I have to go down to Piso 0 to unlock the door so these chicas can leave.
I get down to the ground floor and unlock the door. At this point, I tell them they can stay or go, but the police will be here soon. They are making their way down the stairs. My concern after talking to the police was that Simone would start breaking things in our rented house, but she didn't do so.
The chicas finally make it down the stairs to the front door. I'm holding the door so I can lock it after they leave. My mistake. At that point, Simone got in her one good shot -- a decent right hand to my left jaw. Not too much to take, but I'll give her credit, she can throw a punch. She's out the door after that with her friend, and I lock it. Whew!
So ended my first experience at Orleans. After all was said and done, we had a good laugh. One compadre fully copped out that he panicked and ran. I've got a few battle scars. (Simone took a few jabs at the family jewels, as well, but landed no blows. It's a good story and no one got hurt. No one got laid, either (except Amigo #1) but I didn't have to be the buddy, so I wasn't all that disappointed.
Now, I realize that there are many mistakes that were made, and I'm curious how many of them my fellow mongers can come up with. Please don't focus on my comrades. I personally would not have picked Simone, and would have tossed her to the curb at the point where she lied about the 60P chica exit fee. But, she wasn't my girl and I didn't feel at liberty to tell my friend he had to pick another. Other than that -- and perhaps not agreeing to go back to our casa on the first experience -- I'm not quite sure what else I could do. Granted, I should have specified that payment would be made afterwards, but my experience has been that this is normally not an issue. I have paid up front before, but I have never had a great experience where this is done, so my policy now is to always pay afterwards. Truthfully, I don't think it would have mattered this time with this chica, but who knows.
So ended my first experience at Orleans. Now, I'm ready for a few more jabs. Have at it, mis amigos.
