I hinted at my fruitless in an earlier thread, so, here goes:
Stepped into Amazonia, bought a drink and bang! Spotted a dead cert LB wanted there and then. She was hot.
And a Pilipino: a first for me as I have only ever been with Chinese in walk-ups or Thai bar girls. Her friend spots me and knows I’m on the case. Nudge, nod and I walk over and the tease begins.
We talk, she has great English and is dresses like a city girl. No disrespect to the other bar girls, but this lady is nice and tidy and looks very different to the regulars. I’m guessing she means business and is aiming for the high level rollers in town staying at the big spending hotels.
We’re talking and getting on well. Lots of laughs, jokes, tickles and gropes on each side; this is going really smoothly. So, I suggest a price and we should maybe make a move. Next thing, show doesn’t know what I’m talking about.
“No!”, she says.
Eh?!
Another couple of drinks each side, more chat, then I suggest again. “No way!”, she says. I'm confused.
Still being quite green to all this, I’m unsure if this is part of the deal or if I am genuinely being told to get outta there. Then it comes out. “You’re a policeman!”, she says.
I’m obviously not, so I take it she is a bit of a nutter and LB loses the will to throb. I pull back and think about my options across the bar. I see a nice girl that is always in there, but I never had the opportunity to have a go – Chinese, glasses, curly hair: the bar mongering types know the one. I chat with her and she immediately says “No way”.
Same goes for every other girl I spoke with in there. It seems like the word went around the place that I was a cop and I wasn’t getting a sniff all night. I decided to cut my losses and go to Escape.
The place was rammed. Heaving with all kinds of WGs and I was up for anything after that poor show in Amazonia.
Went around a few times, spoke with a couple of HK$2500/ST hopefuls but then spotted a bob-haired Eastern European type. I decided a chat and drink would be good to start with. Bad move. We exchanged pleasantries, but she was not up for it from the start. Bulgarian, she says. She then says “2000 for business” completely out of the blue. No build up, no chit-chat, no smiles – she was chewing on a bee’s nest. I leaned over to discuss the deal, but she got physical and pushed me away. And I was the one drinking water! I hadn’t even touched her! OK, another nutter. I decided to walk out, quickly as possible. I was not happy. What next!?
I’m walking back to the main street to grab a cab and pass Amazonia. Who is outside, but the ‘cop’ calling Pilipino girl. We chat, against my judgement, I go back in and she shoves her hand down my pants to grab LB. Huh?! WTF?!
I say, let’s go. She says ok. We walk out heading for a hotel of her choice, so she is comfortable, but we go around the block and end up back at the bar. I ask what is going on.
“You’re a cop!” she says. So why did you just go around the block with me? I ask.
By this time, I’m really done with the night. I have one last go and get her number before jumping a cab home for some five beating one.
Next day, I try my luck and text her to see if we could arrange for a lunchtime meet in WC a day later. I could not believe it when we managed to hook up at the B hotel in WC for some afternoon delight. She was twitchy all the way through, telling me not to touch my phone at any point and wanting to keep me in her sights when in the shower.
However, I reflect on a bizarre night in WC. Never been called a cop before and never had every single bar girl avoiding me like I have the plague. And the Bulgarian agro-machine topped it off.
Nightmare scenario, but I have to say, the Pilipino was worth it.
Report to follow!
The question is: have you been called a cop before? Is it a rouse? Part of the game? Do I just appear ‘unlucky’? Am I not playing the game?
