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Caught by the head of logistics by Quétinbec 11/25/2009, 12:20pm PST I'd abandoned my local whore bar because I'd developed 'relationships' with two of the whores there and they made it an awkward place to visit. I want to fuck lots of kinds of whore, not just the same ones all the time, but I also don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I wasn't happy with some other whore bars though, so I ended up back at my local. This was on Monday. There were a lot of very respectable men in the bar. A couple were more handsome than me. In the space of 5 minutes, there were three entrances that were huge to me: The first was a whore I'd fallen in love with and been deceived by. Her name is Nana and she rarely comes inside the bar for some reason. She's either at her apartment or in the car park closing on shy guys. Thats where I first met her. The more assertive girls with stronger English often take up that role. I had taken Nana to my place and then backed out of paying her (I thought we were in love!) and then I accidentally hit her in the head with the door on our way out. She went back to the brothel with a bruise and no money and said she told them what happened but said that some of the Indian bouncers didn't belive her and I think a lot of people there thought I was a piece of shit because of that. Nana was wearing hotpants. I couldn't get her into the hotel wearing that. I was talking through a plan with my friend when this ~50 y/o married guy from my work with two ancient looking Chinese prostitutes arrived! Caught red handed! He was a respectable enough guy, too. He spent 30 years working for Lockheed Martin, which I think is cool. His wife and daughter live in England and aren't interested in moving here to be with him. He kept his shit together quite well while talking to us. I like him, but now he's completely in my debt! Then Om, the 17 y/o, and her younger sister arrived. She was dressed really well before she went to get changed into her whore gear. I don't know what she ended up wearing because Nana was with me and I was too ashamed to look at her in case she looked sad. Before she saw me with Nana, though, she went to kiss me on the lips and I moved forward to do this before deciding against it kind of pulling away and kissing her nose instead. I called Nana over and told her that I'd fuck her for 30BD (last month she texted me a price of 20BD, but in the bar at that time I had too many other issues to deal with to waste time fighting over price). The two main problems were: 1. I would be taking her to a very fancy hotel so she'd need to put on jeans. (This took a very long time to communicate) 2. A guy from my work was sitting at a table nearby. She should stay in the bar after we leave and not move to the car park until she gets a text from me telling her to do so (this also puts me in the clear with Om - who I suppose is as sweet as a whore gets). Nana said she understood, but I tried to get her to explain my plan back to me in her own words to prove she understood and she got upset that I was treating her like a dipshit. I was worried she'd fuck it up and follow directly behind me like a previous whore had. Anyway, everything went according to plan and I left without any problems. We had to go to Nana's apartment so she could put on a pair of jeans. She kept asking to go to my apartment instead of the hotel because she'd been stopped there once before, but I'm not comfortable telling one of the guys I'm living with about my whoring, so it's off-limits to whoring on weekdays. We got inside friend's apartment without any problems. I went through her bag while she was showering. I'm curious about what's in whores' bags. And there's always about 2-5 minutes of nothing for me to do while they're showering, so I go through their bags. I don't take anything. Still pretty bad, I suppose. Anyway, she was very sexy, but the fuck was dull. A lot of whores close their eyes during their fucks. I used to be unhappy with that, but when the alternative is opening your eyes and staring blankly at the ceiling, as this girl did, I'd rather they kept them shut. She didn't clean her asshole properly so it smelt a bit of shit. It was only really noticeable when I was fucking her from behind. Anyway, the point of the story: My friend doesn't leave the hotel with us. He doesn't want the doormen to associate the girls with him because his wife arrives shortly. We got past the doormen OK. I wrongly considered the doormen to be my only threat at the Hotel. The whore and I were waiting at the boot of my friend's car when I saw the head of logistics at my company, his wife, and his teenage son approaching us. I don't work in his department, but I see him at work a lot and I played cricket with him once. He's also very well connected. He noticed me before I noticed him. He introduced his family and I said hello and considered not introducing Nana, who was almost hiding behind the boot, but they were looking at her, so how could I not. He asked me if I still lived at the hotel and I was so shaken that I said yes and then no. FUCK! Eventually, I got my shit together and was able to put together a lie about using the pool. I was pretty calm by that stage. I was very concerned about Nana fucking things up for me. I was going to lie on her behalf and say she was from the Philippines, but if she didn't play along I would be COMPLETELY fucked. There are a shitload of Filipino waitresses here, but Thais come here ONLY to whore. If you're from Thailand, you're a whore. This is how everyone sees Thai girls here. He asked her where she was from and she told them Thailand. I cut in quickly whenever he asked her a question. At some point, Nana started laughing for no particular reason. Then my friend arrived and the looked horrified, but kept his shit together well. He hadn't recognized the logistics guy until it was too late. Anyway, I thought I was completely fucked at the time, but now I'm not so worried. On the ride to drop Nana back at her brothel, I was saying how fucked I was because she'd told them she was Thai and all Thais in the ME are whores and I wanted to say she was Filipino. She apologized and then after I said it was no big deal, she acted very offended at what I said about Thais. The last thing she said to me as she was getting out of the car was, "Sorry I'm not Filipino". She shook my hand. My friend gave her a chocolate Santa to give to a whore he likes there. He told her not to eat it herself.

Caught by the head of logistics by Quétinbec 11/25/2009, 12:20pm PST     All assholes smell vaguely of shit. It gets so you don't mind it. by Ricky Roma 11/25/2009, 12:49pm PST