Who Let The Dogs Out! (or in)
You forgot to mention the "mosquitoes" at Black, Hunt99. One particular little chica (that did not attract me at all) kept coming over and shaking her ass in my face, which was marginally funny the first time, but rather annoying the tenth time. Like a mosquito buzzing in your ear.
I estimate there were 70? chicas in Black that night, jam-packed in with more goofy just-off-the-plane gringos (hundreds?) than I knew existed in all of Argentina. Out of 70 chicas, I spotted one (1) that was OK, though silicon is always a big turnoff. I have an inflatable doll at home anyway. Other observations about the Black lineup - several "girls" into their 30s, a few apparently 40+, lots of aboriginies, and lots of plastic/makeup/bones. Most looked like rough streetwalker prostitutes wearing decent clothes. "Although the monkey is dressed in silk, it's still a monkey".
P30/beer for the privilege of sitting (or standing) in the almighty Black. I didn't even approach a single girl and the overcrowding sucked. But a name is a name and Black is Black. It's right across the street from Alvear Hotel and taxis from all over the city receive commissions for bringing clueless gringo tourists there. Talk about a tourist trap.
Luckily I nabbed a seat at the bar after having to stand for a while. As Hunt99 said, it was a gawking scene – problem is I was sitting at the bar and the girls were on the other side of the narrow bar area gawking at me and the other customers, as if WE were on display! That's not the way it works – the girls should be at the bar/stage and I should sit at my table gawking at them. They shouldn't bother me and if I raise a finger they come to my table. That's they way it works in my boliches anyway.
There are so many boliches in this town with 15-20 girls and a relaxed, not crowded atmosphere where you can take a seat, drink some beers, and look at the girls sitting at the bar. Most importantly, 3 or 4 out of 20 are sometimes pretty/sexy instead of 1 in 70, and your evening has a "happy ending" (you bust a big nut on a hot chica or two). I had a happy ending later that night at Madonna.
I hadn't been to Black in over 2 years, no plans to return. I understand that that Thursday may have been an exceptionally crowded night, but by the same token I saw a huge sample of Black girls, which were nothing to write home about, as if I didn't already know that. Going there is like going to an "upscale" restaurant with a prestigious name and paying $30 for a stale Big Mac (served on a silver platter) when you can go to various "average" restaurants and pay $10 for a good fresh filet mignon and enjoy yourself while reviewing the menu.
Black came thru for me again!
This was my third night in Black this trip. In this trip, I found, that the girls in Black are much more desirable than their counterparts in Madahos. And there are many to choose from.
There were two girls I was interested, but soon discovered that they were out of my price range. I could still take them for a short time, but I was primarily interested in TLN.
The girl from Urugauay (from Tuesday night) was angry with me because I took Karen instead of her. She was full of attitude and I ditched her shortly.
There were plenty of prospects and soon I got what I wanted. She is Jessica, 24 yr old, never married, no children and lives alone. Perfect for a TLN. A classic Italian beauty, white skin, black hair. And get this, tonight is her first day of work in Black. A fresh face in the business. The girl even did not know what drink to order when the waitress came to take the order. When I offered her 300 P for TLN, she meekly protested saying that the figure seems kind of low for Black. I countered saying that tonight is her first night and she is kind of an "apprentice" on the job. And we all get paid low during our training period. I told her that she can raise her fee from next week, when I am gone. I think my Castelleno, made her very comfortable and soon we were on our way to the apt.
The balcony of the apt. served a great backdrop for a romantic interlude. We were sipping wine and chatting away with stories from each other's past. Things could not be better.
The main act was kind of a downer for me, because of the fake breasts. I can not take fake breasts. Otherwise, everything else was great. She was a sex crazed woman. May be having it after two months. She almost killed me. One of the tightest boxes, I ever encountered! She was multi-orgasmic and about two hours later, finally I finished.
She left around noon. This trip Black was the greatest surprise for me. It came thru for me over and over again. It was the best bang for "my" money!
Bandy
Black is black...I want my money back
In the spirit of General Buck Turgidson in "Dr. Strangelove," I'd hate to make a judgement before all the facts are in, but if Black on the Friday night at midnight that I went was in any remote sense representative of the club scene, then those of you who extol the clubs so much can take that entire scene and shove it up your collective asses.
That place and that scene were, in my mind, fucked up beyond belief.
It wasn't just packed with ugly chicas, it was fucking [i]infested[/i] with ugly chicas. Wall to wall ugly chicas. God they were ugly. Ugly, and with fake smiles glued to their ugly faces. Ugh. Watching them all [b]TRY[/b] to writhe to the equally fucked up bad disco music -- music I thought was outlawed by the Geneva Conventions years ago -- was like watching dying fish flop around the bottom of a row boat. There was not one chica there I would have fucked with your dick. Any of your dicks.
The entire thing was as if Fellini had made "Satyricon" while being simultaneously dosed with bad LSD and food poisoning.
The only conceivable use for that place that I could see would be for a boys night out; a little group debauchery or whatever to bond with the buddies.
And it's not as though I've never been involved with the public auctioneering of sex. I've spent time hanging out on Baltimore's Block, prowling the streets and canals of Amsterdam, exploring Frankfurt's Eros Houses, and enjoying long evenings in San Juan's famous Black Angus whorehouse. I generally enjoy a good public sex market. But this was just plain shitty.
The only -- and I stress, ONLY -- redeeming feature of the visit was one of the dancers. She had a world-class ass. I mean [b][i]World Class[/i][/b]. It was an ass of the sort I routinely have with some fava beans and a good chianti. Fortunately, that ass was one of the last things I saw before I left, and it sort of lingered in my memory until I went to sleep.
But other than that, it was a total fucking waste.
I can't believe I paid 40 pesos for one beer, shitty music, and the worst visuals I've probably ever seen.