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| There's a fuck on my agenda. by Quétinbec 01/12/2010, 6:56am PST | ||||
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| Intel reports whores pay 5BD (~$US15) entry to my favourite whore bar. This now explains why savvier whores choose to hang out in the carpark. Fucks at this bar retail from 20-40BD. This bar, however, is exclusively Asian, with almost all the girls Thai. There are some Chinese but no Filipinos. There seems to be conflict between the Filipino whores and whores of other races. Perhaps they are cheaper? I don't know but they do look a lot worse. I've never been propositioned by Filipino.
I'm sick of Asians. I know of whore bars with Russians and Ethiopians. Arabs are only available in hotels. However, there is one place that has more whores than you or I could ever imagine! It's even in my neighbourhood, but thus far, I've been too frightened to visit it. It's a huge club in a large hotel complex that's claim to fame (other than its size) is being able to bribe the right people into letting them serve alcohol after 2am. They're the only club in the white district that can do this. They also don't charge whores an entry fee. The result is, at 2am, the whores (who sleep through the day) flock enmasse to this club. It's supposed to be madness. ~200 whores, ~50-100 guys. I wanted no part of it for a couple of reasons: at 2am, most of the girls will have already been fucked. If they haven't washed themselves thoroughly, there could be a Saudi's salivia on the tits you're sucking. Also, I'm usually too tired or drunk at 2am. More importantly, though, anyone still drinking LEGITIMATELY in the white district, Juffair, who wants to stay out without taxiing to town makes their way to this club to continue. So being there isn't such a shameful thing, but leaving the club with a whore is. The club is big enough that you can't size everyone up from a distance. You get caught in places like that. Consequently, I've restricted my whoring to cosy little sports bars with ~15-30 whores and at most half as many men during the early hours of the evening. I've grown a little bored, though. And the risks seem to have decreased, too. A number of married men have been caught with whores. My shit pales in comparison. I was caught with one in a parking lot and expected a huge fucking scandal but only copped a few sideways glances. It's not acceptable, but people are putting up with it, I suppose, in the face of all the other crazy bullshit that's going on. This Thursday, after basketball, I'm going to turn down offers of drinks and head to bed early claiming tiredness. At midnight, with everyone long gone, I'll wake up and meet a friend. We'll arrive at the whore bar at 1:30am so we can position ourselves somewhere near the entrance to keep track of the comings and goings before the influx. That night's fuck is only the secondary obective. The primary objective is to get whores' numbers. With the numbers, I hope to get at least 5-10 fucks out of this one trip. 10 fucks out of a single evening's exposure is great going. If someone I know comes in, I can leave and phone a girl to meet me in the parking lot. It's all about numbers. Anyway, that's the plan. |
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