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| A night with Amy by Quétinbec 11/06/2009, 12:10pm PST | ||||
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| She was waiting for me with my friend at a table in the bar, when I returned with drinks. She didn't give me a second to look at other girls. I didn't recognize her at first because in the 4 (?) days since I last fucked her, in my mind her face had transformed into a kind beautiful of Sade-like thing. I was a little disappointed to see she wasn't as beautiful as I remembered. I ran out of things to say to her very quickly and began negotiating a price for the evening. I said I didn't want to spend any more than 50BD on her. I started bargaining at 40BD. She wouldn't budge from 60BD. We argued about it on and off for about 5 minutes. My friend gave me shit for being tight. He backed the whore and made fun of me and she laughed.
There was a cocksucker American sitting at the table to the left of ours. He was in his late 20's. I'd seen him there before alone but for his whores. He makes dumb jokes with the whores and smokes sheesha with them. He enjoys being there. He's the opposite of me and I hate him. He was close enough to our table to hear the louder part of our negotiations. Part way through, while I was talking to my friend, Amy turned to him and he started joking with her. She got out of her chair to talk to him. I was really fucked off. I didn't want to look at him because if he made any remotely hostile face, I'd swear at him and then who knows. When Amy returned back to her chair, I told her how she shouldn't talk to that guy when she's with me because it fucks me off. She said he was her friend asked me why she couldn't speak to him and I said I just didn't like it, so then she turns back to the guy and whispers something to him! I couldn't fucking believe it! I told her I definitely wasn't paying her 60BD now because of that bullshit. She laughed and called me crazy and asked for 60BD. Negotiating with a whore is difficult, because even if you win out and get the lower price, you lose because you piss them off and they give a sub-par "service". I didn't want to pay 60BD, but I also didn't want to piss her off by forcing her to accept 50BD. I'd been planning this evening of fucking her for days so I was pretty much at her mercy. I said we'd play paper, sissors, rock and if she won, I'd pay 60BD, and if I won, I'd pay 50BD. I thought this was the only way of getting that price without pissing her off. She agreed. I won and yelled out, "HAHA! 50BD!" which was pretty hilarious because a lot of people must have heard and my friend was embarrassed. I didn't check to see how much of a spectacle I was making of myself because I was scared that if I noticed people looking at me funny, I'd lose my nerve. She pouted though. I said that we had agreed on this deal but she still looked like she wasn't going to have it. I said we'd play best of three. She won the next one, and the final game went on forever because we both kept choosing sissors. She eventually won. Whatever. Then there was this weird thing where my friend wanted to stay on because he finds the place hilarious and I wanted to leave because I hate the place and all I want to do is take Amy home. I was talking to my friend because I didn't have fuck all to say to Amy in an environment like that. She was sitting there bored waiting for us when the American to the left threw half a packet of gum on the table in front of her! I didn't look at him but stopped listening to my friend and looked at the gum. I seriously would have beaten the fucking shit out of that guy if he had done any more shit. I thought he was the fucking scum of the earth. I didn't risk looking at him. I can't remember what Amy did with the gum. Eventually, we left. I spent the whole car ride to my house bitching about the American. My friend told Amy that I was tense and needed a massage. She laughed. I did want a massage but I didn't want to have to ask for it so that was good. She never gave me a massage. When we arrived back at my house, two of my flatmates were watching TV. I had only expected one to be there. Amy was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and not looking too whorish, which is one of the reasons I like her - she's "disguised". I had told my flatmates that I was meeting a new Filipino for coffee, and I'm well known for my dealings with Filipinos, so bringing Amy back wasn't too out of the ordinary, except that I'd only been gone for about an hour and in that time she'd supposedly agreed to come back to my room. How could they possibly believe that? I introduced her to my friends and asked if she wanted a drink of water to make the whole thing seem less suspicious and make it look like I wasn't shitting my pants out of fear. I'd hoped she'd say no but she said yes, and one of my friends, who looked like he was going to crack up asked her to take a seat. I only half filled her glass so I could get out there and keep her from making a fraud out of me. I asked my friends what they were doing this evening to draw the attention away from her. One asked us which coffee shop we went to. I hadn't thought of one so I pretend to mispronounce an italian coffeeshop beginning with V and my friend jumped in and said "Oh yeah, I know that one." which freaked me out because I thought he was taking the piss. It turned out he did actually think he knew some coffeeshop beginning with V! Hahaah! The other one was sitting there with a smile on his face and I was very close to asking him what the fuck his problem was. Fortunately I didn't, because It turned out they weren't as suspicious with her as they were amused at me. I said I'd show her around, and as soon as we got to my room, I shut and locked the door. Safe inside, we sat down and talked about the unprotected sex we'd had earlier in the week. I can't remember what else we talked about. Before I showered, she asked if she could watch TV. There's a TV in the corner of my room, but I haven't hooked it up. It's there for show and she must have thought poorly of that, so I told her she could use my laptop (or she could, you know, join me in the fucking shower like a whore's supposed to). She was happy just to sit there. After I showered, she had a very long shower. She washed off all her make up. That was a shame. I wanted to fuck her once with make up, and once without. After the showers, we fucked. More people arrived at my house. What the fuck was going on? I recognized some of the accents. She was really concerned that someone would walk in. She didn't believe that I'd locked the door. I was like, "I'm the one who should be worried about this shit!". I was getting texts and some cock knocked on my door. I was convinced the world would now know about my whoring. Eventually, they left the house. Now, I was in the weird situation of finding ways to kill time with a whore. It was about 11pm. She usually works until 5am so wasn't the least bit tired. I was very tired. We watched discovery channel for 5 minutes and then went back to bed to talk. As she lay on the pillow next to me, in my t-shirt and boxers, I asked her questions about her whoring. I asked her about the kind of men she fucked and if she had ever fallen in love with a client and how often clients fall in love with her, and that kind of shit. I told her how her shit was all an act and the only reason I'd come back to her was that she was a better actor than the others. She laughed at that. I'd hoped she'd have been offended, but she wasn't, so I guess I was right. She wasn't different like I had thought initially, she just deceived me in subtler ways. She wouldn't make a million dumb sex moans, she'd just alter the pace of her breathing. She wouldn't say, "Oh, so big" when I slid my cock in, she'd just furrow her brow. I complained that she was impossible to love. She made me feel different to all the others. That's what I wanted because I do consider myself much better than her others, but the longer I spent with her, the more that came to pieces and the more I felt like just another. It's hard for her to sustain that kind of illusion for 16 hours. At one point, she asked me what my name was! At another point, I was looking away and thinking about what a fuck up I was, and she asked me what was wrong and I tried to explain, but she didn't understand and I cried a tear! It's hard to know where you stand with a whore because so much is fake, but then there'll be something you think is real, but you've been fucked with so much that you can't trust it. She couldn't sleep, so I couldn't sleep, so I put on some music. She asked that the AC be chilled to fuck. And I held her. It felt good to hold her. I asked her if she felt nothing or felt good when I held her. She said it felt OK. Later, after sex in the morning, I held her again until my arm became numb and I tried to pull away, but she held me there and wouldn't let me roll away. Our fingers were interlocked. That could have been a moment, but I'll never know for sure because you have to be suspicious. ANYWAY, the next morning we fucked again. It was a bad fuck. She didn't want breakfast. I said I'd drop her at her hotel, but she couldn't remember where it was. A lot of the whores are here illegally, so they get moved from hotel to hotel, I guess to avoid the authorities. She said she'd only been at the most recent hotel for 4 days so she didn't know the way there. The lengths pimps were going to to hide the whores worried me. I thought the authorities didn't give a fuck about this stuff so long as it stays hidden and the right people are bribed. My phone number is in the memory of about half a dozen whores' phones. What if they get busted and they follow up on those numbers? You read about that shit all the time in the papers. We couldn't google maps her address based on the landmarks she knew surrounded it, so she had to call a pimp to pick her up. He took forever, so Amy and I chatted about shit. She played volleyball back in Thailand. She said she liked to disco and invited me to join her on her off days. We swapped numbers. Up until then, we'd only talked about whoring, love, sex, and money, and it wasn't until the subjects changed to more mundane stuff that I realized I didn't like her very much. She is OK, though. The pimp had trouble finding my place so she passed the phone to me so I could help him with directions. He was an Arab. He didn't answer me after I gave directions until I said hello, and then he grunted. He was very rude! I waited outside our building with her while she waited for the pimp, which looked dodgey as fuck to the doorstaff, but I took the risk to be a gentleman. She sent me a text 3 hours ago, which was half an hour before her work starts. She asked me how I was. I sprained my ankle playing basketball today, but I knew she wouldn't understand sprain or ankle, so I told her I hurt my foot. She told me to go to sleep. I told her to always wear protection and be careful. She said she knows that. Again though, she only texted me just before her work. She was hoping I'd pay for another night, I assume. You can't afford to trust them to love you like a normal human being. They have shut down that side of themselves. I'm as full of shit as she is, though. There's no way I'd marry a whore and take her away from her shitty life, which is the impression I try to give them. The only person I'm kidding with that bullshit is myself. I just want a whore for a girlfriend because I think it'd be an interesting experience. I'd keep it going for a month. |
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