It was clear that most of these girls were pro and even my beautiful smile girl was dressed like a pro tonight. It wasn’t even the fact she was a pro or semi-pro that bothered me, it was the lying. I was crushed, but it gave me new vigor to go and enjoy the night so I went to a new bar. I explained over and over again that I’m not looking to buy a prostitute. She would shake her head yes that she understood every time I said it.
I left and I never returned any of her calls or messages again. This one had various bars surrounding a bunch of pool tables. On top of it her rack looking amazing in her short black dress. I started teasing her and making simple jokes that she would understand with her limited English. I started kinoing (touching) and she responded perfectly.
I kept building attraction during the conversation and building a connection.
She would always try to come out and serve me drinks and I started trying to escalate with her. Then a big bouncer (the biggest Cambodian I have ever seen…
Then, I saw some commotion on the other side of the pool tables. which is still not very big) came over and physically separated the two girls.
I slightly accepted, the flirting but kept flirting a bit with the prostitute. She tried clarifying that she would sleep with me for free, until she knew for sure that I just was not interested. That curvy body made even sexier by the tight dress she was wearing. I had been doing some online game on a girl from Asiandating and I had got her Skype contact information.
Finally, the prostitute started talking to me about taking her home. I tried not to hurt her pride unless I still could not hook up with the waitress. it was a sexy prostitute, the hottest hooker in the area by far. That afternoon I got on Skype with her and did my usual routine to get girls naked.
I gamed her and then bounced back to my normal spot.
Everything worked well and she came over to me wondering why I had left her. She told me and I just waited at the bar until she finished.
I felt like I had tested the waters well enough and I went back to my first girl from Cambodia, the girl with the beautiful smile. “I have a girl I’ve been seeing the last few days, she’s always so happy just to do something for me, it’s really sweet.” “How much are you paying her? “Sooner or later you are going to find out it is much easier to just pay.
I started spending a lot of time with her, but then I started getting sick, and worse, and worse. My girl with the beautiful smile had been running and getting me food and medicine and pretty much taking care of me. for anybody that knows about the history of Cambodia, all the doctors were killed in the mass genocide 25 years prior. I found one that was more for tourist; an Australian guy. Most of these girls will spend the night with you for 20 American dollars.” “That’s not really my style.
She screamed back at him and what seemed like a Khmer (Cambodian) cussing match ensued for the next minute or so after which the girl with the knife finally left. The waitress was there and I looked her over again. She was more cute than sexy, but she was VERY cute.
She had a small thing body and she wasn’t wearing anything revealing so I only guessed at what kind of curves she had underneath her clothes.
I started to worry that this might be more than the flu virus. He was probably working in Cambodia because of malpractice in Australia, but it was better than some Cambodian guy who had never even went to medical school. It’s not about the money.” The doctor had a knowing smile and just accepted that I wouldn’t pay for any of the girls.