Thursday 11-07 Novella

Arrived at HK at 10:30 PM. Checked into Cascadas – going cheap this time, single room. All those people who tell you that it's noisy? They're right. Mine was situated on floor 7 but it felt like I could still hear the club. Right on the corner next to the elevators, too, so the night was punctuated by the loud clops of the platform shoes these chicas walk around in. But no matter! I'll be in the club most of the night

Walked in through Cascadas. Every time I come I think I'll give the chicas here a chance, but I never do. Perhaps because the chicas are mostly sitting, waiting for someone to sit next to them and chat them up and that's really not my thing. It takes an effort, especially after just walking into the place. I move on into the HK section, where two girls are making out on the main stage. Would have stayed to see that, but the place was standing room only and staff was doing their damnedest to make sure a path existed. I moved on.

Miami was open. For the longest time, I'd thought that the little stage and room just to the right of the main HK entrance was Miami, but this night the doors beyond that room were opened. The place wasn't as crowded. Probably because all the girls were migrating to the main room. Not that staff wasn't trying to fix that. Every few minutes I'd see one of them leading one or two girls by the hand like petulant teenagers to dance on top of the bar at the back of Miami. I took a seat there to spectate.

Sometimes someone asks about girls that look Asian at HK. There were a few of them in Miami, and I fixated on one of them atop the bar. Shoulder length blonde hair, tight ass, no breasts to speak of, but cute as hell. I started feeding her some singles until this puta decided to sit next to my right. Asked my name. Told me hers. Started making BJ motions. A mesero was on my left almost instantly, asking if I wanted to get her a drink. Told him no. Told her no. But she wouldn't take no for an answer. Kept making the suggestive head jerks upstairs along with BJ and HJ motions. Mesero hanging out behind my other shoulder. I managed to keep my cool, shoved a single in puta's bra to drive her off, told her no one more time. She still tried the suggestive BJ motion. One more no, and she made a point to look disgusted with me as she took off. Feeling was mutual. Turned back to the bar, Asian-looking honey was gone.

Wandered back into HK main, which had gotten more crowded. Sat at the bar at the back to watch the foam show. One of the dancers had her legs spread, enticing someone to take a closer look, then grabbed his head and shoved it onto her belly, wrapping her legs against his head, getting foam all over his face. Released and laughed. Moved down the bar to do it again.

Spinner steps in front of me. Deep black hair, cute bob, eyes a guy can fall into. We find a table to chat, get a ficha, figure things out. I'm just drinking water, she apparently asks for the wine. I hadn't heard what she had asked for but I could tell from the mesero's face. He asks if I'm OK with $33. I know my training: never buy the wine. But I wave my hand that it's OK. Let's see where this goes. I have to give this mesero credit, he was watching out for me. Shows me the wine. Confirms that I'm fine paying for it. Give him a thumbs up. She claps her hands and kisses me. Nice.

For me, the wine was kind of worth it. Every time she took a sip, she gave me a kiss, transferring a little bit of that sweetness from her tongue to mine. I enjoyed it. Won't buy it again, but now I know.

Then we discussed arriba. I remember reading that I should set the price first. Told her "cien." Her eyes got wide, and she laughed; "$140!" Now, I'd have accepted $120, that seems to be the going rate these days, but I'd naively hoped that she would have accepted the $100 offer because I'd bought the ficha. Nope. That's the cue that she can try for more money. She held firm at $140. I held firm at leaving.

Which turned out for the best in many ways. Walking back towards HK front, this stunning chica – long hair, tight waist, ample bosom, and an ass that probably served as counterweight for her breasts walked past me in a black fishnet dress. I turned around and struck up a conversation. And by conversation I mean I said: "Hello," and she responded: "No habla engles," I really need to learn Spanish. But I've let stunners get away before because we didn't speak the same language. Not this time.

We negotiated $120 right off the bat. Didn't bother with ficha. Went arriba to my cozy little single and settled in. She took off her platforms and immediately sunk down a few inches, wincing at what looked like tortured feet. I took a few minutes to massage them. I'm out of practice at that, but gents, this is the one move that I know that makes the chicas melt.

There weren't any limitations, although I'm pretty vanilla. She allowed me to enjoy every inch of her supple, eye-catching body. Afterwards, she got in the shower and invited me in. We cleaned each other off and returned downstairs.

Gone are the days in which I can have two or more women a night - I envy you young gentlemen. But I did grab a tequila and set myself in a Miami booth watching a foam show materialize on the stage in front of me. One of the staff was working the crowd, blowing her whistle at the men walking past and pointing to the undulating asses covered in foam. She'd been doing that all night in Miami at whichever stage had the foam show. Now, she whistled at me and pointed, but I wasn't getting up out of my booth. I pulled out two singles and tossed them on my table, and she came up, grabbed them, and slapped them on the girls' asses herself. Of all the characters in HK, frankly, I found her the most remarkable.

But we don't come for the staff. We come for the chicas. I may have found my 'rita in the chica with the black fishnet wrapped around her tight body and the black hair just touching the top of her ass crack. I'll just have to learn some Spanish before I find her again.

Three tequilas later, I got back up to my room around 3 AM. Fell asleep. If anything went on in the hallways outside, I didn't hear.