Notes on prostitutes | Part Three

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In this post, I will describe a story that interested everyone and deal with a couple of questions. In order...

1. What is the difference between an individual and a girl on a call. Is there anything to say ... heaven and earth. The individual takes more expensive, most likely invites you to yourself, but here you get a much better and diverse range of services. That is, having agreed with her about the meeting in advance, you negotiate everything that you basically want to get. Blowjob without a condom is easy, only pay extra. Anal sex - yes please, throw another 3000 on top. Playing in "Shtirlitsa" and the radio operator "Cat" - not a question, my friend, there are suits. I only once visited such a girl and I must say it was cool. She was beautiful, she did not move, she was about 30 years old (usually they retire to this age), her apartment was simply furnished. Pure linen, shower, some drinks. I did not have any perverted fantasies, so I did not appreciate the full list of her skills, but I really enjoyed it. This varinat is probably really suitable for people who just want high-quality sex, not gryzlik.
2. Shift workers. Once, as usual ... Flat, 4 am, viskar. They summoned the girls, and while they were on their way, it was actually morning ... There were only two of them, so we did not have a choice and were taken, because it's necessary! And my friend, my girlfriend at once in the corner dragged, and I just hit the pop. We sit, drink ... I see that her eyes just stick together and all tired, well, to the edge, really repels the whole desire for such a picture. He drinks and does not say anything ... I already understand that most likely nothing will happen, for which I get the answer "Thank you!", "You can write down the number, then give it away ..." Strange, I thought, what kind of generosity ... I brought out Her for a talk and ohrenel, she was summoned to the sauna for 5 hours !! The bruises were on their hands ... The eyes are empty ... It is evident that the girl was hurt, given her miniature figure, but what to do, the choice was her conscious.
3. DR.Vishenka on the cake of this post. You know, there are such stories, situations from life, after which even after years you think: "Why? Why did I do this ???", that's it that case ... Flat . Night. Whisker. Calling the girls ... This time two girls came to us with a friend ... I would not say that we were very drunk ... and this is important (how sober could do such shit). They undressed, went to the kitchen, began to drink with us, one girl at once somehow sat down to my friend, and the second sat next to me. You know, here are a few lyrics ... your mother, she was really beautiful, funny, not stupid ... Excellent figure, beautiful neck, long hair ... damn, well, really dream of the poet. No, in the heart of the arrow, of course, Cupid did not shoot me, but I was impressed. Getting into my taste was 100%. What can I say ... we did not have sex that evening, we just had a nice chat. No, I did not fall in love, and so on, but I even extended it for an hour, all the same with the purpose of doing business, but I did not want to do something ... Next, she gave her phone number and we said goodbye. I understood that no relationship should probably not be and drove these thoughts away from myself, but it got hooked. We began to correspond, standard questions about business, weather and other garbage. And a week later I get a message that she invites me to the DR !! Bl ... Th ... What do you do?))) Have you ever crushed yourself the question: "What to give a prostitute for his birthday?" .... In short I racked my brains, but decided to just come with a bouquet of flowers. It was Thursday. The day came, "IKS". I came to the address indicated (she planned to celebrate the apartment, which she takes off with her friend). Has come. At the entrance to the apartment, which I did not like at all, she kissed me on the cheek when she saw the bouquet. Well, all right, I thought, we'll sit down and have a drink and we'll roam (as I was wrong). I went into the room, there was a table man at 15-20. This again I did not like !! Immediately left her friend from her room (the one with whom they came when they met) and followed her by the man, fastening his pants. AHRENET! YOUR MOTHER !!! Okay, we need at least a drink to let go. I sat down at the table, the guests began to gather ... Gopnik, zeki, one commerce and six prostitutes !!! That's who was present at this celebration of life. The problem was that I knew one gopnik and commerce (it was unexpected). There began "secular" talks about the seeds, the meaning of life, about work ... and I realized that I do not like everything here and I need to get out of here as quickly as possible. Here, I was offered a toast ... People, I tried, really tried to joke, and refused, but all the same I blurted out some garbage (tried not to wish success in work), and said that in an hour I had to be urgently elsewhere , A friend's problems and stuff. After that, after a certain amount of drunk, "couples" began to form and turn to the rooms in turn, and someone began to indulge in pleasures almost at the table. And the birthday girl, realizing that she was indifferent to me already sitting on her lap at the commerce. I left without saying goodbye. And she did not see her again.

P.s. In the next post, I'll just try to compose a dictionary of terms like "gryzlika", write about the revelation of a prostitute on "pension", about their behavior and about Alsu.