I went to some bars that night and sat at my normal spot in front of the pool tables.There was a 18 year old waitress that I had been hitting on for a while. A couple of other hookers tried to pull them apart, but they weren’t doing a very good job.
Combine it with what I found out about the beautiful smile girl the night before, and you could say it was a bad day.
I checked out a central market where you could buy all sorts of things for ridiculously cheap.
He was not the least bit gentle with them, but they seemed to respect his authority.
Until one of the hookers pulled out a knife and tried to go around the bouncer.
She was banging on the door and I decided that such little money wasn’t worth this. I never got to count that notch, 12$ is still paying for it.
I opened the door and gave her everything in my wallet. The tantrum from the Cambodian girl made me start off the day with a bad taste in my mouth.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.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.She came out of the shower wearing nothing but a white towel and climbed on top of me. “Hungry.”\ “We just ate breakfast together.” I replied. My pride wouldn’t let me pay, if I paid her then it was not a notch.