Day 1
Before I arrive in Barcelona, I decide to book a few escorts. First up, I book Steissy from Vecinitas. Mid-afternoon, via Telegram App, they tell me Steissy is not available but gave me a few choices. They also gave me an option of a ‘presentation’ when I arrive (which means a line up). Instead, I just chose Merida, who was very nice looking: slim, medium tits, fake red hair an unfortunate nose piercings and a few tats. Euro 120/hour. The venue was easy to get to and they let me in on time when I texted my arrival. I had a great hour with Merida – nice kisser, great OWO, enthusiastic during RO. Pretty good at English. Had sex in a few positions. Only minor negative was I sometimes had to be a bit gentle while fucking as she was a bit small. I thought the venue was fine: nice high ceilinged room in an old flat. Great arrangement, great price, nice girl. Would book again.
Now please don’t judge me as I was silly from then on. I tell you, so you do better. Despite my previous experiences, the comments on ISG forum and here, I decided to check out stripper bar Bacarra. It was €50 to get in which included 2 drinks. (Clever marketing as you might stay a while). It looks like a Spearmint Rhino type club with 10 or so hot girls scattered about a shiny room, but no one dancing. One other guy there. So, 2 attach themselves to me and ask for a drink. They say I can get them both a drink for €100. They glue themselves to me for the next 15 minutes, but no interesting chat, they just relentlessly ask me to ‘go upstairs’ with them. They give me a menu of services which is no help at all since it is random drinks priced up to €3000 with no clear guide of what service each drink leads to. I say no. They bugger off. Then all the girls in the club in some crazy sisterhood leave me to drink my second drink all alone. Never go to Bacarra.
The stupid brain is still active so as I walk around the corner, I pass by Blue Velvet club. The bouncer says I can go in for only €30. Curious/stupid, I pay him and go in. He phones down and on entry there are more than a dozen girls in lingerie in a scrum around the entrance welcoming me. Sexy, yes, but really? I almost leave. Instead, I push through the skin to the bar and claim a drink. I end up sitting with a girl. Hot as hell and good English so I get her a drink. She gently suggests I go upstairs with her for €200. I am randy as hell, and spent too much for no sex since Merida so I pay the 200. We go upstairs … into a taxi. Ten to 15 minute drive to a love hotel sort of place. Another girl came along for the taxi ride and then convinces me to add her to the party for another €200. Why did I agree? Drunk man with punting card charged with cash. Pretty sure I got a round of overpriced drinks too. Anyway, I have quite a nice session with them. Minimal kissing. Was quite jolly I suppose (I do like a pussy on my face with another pussy on my dick), but terrible value for money. Will not go back to Blue Velvet.
I turn down the taxi ride back to the shit club. But I now don’t know where the hell I am and it is about 3AM. I walk up the main road looking for a Metro station. I come across Club Roma. Free to get in. €10 drink for me. €40 for 30min with a girl from Cuba. A great fuck. Good finish to a crazy night.