Thought I'd Try Some Sugar
[QUOTE=Rascal X;1523333]Some things never change. I have seen this provider quite a few times. Last time a few months ago as Apple at Pink, before that as Ruby at GQ. I know she has bad reports, but she has my body type and big nipples that I like. She usually lets me play with them a little, but trys to cover them with her arms. Now she is working at Hula's under the name Sugar. She recently got back from the mainland, and called me to say she was back. I went to see her and paid the HF and asked to take a shower. I was put off by the place. The shower was gross, the matresss and floor looked filthy, and felt like you were lying on worn out springs. Looked like the kind of place you read about in the back streets in China. It even smelled bad. Loud talking and TV from outside was annoying. I wanted to get up and leave, but made the mistake of staying. Sugar comes in and goes immediately to CBJ, no massage or back rub. Gets on for 2-3 minutes of CG, and tells me her nipples are sensitive and don't touch them. Another 3 minutes of mish, and she is upset that I have not come yet. I stop and say to myself, what the hell am I doing here. So she gets up, puts on her clothes and says to pick another girl next time. I put on my clothes and thought about walking out without tipping at all, since I was only there for 15 minutes which included the time to shower, and got nothing close to being satisfied. But I gave her $50 for the less than ten minutes she spent in the room with me. She looks at it and gives it back and says keep it and don't come back,"I don't need it". Like I would ever want to see her again. She than calls my cell and leaves a message swearing at me again telling never to call her again. I rarely write bad reports, but this was unbelievable. Probably the worse session I have ever had.[/QUOTE]I mongered my way down to Ward three-plex, tonight, to see if any of Pink's girls made it to the nearby AMPs. First off, to the dude wearing the maroon button-down shirt that went up the Rappongi stairs around 9 p. M, PM me with where you got your shirt! I liked it! Just kidding, of course, but those were nice threads. Anyway, a couple of Asian kids went up the Pink stairs and I followed shortly thereafter. Saw a baldie monger in black shorts and a black t-shirt leave GQ. Then, another three dudes went into Rappongi before I could walk in the door. Figured the whole scene was going to be busy, so I bolted.
Not-so-bright idea of the night: Go to Hula Girl, find Sugar, then try to show her the error of her ways. To make a long story short, I failed at this task. I know, I know. All of the reports evince terrible service. But hey, maybe we can slowly rehabilitate her attitude, right? Yeah, no. HG is just as nasty as everyone says. Floor? Dirty. Mattress? Think I might've contracted hepatitis when I touched it. Shower? So oily and grimy that it almost 9/11'd my mood. Back to the room with Sugar; she looks exactly as everyone has described. Gave her the tip up front, thinking that might improve things. No massage, like Rascal said, though I did get an extremely quick and passionless BBBJ, followed by about five minutes of CBJ. Not too bad, though my gonads could've used a bit more attention. Eh, whatever, I've had worse.
Jumped into CG. And wouldn't you know it, I got the same treatment as Rascal in the "no touchie the' nippie" department (what her attitude would sound like, if it could speak freely). She rode me for about five minutes, until I asked if we could 69 before some K-9. She obliged both, but didn't agree with my taste buds. I had a latte just before arriving, so maybe the combo didn't work. Never been a problem before, but that doesn't mean anything. At any rate. 69 was short lived. Switched to K-9 and the specter of Rascal popped up for the third time, when she asked if I was close to cumming. Gave her a compliment about her ass; told her I'd never been with a girl like her. Tried to talk dirty; that was a no go. Tried to be sweet and romantic; that was also a no go. About three minutes later, she again asked if I was close. Smacked her ass pretty hard a couple of times and told her to stop asking.
She got this stunned look in her eyes. Wasn't sure if I'd crossed a line and was about to see psychobitch or she was going to burst into tears. Well, neither happened at that moment. She just slid us into mish. Alright, maybe she's wising up that I won't tolerate her insouciance. Wrapped her legs my waist and arms around my neck, which made me think we were going someplace. Turns out, we did go someplace. Monger hell. After two minutes of decent mish, she just stopped. Cold. And expected me to do all the work. Not most of the work. All the work. At the same time, she starts asking me random questions about where I work, if I plan to come back, if I smoke. What the hecks? We're fucking, child. Not speed dating. Decided at this point that my efforts would be fruitless, so I switched back to K-9, grabbed hold of her ass and pounded the hell out of her pussy. Since she had the audacity to ask me a THIRD time if I was close to cumming, I pulled off the protection and jizzed all over her ass, pretty much without warning. Made her even more icy. Whatever. Not repeating, darlin', so I'm not concerned about your feelings. Cleaned up and got out. Fast.
Man, what a dump. The establishment and the girl, service-wise. I can't complain, however, since I got most of my hour and no drug talk. From what I gather, that qualifies as an exemplary experience with this bimbo. Yikes.
