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| Sad by Quétinbec 02/22/2010, 4:38am PST | ||||
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| I'll preface this by saying I didn't get any sleep last night so I may be overreacting to things.
I made an error in choosing Sunday as the night she came over. The Saudi weekend is Wed/Thur. The Bahr*ini weekend is Fri/Sat. So, I thought Sunday, being the Middle Eastern equivilent of Mon/Tue, would be offpeak. But while every other multinational here runs off the Bahr*ini work week, the fucking US Navy runs on a western work week with Sunday off and of course they whore like crazy. So, she was 30 minutes late on her way back from fucking some American. On the drive to my place, she's asked what I wanted to do that night aside from fuck. She wanted to go to some bar. I was thinking, "What the fuck? I have to take her out?!". My plan was for when we weren't fucking to lie on the couch so I could feel her up. I had the intention of bossing her into doing whatever I wanted. I even charged my camera's battery because I was gonna offer her an extra 20BD to film our fucks. But, we started the evening sitting on seperate couches. I can't remember what we were talking about, but I interrupted to ask if she could sit with me. SHE SAID NO!!!!!! That didn't even offend me it was so laughable! You'll fuck me but you won't sit next to me?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!??!?!?! When I asked why not, she said something about needing a shower and going to the bedroom if we want to fuck blah blah blah. OH! A HILARIOUS THING! We were talking about VISAs and she was saying how Thai girls are being denied tourist VISAs into Bahr*in over Feb/March, but that in April it would be back to normal. Why? The Formula 1's in March and Bahr*in's trying to clean up its image! HAHAAHAHAH! After the F1? It's back to being dirty as fuck. Way to fool the world, Bahr*in!!!! The only interesting part of the first fuck was when I asked her if she ever kisses her "customers". She said, "Sometimes, if they are clean. It can make a good feeling." AND THEN SHE DIDN'T KISS ME. She had a love bite on her neck that made me fucking sick. Now, earlier, I'd gone to the bank to pay off my credit card. Like a fucking idiot, I left 60BD on the counter where you fill out the deposit slips. I didn't realize that until about 30 minutes later at the supermarket. I rushed back to the bank hoping the stories about Muslims being such an honest people were true. The money was gone and no one had handed it in. One of the security guards said we could check the security tapes. After he said that, though, I became less sure that I'd left the money. I don't keep track of how much cash is in my wallet. It's just a small wad or a big wad to me. It did seem far too small at the supermarket, though. When they saw I wasn't sure, the two other guards told me to go check my car, bags, etc... and I thought, "Fuck it. I can't be fucked waiting around. The money's gone regardless." This is important because after I paid for the meal that was delivered to my apartment, I threw my wallet on the table. Peachy went to clean the dishes which is something I've never, ever seen a whore do - let alone the prettiest whore I've ever fucked! I walked out of the kitchen. When I was on my way to walk back in, the wallet was open and I saw the slot where my credit card should have been was empty. I took it to my room. I didn't suspect she had stolen it for long (even though she was one of the people accused of stealing Stabby's 600) because the last time I had used the card was when I was copying the number down on the bank counter to fill in the deposit form, so in all likelihood I'd left the card along with the 60 BD. The card had been missing for 8 hours by this stage. My online statement showed it was 650BD in debt - almost $2000 - despite me paying off everything earlier, so I was fucking upset. Anyway fuck that, this girl is fucking beautiful and sweet as anything. Maybe other whores are as nice, but the difference with her is that she was with a Turk for 3 years, so her English is good enough that you can have proper conversations. If she wasn't a whore, I'd seriously consider marrying her. Another difference between her and other whores is that she probably wouldn't marry me. The Turk hasn't spoken to her in 3 months but is still sending her 500BD/month! Try competing with that. She said she needed to go back to her flat to get changed so we could go to the bar. The problem was that she lives in a shithole in the middle of the Indian district where the roads are narrow as fuck and there are people everywhere. She said she knew where to find a park but she didn't so after she got out, I had to pull over to the side, blocking half the busy road, and turn on my emergency lights. I got the fucking shit honked out of me for 15 minutes. I was thinking seriously about my life choices at that point, especially because Peachy wasn't answering her phone and I started to freak out that maybe she had taken my card. She came back, though, and we went to the bar. Twice she went to the bathroom to talk to clients, and on top of all the other bullshit, it got to me quite badly. I've only once before driven drunk here because if you're caught, you're fucked. Alcohol is forbidden but not outlawed. But, I was so sad and lonely and confused that I decided to get fucking wasted and if I killed us both on the drive home or got arrested, that'll teach the world, and the American wouldn't get his fuck. That didn't happen, though. We got home and because we were both drunk, we had beautiful conversations about dreams and fears. Neither of us were in the mood for sex but I forced the issue to get my money's worth. Now, the night's what I really want to talk about. She hugged me even when I turned away from her. Eventually, she went to sleep. I couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned a bit and at some point ended up between the she sheet and the duvet (I don't know what you call it in American, but it's the thickest thing on your bed that's not a sheet or a rug and it lies on top of you). So, I was feeling like shit and I really wanted to hold her, but she was asleep in between the sheet and the duvet and because I was under the sheet AND the duvet (like a normal person), I couldn't touch her, and I didn't want to wake her up to tell her to get under the sheets so I could hold her because I wanted her to think I was nice. So I lay like this for hours and fucking hours not being able to get to sleep and I cried. Then, in the morning, when she woke up, she positioned herself properly in the sheets and held me, and I held her. It didn't make me feel any better at first. I felt a lot worse actually because I'd waited so long to hold her and she was so pretty and kind and unfortunate, yet I didn't feel anything. But, the longer it went on, the better it felt, and we ended up spending about two hours just holding each other and talking and it was very nice. Then we got up and I told her to wank me off! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! I made a joke of it, though. Then we went shopping, ran errands like normal people. Now I'm here alone writing this. I don't know if you have any idea how much of a mind fuck it is to have someone you start to care about like that arrange in front of you on her phone to fuck other people that night. Tonight she's fucking a ~26 y/o American. At the bank, within earshot of a Saudi lady, she joked about how she fucked a Swiss guy the night before who looked like Harry Potter. He took her for the night from 3pm for 90BD. She said last year, there was so much work that she was going for 50BD "one shot" and only sleeping 2-3 hours a night because she had so many clients, to the point it fucked up her complexion. She said she was making 3000BD/month! That's $100k untaxed/year. I don't want to hear that shit, but once she's starts talking about it, I can't stop asking questions. She said in addition to her family's debt, she's saving up for a Camry. She says cars are a waste of money but she said she needs to have something big like that to think about to stay motivated for her shittier clients. Sad. |
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