Hot Dog
09-18-07, 20:44
Not much is written about travelling with companions so I thought I should throw our experiences into the ring. We have now gotten a little bit better at managing the challenges, so now we are forearmed for possible problems. This year the format was pretty much as before with our party as select as usual.
Our day of arrival in BA is usually a boot camp with the aim of us each interviewing and test driving as many candidates as possible in order to book a travelling companion with whom to fly out the following morning. This year in recognition that another year is another year older we extended the selection process to two days.
As usual we were met at the airport by our local agent, Juan who is only occasionally employed and can therefore devote himself to our needs.
Owing to the hopeless reservations system of our target audience combined with a complete lack of any concept of "on time" service we have given up trying to warn the girls up to a week in advance that if they interview well they might get to travel with Brad P*** for a few days. Also because of time pressure following our landing at around nine in the morning we normally have to rely upon internet girls. We start at noon with a fresh interview every three hours until a siesta break at around 7pm with dinner at 10pm by which time we used to have had to have made a choice and booked a flight for the next day. I think the forewarning part only gives girls more time for thought as to how much can be wrung from a client who is almost certainly a foreigner and it's not as though they are going to cancel any alternative arrangements. With experience therefore, Juan only hits the phones the day before our arrival and only makes a booking for short time for minimum price for a friend as opposed to a foreigner. We then wait to negotiate a travelling rate with any successful candidate at the point of sale and that of course is when the problems start. Our modus operandi is on the following lines:
We give Juan a huge list of printed details with a photo of each "possible" candidate. Numbers unobtainable or no answer or whatever amounts to around 40% of the "possibles". Of the obtainables the no show element might be up to 25%. Of the actual interviewees I find that I can get about two thirds to orgasm which subsequently makes IMHO for the only session worth having (when the going gets tough I rely on that most essential piece of monger equipment, the "pocket rocket") The remaining third are divided between those that don't seem to be able to orgasm despite my best efforts and those that won't, can't or are too frighten to commit. My rule of thumb for these types is to pay up and ship them out before I waste my precious resources. I also attempt to communicate that they really should try a profession for which they are more suited.
We found the internet photos to pretty much always be of the girl chosen but displayed skills of composition, make up, photo shop, angle etc etc that rendered her barely recognisable.
To most internet girls we paid AR$200 (us$65) for short time (AR$250 for the more experienced all in provider) but one was AR$125. The latter was a fresh and sole trader by which I mean she didn't have a boss nor worked at a privado (I don't go to these but I guess that's a brothel) One girl was charged by her boss 50% plus 25% for costs I. E. For web presence and photos and for all I know for her very existence in the privado. So she only got to keep AR$50 which is not much. Another was only charged 25% leaving her with AR$150. In both these cases "taxi money" or a tip become critical to the outcome. The bosses are greedy and make travel negotiation very difficult. Both this year and last year we agreed travel terms with a girl only to have them countermanded with extortionate rates from the boss with whom even then it was difficult to confirm arrangements or have calls returned.
If the going price of an independent girl is around AR$150 (triangle prices) to AR$200 (internet) I hope that by paying three times that amount per travelling day, the girls are getting a goodish deal. Even taking a Madahos girl at AR$ 300 per short time I wouldn't have thought she could hope to get laid more than twice a night and maybe not every night so again AR$600 (us$200) per day for say 3 days is a reasonable rate. (More experienced members may have a better take on this) I only fear that when a boss quotes US$500 (AR$1500) per day that that represents the earning potential of her "employee" and I dread to think how many times a girl needs to get laid to earn that in a privado (which from RTFF seems to average around AR$100 a shot)
About the most expensive we have been quoted by independent girls is Us$400 per day but AR$1000 (US$333) per day, even with a boss, should be readily achievable with discounts for longer.
Back to our arrival day; first up for me is the girl of my dreams who has apparently displayed a good attitude on the phone. The situation is complicated by the fact that for the first time ever, some of our hotel rooms are not ready so we are crowded in to one room rescheduling the interviews, raiding the mini bar and ordering room service for the shared suite which arrives just as these rooms become ready. I am no sooner showered and changed with a glass of chilled Chardonnay, Vitamins and a club sandwich to hand than the first arrivals are ushered in. The hotel over the last two or three years have been very good at ushering and we are greeted back with a warm welcome. However, for the first time the hotel seems altogether busier and I fear for their continued understanding. Generally because of scheduling difficulties and some over booking to compensate for no shows there have been occasions where the bar area on the ground floor has had to be commandeered and a bunch of talent has been seen smoking and drinking coffee in this holding area waiting for their appointment. I took the precaution therefore of asking Juan what a good tip would be for the main reception girl and quadrupled his suggestion and was very kind to as many porters and bar staff as I could find hands to press.
The girl of my dreams (she barely matches the photo but is still fine) rather nervously refuses drink and sandwich and we move to the main course and she soon obliges me and the pocket rocket with a discreet orgasmo and I put her through her paces which are more than satisfactory and following another little shot for her we end with a timid bbbj just to make sure she delivers same (there's a limit to what I can ask Juan to negotiate) In recognition of the long day ahead however I am in save spermoza mode (I sadly managed this for the first time two years ago with the benefit of age and vitamin v) In this girl I now have a banker and feel that she can be bought on, so outside in our sitting area with another glass, I ask Juan to agree terms for travelling. Dream girl is now pretty relaxed and we explain she won't be alone and describe the idyllic nature of our destination. As she has never been in an aeroplane before, by agreeing us$200 per day she has just taken the first step in her 'Disney Experience' (actually very important you agree rates per 24 hours as some girls count per day to include day of departure and day of return which is more than the number of nights away which I count)
The Disney Experience, previously expressed I think in this forum is the aim; it exists when the girl has such great sex, has a real holiday by going out to restaurants and doing and seeing things she has never experienced that she enters wonder land, and returns home either in tears or having told me she has had the best time of her life and means it. In return I get fantastic sex whenever I can manage it (none of that being difficult in the morning stuff; once after a pretty fair interview a simply stunning Black girl once offered to travel for a very competitive US$300 per day but said she wasn't a sex slave and would only screw at night. I decided a sex slave was exactly what I wanted so passed)
At 3.30 up comes Ximena and pretty much same routine and we have some great sex and she is sufficiently stirred to offer her culo which I take. She is in some pain so I desist and having withdrawn decide to save my fire power again. This proves a mistake, as by the time she has left my balls are aching liking a petting teenager's. She has offered a dupla with a friend who does porno and fiestas but cannot tell me for how many pesos (I guess another boss somewhere) but the set up is too professional for my style so no travel negotiation but she is a possible fall back. With my aches I am desperate for next up who is Fenji, the AR$125 girl. She has a very pretty face and beautiful eyes but the photo emphasis on the face, hide a fairly substantial rear end which does not impress my companions who are close to jeering but with my aching loins I am in no position to pass. On no fewer than four occasions as I am getting close to really turning her on she starts giggling and pushes me away so in the circumstances I give up, climb aboard, stir a little, shift to doggy and go for tension release. She is very happy and giggly and leaves with a smile but for me not even a potential travel companion.
At last a siesta following which one of the team is missing. At our pre siesta round up he was in a bad way having had a dupla amongst his three bookings and was still gasping for air and reaching for his various pills. When no reply from his room for half an hour we feared the worst but he was eventually recovered from the bar where he was taking a medicinal and restorative bloody mary. Out to dinner then at 10ish to one of the many asado joints in Recoleta and then we walked around the corner to Madahos. It's too dark to see much but I eventually set Juan talking business to the prettiest thing I can find and we agree AR$300. However, the moment we agree terms the sunny smile slips and I see a little less sweetness. The others want to go on so I cancel and go with them to Black. Here again its sufficiently dark to make it difficult to see the whole package and rather unnatural to stare at people who are also just hanging around starring. This is rather in contrast to cruising "Help" which we subsequently found very easy to check people out.
We don't even get to negotiate this time and move to Hook which compared to last year is sporting a plethora of fresh young spinners. Contrary to the advice of Juan I then take an attractive little number back for AR$150.
This proves to be a disaster and no amount of encouragement can coax an orgasmo; indeed she is lying there cold as a fish. In my defence its been a trying day so to my utter shame instead of paying up and sending her on her way I press ahead and feel like the typical decadent gringo taking my pleasure on the poor unfortunates of the world. This is the unacceptable face of the sex trade not the seduction of a beautiful south American sex bomb. I say sorry, over tip, send her on her way and go to sleep.
Next day a little shopping followed by lunch and then rush back for a AR$200 3pm session with Abba; she the one who gives up 75% of her takings. She has been around only a couple of months I think and by the time I and the pocket rocket are finished she has come 3 times and her eyes are out on stalks. Although her nose is slightly over large she satisfies all my criteria for a travelling companion so we ring the boss who wants AR$1500 per day, so we say no thanks. We do however, get her real name and direct phone number so a good possibility for when we come back through BA at her net rate of AR$50.
Then I cancel the 6pm session which was intended to include a decent massage and a possible rub down and replace it with the in house spa service in the hope of a decent massage. This turned out adequate rather than decent. Siesta then dinner at the excellent Parolaccia followed by a goodish session with a spinner from Cattos AR$150 (us$50)
We fly off next morning and the girls are due to join us two days later with Juan. Accordingly at the prescribed hour they all show up at the Jorge Newbury internal airport including my dream machine but one little minx from Cattos arrives with her brother who is introduced as a professional car thief. Quite why he gives his credentials I am not sure but as far as he and she are concerned the price we agreed with everyone of US$200 per day just rose to $300 for her. (I think that she must have been the spinner spoken of recently in the forum by the name Soledad; nice enough but bears watching; I. E. Not exactly your tart with a heart) When they have you by the balls your heart and mind follow so Juan makes an executive decision and agrees.
There follows 3 days of domestic bliss in our rural accommodation. Juan does the asado and the girls fetch beer and cut up lettuce and do a fair job clearing it all away. The little minx is also perfectly helpful and domesticated but having apparently spent her early life begging on the streets, she is in no mood to give up now and is always on about her granny's operation. This is futile and not even a tip is forthcoming at the end of the trip. On the other hand my girl finally comes good to excellent in the last 24 hours and a tip is happily dispensed.
We fly back ahead of Juan but he and his little black file have done their job and within an hour of checking back into the hotel Annabella is there to greet me with a friend for one of the others. The friend is turned away but Anabella is great. Later we have dinner at Las Lilas and then reluctantly nip over to the triangle without our guide and chief negotiator, Juan who is still in transit. I am ready for bed so manage not to negotiate down to AR$150 and take a young spinner in a white mini skirt from Cattos for AR$200. We have a really good fast and furious session, 2 for her and one for me and it's all over in 20 mins so she's back in the club before the last of the team leaves.
So to Rio the next morning for two days where we do a pretty poor job, ignoring all venues of all description except Help and the beach; both of which we find fun and easy and I make the classic mistake of ending up with the same girl the whole time and the others repeat and repeat; I will remember a couple of hours siesta time back from the beach for a long time. One problem with my GFE was that just as I was building up to climax after a hard week, she would get there first and virtually throw me off in her delirium, so eventually the only way I could hang on was to have her culo and even then after a pause and a sharp intake of breath or two she still managed to orgasm, but this time I got there as well. From my extremely limited experience and those of the others, Brazilian girls are quite simply something else. They are sex machines and must have their organs or whatever does it for them closer to the surface or more sensitive than the rest of us mere mortals. Two of us got the same story so I hope that they were lying to boost our egos but they said that generally they don't have orgasms. Apparently most men want "smoke" or "smoking" ie as in a cigar or BJ to you and I. My girl, very protected until aged 23 her boyfriend gets her drunk and virtually rapes her in back of car, she becomes pregnant, father throws her out, boyfriend denies its him, 3 days on the streets and then a variety of jobs. Can't make ends meet and now with son of 9. Point being she says she has never had the opportunity of a relationship with anyone and hence little or no orgasmo. (She said she generally uses the water jet from a shower head for her satisfaction and I saw this in action in the middle of the night when in sheer exhaustion I left her in mid 50th orgasm and she rushed out of bed heading for the hand shower. Slightly to her embarrassment I rushed in after I mistook her screams of joy for a fall in the bathroom) Quite how someone can orgasm so readily with so little practice I don't know. Maybe years of pent up demand I guess. As you can imagine, a little kindness, plenty of orgasmo equals terrible tears on departure.
Our day of arrival in BA is usually a boot camp with the aim of us each interviewing and test driving as many candidates as possible in order to book a travelling companion with whom to fly out the following morning. This year in recognition that another year is another year older we extended the selection process to two days.
As usual we were met at the airport by our local agent, Juan who is only occasionally employed and can therefore devote himself to our needs.
Owing to the hopeless reservations system of our target audience combined with a complete lack of any concept of "on time" service we have given up trying to warn the girls up to a week in advance that if they interview well they might get to travel with Brad P*** for a few days. Also because of time pressure following our landing at around nine in the morning we normally have to rely upon internet girls. We start at noon with a fresh interview every three hours until a siesta break at around 7pm with dinner at 10pm by which time we used to have had to have made a choice and booked a flight for the next day. I think the forewarning part only gives girls more time for thought as to how much can be wrung from a client who is almost certainly a foreigner and it's not as though they are going to cancel any alternative arrangements. With experience therefore, Juan only hits the phones the day before our arrival and only makes a booking for short time for minimum price for a friend as opposed to a foreigner. We then wait to negotiate a travelling rate with any successful candidate at the point of sale and that of course is when the problems start. Our modus operandi is on the following lines:
We give Juan a huge list of printed details with a photo of each "possible" candidate. Numbers unobtainable or no answer or whatever amounts to around 40% of the "possibles". Of the obtainables the no show element might be up to 25%. Of the actual interviewees I find that I can get about two thirds to orgasm which subsequently makes IMHO for the only session worth having (when the going gets tough I rely on that most essential piece of monger equipment, the "pocket rocket") The remaining third are divided between those that don't seem to be able to orgasm despite my best efforts and those that won't, can't or are too frighten to commit. My rule of thumb for these types is to pay up and ship them out before I waste my precious resources. I also attempt to communicate that they really should try a profession for which they are more suited.
We found the internet photos to pretty much always be of the girl chosen but displayed skills of composition, make up, photo shop, angle etc etc that rendered her barely recognisable.
To most internet girls we paid AR$200 (us$65) for short time (AR$250 for the more experienced all in provider) but one was AR$125. The latter was a fresh and sole trader by which I mean she didn't have a boss nor worked at a privado (I don't go to these but I guess that's a brothel) One girl was charged by her boss 50% plus 25% for costs I. E. For web presence and photos and for all I know for her very existence in the privado. So she only got to keep AR$50 which is not much. Another was only charged 25% leaving her with AR$150. In both these cases "taxi money" or a tip become critical to the outcome. The bosses are greedy and make travel negotiation very difficult. Both this year and last year we agreed travel terms with a girl only to have them countermanded with extortionate rates from the boss with whom even then it was difficult to confirm arrangements or have calls returned.
If the going price of an independent girl is around AR$150 (triangle prices) to AR$200 (internet) I hope that by paying three times that amount per travelling day, the girls are getting a goodish deal. Even taking a Madahos girl at AR$ 300 per short time I wouldn't have thought she could hope to get laid more than twice a night and maybe not every night so again AR$600 (us$200) per day for say 3 days is a reasonable rate. (More experienced members may have a better take on this) I only fear that when a boss quotes US$500 (AR$1500) per day that that represents the earning potential of her "employee" and I dread to think how many times a girl needs to get laid to earn that in a privado (which from RTFF seems to average around AR$100 a shot)
About the most expensive we have been quoted by independent girls is Us$400 per day but AR$1000 (US$333) per day, even with a boss, should be readily achievable with discounts for longer.
Back to our arrival day; first up for me is the girl of my dreams who has apparently displayed a good attitude on the phone. The situation is complicated by the fact that for the first time ever, some of our hotel rooms are not ready so we are crowded in to one room rescheduling the interviews, raiding the mini bar and ordering room service for the shared suite which arrives just as these rooms become ready. I am no sooner showered and changed with a glass of chilled Chardonnay, Vitamins and a club sandwich to hand than the first arrivals are ushered in. The hotel over the last two or three years have been very good at ushering and we are greeted back with a warm welcome. However, for the first time the hotel seems altogether busier and I fear for their continued understanding. Generally because of scheduling difficulties and some over booking to compensate for no shows there have been occasions where the bar area on the ground floor has had to be commandeered and a bunch of talent has been seen smoking and drinking coffee in this holding area waiting for their appointment. I took the precaution therefore of asking Juan what a good tip would be for the main reception girl and quadrupled his suggestion and was very kind to as many porters and bar staff as I could find hands to press.
The girl of my dreams (she barely matches the photo but is still fine) rather nervously refuses drink and sandwich and we move to the main course and she soon obliges me and the pocket rocket with a discreet orgasmo and I put her through her paces which are more than satisfactory and following another little shot for her we end with a timid bbbj just to make sure she delivers same (there's a limit to what I can ask Juan to negotiate) In recognition of the long day ahead however I am in save spermoza mode (I sadly managed this for the first time two years ago with the benefit of age and vitamin v) In this girl I now have a banker and feel that she can be bought on, so outside in our sitting area with another glass, I ask Juan to agree terms for travelling. Dream girl is now pretty relaxed and we explain she won't be alone and describe the idyllic nature of our destination. As she has never been in an aeroplane before, by agreeing us$200 per day she has just taken the first step in her 'Disney Experience' (actually very important you agree rates per 24 hours as some girls count per day to include day of departure and day of return which is more than the number of nights away which I count)
The Disney Experience, previously expressed I think in this forum is the aim; it exists when the girl has such great sex, has a real holiday by going out to restaurants and doing and seeing things she has never experienced that she enters wonder land, and returns home either in tears or having told me she has had the best time of her life and means it. In return I get fantastic sex whenever I can manage it (none of that being difficult in the morning stuff; once after a pretty fair interview a simply stunning Black girl once offered to travel for a very competitive US$300 per day but said she wasn't a sex slave and would only screw at night. I decided a sex slave was exactly what I wanted so passed)
At 3.30 up comes Ximena and pretty much same routine and we have some great sex and she is sufficiently stirred to offer her culo which I take. She is in some pain so I desist and having withdrawn decide to save my fire power again. This proves a mistake, as by the time she has left my balls are aching liking a petting teenager's. She has offered a dupla with a friend who does porno and fiestas but cannot tell me for how many pesos (I guess another boss somewhere) but the set up is too professional for my style so no travel negotiation but she is a possible fall back. With my aches I am desperate for next up who is Fenji, the AR$125 girl. She has a very pretty face and beautiful eyes but the photo emphasis on the face, hide a fairly substantial rear end which does not impress my companions who are close to jeering but with my aching loins I am in no position to pass. On no fewer than four occasions as I am getting close to really turning her on she starts giggling and pushes me away so in the circumstances I give up, climb aboard, stir a little, shift to doggy and go for tension release. She is very happy and giggly and leaves with a smile but for me not even a potential travel companion.
At last a siesta following which one of the team is missing. At our pre siesta round up he was in a bad way having had a dupla amongst his three bookings and was still gasping for air and reaching for his various pills. When no reply from his room for half an hour we feared the worst but he was eventually recovered from the bar where he was taking a medicinal and restorative bloody mary. Out to dinner then at 10ish to one of the many asado joints in Recoleta and then we walked around the corner to Madahos. It's too dark to see much but I eventually set Juan talking business to the prettiest thing I can find and we agree AR$300. However, the moment we agree terms the sunny smile slips and I see a little less sweetness. The others want to go on so I cancel and go with them to Black. Here again its sufficiently dark to make it difficult to see the whole package and rather unnatural to stare at people who are also just hanging around starring. This is rather in contrast to cruising "Help" which we subsequently found very easy to check people out.
We don't even get to negotiate this time and move to Hook which compared to last year is sporting a plethora of fresh young spinners. Contrary to the advice of Juan I then take an attractive little number back for AR$150.
This proves to be a disaster and no amount of encouragement can coax an orgasmo; indeed she is lying there cold as a fish. In my defence its been a trying day so to my utter shame instead of paying up and sending her on her way I press ahead and feel like the typical decadent gringo taking my pleasure on the poor unfortunates of the world. This is the unacceptable face of the sex trade not the seduction of a beautiful south American sex bomb. I say sorry, over tip, send her on her way and go to sleep.
Next day a little shopping followed by lunch and then rush back for a AR$200 3pm session with Abba; she the one who gives up 75% of her takings. She has been around only a couple of months I think and by the time I and the pocket rocket are finished she has come 3 times and her eyes are out on stalks. Although her nose is slightly over large she satisfies all my criteria for a travelling companion so we ring the boss who wants AR$1500 per day, so we say no thanks. We do however, get her real name and direct phone number so a good possibility for when we come back through BA at her net rate of AR$50.
Then I cancel the 6pm session which was intended to include a decent massage and a possible rub down and replace it with the in house spa service in the hope of a decent massage. This turned out adequate rather than decent. Siesta then dinner at the excellent Parolaccia followed by a goodish session with a spinner from Cattos AR$150 (us$50)
We fly off next morning and the girls are due to join us two days later with Juan. Accordingly at the prescribed hour they all show up at the Jorge Newbury internal airport including my dream machine but one little minx from Cattos arrives with her brother who is introduced as a professional car thief. Quite why he gives his credentials I am not sure but as far as he and she are concerned the price we agreed with everyone of US$200 per day just rose to $300 for her. (I think that she must have been the spinner spoken of recently in the forum by the name Soledad; nice enough but bears watching; I. E. Not exactly your tart with a heart) When they have you by the balls your heart and mind follow so Juan makes an executive decision and agrees.
There follows 3 days of domestic bliss in our rural accommodation. Juan does the asado and the girls fetch beer and cut up lettuce and do a fair job clearing it all away. The little minx is also perfectly helpful and domesticated but having apparently spent her early life begging on the streets, she is in no mood to give up now and is always on about her granny's operation. This is futile and not even a tip is forthcoming at the end of the trip. On the other hand my girl finally comes good to excellent in the last 24 hours and a tip is happily dispensed.
We fly back ahead of Juan but he and his little black file have done their job and within an hour of checking back into the hotel Annabella is there to greet me with a friend for one of the others. The friend is turned away but Anabella is great. Later we have dinner at Las Lilas and then reluctantly nip over to the triangle without our guide and chief negotiator, Juan who is still in transit. I am ready for bed so manage not to negotiate down to AR$150 and take a young spinner in a white mini skirt from Cattos for AR$200. We have a really good fast and furious session, 2 for her and one for me and it's all over in 20 mins so she's back in the club before the last of the team leaves.
So to Rio the next morning for two days where we do a pretty poor job, ignoring all venues of all description except Help and the beach; both of which we find fun and easy and I make the classic mistake of ending up with the same girl the whole time and the others repeat and repeat; I will remember a couple of hours siesta time back from the beach for a long time. One problem with my GFE was that just as I was building up to climax after a hard week, she would get there first and virtually throw me off in her delirium, so eventually the only way I could hang on was to have her culo and even then after a pause and a sharp intake of breath or two she still managed to orgasm, but this time I got there as well. From my extremely limited experience and those of the others, Brazilian girls are quite simply something else. They are sex machines and must have their organs or whatever does it for them closer to the surface or more sensitive than the rest of us mere mortals. Two of us got the same story so I hope that they were lying to boost our egos but they said that generally they don't have orgasms. Apparently most men want "smoke" or "smoking" ie as in a cigar or BJ to you and I. My girl, very protected until aged 23 her boyfriend gets her drunk and virtually rapes her in back of car, she becomes pregnant, father throws her out, boyfriend denies its him, 3 days on the streets and then a variety of jobs. Can't make ends meet and now with son of 9. Point being she says she has never had the opportunity of a relationship with anyone and hence little or no orgasmo. (She said she generally uses the water jet from a shower head for her satisfaction and I saw this in action in the middle of the night when in sheer exhaustion I left her in mid 50th orgasm and she rushed out of bed heading for the hand shower. Slightly to her embarrassment I rushed in after I mistook her screams of joy for a fall in the bathroom) Quite how someone can orgasm so readily with so little practice I don't know. Maybe years of pent up demand I guess. As you can imagine, a little kindness, plenty of orgasmo equals terrible tears on departure.