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4/8/2008 2:59am
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Name: 
Iceberg
(New)
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Subject:
LAS PALMAS "WILD NIGHTS" PART 1
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I was babysitting my infant son while my wife was deep asleep. The little sucker didn't want to sleep.
So I dipped my middle finger into the old burbon bottle that was abandoned in my cabinet, and fed my baby using my soaked finger as a pacifier. The little bastard's lights went out in 5 mins. I double checked my wife and noticed that she was in a comatose like sleep.I slipped in a nice clean suit and So I was out the door with a long stash of paper in my wallet. In no time I was driving my convertible out of my gated community house in the OC. Through the rear view mirror I glanced at my face as I was speeding up north with a clear sky and a young night ahead of me, my destination... downtown LA, CLUB LAS PALMAS. I wanted to finally try this place out after reading all of the reviews. I wanted to try my luck, and maybe pull a hot latina out of this experience.
I've always fantasized about a curvy exotic latina and I would have swapped my wrinkled sun damaged flat ass white wife with one hot latina in a heartbeat! but that it's another story...
I parked in the rear and opened the tinted glass door of the club. A skinny Mexican with an uniform twice his size greeted me with a smile and asked me for a $5 entrance fee. The other security guy patted my pockets and let me in. All eyes were on me, me being the only non latin person in that foxhole. The place was rundown lit by some red lights. A group of women scantly dressed were sitting in benches with their arms crossed. 90% of the women were either out of shape, ugly or too old to even consider. The males were non speaking english labor workers. I felt out of place but at the same time empowered by the dramatic difference between what I could offer to these girls and what these guys could offer. I realized that I was at a premium. But I did feel uncomfortable standing in the middle of the ballroom and feeling 40 pairs of foreign eyes scrutinizing me. So I approached the bar and bought the most expensive bottle of orange juice ever $5 for a $1 bottle. But again this is pocket change for me and paid for the juice and tipped the bartender $5 bill. Why tip her so high for serving me a lukewarm outdated bottle of orange juice? well folks I believe that in order to score one should always prep his territory so that it would be favorable once the situation would arise. I knew that the middle aged sun burnt lady behind the bar would tell her co-workers about the new gringo with long cash!
For 1 hour I was torturing the bottle of orange juice in my hands and I was acting nonchalant but with the secret agenda to pick a potential female. 1 girl caught my eye! She was extremely young with a petite coke bottle shaped body. Thin waist, ample hips and flat stomach. WOW! She was wearing some pink tight leggings stilettos with bleached blonde hair and a fair skin! She passed by right in front of me and I could smell the scent of her just shampooed long hair as I was watching her nice plump bottom giggle as she was stomping on those heels. Immediately, my manhood swelled with blood!
but I didn't have the guts to stop her and ask her for a dance. I cursed at myself with my lips sealed tight. After 15 more minutes she passes by again as she is followed by all of the mexican men's eyes in the club.
I grab her by her arm. She turns around surprised, she looks at me and I look at her. I ask her with my best looking and reassuring smile I can put out there "Habla ingles?" (do you speak english). The young runt doesn't even answer me turns around and disappears in the back. "What the f@ck was that all bout?" I was thinking as a mexican compadre smiles at my failure.
I was pissed and demoralized. "Maybe this isn't the club for me! me being foreigner for them" These were the thoughts that were tempesting my mind until from across the room I noticed this very young girl staring at me with a smile in her face. I stared back, and we play the staring game. She decided to approach me immediately after.
"Te gusta el club?" that was her opener. She was really pretty with darker skin, green eyes, angelic face and a little petite body. The body of the previous girl that dissed me was way better but hey I couldnt complain with this new catch. I later on learned she was barely 18 and in need of cash.So we went to the dance floor upstairs. And we started dancing. I was wearing a nice suit that I bought in SCPlaza a year back and folks I was drenched with cologne. I could tell that somehow she was honestly liking me. She put her little girl head against my adult and manly chest. She actually brought me closer to her hips. As she did that my manhood again got flooded with blood and she felt that and she let me know that with a smile. We sat down and we tried to communicate to our best. I was relaxed and laid back and I put some game on her. I told her I was a movie producer, while I was a doctor,I told her that I was looking for a girl to take care of. After 20 minutes of chit chatting she has her leg crossed around mine and her little virgin like hand is stroking my stomach. The chemistry is so there!!!!
She admits me that she is single and that she wants to experience new things here in LA. She than does something I would never expect her to do. She places her arm on my crotch area! The room upstairs have dim lighting but why would she start something we both knew we couldn't finish. I take her hand and remove it from my crotch. "ARE YOU NUTTS?" you readers may ask! No I knew what I was doing, I was teasing her showing her that I wasnt like the other mexican horny guys in there. I could control myself and that if she wanted to play with me she would have to do that under my rules. I then try some body contact with her. I caressed her shoulder and hug her. You see fellas this is called the "push and pull" technique where you take the girl into a rollecoster of emotions, you first deny her access to you and afterwards you open access. After 10 more minutes of talking I learn that she is actually 18 and from El Salvador.I ask her a question to which I already know the answer " how much do guys usually tip you?" She tells me that in 1 day she makes $50 total (including her salary) I nod my head and secretly think how much more empowered would I be to mess around with someone accustomed to this pocket change as salary!
Than I did something that will make a lot of guys hate me! I ask her if she ever been tipped $200. She says "no"
So I take out my stash of paper and peel off 2 single $100 bill and plant them on her hand. The reaction of her face is a memorable one for me. Her jaw dropped to the floor and in disbelief she holds the bills with both hands. "seriamente?"
than she puts her hand on her open mouth. I exploded laughing, breaking the tension I myself created with such an outrageous tip.
She melted on the sofa and collapsed her now weak body on my torso. "Senor tu vuel venir a mi casa" which translated in "Sir would you like to come to my house?" and I say now? she says yes. she takes my hand and lead me to clock out! I stop her right there before the elevator and say "NO, I will not go to your house today". Why did I say that you guys might ask. Again the push and pull technique. The deal was already closed. I could have had that fast young cute girl anyway I wanted that night, and she would have enjoyed as much I did. But I decided to postpone it and play my cards right and not just jump in bed with the first girl that is willing to get to know me. She was ready there open willing to spend the whole night with me in a torrid affair. She asks me for my number but I take hers, kiss her in her forehead and live the club. On my way home I see on Figueroa a bunch of fast hookers looking for their tricks... the majority of them are black, pushed by their strong gorilla black pimps. I go straight for the highway on my way to the OC as I fantasized about that particular el salvadorian shorty that was so willing to be had! How good it would have felt to pluck that flower that night! with a smirk on my face and the stars shining over my head I arrive home to find the situation as I left it. I slip into my pajamas and sneak into bed. And as my eyes close for a long day I think "Tomorrow...tomorrow I will go back to LAS PALMAS..."
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