She came in my room. Really, she did -- and before I did. I was pleased with my performance in that regard, and I believe she was also pleased. Here she was, a beautiful young Chinese girl naked in my room at the Sahara hotel on the Las Vegas Strip. But I met her at a massage parlor on Spring Mountain Road, one of the main roads in the Chinatown section of Las Vegas. Her English name was Rose, and she was a Chinese massage parlor worker. I had been on a binge visit to massage parlors in Las Vegas - That day I received 6 massages in 15 hours from 6 different Asian massage parlor workers. I had a blast. It was better than gambling, and cheaper, too. And I got a real date out of it.
I was on foot, not having a car available to me for the day. Las Vegas has a decent bus transit system, so I was comfortable getting around with a five dollar day pass. I had planned my route with the help of a "friend" named Jenny. Jenny is a Chinese lady with connections in Las Vegas, and she knows where the action is.
My friend Alan had been out to Vegas last month, and he hooked me up with Jenny's number. I called her and told her that I liked Asian massage girls, and was coming to Vegas. She knew all the parlors, who worked in them, and who owned them. She was a real person, about 25 years old, with a good command of English. She was friends with many working girls, and she could steer me around the bad stuff and direct me to what I liked. Since she knew so many pretty Chinese girls working in Las Vegas, she could arrange for me to meet them in my hotel room as well. I would have to pay for a massage at their place or work, but she was advising me on which girls were single and available, and match my personal tastes. I figure that's enough of an edge for me.. I'd work on them while they massaged me, and try and get a date for the night!
I was impressed. Alan, I think I owe you one this time. In fact, as I admire the natural curves of this naked beauty standing before me on her cellphone, arguing on the phone because she wants to stay stay another hour with me, I realize I have found what I have been seeking for many years of hobbying. I have found a real girl, with a real body, and a real personality, who is also Chinese, mid-twenties, and who is spending hours playing with me in my bedroom. I got a decent massage, but I scored big time with this beautiful and genuine girl who really likes me -- priceless.
I have been with many providers, and I am usually disappointed. You make a deal for services without getting any exact description of what you will get, and you pay a huge upfront price, and then usually you get exactly what she said -- and nothing more. Sure there have been some "great performances" when you are willing to shell out the extra dough, but usually even those are strictly business and very mechanical.
I think I have hit on every pretty Chinese and Korean massage girl who ever touched me. I am always looking for a date or a rendezvous back at my hotel. I can convert a massage girl into a date fairly easily, with a genuine smile, a generous tip, my knowledge of the asian massage parlor industry, combined with my obvious desire for smart and pretty Asian women. But it is rare to encounter one of these ladies who actually treats you like a boyfriend on such short notice.
This one has been like a dream girlfriend to me. And just to test her boundaries (and my privilege level), I got up and walked over to her while she spoke in Chinese to her friend on her cell phone. I hugged her from behind.
I wrapped my arms around her, lay my cheek against her shoulder, and gently pressed my manhood against her butt cheeks. Not only didn't she move away from me as I half-expected, but she actually wrapped her free arms around mine, and bent her neck to rest the side of her face against mine! Let's see you get THAT from a professional "in room entertainment" girl in Vegas!
As her conversation continued -- she was arguing about how late she would be for work after her diversion with me- I slowly lowered my hands to her pubes and innocently started brushing and stroking with my fingers. Gently, I managed two hands hugging her soft white underbelly, and shortly thereafter her mound became moist, and then wet, and then slick under my fingertips. Hmmmm..... getting ready for more??
To think this was *after* our initial session, which was excellent itself. Here I am post-coitus, and I am as welcomed as wanted boyfriend in a private bedroom. This is outstanding. I need this girl to come home with me!
I got the date by offering to pay her for the hour she would lose being away from the massage parlor, plus a free dinner and I even suggested we could gamble a bit if there was time (I knew there wouldnot be time). I learned long ago that Chinese girls need to keep a good public face with their peers, and losing money by skipping work is foolish to the Chinese (oddly, losing money while gambling is not!?). So I always offer cash to lighten the burden of their losing the time away from work, which allows them to get away - they can just tell their friends they are not losing money, they showme off like they just found a sugardaddy, and then everyone seems to agree it would be foolish for her not to go!
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