Thursday afternoon at Orleans
At about 3:00 p.m., stopped in with a friend for some coffee. In the house: maybe 20 girls, ranging from what I would say is a 4, to about an 8. 8, in this instance, represented a Michelle Gellar ("Buffy the Vampire Slayer") lookalike. Eye action all over the place, of course.
Going out, retrieved Buffy's phone number and told her I'd give her a call later.
Later came, called, summoned her to my hotel and told her to bring a friend along for two hours of fun. Said friend was an attractive brown haired 7.
Had a little triple, rather uninspired, I must say. But it did the job. No bi-action, too bad. :( But nevertheless OK.
If I'm not being too enthusiastic, the reason is that when she was getting ready to leave, Buffy said I had agreed to pay her 50% more than what we had agreed to beforehand. "Yo no soy estupido, amor."
So, paying afterwards didn't really make much positive impact, and left a bit of a bad taste in my mouth (pun entirely coincidental!).
Would I recommend her? No, I don't think so. I think my standards are getting higher over time, and my tolerance for gamesmanship less.
& quot; The Ball Washer & quot;
Several nights back I had a dinner date with the "Ball Washer" to entertain a bunch of airline pilots while eating Comita. Well being the typical Chica they all are she shined us and the 4 of us ate alone.
This was the night if you have been following my posts that I was forced into Hook and ended up with little Marisol.
Anyway I got to thinking about the "Ball Washer" (Caroline) and thought "well why not" and called her up for a date.
First let me qualify how the "Ball Washer" got her name. Several years back I walked into Cafe Orleans and there Sat my beloved "Roberta", (argueably the best Chica Ive ever Fucked in my life) I made a bee line right to her. After greeting her I looked up and there Sat Mickey Mouse & Stormy. "Oh hi guys, Hey Mouse can you make some cambio for me so I can take Roberta out and Fuck her", all I had was dollars.
Well little did I know that Mickey Mouse had all ready made a date with her and was just sitting at the Bar finishing his Beer. Well anyway the whole place cracked up as everyone knew the Mouse & Roberta had an appointment to Fuck Forthwith and I was busting up the deal.
Well the "Mouse" being the gentleman he is made the Cambio and said go a head Exon take my turn with Roberta. In gratitude I bought Mouse's Beer and was given a little change which I placed on Carolines, I. E. The 'Ball Washer table while walking out the door with Roberta.
To make a long story short, The Mouse ended up Fucking Caroline and re-named her the "Ball Washer" as she has a unique way of licking your balls while giving a world class blow job. Henceforth "The Ball Washer", got it?
Ok, we were to meet at El Establo at 4 pm as I was coming in from the Manison. Well of course she was late but we hooked up and headed for the Tello. She first started out giving my big toe a blow job. This Mongers is a very interesting experience, (I know I need Fucking Counciling) but try it you might like it, just like little Marisol, he, he, he.
Anyway, She sucked cock, world class mind you, we fucked and I shot my load. OK, so were cleaning up and I said "you know Caroline, your famious", "why" she said. "well your on the internet", "really", "Why am I Famous", " for sucking cock" I said, "Really am I that good", "Oh yes" I stated, "we have a nick name for you", "What" Caroline asked, "The Ball Washer" I told her and she cracked up laffing.
Exon
Andres, I agree with you!
Andres,
I also felt uncomfortable there for the same reasons. The ladies kept staring at me looking for an invitation. Unfortunately, I didn't find any of them attractive so I decided to wait for something better. I read a newspaper to keep my eyes from roaming and to keep from giving an inadvertent eye-contact invitation to sit with me. Well, it didn't work. After about 10 minutes or so, a so-so looking woman pulled up a chair and started a conversation with me. She wanted me to take her out. She wasn't pushy, but I declined. I told her that I was killing time waiting to meet a friend. After about another 5 minutes, I got up and left. She gave me her telephone number. I tossed it as soon as I got outside.
New Orleans isn't my favorite "cafe," but it is an experience that shouldn't be missed.