Net result: Derek's best post. Ever.![]()





Net result: Derek's best post. Ever.![]()
Okay, I've always been a lurker. The only things I read is this thread and trip reports. When things slowed down I stopped reading and I came back and caught up. ..What the hell happened to FBR for his birthday? ..Other than that everything is same ol', same ol'.





Same thing that happened on the Slurpee's 40th birthday - more Slurpees. But hey, that's where I'd wanna be anyway, so I was not disappointed.Originally Posted by Joyfulgirl
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Chili Palmer gives THE best TR's. If all trip reports were done like his, the patronage of most clubs would increase by 50%...
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]Do unto others as you would have them do to you...it's less work to be nice than it is to be evil!
"Miss ChiChi, if you was my girl you would never cry from anything...except maybe happiness."





If all guys were like CP, the patronage of most clubs would increase 500%.Originally Posted by MinahSky
CP writes well and has interesting experiences. It's easy to live vicariously through him and understand a perspective different from your own.
I suspect most guys are in a less intense repetitive routine. FBR does the same thing over and over. He summed it all up in several TR's and one "fade to black" PM. I envy him in a way.
I don't write about my ATF. Who would care about our summer reading? Strange how the mental part becomes so significant and fulfilling.![]()
CP writes like a pro. I wish I had his wordsmithing abilitiesOriginally Posted by MinahSky
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FBR
Once again I have embraced my addiction and have put off the moral dilemma to another day.
I think I understand your question.Originally Posted by Joyfulgirl
Well, the birthday present didnt materialize. I was admittedly irritated for a while but since then we've been able to come up with some alternatives which are almost as fun. Yes, the full monty is ever present in the back of my mind but if she's reluctant then Im not going there. At the risk of sounding like a PL/RIL, her comfort level is important to me.
Sporty, I kind of miss writing the TR's and HG's. I experienced them again every time I sat down to composeOriginally Posted by SportsWriter2
But I guess after a while it seemed to me that I was becoming boring and repetitive. As you said, it was the same thing over and over again. I think my stories were more interesting back when I was consumed with trying to manage the flockettes, the Miss B/Boatdude drama and most recently (although quite a while ago) the Miss D vs. DJ juggling act. Since Ive settled on one favorite, its a lot easier on my nerves but not nearly so fun to write about.
FBR
Once again I have embraced my addiction and have put off the moral dilemma to another day.





It's not PL/RIL. It's the secret of why you do so well.Originally Posted by FBR
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So so true. I need to look him up the next time I am out west for sure. I think we'd light up a club or two together.Originally Posted by SportsWriter2





Gino, you have a green light.
Last edited by Jay Zeno; 09-02-2005 at 08:03 AM.




(part 1)
On Sunday morning I set out to visit my mother. She lives a good 10 hours NE from here. I usually make the trip and do a return trip the very next day for family business. I arrived in town at around 8pm. After spending some time with my mother and sister I set out to get a few laps from my favorite club to frequent whenever I roll through town. Why such short time spent with family? I was really only there to take care of some personal family business. (key word personal)
It’s around midnight and my fave club is a full nude club with a full bar and a pretty strict touching policy which seems to go out the window when they see you’re spending some larger denominations. They had remodeled the place since I last swept through. There were all of three dancers this Sunday night and the place was about as dead as it gets. I had a few beers and decided to head to that other club down the street that I had only been to once before.
I arrive at PP around 12:15am Labor Day morning. The parking lot is packed. This is one of the more popular places around town. I had only been here once before and really didn’t feel the vibe so I left after about 30 minutes. Boy, was I ever glad I gave it a second chance! Walking into this club reminds me a lot of walking into the club scene from the movie XXX. The club is incredibly dark with a main stage down on a lower level and about 4 cages throughout the club in which girls dance. The cages reminded me of the club scene from that movie. This club does have a very unique ambiance. It’s a lot classier than clubs I might normally frequent and was packed. There had to be at least 40 girls working this club. Girls on stage, in cages, mingling amongst the crowd, leaning at the bar... They were everywhere and just about every girl in there was at least an 8 (on a scale of 1-10) with a good number of perfect 10s tossed in. My first visit to this club was back when I was still in learning mode. I feel a good bit different nowadays.
I grabbed a Heineken and turned around to survey the crowd. Just as a girl is getting up from a table our eyes meet. She walks straight up to me and asks if I would like a dance. This girl was a tall brunette with long hair and a smile that would capture the heart of any man. I had caught a glimpse of her ass when she got up so the eye contact was deliberate. At the expense of sounding overtly amazed I could not believe the level of beauty that was in this club on this night. We visited a small room just a few feet away and hit a corner.
MW: damn I love that ass.
Girl1: (smiling)
MW: So this is the VIP room?
Girl1: Yes. It’s $20 per dance. I’m going to give you 2 for 1.
MW: Cool. Is there anything more private?
Girl1: Yes. There’s the Champagne room but I never go in there.
MW: Why not?
Girl1: I guess because I don’t get into having sex in here. Like Chris Rock said “There’s no sex in the champagne room”.
MW: (laughing)
We both enjoyed a moment of clarity. It quickly became obvious to me that getting the right girl in the Champagne room meant getting “extra” services as well in this club. I was a bit shocked because this was a very upscale establishment. Neverthless, she dances for me and almost rubbed out some pre-cum. This girl knew how to move and was perfectly ok with some touching. She did this thing to me where she blew in my ear and sounded like an airplane propeller. So I did the same back to her when she was laid back onto me. She got a real kick out of that. 4 dances later I handed her $40 and told her I might see her later. This girl was so fucking hot that I actually got a little worked up from those 4 dances.
It’s now about 12:40am.
I sit back down out near one of the cages and watch as hot girl after hot girl stroll by. A waitress strolled by. I stopped her and asked her about Champagne room pricing. She had no idea but said she would find out. “What time do you close?” I asked. “7am” she said. A few minutes later some guy approached me and gave me the pricing scheme. “Let me know if you’re interested” he said, and walked away. Good treatment thus far.
It only gets better. This barely legal looking babe walks by me and our eyes meet. She smiles and climbs into the cage next to me. She dances a couple of songs. She had captured my attention throughout so I tipped her a few dollars afterwards. She immediately joined me afterwards.
G2: Would you like a dance?
MW: Sureeeee
I follow her to a different area of the club.
G2: It’ll be $25 per dance and I will take that up front if you don’t mind.
The lightbulb in my head pops on. I get once dance from her. It was truly nothing to write home about although she was one of the finest little hotties I have ever seen. One dance with minimal touching concludes. I quickly thanked her and moved on.
It’s now 12:50am.





Quick and dirty summary for Destiny: MW is hunting away from home with no help from P.![]()




(part 2 of 3)
As I am walking back by the bar I spot this incredible depiction of beauty. I’m going to try my best to describe her but even that might not be good enough. I was so caught by her beauty that I stopped in my tracks just a few feet away, waited until two girls finished their conversation and then approached her. She was wearing a black lace outfit. She very much resembled J-Lo. This, to me, is a very good thing. On a scale of 1-10 she was an 11. I was so taken aback by her beauty and it was all I could to do not show it and trip over my own two feet.![]()
MW: Can I get a dance?
G3: Sure.
She tells me to follow her and strolls into the same room I had visited with G1. As we’re walking I notice the bikini tan lines in the crack of her ass. This girl’s ass is, without a doubt, one of the greatest asses I have ever had the pleasure of viewing. She sits her little purse down and I place my keys next to it.
G3: So what’s your name?
MW: (gives name)
G3: Well my name is J(*****).
MW: Nice stage name.
G3: (laughs) My real name is N(****). J(*****) is actually my middle name.
She gets right down to business with a dance. I’m trying to be a good boy but she will have none of that. She takes my hand and places it on her ass cheek.
G3: You can touch just as long as you don’t touch my private area.
MW: Ok.
During the dance I take the opportunity to rub my fingers along her pussy.
MW: Oops. I’m sorry. My fingers slipped.
D3: Yeah right.
The dance continues with lots of mutual touching. This girl was stick shifting right out of the gate. DAMN! Her BA’s were perfecto. I could tell she had only wanted to go a size or two larger because they really looked great and natural. I had another moment of clarity when out lips almost touched. She breathed on me and the smell of cheeb (with an attempt to hide it by chewing gum) hit me.
MW: I smell it. (smiling)
G3: Smell what?
MW: The smoke. You just smoked good stuff didn’t you.
G3: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
MW: (smiling) Ok. That’s hot though.
G3: What’s hot?
MW: Smoking.
G3: (Laughs)
It’s now 1am.
After the first dance I ask her if she would like to go sip some champagne. Based upon the info I had received earlier the Champagne room was 1 hour spent with the girl of choice in a “private booth” with no cameras, no bothers (straight from the guy’s mouth earlier). The bottle’s started at $250. Keep in mind, at this time I was fully resolved to the fact that I was going to the Champagne room with this girl. In that one dance she had worked my stick so well that I was dying to have some more privacy. I had truly never experienced this before. I’ve been with a lot of women but none any hotter than this girl right here. No one… When I asked about the Champagne room she looked at me a little weird. She asked a few questions about me. Where I was from? How long I was in town? Etc Etc. I believe at that point we had another moment of clarity.
G3: So you’re leaving in the morning?
MW: Yes.
G3: What time?
MW: 9am.
G3: (looking around to make sure we were the only ones in the room. We were.) We can do so much more for your money outside of here. Of course, if we do the price increases considerably.
MW: Keep talking.
G3: Are you interested?
MW: Uhmmm Yeah.
G3: $1000
MW: $1000 for what?
G3: I don’t discuss details in the club. There’s something about you that made me feel ok with this. You’ll just have to trust me.
MW: So you can just up and leave?
G3: Yes.
MW: I thought the club closed at 7am.
G3: It does.
MW: Alright. I’m down. Let’s do it.
G3: (takes a blackberry out of her purse and asks me for my number) I will call you in 5 minutes. What are you driving.
MW: (describes make, model, color) Where will we go? I’m not from here.
G3: There’s an Embassy Suites right across the street.
MW: (pricey but worth it) Alright. I’ll be expecting your call.
G3: Can I see your ID? I won’t do this with anyone without seeing their ID.
I show her my FL driver’s license. She studies it and approves.
G3: I’ll go get dressed and call you in about 5 minutes.
MW: Ok.
Now, at this very moment, I will admit, I thought this was not going to happen. I thought I had just been had.I went to the Embassy Suites across the street and hung out in the parking lot. I was not about to pay for a room if this was not going to happen. This girl was purely incredible. Her body was perfect. Personality: perfect. Smile: perfect. Ass: better than J-lo and Vida Guerra molded into one. I was in utter disbelief. No call yet and it had been 5 minutes. I ventured to the ATM to grab another 4 small to compliment the 8 small I walked in with. So I was set. When I left the ATM I checked the phone in the truck. Her number was on it as a recent call. DAMN! So I called her right back. She answered.
G3: Where are you?
MW: I’m at an ATM.
G3: I’m sitting in the parking lot.
MW: Ok. I’m on my way. Do you have protection?
G3: I do but you feel like you wear magnums which I don’t have.
MW: I’ll stop by the convenience store on the corner and see if they have some. What are you driving?
G3: I’m in a black Santa Fe.
MW: Ok. I’ll see you in a few minutes.
I arrive and survey the parking lot. There’s a black Santa Fe sitting at one end with the engine running. I called her again.
MW: I’ll get a room and call you to let you know where I am.
G3: Ok.
As I check in the clerk asks the typical questions. Is one King bed ok? YES! Smoking or non? NON! That’ll be $119. OK! One key or two? 1!
Check in time: 1:17am.
He hands me the key and tells me about their free continental morning breakfast. blah blah blah.
While on my way up the glass elevator I call her to give her the 4th floor room number. You can lean over the balcony from all floors and see the downstairs lobby area. It’s fully equipped with a bar and an indoor waterfall. Just a few short minutes later I see the top of this beautiful woman making her way to the elevator. I slip into the room. She knocks and I greet her at the door. She is carrying only that purse and I can see it’s too small to house a gun (whew).
MW: One question before I let you in.
G3: Ok.
MW: Are you a cop? I know you have to answer yes if you are.
G3: (laughs) noooo
G3: Are you? (she asks as she walks in and hugs me)
MW: Oh Noooo
I’m glad we quickly cleared up any suspicions.





Quick and dirty summary for Destiny: G3 (cute name) propositioned MW. In an attempt to make up for past shortcomings, he's giving her $1K.![]()




haha! Yes Jay. It does. Spending a G from this pocket doesn't happen very often. I can only think of one other person I would drop that much on.
Anyways.. let me finish the HG.![]()




(part 3)
She strolls in and makes herself comfortable on the couch. The room was great. It had a separate living room and bedroom. At that very moment I thought about what one of the blue balers had said a few days ago about how guys that pay a grand for pussy don’t every write about it. I thought to myself…. Hmm. I am about to drop a grand on this girl. Then it all become very clear when she smiled at me and asked if I wanted to go get naked. I excused my self to the restroom for a minute and emerged to find she has made her way to the bedroom and is now sitting in the middle of the king bed with nothing on. She’s sitting in the middle of the bed with her legs crossed almost as if she were doing some yoga.
G3: You had better get those clothes off.
MW: Uhmm yeah (smiling) I couldn’t find any Magnums but we’ll be ok.
G3: I have lots of lube.
MW: (frazier at full attention)
G3: Let’s take care of business first.
MW: Ok.
I count out twenties until I reach a grand. While counting she mumbles something to me. I look at her and keep counting. She apologizes for disturbing me. I then drop my shorts and she crawls over to the side of the bed. She begins to play with my shaft and acquaint her mouth with it. Before long she is full on sucking my shit while toying with my balls. I’m standing there with this glazed look in my eyes. I’m still in utter disbelief that there could be such perfection in one soul. I didn’t know her baggage. I didn’t whether or not she has kids. I had no hint of her socioeconomic status. All I knew was that at that very moment I was in a very sacred place. She was sucking as if there was gold in them thar hills.
MW: Lights on or off. (while motioning to the lamp next to the bed)
G3: It doesn’t matter.
MW: Ok. We’ll keep them on. (she’s visually stunning and I was about to enjoy every minute of this grand)
I motion for her to lie back on the bed and begin to kiss her. Her lips were so soft. Working my way down I played with her beautifully augmented breasts. Although I am not a fan of BA’s unless they’re slight, I was magnetically drawn to hers. As I sucked and flicked my tongue across her nipples she said “Damn. You’re good.” I noticed her getting turned on and continues to toy with her nipples while giving equal attention to the other with my hand. Either she was getting turned on or she was a good actor. I’ll leave the critics to be the judges of that. I moved lower first kissing her tummy and then the top of her private area. She appeared to not be shaven but all I saw was a little line of hair sorta like a landing strip but natural. Perhaps she was just a good barber.
As I make my way to her love box I began to kiss it. I gently parted her hooded area and softly kissed her hood. How can a woman be so perfect? Even her love box was a marvel to see… First a kiss then a lick then a soft suck of the hood. She was visibly aroused. Seeing her getting turned on made me even more excited. Within 3 minutes of rinse repeat she came in intense waves. She sounded as though she had lost all control for a moment. I could taste her juices. We don’t need any judges for that.
I wanted to make her come again but she wouldn’t let me. “I’m very sensitive right now” she said. Oh, you know I tried more than once. Each time I was met with a snicker and a gentle hand covering the area.
As I emerge from beneath she reaches over and pulls out a condom. She also pulls out a bottle of lube. She rolled it on and made mention of how tight it was. Hell, I was just ready to slip it in. She then squirted some lube on it and onto her box. I then slipped it in as she let out a gasp of approval. She spreads both legs wide while I give her a good dose of Frazier while in the standard mish. I take the opportunity to go even deeper by placing my hands on her thighs to push her legs down to the bed and find myself pounding it to the hilt. She’s looking me straight in the eyes with this look of amazement as I pound away occasionally slowing up and working it in and out gently. “Do you want it from the back?” she asks. My response is an unequivocal yes.
I pull out to let her turn over. She positions herself in front of me on all fours and arches her back. This girl is so flexible. I pull the sheets all the way back to expose her feet. I was incredibly turned on seeing her in that position. She reached back and squirted more lube onto my shaft from the top as I slipped it in. I began to make sweet sweet fuck to her as she moaned and gasped with approval. “That’s so good. Damn!” she said. Who was I to argue? As I fucked her I leaned back and looked down. The vision of my shaft sliding in and out was something that almost took me over the edge. I wasn’t finished though. Her back arched even further as she appeared to have another orgasm. “I want you to lie on your left side with your top leg bent” I said. She obliged and positioned herself for rear side entry. This position is clearly my favorite and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I lost it all. I’m grabbing butt cheek and pounding away while reaching around to caress her breast. The thrusts became longer and more distinct as we both knew I was about to enjoy another moment of clarity. I verbally thanked the gods as I came while buried to the hilt.
I then rolled over and lied next to her. I had to catch my breath. You would have thought I was competing in the decathlon or something… While we lay next to each other I offered a massage. She accepted and I straddled her from behind. I gave her a nice back massage and then lied back next to her. She thanked me for the massage as I continued to caress her body. While caressing her she fell asleep. Now at this moment one two prevailing thoughts went through my head. (1)I cannot spend the night with this girl and (2)I cannot go to sleep with her because I might wake to nothing. No cell phone, no leftover money, no driver’s license…That was rather sobering. My mother would kill me if I showed up back at her door at 8am after a night out. So I woke her by softly kissing her back and slipping some digits in to let her know I was ready for round two. As she woke up she suggested a shower which we took together. I washed her back and she showed me her sunburn. She had fallen asleep in the sun just earlier that day.
After we dressed the ending conversation went something like this.
MW: I just can’t seem to find the words to describe how good that was.
G3: I enjoyed it too. When are you coming back to town?
MW: Well, I hadn’t planned on coming back for awhile but…
G3: Well, I will be around here but was thinking about going down to Miami.
MW: You would set Miami on fire.
G3: (blushes) I’m from New York.
MW: Really. Where in New York?
G3: lower Manhattan. That’s where I spend a lot of my time. I do also occasionally make trips out to Vegas.
MW: (another moment of clarity)
G3: You have my number now. That number won’t change. Now matter where I am you can reach me ok. I want to hear from you again.
MW: No doubt.
She leaves and I go down to check out.
I told the guy at the counter I had decided to just move on instead of staying the night. He said “Well since you were only here for less than two hours I will only charge you ½ price (nice). I grabbed my receipt for $65 and headed home.
It's now 3:02am.
I’ve never experienced what I just described here. How the hell did I pick the perfect one out of the crowd? I’m still asking myself that question.





You think G3 scored another $1K trick that night? She is one smooth ho. But hey, it's worth $800 just to never have them "open up to you."
It's comforting to know that Embassy Suites has de facto siesta rates.![]()
Well, you could have at least TRIED to negotiate. LOL! Your money, though, and surely sounds like you had a good time with it...![]()
I'm a simple man, making my way through the universe.





Frazier was too hungry.Originally Posted by aggieed
More notes on MW's Excellent Adventure. The MagnumXL holds the world's record for most capacity before breaking: seven gallons of water.![]()
Sounds like you had a good time. Its just money so if you got a $1k experience out of it its worth it. But now that you have that out of your system, next time negotiate![]()
Last edited by xdamage; 09-07-2005 at 06:44 AM.
Actually I would think getting a discount on the room sort of detracts from the experience after youve lived large and dropped 1K for the HG. MW, this poor guy probably makes like $20K a year. You should have tipped him for being so understandingOriginally Posted by Moneywise
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FBR
Once again I have embraced my addiction and have put off the moral dilemma to another day.
Naaaa. I dont see MW having any remorse. The true story is he has two overwhelming forces acting upon him.Originally Posted by SportsWriter2
1) A significant disposable income which makes expensive playtime easy to rationalize.
2) Evil Frazier who through some neurological quirk has a direct plug in to his brain and can make him do unspeakable things, even after just visiting his mother.
At the risk of sounding overly religious I said 5 Hail Marys and 10 Our Fathers for MW after reading his OTC/HG. Something tells me it probably wont work![]()
FBR
Once again I have embraced my addiction and have put off the moral dilemma to another day.





Ahem, that would be Evel Frazier as in Evel Knievel, the legendary stunt rider who once summed it up as follows:Originally Posted by FBR
"There were a couple of women I should have screwed that I didn't, there were a couple of ramps I wish I had hit a bit faster. But apart from that, I have had a good life."
Evel Frazier won't have any regrets about women.
Last edited by SportsWriter2; 09-06-2005 at 07:27 PM.




She wore this exact outfit to the hotel:
complete w/ hat & all and just a bit more covering over the midriff. Being from Manhattan I would imagine she was probably a fan of J-lo but asking was not on my mind. As I peered over the balcony and watched her walk to the elevator I kept thinking "damn this girl is gorgeous." Her body contour resembled J-lo with the exception of her ass. She was toned and her ass was picturesque. She was model material no doubt and for a couple of hours I was in trick heaven. It was strange. There were never any time limits discussed although she wanted to get right to it. Had I not turned the heat back up she would have laid there and slept for who knows how long.
She had to either be Spanish or Puerto Rican. 2 days removed I have no regrets about dropping a G for what ended up being one of the best sexual experiences in my lifetime. Sometimes it's not about paying for it. It's more about getting what you want when you want it with no strings. I have her number plugged into my phone. That's the only string I wanted. If I want strings I'll call my fuck friend. she fucks for free but she also has two kids that don't exactly sing in the choir.
Would I possibly call N**** on my next roadie to discuss logistics? Absofreakinlutely.![]()
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