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| Nana by Quétinbec 11/08/2009, 8:29am PST | ||||
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Fussbett wrote: The reason they can so easily fool me into thinking they love me is because I strongly believe I'm the best client they'll ever have. How easy does that make their job? I mean, there are better looking US navy guys with better bodies than me, but they're shorter and they're fucking retarded. Amy told me she makes 1500BD/month here. A lot of that goes to her pimp, but from that I was able to work out that in her two years as a whore (she bacame a whore after her husband ran off with another lady), she's fucked about 1000 guys. When I told her that number, she got upset. 1000 fucking guys, though!!! And imagine the numbers of the girls who've been whoring for a decade. What would that do to you? She's been sending me texts daily. Dumb little things asking me how I am. Yesterday, she asked when I'd be back in the whore bar. I said it wouldn't be for a while because I feel dirty and sad there. That's true, but another reason was that I found out from a friend that one of the old guys at my work goes there, and it makes me sick to think he may have fucked someone I fucked. I approached him at a dinner last night and asked him about the place and he said it was just a bit of fun and treated it all like a fucking joke. I reminded him that he was married and I was single and he should be a lot more careful about this shit. I hope he took that as a threat because if people find out about my shit and I go down, I'm taking all those fuckers with me. I asked Amy what she does for fun in her time off. She said that once one of the pimps drove them to a shopping mall! Other than that, though, they just sit around in the hotel room watching TV and talking to the other whores. I told her that sounded really boring, but she disagreed. I suppose whores have lots of funny stories, though. Amy was trying to tell me a story about a guy she was fucking in Thailand who had some kind of heart attack as she was fucking him, but it wasn't a heart attack. Her English was too shit for me to tell exactly what happened, though, and I stopped asking her to repeat stuff when she started looking upset about her shitty English. Anyway, so today I get a text from her asking when I can see her again. I say that I don't want to go to the whore bar, but if she wants to have dinner, that's OK (thinking this would reveal her true colours). She agreed to have dinner with me this Thursday, though! Now, come to think of it, that doesn't mean FUCK ALL, because I know that bitch is working Thursday, because Thursday is the Saudi "Saturday", which means it's the biggest night of the week here. I know she's gonna get me to buy her dinner and then tell me some bullshit story about the Saudis and I'm gonna end up paying to take her home. It's totally fucked up. That's the worst case scenario. But, my "best case" scenario is almost as bad: let's say she falls in love with me or see me as a way out of this shit (like a total shit weasel, I always ask about her son and make it seem like I give a shit about him and am a great caring guy (in my defence, I have fuck all else to talk to her about. her son is one of the few things she's interested in, so really, i'm not that bad for talking about him so often)). Where the fuck am I supposed to take a whore? People will recognize her. And what if I fall in love with her? It's the dumbest thing in the world to love a whore! I totally didn't think this shit through. At worst, I thought it would become some hilarious story everyone could laugh at, but only two of my friends even know this shit is going on, and when the fuck can I tell anyone else? It's gonna be years before I can talk about this. And she's not even the prettiest whore there. She just dresses modestly and has beautiful eyes and such a sweet smile. I've totally fucked this up. And she's still got over a month on her VISA. I said to myself I wouldn't spend any more than $10,000 this year on whores and I'm already 1/10th of the way through that and haven't fucked nearly as many as I'd like, and now I keep going back to the same fucking one! And paying for the night, which is the dumbest fucking thing in the world. 90% of the pleasure of being with a whore can be had in an hour for half the price of a night. Good whores will bath with you and massage you, so it kinda makes sense to keep them around for longer, but not this one! I've totally fucked this up. I could fly to Oman every weekend for the money I'm spending on her. Fussbett wrote: I don't really want to talk about her. Her name was Nana and she I still don't know what she really thought of me - that's how good she is! The way she changed scared me. I accidentally hit her in the head with the door as we were leaving my apartment! I think she was looking at her reflection in the wall or something and didn't see it opening. It bruised her 'brow' I kept trying to take her to dinner. She said dinner was a waste of her time and that she'd fuck me for 20BD. I spent all my time with her pretending to be a gentleman so I turned down her offer to stay consistent with that, but I've since given up on that bullshit, and I planned on her being my next fuck, until Amy agreed to dinner on Thursday. |
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