Bogart's Tuesday Day Shift
So, I decided to make a venture over to Bogart's for the Tuesday day shift. I rarely go at that time but decided I was in the mood to venture out and see what the day would bring.
For the most part it was fairly typical, although I didn't see Karma, (if that's the name she's using now). Karma is the bleached blonde, huge bolt ons, always dances completely naked. No day shift Samantha either. Stella was there (the thin, attractive one) and I ran into someone that I hadn't seen in at least three or four years: Jennifer. For those of you who frequent the Hamilton clubs (primarily Henry's South and Bogart's), you'll know the identical twins: Nicole and Jennifer. Both have shoulder length blonde hair, about 5'5", weight proportionate and there's very little difference. I think Nicole has the slightly larger tits and Jennifer has the slightly smaller, nicer ass.
After sitting and having a drink, she notices me and comes over. She vaguely remembers me but not my name but we have a bit of conversation and she tells me that she's back dancing. Apparently, she's left several times before and comes back from time to time. Anyway, she rubbing me a bit and talking about going in the back. I tell her "maybe". She asks me what I like to do in the back and I tell her that I like to fuck. Additionally, I tell her that's it's ok, my penis has been inside of her before, on more than one occasion She just smiles with a kind of "Oh, ok" look on her face. I buy her a drink and we talk a bit more. Finally, we get down to negotiations. I offer $, she counters with $. 20 and I say ok. I'm sure that all I had to do was say $ again and she would have agreed but I just thought, WTH. Honestly, my memory of her in the back was a bit vague as well, since it's been so many years, so before we started back, I told her that there's a couple of things: She can't rush me and she can't upsell me. Additionally, I said "No song count, right? And she said "No, no song count". I remind her that if I have a good time, I'll come back and see her again. Once we get in the room, we have a bit of a conversation in regard to girls that I see and again, I mention that if I have a good experience, I tend to see the same girls over and over again.
We get to the VIP, she gets naked, I get my pants off, sit in the chair and she leans over and starts playing with my cock and balls. I tell her that I have an anal fetish and I start playing with her pussy and ass a bit. She eventually leans over, puts her mouth over my cock, bobs back and forth a couple of times and looks up and I see a condom on my dick. It was like a magic trick. I honestly didn't see her get the condom out and it didn't feel like anything except BBBJ for those couple of bobs. That was somewhat entertaining to me. Anyway, she proceeds with the CBJ and eventually, stands up, turns around and is RCG. I like the view and I like playing with her ass a bit too. Eventually, I have her get on the chair, K9 and tell her that she has to play with my balls to make me cum. Still, I hate those chairs, because they're just so difficult to maneuver in. When? When? When? Are they going to trash those stupid fucking chairs?
So, we continue K9 but her back is kind of flat. I like it in more of an arc (you know what I'm talking about, guys), so I tell her that she needs to get her head down and her ass up more (While I realize my reports are detailed, I think most guys who enjoy K9, enjoy the view of a girls asshole and ass moving back and forth as well). Again, as I repeat, I obviously have an anal fetish, so it excites me to put my thumb up her asshole as I'm fucking her. I'm sure that keeping the head down, ass up position is difficult, mostly because of how hard it is to move around in those fucking chairs. She'd kind of stopped playing with my balls and I remind her to play with them, so she starts playing with them again, as I asked. Still, I'm having no success getting off and she's starting to sweat a bit. Finally, I tell her to stand up and she can play with me as I jack myself off and play with her. When she gets up, she says "It's been four songs already". After she says that, I feel slightly rushed but she does as I ask. She turns around, so I can fondle her and she plays with me until I cum, shortly thereafter.
After we're done and as I'm putting my pants on, she says "they count our songs" to which I reply "what does no song count mean to you?" I got on to tell her that I've been in the back with girls and there's no song count. At this point, she backtracks a bit and tells me "Yeah, but some girls were staying back her for eight song or whatever". I said "They're counting your songs"? She goes on to tell me that they won't count them on her. It's at this point, I'm trying to figure out if she was trying to rush me while we were doing things or if maybe she was trying to angle it to get a tip or more money with the song count story. It didn't matter, because I wasn't going to give her anymore.
Now that my memory has been refreshed with Jennifer, I'm thinking to myself that some memories should remain exactly that. Memories. In the end, even though I got off, I still left somewhat unsatisfied. To me, I felt the experience could have been much better. The more I thought about it, the more I thought that I could have spent the same amount and had a wonderfully satisfying repeat performance with Ashley at North on nights or just have left Bogart' and driven to day shift at North and saw Cashmere (the freak that she is). I mean, with either of those two, I've never had to have them fondle me until I got myself off. Both of them make me cum incredibly hard and I usually have to take a second or two to catch my breath. Deanna at South used to be a daytime option as well but she's changed a bit. From my understanding, she still fucks but only certain guys and apparently, I'm not one of those certain guys anymore. Oh well, life goes on.
For me, the bottom line with Jennifer is that between the lackluster experience, the "counting songs" surprise and the uncertainty of whether she was trying to rush me or angle for a tip, I won't be seeing her again. It's not great for me, because I'd like to have a new daytime regular or semi regular girl and it's not good for her, because instead of making long term repeat cash off of me, she's made her $. 20 and that's it. For those of you who read my reviews, I know I say this repeatedly but I'll say it again: Some girls don't seem to understand that a single bad experience means a one time cash out, as opposed to a good experience, which translates into thousands in the long haul.
Struck out at Landing Strip
Sometimes I have a really good time at this place with anything I want in the VIP rooms and dancers hanging at my table, and others, nothing. Tonight was a nothing night. I got there about 11. Quite a lot of very cute women tonight, but the most unsocial bunch I've seen there. Over in one corner was a table that was spending a ton, the manager kept sending girls in there, so there were 6 or 7 at that table which thinned out the girls in the rest of the club. But in 2 hours, I had just one girl approach me for a dance, and she was about the only one I wasn't interested in. I tipped a couple on stage and said come say hi, but they never did, they just went back to sit at the bar with what must have been regulars, or sat together in a booth. I was by the stairs to the VIP, and in 2 hours I only saw about 4 people go down for a dance, so I don't know how these girls are making their money. I usually do better there, but it felt like I had dancer repellent on tonight, so my money went home with me.