First, I've had an identity crisis. This may be my first post, but it really isn't. No biggie. I'll PM those of you who know me. Everybody else, just treat me like a newbie.
While I very seldom use Orleans, anymore, it was a first BA stop some years ago, and I find that I have to do a girl there from time to time for nostalgia sake.
First, a very nice girl. Julieta. She is streaky-blond, a cute, girl-next-door smile, doesn't smoke (I don't think) and has a very layed-back disposition. A lot of hyphens for one description.
It has been about 6 months since we were together, but I saw her yesterday, so I know she's there. When we went, she started at $300, came down quickly, but ran into a brick wall at $200. As I recall, I had only a couple hours left of my last day, so I agreed, on the condition that she stayed extra time and never told any of my friends.
A couple of showers, no BBBJ, but she deserves credit for tolerating spermacide on the condom, which probably tastes even worse than my dick. She enjoyed DATY. I can't remember much more, but she is still very sweet everytime I go into Orleans. If circumstances dictate, not a bad choice.
Now the bad:
I met a very interesting chick in there one day with Dickhead (who I convinced to have an over-priced beer on the way to Deep Blue or somewhere). I even got her number, just in case. This week, I saw her again, this time with my buddy. Megali. Rember this name! Megali.
My buddy, who is usually fairly savvy, simply got duped. So did I, frankly, but it ultimately was his money and WEIRD experience.
Anyway, she is extremely smart. Speaks terrific english, to the point that she can invoke sarcasm and irony into a conversation, and knows all of the right things to say. She dresses a bit in, what do they call it? Grunge? Low-riding, old-looking jeans, trashy shirt, and has a series of tatoos, all Japanese characters. She has a "cat that ate the canary" smile.
We spent an hour with her at Orleans, then another at a bar in Recoleta. She was SO enthusiastic, with mutual touching, DFK, giggles and fun. Of course, my buddy agreed to $300, which was supposed to be a wonderful all-nighter experience.
In actuality, she became a disturbed individual in the room. First, all about the money. Up front, no negotiations (again, a big monger mistake, but he is NOT a rookie and USUALLY not an idiot, so please consider this a renewed lesson for everyone and stay off your high horse) There was even a veiled threat, indicating that she had friends who deal with non-payers.
The session quickly became all about her, and "her" is weird! My buddy was simply a machine responding to her commands, which bordered on S & M activities. No kissiing anymore, no mutual touching, just a lot of squeazing and plunging. Sure, he got to do some things that aren't even allowed in you. S. Porn, but there was nothing romantic or fun about having your fist jammed where it really shouldn't fit.
So, once satisfied, she left after less than an hour, and he was never happier to pay too much too soon to get rid of somebody.
Pic' to follow.
SP
