Searching for my Viet Sugarpussy
One of my first posts on this site a few years ago related my first trip to the Viet nuthouse AC6. The experience was so stimulating that it re-set my interest in MPs which I had for the most part given up a few years before that. That is because my 1st AC6 provider was a young doe in headlights who I'll call "Sugarpussy". So pretty, so scared and out of place, but when she got comfortable with me, oh so sweet. Service was unskilled but completely compliant. My wish was her command but she didn't have the experience for it to be great. But her attitude made it great.
She told me it was her 2nd day working in an MP. She was a few months in OC from Vietnam trying to be a student, but not cutting it financially working crap jobs available to a Viet immigrant with barely any English. So she tries AC6, and hates it. When I was saying goodbye she handed me a number and Email address. She told me in subsequent Emails that were so incredibly poignant that she couldn't handle the MP work and had quit after her 4th day. We arranged a real date for an upcoming weekend. I wanted to show her some of the beauty of California as all she knew were the dull OC concrete corriders and ragged mini malls, so we drove to the mountains and had a picnic.
A week later she wrote another moving message, packed her bags and boarded an airliner back to Vietnam hoping she could avoid coming back to the USA if it offered her nothing more for her than servicing bears like me in an Animal Clinic with LE chomping at her pretty heels.
Flash to the present, I get a lead from a reliable source that she "thinks" that Sugarpussy has returned to OC and "may" be working in one or more of the Viet spots in GG, but not AC6. I lost her number long ago but I sent an Email to her old Email address, but didn't get any response.
Last Monday afternoon I had a few hours to spare, so I went off to prowl a couple of the higher profile Viet places in search of Sugarpussy. At worst I'd end up spending an hour with a reasonable facsimile of SP. My first stop was the place that I guess is in Stanton. Located in a semi-hidden mini-mall off Beach just a Joe Flacco long bomb from Tijuana's strip club. A very young Vietnamese man is standing outside the door on his phone. I can see he's the "papasan" but too young to earn that title so I'll call him the "Dude-a-san". I follow him into the lobby where another doe in headlights is sitting looking sleepy and like SP, extremely out of place. So I know that I've at least crossed the border into the natural habitat for Sugarpussy.
I asked him outright if SP is working today. The name being a common one I suppose among Viet MP workers. He advises that she's on schedule, but not until after 6:30. And it is only 1:30 now. Hmmm."well, any chance she may be working the afternoon in your other place?", asks me. He clarifies what I mean by the other place and says that she may well be there.
The other place is very close by in a rotted mini mall right off of GGB. It occupies offices of departed glorified bookkeepers or perhaps to not offend any members of this large tribe of glorified bookkeepers who no doubt populate this site, they could be better described as financial bean counters and strategists, and this MP operates with the name of this noble financial profession on the door.
Yup, another Dude-a-san on his phone out front."Dude", I sez,"Is Sugarpussy working now?" Dude sez not today, but we have other girls. Now the monger in me takes over. I'm not going to continue casing the GG looking for Sugarpussy behind every neon sign. I tell him I'm good for an hour session if he has another girl as young and pretty as Sugarpussy."Of course" he exclaims sounding like a 2-bit hustler. So its $60 for the hour and I'm ready to play.
I get set on the massage table in what was surprisingly a very nice private room. Ready to meet SP II. But it is too dark in there for me to get a good read on the appearance of the girl that enters the room. She doesn't bend down to greet me and show her face as some providers do. I look up to see mainly her chin, and it doesn't seem good. I'm thinking she's in her mid-30's to mid-40's and plain ugly. I ask her right off the bat playing on the name of this joint "Are you here to do my taxes?". The theory is it is never a bad thing to humor a provider you don't know as the dance gets underway. She just looks at me cross-eyed like what's this ugly bear talking about? I see the language impairment and don't even bother trying to take it any further. Very seriously disappointed that I paid for an hour, but what the hell, hopefully maybe a decent massage and I'm capable of keeping my eyes closed and enjoying the sensual ecstasy of a skillfully delivered HE. Since she appears older, she may be a better provider than SP had been years ago.
But no real massage of course since this is a FS operation. She just does light touch sensual massage from neck to feet. Her preference is to not say a word. Primarily because she speaks virtually no English, and second because she's nervous about a 1st timer on her slab. At first I'm thinking that this is a nice touch and she's following my cardinal rule for MP girls that anytime your hands are in the area, you should not fail to have them stroke my balls. She does this well and I'm happy enough except she hasn't altered her routine after 10 minutes. No new elements introduced, no increase in the sensual intensity.
After a half hour of this routine, she asks me to flip. In the process, I raise myself to a sitting position so I can see her and for the grace of Diablo, she's freaking adorable and just a young doe. Very much like SP. Never employing any filters between my brain and my mouth I am really sincerely laying it on her about how pretty she is. And tell her until this moment from the angle I had seen her, I thought she was ugly. This she understands and clearly appreciates and finds funny. So now she's deploying one of the hottest most mischievous smiles that I could have ordered up. I lay back down face up, and lift her dress which was hemmed above the knee, but not hardcore slutwear. Glory be, SP II is not wearing any panties. My eyes are rewarded with a lovely vision of a fully shaved papaya. My finger probes and as suspected, she's pre-greased and ready for anything.
We have the "what do you want?" moment. I don't like answering the question. I don't want to discuss money and I want the action to move in a natural flow and it goes where it goes. I manage to communicate that in a way she understands. She begins by very nicely sucking my nipples and I'm thinking that this will be really good. But then I lean up and tell her that seeing her pretty face so close, that I need to kiss her once. She accepts a kiss on the lips. And then I say I need like 20 more of those and some very nice LFK is on! I asked her to remove her dress, and now another happy surprise, she's got freaking awesome natural B or C cup rackage which I need to allocate some time to molest. Now I'm hoping she'll resume her oral journey from my own hefty rack and all the way down to the rocks, but time has been consumed.
She asks if I want BJ. I say yeah, but hopefully BBBJ. When she hears that she reacts like she's been struck by lightning. Her whole body shakes in denial of this request. I have no choice but to agree to CBJ. She does not do this very well. Just up and down repeatedly with no variation. I ask her to use one hand rubbing the boys at the same time. When that happens I'm done and no time left for more than a few strokes in the saddle anyway, so I finish with the BJ. Good cleanup, tip her $60 and steal a few more kisses. Says she works like Friday through Wednesday. Otherwise going to school to learn you guessed it, nail salon skill set.
Despite the lightning bolt that hit this girl when I asked for BBBJ, I have no doubt I could cultivate her into a GFE provider if I could repeat a time or two in the near future. But I can't do that. I live in LA and don't get down to OC very much. When I do, I think I will continue to hit this and other places along the GG strip and ask for Sugarpussy and maybe I'll hit it or maybe not. But I am content knowing that the strip has a pool of young Vietnamese girls, a commodity not readily available as far as I know in LA.
Imperial Ave and fake Chanelle tran pictures
Anyone hit this spot on a regular basis.
Ran into a friend who tells me to visit this place but also allude that the joint is catered to mostly Asians.
Have you guys been to this spot.
I went once but was disappointed with it.
