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| The night was a partial success. by Quétinbec 01/15/2010, 2:45am PST | ||||
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| One of the whore bars was having an all-you-can drink night. I vomitted there wiating for things to kick off at the "mega" whore bar. I got to the mega whore bar at quarter to two. It was large, but that early, there were slightly more men than women. Also, I could only see one Russian! Same with the all-you-can-drink whore bar which was supposed to be packed with Russians: there were maybe 3. There, the mix was maybe 60% Asian; 35% Ethiopian; 5% Russian. There was one hot as fuck Chinese girl, though. My plan was to get the numbers of girls like that so I could call on them later for fucks, but at the time, I didn't feel comfortable doing that. Also, we met an American from my work and his three Kuwaiti friends, so there was quite a bit of joking around as opposed to the serious business of whoring. I was fine with that because the plan was always to make my move at the mega whore bar.
My friend and I left without the American for the serious business of whoring at the mega whore bar. I didn't have the sense to sit near the entrance. I wasn't thinking very clearly. I think I sat at the first available table with my back to the entrance. This Italian guy from my work arrived by himself and sat at our table. At some point after that, two or three Ethiopian whores arrived too. They sat on our armrests. I think the first to arrive (or the first I noticed) was a pretty one with straight hair. She sat with the Italian. The girl who sat on my armrest had hair as frizzy as fuck. I didn't pay her much attention because I was keen on the Italian's girl and the Italian was trying to get his girl interested in me. At some point, the American and the Kuwaitis arrived. If I wasn't so drunk, I would have thought this was a fucking disaster, but at the same time, what the fuck are these guys doing in a whore bar at this hour? You can say all you want about drinks, but come on. They've got to be fucking whores. The American was a bit pissed off at me because he'd been dancing with "my" curly haired Ethiopian at the other club. I don't think he was too upset, though. He didn't sound angry. And I really hadn't got shit. I wans't even interested in her. The Italian left by himself. The straight haired Ethi stayed sitting on his armrest. She didn't sit down in his chair, so all the whores were towering above us on the armrests at all times. I wasn't properly keeping track of what was going on around me. I don't think I had a drink. They had Sheesha there. The girls were smoking it. I smoked it. The bar was very crowded by this time but I really can't say what the other girls were like because I wasn't properly paying attention. I can't say if more Russians arrived. The frizzy haired whore started to talk to me. I couldn't understand what she was saying but she was asking me a question so I assumed it was about prices so I offered her 30BD! Haha. She must have been asking me something like that because she didn't seem surprised and countered with 50BD. We eventually settled on 40BD. That's the most I've ever paid for a single fuck while in Bahrain. So, with that settled, I just had to get the fuck out of there. My friend who wasn't drinking was supposed to be my ride out but he's married and he was with an Ethiopian too, and he wanted to wait for the American to leave so he could take her home. He gave up on that idea after 30 minutes and a lot of pressure. There was a scary moment, though, when while waiting for him, my whore went off somewhere. I thought she'd found some other guy and I was fucking furious at my friend for fucking around. She came back, though, and we left as soon as she returned. She asked for my name 3 or 4 times over the course of the night. She said her name was "Gerry". She said she was a Christian. I said my name was from the Bible. She asked me what my name was again. She said her name was also from the Bible. I argued with her about that. Her full African name was some weird thing that began with Gerry and didn't sound very biblical. She was actually very pretty. It took a while for me to notice because she had frizzy hair everywhere which meant you could only properly see her face if her head was turned directly towards you. I never used to like black girls but Ethiopians seem very different. The blacks you see on TV in America have big lips and flat noses. Ethiopians have very fine features - like Kobe Byrant! Hahaha. They're very pretty. I suppose it makes sense that blacks will vary in appearance from region to region. How foolish to think otherwise! Anyway, my friend drops me and the whore at my place. The whore asks if I can take her back when I'm finished. It's fucking 5am, bitch! Just stay the night. I agree to take her home but my friend says I'm too drunk. He says he'll wait in the lounge for me to finish and then he'll take her back. So, now I have her in my room. Holy shit! A black girl! I'm glad I'm drunk. I asked her what she wanted to listen to. I think she said something slow. I put on Jill Scott. Hahahahah. Oprah likes it. I went to brush my teeth. She used the bathroom too. I wondered if she'd shower, as the Asians do, but she didn't. I didn't object. She lay back on the bed. I think she wanted to talk. I said I wanted to fuck. She asked me to get the money but when I got the money she didn't take it so I put it on the bedside table. She kissed me. We kissed throughout the fuck. It was weird, because she wanted to do all this foreplay - like an actual fuck. She also wanted to turn the lights off so the room was lit only by the milkdrop visuals. I turned on the bedside light, though. What's the point of paying all this money to fuck a pretty woman if you can't see her? The fuck was of poor quality. It was 5am; I was drunk. My dick was quite limp. It took me a long time to cum. I couldn't cum when I wanted. I did cum eventually, though. I was looking at her face when I came. She asked me if it was good and I said it was OK. She had small tits, thin legs, frizzy hair and a pierced nose. She was very pretty. It would have been great if I was sober. After the fuck, she asked me why I'm not married. She asked me about my religion and my name again. Then a few minutes later, she asked if I'll marry her! Whores! While she's messing around in the bathroom, I go to see my friend. He's watching UFC or something in the lounge. The whore comes out, I get her number, and then he takes her home. One number, one fuck. A partial success. |
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