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1. Natasha: Not A Tennis Columbine
I met Natasha during a summer vacation in England in August of 1982. I was just thirteen years old at the time and it was my second time visiting London. Me and the rest of my family were staying at the Ifor Evans Hall which is part of the student residence halls for the University College London located in the Camden Town section of London. We had just been there a few days and I usually get up early in the mornings before the rest of my family to go to the tv room just opposite the reception in the lobby to watch television. One day a young girl came up to me in the tv room while I was watching television and asked if I would like to play lawn tennis with her. I agreed and we went to the reception desk to get a couple of tennis racquets and balls. There was a lawn tennis court just outside of the tv room and we headed over there. We started playing tennis and it was the first time that I had ever played the game. I don't remember how well I played but I don't remember feeling like I thought I played badly either. I found out that her name was Natasha and that she was from Colombia. After the game I was so excited that I took a trip around London by myself and took the bus to the tube station at Euston road and went to a location I had been with my mother to visit a friend of hers a few days earlier and bought myself a bag of salt and vinegar potato crisps. I think this was the year that Nduka Odizor, a Nigerian, was playing tennis at Wimbledon that summer. I saw her again another couple times. Each time she comes to get me while I am watching television and then we go out to play. We didn't play lawn tennis anymore after our first meeting. One of the times we were together, I remember walking outside the building with her and a lady who sits at the reception desk with my junior brother tagging along as well. I donít remember where we were headed. Probably we were going out to buy something. I think we had played ping pong the next two times we met. I didn't know how we finally parted but I guess her vacation must have ended before mine and I just didn't see her come by the tv room to get me anymore. One curious thing that happened after meeting Natasha was that I started getting manic episodes especially when I see action scenes in movies. I start prancing around and twirling like a top until I collapse from sheer exhaustion. Soon I started doing this to music as well and not just to television action scenes.


2. Casey Jones Manager: Just In Case
I had an interesting encounter with a young white lady at a Casey Jones restaurant in Victoria station in London in September 1991. I had travelled up to London for a short vacation and was staying with my sister who lived in Hackney. I had gone to the job center to see about getting a job and one of the jobs listed was a position at Casey Jones. I must have called and setup an interview and reported to the office at Victoria station early one morning. I was being interview by a young British woman who seemed quite enthusiastic about me working with her and was irritated that I kept telling her I was only interested in a short term position and not a long term employment working with her because I had plans to attend University starting in a few months but I thought a stint working at their company might be helpful giving that I was planning on studying Food Science. She was nice looking in a homely kind of way and might have gotten my attention if she was slimmer. Anyway I couldn't take the job because I had to take the GRE examination for my college application to Michigan State University and had to return to Nigeria soon after that.


3. Nicole First Girl At MSU: No Can Do For Rod Stewart
Nicole was the first girl I got her phone number in America. I was walking to the bookstore one day in the first week I was in America when I saw her just parking her car outside the bookstore and stopped to talk to her. I got her phone number during our conversation and intended to call her soon. A day or two later, I called her on the phone and she answered. She told me she was babysitting for her Aunt who was attending a star trek convention. I didn't know what star trek was at the time but continued talking anyway. At some point I was telling her about a Rod Stewart tape I had bought and she told me off that she wasn't into Rod Stewart maybe when she was a kid. I tried to argue with her saying well you should do something. and she reacted nastily and said "Those who can can and those who can't teach" I wondered what that was and she told me to fuck off. So thats how my first phone conversation with an American girl went.


4. Erica Padmore: Working With Play Dough
I departed Nigeria to America for a course of study in Food Science on March 25th 1992. On arrival in my university, I checked into the graduate dormitory called Floyd Owen Hall and started my educational activities in the country. I soon made a few African American friends as well as an Indian friend who was from Kenya. One day I was sitting in the cafeteria with one of my African American friends Frank when a black girl came by to chat with him. Frank introduced me as one of the brothers from Africa who just recently arrived. I said hello and she asked if I had brought any interesting items from Africa. She said she organized shows and would like to see if there was anything that she could use. I said sure and she wrote down her phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to me. I put the paper with the phone number away and didn't have any use for it for some few days. A few days went by and I was sitting in the cafeteria again, this time eating by myself when she came by again. She saw me and came over and asked why I didn't give her a call. I said I didn't know I was supposed to have called yet. She asked if we could go look at the stuff that I said I had. I said sure. We soon got to my room and I showed her a couple of Agbada that I had brought with me from Nigeria. She was really impressed with the outfits that I had. I didn't know how we got to kissing but soon we were both out of our clothes. and she gave me a blowjob. This was the first blowjob I had ever had and it was even within the first six weeks that I was living in America. This was my welcome to America and it was from a girl called Erica to booth. I tried to get her to perform regular sex but she refused saying she had a boyfriend who was back in New York and even showed me his picture. The next time she came to my room and gave me another blowjob she wanted me to get her some food afterwards and asked me to go down to the cafeteria to get her a calzone. This was like a pizza rolled up. The third time she came by her food request after the blowjob was bread sticks and marinara sauce. After getting a blowjob for the third time, I observed that she had a cold sore on her lips. This made me quit getting any more blowjobs from her. The curious thing about Erica Padmore is the close resemblance between her and Ayo Sobande's older sister Bioye Bakare who had bought me my first pizza in Nigeria before my departure to America. I will be curious to know what relationship exists between Erica Padmoreís food requests following sex and Bioye Bakare buying me my first pizza in Nigeria.


5. Romwadee: Thai Pad Mores
One of the first girls I remember talking to on arrival in my dormitory in Michigan State was Romwadee. I have memories of talking to her while we were both standing at the drink fountain in the cafeteria. I asked her what country she was from and she answered Thailand. I also wondered if there was a shorter version of her name and she said people call me Odd. I can't recall every time I spoke to her but I remember seeing her maybe the first two or three weeks that I was in America. At some point I didn't see her anymore but I wouldn't have noticed because I had made a few black friends by then most especially Erica Padmore. I often wondered if instead of enjoying Pad Thai with Romwadee I ended up making do with a Padmore.


6. Natasha From India: Not Too Short Notice
When I first got to Michigan State University one of the first friends I made was an Indian guy from Kenya whose name was Nipul. I don't remember how we met or who introduced us but I got my first television set from him because he was tired of watching tv and wondered if I could use one. He had an American girlfriend called Magarita and I remember them taking me to see my first movie in the country called The Last of The Mohicans. He was also the manager of the Apple Computer store on campus. Nipul was often in the company of another Indian girl called Natasha even more often than with his girlfriend so I sometimes find myself accompanying them both. We went out to see an Indian variety show at the Wharton Center and also attended the African Students Union's end of year party together. I remember when I first got a haircut and ran into Natasha and she was quite excited to see me with my new bald look and wanted to rub her hands over my bald head. She was an Economics Phd. student and liked to joke about not having to go back to India and have 2.3 children. Then one day while I was talking with Nipul he asked me why I didn't like Natasha. I told him I didn't dislike her I just didn't like her that way. The most likely reason for my lukewarm attitude was probably because she was too short and came up to just about my shoulder.


7. Michelle: My Chilly Outing
I don't remember how I met Michelle but she was one of the African American girls living in the same dormitory with me. I remember paying her a visit in her room once and her talking about needing dental surgery because of her loose teeth. Another time I was talking to her about another African American student Ken Marshall and she said something nasty about him. That Ken does not show up around people much and nobody cares about him. One day I asked her out on a date and we were in an area of East Lansing across from the student union building when she asked me for money. I was taken aback by this request and wondered why she thought of that but she insisted that if I had money why wouldn't I give her some of my money. I wondered if she thought Africans were made of money like some black students had been warning me about the kind of girls that think Africans have money. I then offer to buy her an ice cream as we were just outside of a Baskin Robbins at the time. I bought her a mint chocolate chip in a waffle bowl and got myself my favorite ice cream cookies and cream. After we left Baskin Robbins she still persisted in harassing me about money and refused to eat the ice cream and finally threw it in a garbage can and then we both sullenly returned back to the graduate dormitory and never spoke to each other again.


8. Marlene Ferguson: No Malpractice Involved
I met Marlene at the first party I attended after my arrival at Michigan State University. I was sitting next to her at a table while we were eating at the party. There was dancing afterwards and I asked her to dance. We started dancing and soon she started complaining about my dance technique. She thought I was awkward as hell and scolded me for dancing with my head going one way and my butt the other. I guess I wasn't yet competent in the dance technique of the African Americans. I told her I was doing my best but she stomped off the dance floor leaving me embarrassed by myself. I sheepishly leave the dance floor and meekly sit next to her. The next time that I saw her, she was in my dormitory hanging out in the lobby. Another time, there was a crowd of people on the deck behind the cafeteria one night and she was there with an African American guy. Then one day she came up to my room. I didn't know how she knew the room number. She started poking around my room and looking in my drawers and closet. Probably wondering what kind of stuff I had been showing Erica Padmore. She found a bottle of the perfume called poison in one of my drawers and asked if she could have it. I said it was for my sister and I couldn't give it away. She pestered me for a while to let her have the perfume then she left. She came around again a few days later. This time she said she was returning from basketball practice since she is a member of the Michigan State University female basket ball team. For some reason we both got out of our clothes and started playing around the room naked. She had a nice body on her. Certainly like that of a college athlete. She had nice firm breasts but her nipples were more lightly colored at the tips. We fooled around the room while I tried to get her to lie on the bed. She resisted and insisted on remaining standing saying she was feeling sticky after basketball practice and needed to take a shower first before having sex. Eventually I tugged on her pubic hair in frustration and she got angry and slapped at my hand and cursed at me and then got dressed and left. Sadly, I didn't see her anymore after that day.


9. Alyssa: All You See Is Real Weight Gain
One of the first white friends I made in America was a white girl called Alyssa. I must have met her walking down the hallway of my dormitory sometime during the first week I spent in America. She had invited me to come to a party in her room and given her room number. When I got there, it was only her and one other guy, a friend of hers. I hung out with them and she complemented me telling me she was sure I would be fixed up in no time. One day I was having trouble fixing my venetian blinds since I was not used to them and could never get them to line up properly. So, I went to her room to ask her to give me a hand with the blinds. After that she came to my room from time to time sometimes to chat. I remember a time when she was lifting up her sweater to show me her birthmark and I noticed how skinny she was that her ribs were showing. I asked her if she was anorexic. This made her annoyed and she read me the riot act about how she didn't always like the way she looked and wasn't too confident and now that she was feeling good about herself I had to go and ruin it by calling her anorexic. I apologized for being so insensitive and offered her an archway cookie. The last time she came into my room it was on a weekend evening and she was crying and complaining about her boyfriend, how she didn't like him anymore. I suggested that she give it another try and see if they could work out their differences. She eventually dried her eyes and asked if I would like to accompany her to buy his favorite beer St Pauli Girl. I walked with her to the convenience store and we got the St Pauli Girl. I don't remember her visiting me again after that night but I remember being part of the crowd at an art house event, a few months later, where she and her boyfriend were present. She had certainly put on some weight and was not anorexic looking anymore. That was the last time that I saw her.


10. Dorothy: Connecting The Dirt
Shortly after I moved into Owen graduate hall I noticed a tall attractive blond girl in the cafeteria. I must have engaged her in conversation and found out that her name was Dorothy. I asked my friend Ken Marshall an African American what he thought of her and he just shrugged and said oh that one I think she is already fucking with some of the brothers in town. I still refuse to believe that she wasn't going to be my dream girl. Then one day I saw her and a black girl I knew in a car together with Dorothy driving. The next time I saw the black girl I asked her how she knew Dorothy and she wondered what I wanted with a white woman to which I responded 'Different is good and America is a great country' She laughed and said I don't think it will be a great country anymore by the time that you are finished with it. Finally I got cured of my Dorothy infatuation when one Saturday or Sunday morning between 7 and 8 AM I bumped into her in the cafeteria wearing a long black leather coat and drinking coffee while her eyes were bloodshot hinting that she must have had quite some night. I sat across from her in the cafeteria wondering how to ask her where she had been and who she had been fucking.
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11. Heather: Birds Of A Feather Mattress
Heather was the cashier in the Owen hall cafeteria. She seemed to have taken a liking to me because she was one of two girls at the cash register in cafeteria that don't require me to present my food charge card when I am paying for my food in the cafeteria but had memorized my number instead. I once engaged her in conversation and found out that she was studying social work and lived in a house with a bunch of other girls and would rather have cats than children which made me unhappy because I would have loved to see what kind of children I could have with her. Just like Dorothy, I asked my friend Ken Marshall for his opinion of Heather and he thought that she looked very healthy.


12. Nafkote: Missing From The Coast
Sometime after I had been having Erica come to my room to give me blowjobs it was soon going to be the end of my first term at Michigan State University. My Indian friend, Nipul and his friend Natasha, who I often hang out with asked me to accompany them to the African students union end of year party. I put on one of my Agbada that I had showed to Erica Padmore when she was in my room and we all proceeded to the venue of the party. I must have been a sight to see with my agbada billowing as I walked along, a few cars honked as they passed by. At the party, I was seated at a table with Nipul and Natasha when one of the organizers came up to me and asked if I would like to join the fashion parade that was part of the festivities, seeing how well dressed I was. I initially declined but they were persistent that I could not avoid joining wearing a cool outfit like the one I had on. I joined with the rest of the performers getting ready to go on stage at the fashion parade. One girl who was directly in front of me on the line was particularly interesting. I started chatting with her and somewhere along the way obtained her name. It was Nafkote Alemayehu. The fashion parade went without a hitch and I strutted my stuff on stage with musicians playing in the background. After the party was over, I sat in my room wondering how I was going to see Nafkote again. I remembered she had given me her full name both first and last name. So, I got out the student directory and tried to find her name. I soon got her phone number and address of the university dormitory she resided in. I called her phone number and she picked up. I lied and said I was one of the organizers of the African student union party and that she had won a prize for her participation in the fashion parade and I would like to come and give it to her. She asked me to come over to her dormitory and meet her in the cafeteria. When I got there, she asked me about the prize, I said I had lied and was just looking for an excuse to see her again. She then looked at me curiously and asked if I would like to buy her a slice of pizza at the cafeteria then. I said sure and we went to get the pizza. She seemed apologetic and asked if I didn't think she was taking advantage of me. I said absolutely not! I was quite happy to buy her a slice of pizza. We got the pizza and I sat watching her eat. She informed me that she was heading to Virginia beach when she was done with finals. I said I looked forward to seeing her when she returned in the fall semester and that was the last that I saw of her. When I didnít see her name in the Fall edition of the campus directory I asked about her from another Ethiopian girl Heran who lived in my dormitory and she replied she heard Nafkote had gone to Virginia Beach for the summer and didnít return. I sure hope that it was not Erica Padmore that had organized the fashion show where we both met. Since both had made me buy them a pizza or a calzone.


13. Juanita Childress: Playing Truant With Juanita
After the African Students end of year party where I met Nafkote, I also attended another African party during the summer period. This time I was sitting with a friend of Frank who had introduced me to Erica Padmore whose name was Cheeseboro. He was seated with another girl from Owen Hall who I don't remember her name. We were all seated at the same table when the girl from Owen hall accompanying Cheeseboro introduced me to the girl seated next to her and said hey Foli this Juanita. I said hello and continued eating. Dinner went without much incident and I don't remember much else happening. The following day I saw Cheseboro and the girl from the party in the Owen hall lobby and she said I introduced you to my friend yesterday and you didn't even talk to her. I was surprised that I was supposed to have picked up a conversation with her and could only respond well... I said hello. That was when Cheesboro joked that food sure must have been good. The girl with Cheeseboro then gave me Juanita's phone number and asked me to give her a call. I called Juanita and we set up a date to meet for coffee. When the time for the date came, I had simply forgotten about it and didn't show up to meet her. The next day I was walking by the coffee shop where I usually go to get a muffin when I ran into her and she accused me; you stood me up. I apologized and made some excuse for not showing up. Then she said maybe we should try again. So we fixed another date to meet. I began to complement her on her look and said you look good and she responded I look like a bum. She did have a saddlebum look with her hips spreading to the sides rather than her butt jutting out. It was a look I had not yet grown to appreciate in American women so maybe I didnít think I should go out with a bum and I didn't make the next date either and I never saw her again after that.


14. Juliet: For He is Jolly Good Fellow
I met Juliet in the summer of 1993. She was one of four girls attending a language program at Michigan State University from the University of West Virginia. Ironically, I had last seen Nafkote just a couple of weeks earlier who was heading to Virginia Beach for the summer. The girls were attending a language course in Shona an African language from Zambia. There was Juliet as well as Kim and Lisa and another girl whose name I don't remember. I was quite friendly with Lisa and sometimes visit her in her room. She had a remarkable resemblance to Nafkote who I had just last seen a couple weeks earlier I remember once telling another girl who was friends with Juliet that I would like to rock her world while I was with her in her room. She had just changed into her pyjamas and it was the first time I was seeing her without makeup. Her face had discolored patches on it similar to what I observed with Olamide Folami and I wondered how she hides that with makeup. She must wear the thickest pancake makeup I thought. The rest of the girls soon heard of my faux pas and weren't talking to me anymore and I remember it was only Juliet that I was still friends with. So I had to spend the time while I was in purgatory hanging out with Ejim a Nigerian girl who was there for a physics program instead. Things soon blowed over and I was soon back in Lisa and the other girls good books. I was in Lisaís room once when she was on the phone with her boyfriend and he must have heard my voice saying something to her roommate. I just heard her say to him ohÖ Foli and Koli are here visiting. I guess that must have put him in a panic that some African guy was making a move on his girlfriend that he drove all the way from West Virginia to Michigan State University. Just a couple of days later I walked out of the dormitory and saw Lisa standing by a car while it was being washed by an African American guy and she introduced him to me as her boyfriend. Having been seen off so effectively I did not pay any more visits to Lisaís room or remember doing much with her for the rest of the summer.


15. Deidre: No Deed Undone
When I first got to Michigan State University I made quite a few African American friends. One of them was Marcel an African American who had even introduced me to another Nigerian who was in the same medical school with him. His girl friend was Rasheeda an absolutely beautiful African American girl. I remember the first Christmas I spent in America Marcel and Rasheeda had me house sit for them. I don't know how I met Deidre because she didn't live in the same dormitory as I did but must have been through mutual friends like this. The one thing I remember about Deidre was asking her to be my girlfriend once when we were both talking outside the library and she said I don't know but I think I am much older than you. I promptly said I didn't mind but I don't think I got a favorable answer from her. I don't remember seeing much of her after that day maybe she had graduated.


16. Ejimarie Dike: Hedging My Bets
Following the end of my first term at Michigan State University came the summer term. It was a quite hectic and fun period that first summer as a lot of young people were around. I remember being invited to a party by Frank the African American who I was sitting with when Erica Padmore first made her move on me. I was hanging out at the party with a couple of guys who were attending the summer session from New York, Martin and Koli when I was approached by an Ethiopian girl I knew called Heran that someone at the party wanted to get together with me. I wondered who it was and she said it was the celebrant. She introduced me to her but I was a little reluctant because she wasn't up to my standard in looks. Heran seemed irritated with me that I wouldn't make her day and mate with the celebrant and soon forgot about me. Later the next day I was talking to Martin and Koli that I had met at the party and Koli remarked that he had gotten laid last night. I wondered who it was and he said the celebrant and I congratulated him on having more nerve than me for an encounter like that. Somehow during the conversation I got to know from Martin that there was a Nigerian girl in the same program as him called Ejim and he promised to introduce her to me next time he saw me. I don't remember how I got to meet Ejim but I remember soon spending time with her and another Nigerian girl who lived in the same dormitory and was a resident assistant called Chichi. We went to Detroit together to visit the other Nigerian girl's family during the fourth of July holiday and I often sat with them in the cafeteria. I remember meeting her with her grandparents when they came to visit on a Saturday morning. They informed me that her uncle was the first Nigerian Vice Chancellor of the University of Ibadan. The same university I had attended in Nigeria. Incidentally Ayo Sobande was in the company of the daughter of the Vice Chancellor of the University of Ibadan when I met her. Soon summer was over and it was time for her to go back to her school Berea College. I remember calling her in Ohio where her grandparents lived and her telling me that her younger sister just arrived from Nigeria. This was in the summer of 1992. It wasn't until the spring of 1995 before I suddenly rekindled my interest in Ejim again. I didnít know how to contact her and was totally obsessed with how I was going to see her again. I started using the computer lab in the student union building to see if I can find some record of her around US universities. I ran several gopher searches using an internet protocol for finding people in universities back during the early days of the internet. Eventually I came up with information about her in Columbia University in New York. Now that I knew she was in New York the next step was finding her contact information. Luckily, my good friend Bisi Oyadiran was moving to New York in August of 1995 and I was able to move to New York with him. I soon got to know other Nigerians living in New York and soon a friend back in Michigan state university was able to link me with one of them who knew Ejim. We arranged to meet somewhere uptown Manhattan and it was quite good to see her again. Later in the summer her and her sister came to Far Rockaway where I lived on the beach and we had fun playing football with me in my biker shorts and the girls in their bikinis. It would have been great if we could have gotten together, but she had a boyfriend who came along with them. I was particularly irritated that he was from the Caribbean and drove a Lexus. It wasnít possible to always keep in touch and we soon drifted apart. One day years later I was heading home after stopping by a nearby deli to buy beer when I ran into Ejim almost directly opposite the entrance to my apartment building. It was the first time I was seeing her in at least six years. She recognized me first and I was truly surprised to see her. I got her business card and promised to keep in touch.


17. Chris Girlfriend: Chris Cold Cuts
Sometime during my first year at Michigan State University I met a female student who told me her ex-boyfriend was a Nigerian. I donít remember her name but she was a white girl. I must have met her in the cafeteria in my dormitory because that is where I usually see her. Then one day I was walking through the cafeteria when I saw her and she asked me to come see her ex-boyfriend who was there that night helping her with her mathematics homework. I stopped by their table and said hello. He replied coolly obviously not interested in me being too friendly with his ex-girlfriend. His name was Chris and he had graduated from Michigan State University and was an engineer she said. After exchanging a few words I moved on. Sometime after this I saw her again in the cafeteria and she said she had been looking for me and that she had cooked some food and had brought some for me. So she went to her car and got the food and we went to find a microwave so that she could warm it up and then she set me up in my room to eat her cooking even tucking a napkin in my collar and then left. I eat the food but I think I forgot to thank her and let her know how good it tasted. After this she called me one night and was telling me about guys that call her at odd hours of the night like two o'clock in the morning and how irritating that was. I still didn't seem to have developed any interest in her more than for any other girl I knew. Finally one day she called me on a Saturday morning wanting to know if I would accompany her to a counter rally against a KKK rally that was being held on the steps of the capitol in Lansing the state capital. I declined explaining that I had a previous engagement. I think that was the last time that I had spoken to her. There was a night I was hanging out in the nightclub where I first picked up a white girl when I met her ex-boyfriend there and as we were conversing a girl I had seen previously at sensations walked by and he pointed to her and told me that she was a stripper.


18. Natsuko: Not So Cool In Chicago
I remember meeting a lot of people the first term I was a student at Michigan State University. The most interesting were those who stayed in the same dormitory as me. I recall some young lady who looked African American who might also be part Native American who used to call me Kemosabe what Tanto the Indian called the Lone Ranger in the tv series. I bumped into her one day wearing a Michigan State Univeristy Skydiving team jacket and wondered if she was into skydiving. She told me not to worry. I didn't recall seeing her anymore after the end of the spring term after most students had left for the summer vacation. However, once the fall semester began I noticed a new Japanese girl while eating in the cafeteria who bore a similar appearance. It seemed I was part of a group of students that went out one night to the nightclub that I often go to and she was also included in the group. I have a vague recollection of her and me dancing at the club. Back at the dorm we soon became good friends. This was even more noticeable when a girl from Turkey called Dariah came for the next spring semester and they became friends. Dariah and I spent a lot of time in the game room together playing billiards and ping pong while Natsuko often comes to watch us. I remember an interesting exchange between me and the Dariah once. There was a Japanese guy staying in the dormitory who was getting married and I had recieved a wedding invitation but not paid much attention to it. One afternoon, my phone rang and it was Dariah she wanted to know if I was going to Kiara's weddding? I replied that Kiara had a lot of friends and I didn't think I would be missed. She must have said something else and soon hung up. The next time I saw Natsuko, she asked me, so, what is this I hear you are not coming to kiara's wedding. I must have mumbled some response that I wasn't planning to show up. She wanted to know why I told Dariah that I thought Kiara had a lot of friends and that was why I wasn't planning to attend his wedding. I admitted I must have said something like that. She then told me off that wasn't going to fly and I would have to go to Kiara's wedding since that is not how to do things. She then wanted to know what I would be wearing since I was going to accompany her and Dariah. I promised to wear my double breasted navy blue blazer and she seemed quite pleased. So I attended the wedding with my double dates; a Japanese girl on one arm and a Turkish girl on the other hand wearing a double breasted blazer. Sometime after the wedding, probably to capitalize on the sentiment the wedding had generated, I asked Natsuko if we could begin dating. She told me to wait two days for her answer. When the required time had passed, I asked what her answer was and she did not have a favorable response so I kept things strictly platonic after that. The only time there was any physical contact between us was when she was walking past my room once with my door open and she spotted me while walking down the hallway. She came in to say hello and wondered what I was up to. I lied and said I was tired and contemplating leaving school and returning to Nigeria. She then asked me to hold her and give her a hug and then turned around and left. After the summer of 1994, I moved from the graduate dormitory to an undergraduate dormitory and had not seen Natsuko since the move late in August of 1994. It was sometime in 1996 around June when I suddenly wondered where she might be. I looked in my address book and saw that I had the phone number for a friend of hers that was another African who was from Bopustatswana. I called and asked about Natsuko and she informed me she had graduated and was now living in Chicago. She had her phone number and was able to provide it to me. I then called Natsuko to say hi and catch up on old times. I knew someone from Nigeria who lived in Chicago and I called him up wondering if I could spend a few days at his place while visiting Chicago. I got a flight out to Chicago and was met at the airport by the family friend. Once I got in town, I called Natsuko and wondered when we could meet. She asked for my friend's address so she could come pick me up. When I gave her the address, I remembered she complained it way too north of where she was but she would come pick me up anyway. I had my friend take me out to the store so I could get some flowers. I think I got carnations. She came to pick me up later that night and we drove back to her neighborhood where she lived. We first had dinner at a restaurant and I gave her the flowers I had bought her. Next we were going back to her place when we had a slight miscommunication. We were standing on the main road when she started giving directions from her place back to where we were standing. I didn't understand her and saw a cab passing by and hailed the cab so that I could return back home leaving her by herself on the road. After getting back to my friend's place I went to sleep. Sometime during the night, I woke up to find myself standing in front of the elevators outside the apartment. I thought I must have been sleepwalking and walked back to the apartment. Luckily the door was unlocked when I tried the knob and I went back inside to continue sleeping. The next day while talking to Natsuko, she said did you know yesterday when you left some guy came up to me and asked if there was a problem because your friend just left you like that. She said he then walked with her as far as her door and she asked if he just comes up and starts talking to women on the street just like that. I was thankful it wasn't anybody up to no good and that she got home safely.


19. Linda Juang: Grand Fork Linda Hanna
I don't remember when exactly I first met Linda but I think she was part of the group of people that I was with when I first met Natsuko. She was a Psychology Phd student. I often see her in the cafeteria where I sometimes join her and her friend Houng. They are both vietnamese and psychology students. I remember once a group of people from the dorm going to the mall to see a movie. I don't remember who I rode to the mall with but I was riding in Linda's car on the way back. We were listening to Stings fields of gold on the radio as she drove back to campus. I remember another time I was chatting with her and Houng about an all you can eat buffet I go to on Sundays called Grand Fork and Houng joking with Linda saying hey he is calling you a grand fuck. One day I was wandering around the dorm after midnight when I bumped into Linda and asked what she was up to? She replied that she was taking a break from studying. I invited her to my room to chill then. She joined me in my room and sat on the chair next to the television while I sat on the bed. After chatting for a few minutes, I asked if I could get her anything and she asked for a grape soda. I went to the vending machine downstairs to get her a grape soda and after finishing it she thanked me and returned back to her studying. Another day I was seating with her and another student a white American and I was totally engrossed in what I was reading when I heard the American say you are glowing. I look up and saw Linda with a much lighter hue than I had seen her before and wondered if she was pregnant then returned back to what I was reading. Interestingly I found out that at the same time my daughter was born to a German woman in December of 1999 Linda was also in Germany as a post doctoral fellow at the university of Jena. Not surprisingly my daughterís first babysitter was from Malaysia and her name was Jenny. Anyway, sometime in the summer of 1994 I remember she organized a volley ball game at the athletic center one Saturday morning. I was playing on the same team as her and was quite excitable that morning. There was a guy from Saudi Arabia playing with us that said he didnít like playing close to me because I was too dangerous. I was probably just putting on a show for Linda.


20. Scott's Sister: Library Pickup Lines
After I had been in Michigan State University for the Spring and Summer sessions. The following fall my professor got another masters student who was a white American. His name was Scott Worthington. One evening shortly after the semester began I was in the library looking around when I bumped into Scott. He was looking in the book stacks for some books but he indicated some young lady sitting not too far away and said that's my sister Foli why don't you go bother her. So I walked over to where the girl was sitting and drew up a chair and asked if I could sit next to her. She replied that her brother was sitting over there and those were his books. I responded that I don't think he is going to mind. She seemed flustered but not too bothered so I tried to make small conversation with her. She wasn't totally unresponsive but she didn't have much interest in me yet. Soon Scott showed up and said Oh.. I see you met Foli. That was when she finally got excited and said I didn't know who he was and he just came and set next to me and started talking and I was wondering what to do maybe to leave but I thought you wouldn't know where to find me. Anyway we all had a good laugh about it and then I said goodbye to them both. The next day I was wandering around the campus and was passing by the bookstore when I bumped into Scott's sister from the previous night again. I said hello to her and we chatted briefly and I departed. Later I told her brother that I had bumped into his sister and he wondered if I was stalking her all over campus.
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21. Dariah From Turkey: No Herky-Jerky Moves
I must have met Dariah during the spring semester at Michigan State University. I don't know how we met but I'm sure Natsuko must have been involved somehow. She was from Turkey and was spending the spring semester at MSU because she had a sister who lives in Detroit who just had a baby and this gives her an opportunity to visit her sister and her baby. I recall sitting with her and a black girl in the cafeteria one day when she was showing pictures of the baby. I remarked that the baby was ugly and promptly got shouted down by both women that I was the ugly one. She liked listening to me speak English and she was often working with a Test of English as Foreign Language book and she liked me to sit with her and work through her exercises. We soon moved on to playing billiards and ping pong in the games room. She is often irritated when I'm playing another guy and losing especially if the guy is not being gentlemanly while winning since some people like to taunt you when they are winning. Thatís when she takes the pool cue from me and then helps me chalk the cue stick and points out the next shot while clapping to egg me on. She was a lot of fun. I saw her when she was leaving to go back to Turkey with her brother inlaw who had come to pick her up.


22. Fourth of July '93 Date: Sallie Fourth In July
Prior to fourth of July I was in a nightclub Sensations close to the Michigan State University campus and cruising the joint when I met a young white lady. She was dressed in a pink cashmere sweater which made her seem cool. I walked up to her and engaged her in conversation. I suspect we must have danced but I'm not quite sure about that. At any rate, I got her phone number before we parted that night. I called her up during the week and we arranged to meet to go to lake Lansing on the fourth of July holiday to watch the fireworks. On the day of our date she arrived to pick me up in a white Chrysler car and was wearing white shorts I remembered. We headed out and soon we were back again. We were in my friend Bisi Oyadiran's apartment for some reason and I don't know why. It could be because I was house sitting for him. I was still contemplating whether to make a move when she took out a picture of a little boy from her purse and showed it to me and said that was her son. I asked her where the father was and she replied that she had the kid when she was in high school and the father was no longer involved with her. Needless to say this put a dampener on things and I quickly lost any intentions of getting romantic with her. I wasn't too eager to be involved with a white girl who already had a child especially for another white man. After some time had passed she said goodnight and was on her way and I didn't see or hear from her ever again. This encounter reminded me of a girl called Lisa another resident of Owen Hall who I sometimes play ping pong with along with Dariah. She had a friend with a kid about the same age who comes to join us in the recreation room while we are playing pool or ping pong. I play with her kid sometimes and chat with the mother but I donít think I ever had the inclination to have gotten anything romantic started with her.


23. Kim of MSU Motion: Whatís All The Kimotion
I met Kim while playing soccer at Michigan State University. She usually shows up whenever an Algerian guy and his friend are also present at the pickup games we played behind the Wharton center the site of one of presidential debates between George Bush and Bill Clinton. There is a Soccer field not too far from the Wharton center which is used for intra-mural soccer games and the rest of the time for pickup games. She was quite sporty looking and had a braided long blond pony tail when we first met. I remember us playing behind the Wharton center once when I dribbled two people in front of goal and then shot the ball over the bar. She turned to one of her friends and wondered why I was always so inconsistent maybe he needs to go on a better diet, even though she was on the opposing team. She was also a member of a dance troupe that performs at sporting events and also in college dance competitions called MSU motion. The last time I saw her was in the summer of 1994. She had cut off her blond locks and was now sporting a short bob. During that game I remember her closely marking me and not letting me get free of her until I was forced to pass the ball. After the game was over, I walked over to ask her why she had cut her hair. She replied it was during an homecoming game that was a fiasco in Japan where all the Japanese men were reported as being boorish and leering at the cheerleaders that she got irritated and cut off her hair. I said something to show my sympathies and then walked off. I graduated that year so I didn't ever see her again after that game.


24. High School Girl In Car: Cradle Robbing
Sometime in August of 1993 my mother came to visit me at Michigan State University while I was still resident at Owen Hall. She didn't like the cramped conditions in a student dormitory and I then moved onto a campus apartment in Spartan Village. One day I was walking past Akers hall which was the route I take when walking back to Spartan Village from the food science department when some kids in a car called out to me. There were a bunch of girls in the car and I walked over to say hello. One of them wanted to chat and after sometime gave me her phone number. I remember calling the number later and chatting with her some more. I discovered she wasn't a Michigan State University student and was Lansing High School student. I guess this must be why I didn't pursue the matter any further.


25. Claire The Choir Lady: A Choir Bartending Skills
After I had been in America for about a year and a half I decided to buy a car. The car I got was a Toyota Celica which was chocolate colored. I bought the car on a Monday or Tuesday in October of 1993. The following Saturday, me and a friend of mine decided to go to a nightclub and got in my new car and headed out. Once in the club I wandered around and soon found a white girl to dance with. We really got into the dance and I remember her wriggling her ass against my crotch as we boogied down. I handled this stimulating dance a lot better than I once did Jane wriggling her ass against my crotch back in UI days. This was only the second time I ever had a girl wriggling her ass against my crotch since then. Unlike the first time when the girl was driving this time it was my turn. By the time we had been dancing for a few minutes there was the last call that the club will soon be closing. We decided to continue our dance at my place and she gave her car keys to a friend of hers to drive her car back home for her. I and her went looking for my friend I had arrived with and all three of us soon got in my car and headed back to my place. I remember my friend asking her for her name as we drove along and she said her name was Claire. He said what is that? I replied Claire like chocolate éclair. My food science had really kicked into high gear. Here I was driving a chocolate Celica with a chocolate éclair in tow. I dropped off my friend at his apartment and continued to my own place. Once there she got undressed and was rolling around naked on the bed while I was getting a condom out of my dresser. I noticed that she was a redhead and even her pubic hair was red as well. She snuggled under the covers, complaining that it was cold in my apartment. We soon got to the sex and fell asleep almost immediately afterwards. In the morning she asked me to drive her to her place as she needed to get ready for church as she would be singing in the choir that morning. I dropped her off and never saw her again after that day even though she had told me she was a bartender at the university club. Unfortunately I never went out to the university club to see if I could have found her over there although I had been there with my professor once before.


26. Arti Arora: Indian Date Vetoed
Arti was a Phd graduate student with my professor. She and I got along well in the lab and we also lived in the same apartment complex. One afternoon during the summer of 1993 Scott Worthington an American graduate student invited us to join him in his parent's house to go water-skiing. It was me, him, a visiting food scientist from Australia, Arti who was from India and another American girl. All five of us drove to his parent's house in Battle Creek Michigan where there was a lake in the backyard where you could water ski. We changed into our swim gear and Scottís sister also joined us on the boat. I had met her almost a year earlier when I bumped into Scott and her in the library but this was the first time I was seeing her in a swimsuit. She bore a close resemblance to my date for the fourth of July fireworks at lake Lansing a few weeks earlier. I was wearing my lycra biker shorts that I wore under my soccer playing shorts. I didn't know how to swim but since I had on a life vest I decided to risk it anyway. I dove into the water off the boat and the skis were thrown in after me. I found myself unable to move once in the water and needed to be fished out of the drink by the Australian guy. After this outing, Arti started asking me to join her to go take aerobics class. I attended a couple of aerobics lessons with her and she liked to report back to the other lab mates how clumsy I was trying to execute the aerobics routines. A few days later she suggested that we go see a movie. I picked her up from her apartment and I drove us to the movie theatre. I remember the movie was renaissance man by Danny DeVito. After watching the movie, we retired back to my apartment to end the date. When we got into my apartment she laid on the couch and had her feet on my lap and I played with her feet while attempting to massage them as best as I could. I didn't think it was a good idea to have sex with someone so close to me at work so I didn't pursue things further. After some time she got up and went to her apartment. We continued to see each other at the lab but we made no other attempts to socialize outside of work most notably one night when we were at Scott Worthingtonís place and Arti was making Chapatties with mango chutney.


27. Carlie: No Car Pet Here

One day I was at home on a Friday night with not much happening. When my friend I had gone to the nightclub on the day I picked up my first white girl with my Toyota Celica called and said, hey I have two girls in my apartment why don't you come over and see them. I soon got over there and met him in his apartment with the two girls. One was a pale skinned blond while the other was dark haired and tan. After some time he retired into the bedroom with the dark haired tan girl while me and the blond one went to sleep in the living room. We were lying on the carpet side by side and talking. At some point we started kissing and soon got undressed and started having sex. She was a little overweight but was blond and had a firm body and tight pussy with really nice tits. She also had a crease that went through her navel when she is lying down. I didn't get to see much of her because the light was out particularly her pubic hair. I remember telling my friend that I was in his place about the first girl from the nightclub, and how her red public hair framed her vagina when I saw him the next day after I had sex with the redhead. The sex was very gratifying and I had a very good time with her. I remember her smelling of cigarettes and beer as we kissed. We fell asleep afterwards and she left with her friend in the morning. They returned the following evening, I was hanging out with my friend at his place when the two girls showed up. They again spent the night and I once more had sex with the girl I was with the previous night. Just like the last time, they spent the night and then left first thing in the morning. Unfortunately she did not return after that second night so I only had sex with her just a couple of times.


28. Italian Rosie: Joining Club La Rosie
My professor when I was a student at Michigan State University was fond of hiring undergraduate lab assistants. One of them was Rosie. Rosie was from Italy and was a food science undergraduate. She worked in my professors lab and I bump into her there the few times I show up during daylight hours. I remember once sitting with her and a group of girls who were all food science majors and they were talking about her sister who was being wooed by a guy who drove a Ferrari. I recall seeing her sister's picture she was dark haired and Mediterranean looking while Rosie was blonde and blue eyed. An interesting encounter occurred between me and Rosie once in sensations the nightclub close to campus where I hangout. I was dancing with a girl when I felt someone poke me in the arm and I turned to look who it was and it turned out to be Rosie. I turned to her and said something briefly and then turned back to the girl I was dancing with. She didn't leave but jabbed me in the arm again to which I now turned and devoted my attention to her. This made the girl I was dancing with leave and then we just stood chatting on the dance floor. Soon we were done talking and then she went one way and I the other. When I saw her on Monday, I asked why did you kill my groove the other night at the club and she answered did you see what that girl you were dancing with was doing? I saved your life. To which I replied that is just the sort of trouble I like please don't save me next time.


29. Kate Koteras: From Au Contraire to Au Natureil
Another of my professor's undergraduate lab assistants was Kate Koteras. She was a lovely blond chick with her down to the middle of her back. My friend Frank from my graduate dorm had unloaded a bunch of playboy magazines on me at one time and in one issue the girls of southwest universities issue or something like that was a naked picture of a girl that looked a lot like Kate Koteras. I didn't ever ask her about this it probably never crossed my mind since I was already used to seeing her in the lab before I discovered the playboy pictorial. I only remember her telling me that her father was a green beret and had once been deployed in Nicaragua. I don't remember much else about her since she was usually in the lab during the afternoon and I prefer to come in during the evening.


30. Karla Pedersen: Call Her Pandering
This was a sales girl at Bachrach in Meridian mall where I had bought a suit I planned on wearing to job interviews. I must have made an impression on the sales girl that she gave me her personal phone number although it was just to have made the sale. She had mentioned that she was also a Michigan State Universtiy student though she was planning to drop out of school. When I tried calling her to set up a date she blew me off by talking about how she was busy cooking dinner for a friend I assumed it must be some lover and didn't bother calling her anymore. Some time later not sure how long maybe weeks or even months I was walking along the road past the student union building when I thought I had passed by her on the street. It seemed she had dyed her hair red or auburn but I couldn't be sure what the original color was. The suit did bring me good luck and I had worn it to my first successful job interview. I remember when I wore it to a job interview for School Food Service Manager in New York the woman who first met me at the interview just couldnít keep her hands off my suit and kept feeling the sleeve and the lapel. It seemed she really liked the feel of the fabric.


31. Girl in Daytona: Daytona Lakota Woman
One day after the end of the spring semester. Possibly in late April or early May me and a friend that lived in the same dormitory as me; Scott Pearman were in a nightclub close to the campus called sensations, when I spotted a couple of girls seated at a table. It was almost time for the nightclub to close, so I approached the girls and asked them if they could give me and my friend a ride back to our dormitory since we didn't have a car. We had actually taken Scott's car to the nightclub but I needed an opening and that was the best that I could think of. The girls agreed to drive us home and soon we were at the dormitory. I invited them to come in and take a look around because it was actually a cool place almost like an hotel. The girl driving the car followed me to my room while her roommate followed my friend Scott to his room. While in my room, I put on some music while we sat on the bed next to each other. Some curious thing happened when my arm touched hers I felt a prickly sensation whenever my arm touched the girl's arm. She also seemed to have fine white hairs on her face especially on her upper lip. After a few minutes she got up and said she had to leave, so, we went over to Scotts room to get her roommate and they both said good night. After they left me and Scott now had to walk back to the club to go get his car. I must have gotten my girls phone number since I soon started visiting her in her apartment which wasn't too far from the dorm where I stayed. I remembered it was on the road to the mall past the comfort inn where another Nigerian I knew who was a contractor for Unisys stayed. I remembered once being with her in her bedroom. She had a mattress on the floor and a picture of an Indian woman with a child on her back, called the Lakota woman, on her wall. I visited a couple of times before suddenly developing an impulse to travel to Nigeria. I was only in Nigeria for one week so I didnít get to do much during my visit. I did hop in my fatherís Honda Accord and drove to go see Ayo Sobande on one occasion. I met her mother who told me she had graduated from the university and was now performing her youth service in Lagos. I must have gotten the address of her workplace from her mother, since I stopped by there on my way to the airport while exiting Nigeria. I walked into the bank where she worked and surprised her having not seen her for two years. She asked if I could give her a ride back to her uncleís house. This was cutting it close since I needed to make my flight at the airport but I agreed. Once at her uncleís place, I saw her two sisters and exchanged greetings with them. She then asked if I had brought anything for her from America. I apologized that I had given away all the t-shirts and baseball caps I had, but maybe a pair of Calvin Klein jeans I had might fit her. I got it out of my suit case and she wondered why I wore green jeans, werenít blue jeans more popular in America. Time was running short, so I bid her farewell and got in the car to head to the airport. On my arrival back from Nigeria, I seemed to have forgotten about my friend with the Daytona. One weekís break in the action with her seemed to have provided enough distraction that I didn't ever remember to visit her again. However, I remember having a dream where me and her and her roommate drove to a strip mall close to my dormitory to go buy gin. I guess it must be because I gave Ayo Sobande a pair of jeans is why I found myself buying gin with an Indian girl afterwards.
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Haha. Picking up women is easy

But attaining a true beauty, not so much

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So, did you ever copulate with anybody? 1-star for a stupid ass gay thread.
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So, did you ever copulate with anybody? 1-star for a stupid ass gay thread.
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I think you mean Car Pool Hate.
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So you were basically like a gay friend to these women and never fucked them is what I'm getting out of this.
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So you were basically like a gay friend to these women and never fucked them is what I'm getting out of this.
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If you read carefully, you will see I bagged a few of them.
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32. Cassie Sober: Sobande Craze Not Too Sober
On May 11 1994 I departed America to make a visit to Nigeria. I had been in America continuously for the past 777 days. During which time I had bought my first car and had sex with a couple of white girls and even had a blowjob from a black girl from Barbados. When I returned from Nigeria, I went out a couple of weekends after my return on the 20th of May and met a girl and her roommate while sitting at a table at local nightclub called Sensations. I didn't think I got to dance with her but I got her phone number anyway. It seems I detected a common seam. Everytime I pickup a girl from sensations its because she is sitting at a table when I meet her and not while she is on the dance floor. I called her up during the week and wondered if she was available for a date on the weekend. We went out Saturday night to a buffalo chicken wing restaurant that I liked called Buffalo Wings and Weck. At first I was intimidated by all the black people looking curiously at us on the line outside the restaurant and suggested we turn back but then changed my mind when I didnít know any other place to go to nearby. I made sure to have the blazing wings and at least a couple of tall dark and tans anticipating the conclusion of the date. After leaving the restaurant, we retired to my dormitory room to have sex. The sex was quite intense, certainly one of the best performances I have had to date. I was thrusting rapidly and with a steady rhythm for no less than a full minute Afterwards while I was returning from the bathroom after discarding the condom I saw Cassie lying motionless on the bed and clearly visible in the darkness holding her head with both hands as though she was suffering a class A excedrin headache. She recovered soon enough and headed home while I fell asleep. From my calculations, it was 777 days since I first got a blowjob in the same Owen Hall from Erica Padmore. The following morning, I was shocked to see a growth in my crotch had resulted from the sex from the previous night. I called my friend that I had sex with a girl on his living room floor who was a medical doctor to come see what it was, and he said it was just a yeast infection. I took about a week of medicating myself with Cruex an antifungal cream to cure the yeast infection. Soon after that Cassie called and wanted to know if I would like to come by her apartment. I said yes and she came to pick me up. She had a black guy with cornrows in the car with her who she said was a friend of her former boyfriend that she was dropping off before we proceed to her place. We soon got to her apartment and I got to meet her cat Tom. After chatting for some time on the couch in the living room, we proceeded to the bedroom to have sex. This time I came too quick unlike the first time and didn't get her to come first. So I went to discard the used condom in the bathroom and then slipped on new one to continue. I soon got her to climax, and her skin then turned flushed red and she threw her legs up in the air with her feet up as high as she could get them. This was the last time that we had sex. We got together once more before the summer was over, but it was so that we could cuddle all night long and not just have sex. The interesting thing about this encounter was that Cassie Sober was the next girl I had sex with since last seeing Ayo Sobande in Nigeria. Sober could certainly have been a contraction of the Sobande name.


33. Ryoko: Raising the Tyketanic
Sometime during the summer of 1994 I made the acquiantance of a undergraduate student from Japan who was staying in the graduate dormitory over the summer. I don't remember how we met but I recall her coming up to me one day and asking if I knew how to get a social security card. I told her I knew where the social security office was and I would take her the next day. The next day, we caught the bus that goes to Meridian Mall since the social security office was along the way to the mall. Unfortunately I had sold my car a few months earlier so I didnít have a car to take us there. After this I must have talked to her on other occasions but I don't remember every time. There was once I was talking to a Japanese guy in the lobby while she walked past and I indicated to him that is Ryoko, she is from Japan. He responded by saying she looks more Korean. It made little difference to me she was still the hottest Japanese chick I had ever seen. When fall semester began I had to move to another dormitory and was pleasantly surprised to find that me and Ryoko were neighbors. She lived in Mayo hall which was on West Circle Drive and I lived in Williams hall which was part of the same complex. I usually go to her dorm to watch football games on Saturday mornings and to visit my friend Scott Pearman who was with me when I got a ride from the girl with the Daytona. I sometimes stop by Ryoko's room to say hello. I remember once she told me her roommate's father and brother had come and built them a loft in their room. I usually stand in the doorway while talking to her and must have seen the loft even though I never met her roommate. I remember once I was in her room and she was with another Japanese girl who joked with me and said what are you still doing it here? You have graduated already go back to your country. One day, my friend that I had sex with a white girl in his living room called me and said he was hanging out at the same buffalo chicken wing restaurant that I had gone on a date with Cassie Sober, and was there with his new white girlfriend and wondered if I could come over and join them. I stopped by Ryoko's room to ask if she would like to accompany me to a restaurant. She agreed and we both went out to meet my friend and his girlfriend. The date went well and I remember Ryoko at one time sighing and saying she was the only child of her parents and seemingly in a quandary of sorts. Eventually we said goodnight to the others and I walked her back to her dormitory. For some reason this was the last time I remembered meeting her and I can't remember anymore encounters after this.


34. Minister's Daughter at Owen Hall: Using Her Bully Pulpit
A few days following my affair with Cassie Sober I was in the cafeteria in my graduate dormitory when I bumped into a good looking young African American girl. Iím not clear if she was African American or mixed race of some sort since I didnít bother to ask. Although I live in a graduate student dormitory, it houses undergraduate students during the summer months. Since this is the only student hostel that is open during the summer. I started a conversation with this undergraduate student and soon convinced her to come to my room. She accompanied me to my room and at some point during the visit I started kissing her lips and had her top off and her bra undone and was sucking on her nipples. I did this the first time she was in my room and also the second time. Both times I only took her top off and undid her bra but never ventured below the waistline. When she was leaving after the second visit, I promised to come and spend the night with her in her room the next evening. When the time came I went to her room wearing a t-shirt and shorts and hoping to go further than I did on our two previous encounters. She let me into her room and I got comfortable on the bed. The girl then went into her bathroom and soon exited having changed into her pajamas. Her pajama bottoms were shorts and it was the first time I got a glimpse of her legs. It doesn't seem so bad now but I remembered then the first thought I had upon seeing her legs was - even my mother shouldn't have legs like that. Her legs all looked lumpy and pitted like they were riddled with cellulite. I quickly changed my plans from having sex to saying I only said I was coming to spend the night in your room so I'm not here to have sex why don't we just cuddle. So I spent the night in her room just cuddling. When it was morning, I got up and went back to my room. This reminded of a quip I heard from a radio DJ Mark Bayshore on the local fm station about the sort of women who look cool until their tight pants come off. After this I spent the next week in living with trepidation of when the girl would come back looking for me. I was always making quick runs to the cafeteria to get food and return back to my room and not wasting anytime eating in the cafeteria and not spending anytime hanging around the lobby or other places where I could be seen. She came by my room a few times during that week while I was hiding away from her. She was often banging on my room door while I refuse to answer. Sometimes the banging can go on for several minutes. Finally, exasperated, I opened the door one day and let her in. She now wanted to know why I was avoiding her. I said I just had a lot of work to do. She said she has been coming and she knows that I am in there because the light is on but I still don't answer. Anyway, she wanted to know what we were doing because she doesn't normally do the sort of things we had been doing with just anybody. I told her I wasn't a reliable person and she should find someone else. She insisted that she was a minister's daughter and I would have to continue with her to which I replied: You are a good girl and I'm just a dog. Somehow I convinced her to leave my room and that was the end of yet another summer fling that year. I saw her a few times around the dormitory but we didnít speak to each other anymore. I remember once seeing her riding a bicycle and wondering if she was working on improving her legs. I had a conversation with a guy called Raymond in the dorm who was a Psychology Phd candidate about my guilt feelings over dumping her but he thought she looked strong enough to handle it.


35. Medical Student At Owen: Meddlesome Trio
One day during the summer vacation at Owen Hall I was approached by a medical student I knew whose name escapes me and she wondered what I was doing later that evening? I said I didn't have anything planned and she wondered if I would like to go out with her to a bar and I agreed. We ended up going to Dooleys which was on the upper level of sensations the nightclub where I had met most of my dates. After we had been there for some time probably up to thirty minutes a couple guys showed up that she knew who were also medical students. I must have been feeling irritated by this crashing on our date because at some point I got drunk and started cursing at her and telling the girl that there was no way I could ever tell a woman that I love her. The girl and her two fellow medical students reacted with scorn at first but as I got more shrill and ran away from me together with the girl crying on some guy's shoulder and I was left sitting by myself. I soon found someone I knew who was in the place and we ended up playing table soccer the rest of the night. I don't remember seeing the medical student after that though there should have been opportunities to do so. Although she wasn't a great loss since she wore braces and I wasn't really gungho about getting together with her anyway.


36. Fuentes: Genetics And Phonetics
While I was student at Michigan State University I obtained a teaching assistant position teaching a Biology lab section for minority students. I had the job through the fall semester of 1993 and the spring of 1994 and the fall semester of 1994 as well. I had about 20 students in the class both male and female. They were minority students mostly black but there was an Hispanic girl Fuentes and her Native American friend as well. One day I was leaving the nightclub sensations and walked into the parking lot opposite the club. I bumped into the Native American student of mine standing just inside the parking lot and stopped to say hello to her. She was with another girl and they had their hair done in a style I hadn't seen her with before in class. I jokingly asked her not to not tell anyone that she saw me and then turned around and left. I was shocked at the next lab to find that she hadn't kept my confidence as I thought and the whole class knew that I had seen her outside the nightclub and was now in revolt. It seemed the students were just using this as an opportunity to have a knee-jerk reaction to having a foreign teaching assistant and were being quite uncooperative and disruptive in class. The most conspicuous of them was Fuentes the Hispanic girl who often sits in class with the Native American girl. She was particularly vocal during a genetics lab that was the next lab I was teaching after my encounter with the Native American student in the parking lot. I remember when I first started teaching the lab section and I used to have office hours it was only Fuentes who had ever shown up to talk to me during my office hours. Anyway this storm in a teacup was soon over and things settled down by the end of the semester.


37. Michelle Teaching Fellow: Roadside Pitch and Tush
While I was student at Michigan State University I obtained a teaching assistant position teaching a Biology lab section for minority students. I had the job through the fall semester of 1993 and the spring of 1994 and the fall semester of 1994 as well. The job involves me attending the same lectures as the students and setting up the lab once a week and giving a introductory lecture at the beginning of the lab which usually lasts three hours. Part of the duties also involve attending a weekly meeting with all the other teaching assistants teaching other lab sections for the same biology course. During one of these meetings I was joking about God I think when one girl said to me I have this book I'll like you to read and I'll bring it for you next week. At the next meeting she gave me the book and I read it over the intervening week before we had another meeting. When we next met she asked me what I thought of the book and I started to answer but she interrupted and said maybe we should go out and get a pitcher of beer and then talk about it over a few beers. So me and her made a date to meet at a roadside cafe and got a table on the sidewalk and got a pitcher of beer. I then told her what I thought of the book. I don't remember much about it but it was about some white guy who was a caricature for God who wore a leopard skin lion cloth and he and his wife ran a roadside menagerie called another roadside attraction and his wife was fond of fucking every black man that passes through their roadside attraction. Eventually he committed suicide in the gondola of a weather balloon. It all didn't make much sense to me then. It was getting late and probably time for me to make a move and I still wasn't committing to anything yet so Michelle said well you know Foli its not as though you have to do anything. But I guess I had the same reaction I had previously with Arti not wanting to be romantically linked with a lab partner. Eventually she blew me a raspberry and got on her bicycle and went home. She had told me she was from Chicago and she had a nice butt but I guess she just wasnít pretty enough to make me fold. I'm sure I saw her a few more times but don't remember too many details of our subsequent encounters.


38. Nightclub Phone Booth Girl: Setup With A Phony Kiss
I was in the nightclub sensations one night just walking around when a chubby white girl just walked up to me and threw her arms around my neck and then stuck her tongue in my mouth. I kissed her back and we continued kissing in the club for a few seconds then she suggested we go to her place. She then led me outside the club to a telephone booth and we continued making out in the phone booth. She tried calling her roommate she said but couldn't get her on the phone. I suggested we go to my dorm room which was close by but she insisted on only going to her place. So after a few more kisses me and her parted ways. I don't remember if I later saw her inside the club. But there was one day I was walking along the pathway to my dormitory that I passed by her on the street. I didn't say anything to her or even remember her name at the time. This reminded me of another incident in the same nightclub when I was standing and reviewing the action on the dance floor when a couple of white girls suddenly came and stood next to me. One of them was absolutely radiant and iridescent and everyone in the club turned to look at her. I was feeling quite self conscious by the presence of these girls and I felt all eyes in the place on me. So I quickly finished my beer and made for the beer counter to get another one and to remove myself from the vicinity of these two girls. Later I was to observe the iridescent girl passing by while I was talking to Chris the Nigerian engineer with the white girl friend that I had met at Owen Hall and he told me that the girl was a stripper.


39. Jennifer Mironovich: Jimminy Cricket Mere Witch
It was the first weekend after thanksgiving in 1994 when I went out to my favorite nightclub close to my dorm called Sensations. I met a girl sitting by herself almost in the same spot where I had met Cassie Sober earlier in the summer. I started chatting with her and asked if I could buy her a drink. Soon I got her phone number and we arranged to meet the next week. During our first date, she and I ended up in my dorm room and we started to make out. When I proposed sex she said she had been too loose with guys and her stepmother had advised her to take it easy the next time she met a guy and not rush into anything. It wasnít as though I didnít get to second base. I had gotten her top off and was playing with her breasts while we both lay on the floor of my dorm room. I noticed that she had a single hair on one of her areolas. We saw each other a few more times before we actually got to have sex. One day she said to me my parents want to meet you. I wondered why? And she answered they want to meet you before we have sex. So, I agreed and we had a meeting in a restaurant close to my dorm. She picked me up and I met with the rest of her family: Her father, stepmother and sister. I remember sitting next to her at the restaurant and the rest of the family seated across the table while I ordered steak fajitas. At some point during the dinner conversation I got to know that her father was a distributor of pornographic movies and her stepmother was a former pornographic movie actress. They seemed quite an interesting bunch. Certainly they were odder than any American family I had met since I had been in the country. This brought to mind a Thai girl I had met when I had first arrived in the country. When I asked for her name she said it was Romwadee. I asked if there was a shorter form of it and she replied people call me odd. There could be some connection because the porn actress stepmother was an Asian woman from Australia. I guess I made the right impression on the parents and we were now cleared to have sex. For some reason the first time we had sex it was on the carpet on the floor of my dorm room maybe because the bed in my room wasnít sturdy enough. I laid on my back and she got on top of me. This was interesting because the first time I had sex with a white girl I was driving a Toyota Celica and Celica means Celestial in Latin. This girl drove a GM Saturn so I wonder if that is why she sat on me the first time we had sex. Not to mention that Saturn is also a Celestial Body. I noticed her body gleaming white almost as though there was moonlight coming through the window illuminating her. After that first time we had sex regularly in the same room and one day after the first few times, she gave me a blowjob. It was the first time a white girl was giving me a blowjob. Unlike with Erica Padmore more than a couple years earlier, I didn't come and she wanted to know why and I said I didn't know how to come that way even though it was never a problem when a black girl gave me a blowjob. It seems I just prefer vaginal intercourse instead. Soon I myself decided to eat her pussy. She often has yellowish globules come oozing out of her pussy when she gets really excited while I am eating her pussy. I asked her what those were and she said she had seen a doctor and he told her that was just what was inside of her. Our sex soon graduated from ordinary missionary position to me throwing her legs over my shoulders. Once after we had done it this way she rolled me over and we had to do it the woman on top way we had done it the first time we had sex. I remember shortly after we started having sex she gave me a plastic bag of condoms, saying it was a present from her stepmother. There were a lot of different condoms in the bag. Some of them were even of the sort I had never used before. There were black ones and some were even other colors. I didnít count the number of condoms in the bag, but there certainly should have been over twenty of them. I didnít think there were enough days I was living in my dorm room before the end of the semester for us to have used all the condoms, but I remember Jennifer complaining we had run out of condoms even before 30 days had passed. I soon graduated and moved out of the dormitory I was staying in to my own apartment. I had gotten a sublet from a Korean girl who was returning back to her country with Bisi Oyadiranís help. The Christmas period of 1994 was rather hectic. Jennifer and I had gone to party for her job at a Ruby Tuesdays in Flint and booked an hotel room so we spent a night together in a hotel room in Flint just before Christmas and then we spent New Year's eve of 1994 at her parents house where I got to have sex with her in her own room in her fatherís house. It was one of the most thrilling sex experiences that I had. It felt like the room was filled with warm menthol vapors while her dark light cast eerie shadows upon the whole scene. I continued to have sex with her as often as I could maybe up to twenty times over a three month period before we finally broke up. There was even a story to the breakup. I had received an invitation to accompany her and the rest of her family to Las Vegas to attend the Adult Video Network awards. I didnít think porn actors were the sort of eclectic crowd I was looking to mingle with so I had declined. She then went with her family and upon her return she called me on the phone and said I need to tell you something and I asked what? She said when she was in Las Vegas she had to see her ex-boyfriend about something and while they were together they had sex. I then asked her to please come get her stuff out of my apartment since I didnít see the point of knowing porno people anyway. She soon came by to get her tooth brush and underwear and other oddities she left in my apartment and that was the end of our three month long affair. I remember I got to introduce her to my father when he came to attend my graduation ceremony in December of 1994. I had shocked him by walking into his hotel room with her and introducing her to him as my girlfriend. He regained his composure soon enough for all three of us to go to dinner together. I remember her driving us a few times to different engagements in her GM Saturn and my father asking her what sort of car it was. She had even loaned me the car to drive him to Lansing airport when he was leaving after my graduation ceremony. After dropping him off at the airport, we returned to my dorm room and I remembered the two of us standing by the bed when I looked at her and looked at the waiting bed and then tossed her off my hip onto the bed and then we had quickie sex in the afternoon before she headed off to school. Another time, she had me stay with her and her sister at her parentís house while they were gone away on business. I had a job interview in Detroit the following morning. So I spent the night with her and her fourteen year old sister. Once again we had sex in her bedroom in her parentís house. This time I took a shower in their house to prepare for my job interview. She then drove me to Detroit and the interview was at a company that made frozen pizzas. I had sat through the interview answering questions without noticing there was a thick wad of soap in my right ear. I donít know if any of my interviewers noticed but it wouldnít have helped my prospects to get the job if they did. When the interview was over I walked out of the building to join Jennifer in the waiting car. She handed me the car keys like she sometimes does and said you are driving. So, I drove the car the 70 miles or so from Detroit back to East Lansing. Along the way I noticed the thick wad of soap in my ear while driving and asked if she noticed it earlier. I canít remember what her response was but I didnít think it was too sympathetic to my cause. Our breakup was somewhat temporary. She had returned back from the AVN awards sometime in March. At the time I still hadnít gotten a job after graduating from college the previous December. One day in early April someone came to my door and said he had found my resume through the universityís employment office and wanted to offer me a job. The job involved working outside testing pesticides and herbicides for chemical companies and I would need to have steel toed boots. I gladly accepted the job offer and was soon busy spraying chemicals while wearing protective gear and looking like something out of a sci-fi movie. As part of my duties I also drove a tractor sometimes to plow a field. This was quite interesting because my favorite sex position with Jennifer Mironovich was her lying on her back with her heels on my shoulders better known as the plough. By August my friend Bisi Oyadiran was moving to New York City to begin a new job and I accompanied him to New York while he moved his stuff over there and then returning to Michigan to wrap up working for my employer before heading to New York for good myself. When I returned from my first visit to New York I called Jennifer and told her I was moving to New York. She simply said Iím coming over and she arrived wearing a dress. I hadnít seen her in a dress before but I hadnít seen her in the summer either. For some reason we both go out on the balcony of my apartment and proceed to have sex on the balcony. Afterwards we both sat in the dark on the balcony side by side while I smoked a cigarette and just enjoyed the cool evening breeze. I didnít tell Jennifer when I was leaving Michigan but I must have left no more than a week after our last encounter so that night was our very last lovemaking as well as the last time we ever got to meet. I remember calling her two years later while she was a student at the University of Michigan. Somehow I had gotten the operator for the university and got her phone number I talked to her on the phone and gathered that she had made it to U of M as was her goal after flunking out of the University of Las Vegas. She also reported being depressed for some reason and I remember wondering if she was suicidal. Since this call was placed while I lived in Brooklyn in New York it had to have been sometime in 1997 or 1998.


40. Barefoot Ladies: The Commodore Dragon
It after I had graduated and probably working already for an Agribusiness firm. My job often requires me to drive a tractor with various attachments like the planter or plough. I didn't have a car at the time so a coworker usually picks me up in the morning and drops me off after work since I live along his route to work anyway. This night I must have been returning from visiting my friend Bisi Oyadiran when I was walking along the Michigan State University campus. I was walking by the university guest house called the Kellog center when I noticed two girls and a couple of guys having argument outside the guesthouse. The girls saw me and told the two men they were with to get lost since they are going with this nice young man and came up running to me. One of the guys was dressed like a cowboy and wearing a cowboy hat. I figured it must be some people attending a farm show because they have those events on the Michigan State University campus which is more like an Agricultural college. Anyway the two girls joined me and said they would like to follow me home and wanted to know if I had a commode to which I replied sure I have a toilet. They followed me for some distance while one kept asking how much further it is to where we were going. Unfortunately it was about a five minute walk and I could only say its just up the road a little ways more. I think I noticed that one or both girls was barefoot by this point. Before we could get close to my apartment they spotted a cop car parked at a 7-11 and suddenly started crying about being scared and seemed spooked by the sight of the cop car and then ran away. That was how I lost the chance to take two girls home. Much like Bisi Oyadiran had two girls follow him home once and then given me a call to come meet them.
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Re: 101 Ways To Pickup Women
this is stupid and these stories and the person who wrote them are all bullshit.


Here is what you do



Get your best 5 pictures

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Use the MEET ME/MATCH ME features.

Click YES to every female (no matter how ugly they are)

Repeat for about 30 minutes

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Here's a few other ways:
1. By the Hair
2. By the Ankles
3. By the Lips

There's more. You just need to be creative!
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Here's more. Continuing from Yesterday.

41. Monique From Haiti: No Monkeying Around
While I was undergoing training as a school food service I had to make a move from Dunton Avenue in Queens to Utica Avenue in Brooklyn. One day as I was getting out of the subway heading home at the Utica Avenue stop I saw a girl talking on the pay phone around the exit to the station. I myself need to use the phone so I was waiting for her to conclude her business. Somehow we started chatting and I found out that her name was Monique and that she was from Haiti and she was taking the same bus that I did down Utica Avenue. At some point during our bus ride together I got her phone number. I must have called her a few days later and she invited to attend church with her. It was a cool trendy church in Manhattan and around Central park and 72nd street. I remember us taking the C train. I must have accompanied her to church a couple of times. The only problem was that she introduced me to some male friends of hers who were also Haitian and they started calling me at home claiming they got my phone number from her which I found irritating. Luckily, it was about this time I moved from Brooklyn to Ozone Park because I had completed my job training and now worked in Far Rockaway and Ozone Park was a lot closer to my workplace than Utica Avenue in Brooklyn was. I would have liked to continue attending the church because it had a lot of cool looking young people but my friend Vincent Mshelia advised me that he heard that it was some kind of cult.


42. Roberta: The Pied Stripper of Ambling
After Jennifer Mironovich, I moved to New York City. I had taken a Greyhound bus ride from East Lansing Michigan to New York City. The bus I took from East Lansing went to Cincinnati Ohio and from there I was to catch the bus destined for New York City. On the bus from Cincinnati to New York I noticed a couple of white girls seating in the row directly behind me. It was during the night and both of them appeared to be sleeping. One of them was blond and the other was a redhead. The redhead was wearing a t-shirt with a picture of a sunflower on the chest and I wondered if she was a sun child. I kept peering at them through a gap in the seats until when I did it another time and the blond one opened her eyes suddenly and looked back at me. I quickly turned around and stopped peering through the gap in the seats then. Come daylight the bus made a stop so that we could stretch our legs. I saw the two girls smoking and I walked over to get a light from one of them. We soon started chatting and became friends and we continued talking on the bus all the way to New York City. When we finally got to New York City we were at Port Authority bus terminal and I was trying to call my friend Bisi Oyadiran on the phone to make sure he was at home before I headed out but couldnít reach him. That was when the blond one offered if I couldnít reach my friend that I could come join them since they were heading to Queens too. We all got on the subway together and took the subway to the Queens Plaza stop I think and finally arrived at a motel where they were staying. After checking into their motel room the blond stripper went into the bathroom to take a shower and the redhead said she needed to find a drugstore leaving me to watch tv. After a while the blond one was done in the shower and the redhead soon appeared and went in the bathroom to take a shower too. Some minutes later when they were both showered and dressed they said they were going to check out the strip club where they came to work called Gold fingers so I tried to call my friend again and this time he picked up so I thanked them for their hospitality and got their room number and promised to see them soon then we parted. We had arrived in New York City on a Saturday and it wasnít until the following Saturday before I tried to call only to find out they had since left. I wasnít too bothered to have missed the opportunity to have scored with one or both girls since settling down in New York City and finding a job was more of a priority at the time. It took me about the first five months I was in New York City to know my way around and get the right job and finally settle down, Once I was comfortably setup in the place I was soon hitting the nightspots in Manhattan looking for some action. In no time, I had discovered the Palladium nightclub and Nells. One night, after leaving Nells, I was waiting on the subway platform to take the train back home when I noticed a girl standing on the same platform with me. We got on the same train and sat close together. At some point we started chatting and I got her phone number before she got to her stop which was before mine. She resembled the African American girl I cuddled with in her dorm room back when I was in college. The major difference was that this girl had a gap in her front teeth. I called her up and we arranged a date. I took her out to Planet Hollywood, the restaurant owned by Arnold Schwarzenegger. One day she took me to central park to hang out and lay in the sun out there. She told me that was what she used to do with her ex-boyfriend. On another occasion she took me out one night to go to a new nightclub she discovered called the sapphire lounge. The girl was certainly my introduction into the kind of fun a big city could provide compared to the farm country setting where I had attended college and scored the first four white girls that I had sex with. Actually the four girls I picked up in New York City were either from the Sapphire lounge she had introduced me to or from a bar on the same street as the Sapphire lounge. There was a day we were out on a date and walking in midtown around Times Square when she wanted to go into a peep show. I had been in a peep show by myself but had never been accompanied by someone else before. Needless to say, I was quite shy and unable to go inside. She looked at me scornfully and I decided to leave her outside the peep show and go catch the subway home. Fortunately, my squeamish behavior did not spell the end of our association and we still continued to see each other. I was under the impression that she was a waitress when we first met, but soon found out that she was actually a stripper. I believed the name of the strip club where she worked was the Paradise Club in Manhattan. One day I asked if she would come over to my place and she agreed. When she arrived I gave her fifty dollars to pay the cab driver then we went out to eat at a Spanish food restaurant close by then later returned back to my apartment. We started to kiss and soon got undressed, then she said she was not there to have sex with me since her last boyfriend was an accountant and I didn't have such clout with her yet but I could eat her pussy if I liked. I started to eat her pussy and it was the most delectable pussy I had ever eaten, even though this was only the second pussy I ever ate other than Jennifer Mironovichís, it tasted like it was tamarind. I now understood what black guys talk about when they say got to get me some of that tang. In fact a few days later I would be at Nells nightclub joking with a couple of black guys in the bathroom about how I just had me some of that tang. She had a rather large clitoris which was about the size of the tip of my thumb and I liked playing with it in my mouth as though it was a small penis. I was having my first gay experience with a girl. After about half an hour or so we were done and it was time for her to leave. I saw her off to the subway and arranged to meet her another day. When the day came that we were to meet in Penn Station I had bought her some flowers and when she finally arrived we got into an argument because I told her that I had once gotten off the subway and taken a look around the neighborhood where her subway stop was which was around the Shepherd Avenue stop on the A train. She thought that was stalking behavior and that was the last day that we spoke to each other.


43. Afigo: Nigerian Bukateria Woes Seventy Fourth and Lox
In addition to the Palladium and Nells, two white nightclubs that I go to I also go to a black nightclub somewhere around 40th street and Madison Avenue. This was a bi-level club where they play hip hop music and reggae. I had been there a few times with my friend Vincent Mshelia who was also from Nigeria. This time I was there by myself when I met a couple of girls. One of them was a Nigerian girl and the other was an African American. They were both visiting from Boca Raton in Florida. I was dancing with the Nigerian girl and at the end of the night her African American friend asked her to take me back to her hotel room with her saying he is cute. We got back to her hotel room but didn't quite make a love match and we both went to sleep lying on the same bed in the clothes we wore to the nightclub. When I got up in the morning she said she wanted breakfast so I went to a nearby deli and got some salmon and bagels and coffee. She complained that the salmon was raw and refused to eat it and soon afterward I prepared to depart. She wanted to know where I lived and I told her I lived in Far Rockaway. She wondered if I knew where to find any Nigerian restaurants and I said I didn't know any. She insisted that there are Nigerian restaurants in Far Rockaway and I insisted I wasn't aware of any and then left. That was the second time I spent the night with a girl without ever having sex with her. First the ministers daughter at Michigan State University and now this time a Nigerian girl from Boca Raton.


44. Chris Carter: Freelance Wildlife Photography
I met Chris Carter sometime between August and September of 1996. I had quit my job as cafeteria manager for public schools with the board of education of New York City thinking there are better opportunities for working in Manhattan if I tried the employment agencies that advertise in the New York Times. The first job I found after leaving the school lunch program was a document coding job with a company that does such work for law firms. One of the girls I met at work was Chris Carter. She was a beautiful looking girl from either Barbados or Bahamas. She was older than me but I didn't care. We used to go for our break together at work. The job was a second shift job between 6pm and 11pm and we get a 15 minute break after 9pm when we can go down to the deli on the street to get something to eat. She told me she was working there as her second job and her day job was as a paralegal in a law firm in the World Trade Center. We often rode the subway together after work since we both lived in Brooklyn and could take the same train. I lasted only about six weeks on the job before I was fired. I was upset because I didn't expect it and had neglected to get Chris' phone number and I didn't get to see her on my last day. I was obsessed with how I was going to see her again and couldn't wait till Monday so I could go to her subway stop and wait for her to show up in the morning. I had gone to work the day after I was canned to see if I could meet Chris. It was an unusual time for me to be walking toward work around 11 PM when I saw a bunch of people carrying what looked like a rolled up Persian rug. Instead of just being a rug it seemed to have a giant python rolled up inside of it and it was sticking its head out of the rug. I had never seen a snake that big outside of a zoo before. Come Monday I got to her subway stop at least by 7 am in the morning and stood on the platform checking every woman to make sure I didn't miss her. Eventually I saw her come down the stairs and walked up to her and said hi. She didn't show any displeasure at my stalking behavior. We just both got on the train and I rode with her to her stop. We made arrangements to meet the following Saturday to visit a career training center because she wanted to take a PowerPoint class and I usually go there to take typing lessons to improve my typing ability so that I could work as a word processor. We met on Saturday morning and went to the career training center to register for her class. We met another girl who also worked at the document coding job at the entrance. Her and her husband had also come to register for class since they were both word processors. The girl resembled Kemi Adegun quite a bit. Afterwards I think we had lunch at a nearby Houlighans and I had the Jambalaya. I don't remember what she ate. By the time we finished with lunch it was raining outside and it was also quite windy. I remember complaining about not having gotten my life as well set as I would have liked yet and Chris taunting me by showing model pictures of herself from some binder she was carrying and saying she had to have a new portfolio developed. At some point she chastised me for trying to run before I could creep and showed me the picture of some lawyer friend of hers with him standing on the staircase in his house. We were walking outside and the wind picked up my umbrella and tore it apart, so Chris offered to take me down to Fulton street and buy me a rain coat. She paid for the rain coat and I was supposed to reimburse her the next time we met but for some reason I don't think we ever met again after that day. Instead I bought a Freelance graphics book from a bookseller on the same Fulton street and soon after that I got an invitation from my friend Martin Hercules to come up to see him at Penn State University. While there I had discovered that they had Freelance graphics installed on the computers in the library and so was able to practice with my Freelance graphics book. I ended up spending about a month hanging around Penn State and by the time I returned I had forgotten about my debt to Chris Carter so I think I got a rain check on any future sex with her then. What really paid off was all the training I was able to do with Freelance graphics at Penn State University because within a month of my return I was working as a Freelance word processor at Chase Manhattan Bank and within another three months of that I was working with Freelance graphics at JP Morgan on Wall Street as a Word Processing center operator.


45. AnneMarie Egan: Vegan Brownie Points
I met Anne Marie Egan sometime in January of 1997. I had walked into her employment agency looking for a job as a word processor. She set me up with the usual computer based typing test and Word and Excel and PowerPoint tests. As usual I passed the Word, Excel and PowerPoint tests quite easily but fell short in the typing tests and had typed less than 40 words per minute and had made too many errors. She was sympathetic to me for some reason and said she would let me use her computer to practice my typing if I wished to come in the mornings at 8 AM before any other candidates showed up then I could use her computers for an hour every morning. I promptly arrived at her office every morning after that glad to have the opportunity to use a computer that regularly. After a few days I was able to raise my typing speed to over 40 words per minute and Anne Marie then set me up to work at the word processing center in a Chase Building on Madison Avenue. It was for the Chase Real Estate unit that was previously Manufacturers Hanover the bank that made most of the loans to Donald Trump when he first started out as a major real estate developer. The job wasn't too stressful and there were just four old ladies and a couple of young guys like myself. After I had been working for a while and the money had been rolling in, I often go to see a friend of mine Vincent Mshelia on Saturdays. I usually leave home about 11 AM to Noon and get to his place sometime after 1 PM. That was when I started getting calls from Anne Marie wanting me to go to work on weekends in Manhattan for some extra pay because if someone needed my services during a Saturday or Sunday it was $30/hr versus the normal $20/hr I got paid on weekdays. I sometimes get the call while I was visiting Vincent Mshelia in Queens. The first time she called me at Vincent Mshelia's apartment she said she was in Long Island at the time. Another time I arrived at Vincentís place and he would joke your friend Anne Marie has been calling since the last hour looking for you. She certainly kept me busy and it seemed to have paid off when just about three months after I started working for her I soon got another job. This time through a more prestigious employment agency called Wallstreet services and for a more prestigious assignment at the JP Morgan word processing center. The last time I saw Anne Marie she looked very pregnant almost like she was in her third trimester. I wondered if I had noticed the progression of her pregnancy throughout the time I was working for her and gone to pick up my weekly paychecks. It all seemed so sudden.


46. Vibeke Nielsen: Nielsen SoundScan Vibe
After being introduced to the sapphire lounge by my Puerto Rican stripper friend, I began to frequent the place. One night after I had been a regular there for about a year, I met a girl from Germany who was a tourist hanging out in the nightclub. We started talking and dancing and we didn't realize when time had passed and the club was about to close. She then left the club and started walking and I followed walking alongside her. After a while she asked me; what are you doing? and I replied I'm just following you. She didn't say anything further and we soon got to her destination. Which was an hostel called hotel 17 which I later found out was where Madonna used to live when she first moved to New York City. We walked in the door and the night clerk looked up from his desk and didn't say anything. We got to her room that and was when she first got cold feet and said I didn't think they would have let you in. I replied this is not the time to stop so we might as well go inside. We got inside the room and she wanted to sleep. I proposed having sex, but she said she was not interested. I responded I just needed to sleep myself since I didn't want to have to go back all the way to Brooklyn if there was a perfectly good bed to sleep on. We fell asleep and later got up in the morning around 9:00 AM. I once again proposed having sex. This time she was more interested after we had already spent the night together but said she didn't have a condom. So, I said I'll go out to the convenience store and get one. I soon returned with the condoms and we got undressed and began to have sex. I didn't know how long into the sex it was when her whole body convulsed and she wrapped her arms around my neck and dug her heels into the back of my knees. I guessed she must have been coming really hard because I had not had a white girl react that way before and this was the fifth one yet. After getting up we went to have breakfast at the corner of fourteenth street and first avenue. After breakfast I told her I was going home but will be back in the evening. I called her while I was in Brooklyn later that evening to set up our next encounter and she told me I'm waiting. I guess she had been keeping her pussy warm for me all day. I soon arrived and we proceeded to make love again. Her vacation was almost over and she was leaving the next day or so. I got her phone number and promised to keep in touch. Over the next two weeks, we must have spoken on the phone a few times. She told me she wanted to return after about three weeks and I was looking forward to seeing her again. My friend Vincent Mshelia told me he was heading to Nigeria during the time that she would be around and said we could stay in his apartment while he was gone. So I got the key from him before he left. She soon arrived and we resumed our love making activities. I remember she brought me about three bottles of a German beer called Wasteiner. At some point I got to add to my repertoire of sex positions when she was the first girl I had sex with doggie style. She was around on the 17th of July, 1997 which was my birthday and was also the day my brother-in-law first arrived in the country. Me and Vibeke had met him when his flight arrived that day at JFK airport and then took a cab ride to Port Authority to put him on a bus for Philadelphia where my sister was staying at the time. After he departed, me and Vibeke went to Tadís Steaks on 34th Street to get a couple of T-bone steaks and Heineken to celebrate my birthday with. One day when I was departing to work I asked her what she would be doing during the day while I was gone and she replied that she was going to Connecticut to see the owner of the Maersk shipping line who was a friend of her father. I was impressed that that was the kind of company she kept but didnít have anything to say to her about it. Soon her vacation was over and she returned to Germany. We at first tried to stay in touch but drifted apart after a few weeks. She had written me a couple of letters after she got back to Germany but I hadnít been able to reciprocate in kind. In one of her letters she told me her twin sister had travelled to America and met an homeless guy who owned a van and had taken a picture while hanging out with him and other people in a hot tub. An interesting detail of my affair with Vibeke was that I was a word processor and administrative assistant at JP Morgan when we first met. I had been taken classes in computer programming with not much success before then. She had told me her ex-boyfriend was a computer programmer who was enjoying a lot of success at the time because of all the Y2K developments and the introduction of the internet that was going on. Within 222 days of meeting Vibeke, I too had become a professional programmer working on my first Y2K Access Database conversion project and within 888 days of our first having sex, I was a programmer at Atlantic Recording Company working with Nielsen BDS SoundScan data in a Access database application I was building.


47. Kwok Chen: Chin Up At Work
I met Kwok on a job I just started at JP Morgan while Vibeke was in New York for her visit. I remember it was on the Monday after my birthday on July 17, 1997 that I began the job. She was a in a trainee program and was serving her rotation with the people I worked with. She must have started about a month after I began work with the group and she was a graduate of Pace University. The group was performance measurement and it was a bunch of accountants who kept track of the performance of equity traders. I remember one of the first tasks they had for me at the job was to create a PowerPoint presentation for a proposal for a two dollar broker seat at the New York Stock Exchange for JP Morgan. Kwok and I and soon became good friends. She was fond of taking my ruler from my desk and I always have to ask her have you seen my ruler? She also liked dragging me to the cafeteria to have lunch with her. Most times just the two of us and at other times she might have a friend or two accompany us. She had a childlike quality to her and seemed like the sort that still lived at home with her parents. I remember once she brought a slinky to work that we took out to the stairway in the fire escape and made the slinky walk down the stairs. When I started learning how to program, she was helpful in assisting me use her employee Id to book time in the JP Morgan resource center to get study materials. I often try to wow her at work by creating all sorts of simple applications. Eventually her stint with my bosses ended and she moved on to work with another group within the company. I still kept in touch with her for some time it seemed and the last time I spoke to her I was working at Lehman brothers in December of 1998 when my recruiting firm sent a Chinese girl with a Christmas present for my boss at the time Scott Mello. This jogged my memory about Kwok who I hadnít seen or talked to since September or October of that year so I called her work number from my desk and asked if she wanted to go out to a nightclub later that night. She responded by saying you are not serious and hung up. I later went out that night and that was the night I met my German wife but had also met a Chinese girl the same night who I even had sex with first before the German. Just like Ejim, years later I bumped into her on the subway as I was on my way to work sometime in the summer of 2005. She had gotten on the train and sat right next to me. She recognized me and said I know you. We got to catch up on old times and I found that she now worked at Cantor Fitzgerald and was married and had a daughter.


48. Jeanie Sohm: Gimme Some Love
Jeanie came after Kwok left. I remember the first day she showed up wearing her glasses walking up to my desk and asking for my boss Delores. Apparently my boss had hired a new temp. She said she graduated from Columbia university with a degree in psychology and was planning on working as an analyst in investment banking so she was taking an exploration of the investment world to see what it was like. She soon became my lunch buddy like Kwok used to be. She was often talking about her boyfriend another Korean who had graduated from WestPoint academy and was now in the army. When she first started working I often started at her tummy since she had just a little pauch until one day she snapped at me why are you always staring at my tummy and I replied Iím just admiring your gluteus maximus. One day, my boss Delores had us both go to another office to do something and on our way back she said she didn't want to return to the office yet maybe we could go somewhere to eat. I suggested a Houlighans nearby and I remember us having stuffed mushrooms and potato skins appetizers. I didn't remember what we had for a main course or if we had any alcohol but she was the only girl from work I ever had a lunch with outside the office building where we work. I remember her telling me one day that she had dinner the previous night with her parents and they had sushi and I was aghast at the thought of eating raw fish then. Years later I was eating sushi myself but only after being conditioned by being married to a white woman long enough to have had two children.


49. Haitian Honeypot Trap: Taunting Mac Scoot
This was the most scary encounter with a girl yet. I was sitting on the subway heading home from work one day when a girl next to me started a conversation with me on the train. She wanted to know what kind of job I did and why I was so professionally attired. I told her I worked in a Wall street bank and she told me she would like to know me better. I got her phone number and promised to call her. A few days later I called her phone number and she wondered if I would like to visit her in her apartment and I agreed saying I would stop by on my way home the following day. When I got to her place the following day I was quite unprepared for the reception I got. I had walked into the apartment expecting to meet only the girl to find that there were two men already there and also a young boy of about ten years old. I really got worried when she had to take the pit-bull into the bathroom. She had disappeared along with the young boy to remove the pit-bull from the living room leaving me and the two men to talk. They started complimenting me on my appearance just like she did on the train. I was wearing the overcoat that I had been bought by Chris Carter I think. I tried to remain calm as their questioning became more overbearing and they wanted to know what kind of job I did and how much money I made. I just tried to blow them off by being diplomatic and saying I wasn't really concerned with making money at that point in my life yet and was still involved with schooling. One of them was talking to me while walking around and the room while the other remained seated. They seemed to be trying to interest me in some shady business scheme and I kept repeating that I had no money and was really just a student. At some point the one walking around the room suddenly got aggressive and cursed at me I am only twenty-two years old and I make more money than you at which point I decided I had stayed long enough and made a dash for the door. Luckily it was unlocked and I made it out the door and ran down the hallway and down the stairs out to the street before I finally slowed down. I don't know if I had been in any physical danger but I wasn't taking any chances.


50. New Years Eve '97: Making Waves
It was new year's eve of 1997 when a black girl I had been seeing around the office who was also in Kwok's Trainee program approached me and asked if I would like to go to a new year's eve party with her. I accepted and she gave me her address and phone number for when I was to show up at her place around 8 PM. I got to her place later that night and brought along a bottle of white Zinfandel which was the only kind of wine I knew about at the time much like I only knew about Liebfraumilch as a white wine and Matteus Rose as red wine back in Nigeria. I got to her place and was the first of her guests to arrive. She was cooking and I noticed that she had leeks among her ingredients. I didn't think I had ever had leeks before so I was curious as to what she was preparing. Over the next hour or so the rest of her guests arrived and were a couple of other guys and a girl who had Nigerian parents who also worked at JP Morgan. After dinner we then went to a church somewhere in Brooklyn for the end of year service that ends at midnight. I remember during the service the pastor calling his two sons up to the stage and telling the congregation how proud he was of his two sons. He also introduced some guy who was his major contributor that he said worked for his company in Japan. I had never known that black people could be posted to work in Japan before that. After the church service we then went to a party in a house. The party was really bumping and I was on the dance floor when I noticed one of the boys the pastor had introduced dancing with a girl sandwiched between him and another guy. I didn't know what sort of decadence that was but I would have expected better of a preacher's son. At some point the party was really so wild that the floor on the second floor where the dancing was started buckling and you could feel the floor rolling like being on ocean waves. I decided to leave the dance floor and head downstairs which probably wasn't the right decision if the floor was to give way like in the wedding party in Israel that happened just before the World Trade Center collapse during the 9-11 terrorist attacks. Anyway by dawn it was time to go home and I had the girl that invited me and one of her male friends drop me off at home and it had been quite a night.
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Great, now i just need 101 reasons to pick up women, other than fuckin em
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Why even post this crap? I doubt you are attempting to help other men pick up women.

It appears you are trying to fortify your own image as an attractive man who gets a lot of tail.



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51. Veselka: No Nightcap In Russian Tea Room
I was hanging out one night at the sapphire lounge where I had met Vibeke the first German girl I had sex with when I bumped into a another group of Germans. There was German guy with his girlfriend and her friend who were hanging out in the place. I borrowed the other girl for a dance and while we were dancing she took off the baseball cap I was wearing and put it on her head instead. It was a raiders cap I think. She wore the cap home and I had gotten her phone number before we parted. She said she was on a work study program from Germany and was a chemical engineer at Sandoz. I called her a few days later and we talked on the phone. She said she lived with some old lady out in New Jersey and I wondered how I could get my baseball cap back from her. She suggested that I come meet her at the Russian tea room which was a restaurant in Union square. Unfortunately I had never been to the Russian tea room before and I expected just a regular deli or coffee shop only to find that it was an upscale restaurant. I wasn't appropriately dressed to go in when I got to the place, so I turned around and went back home. I seemed to have lost my nerve for talking to Veselka after that and didn't call her anymore and she didn't bother calling me either.


52. Chinese Jane: Not Jane Doe By Any Chinese
This was yet another hookup from the sapphire lounge I was introduced to by my Puerto Rican stripper friend. One evening about a year after I had met Vibeke from Germany at the same nightclub, I asked my roommate and a friend to accompany me to the nightclub. We arrived and got a few drinks and were hanging out. At some point I went over to the bar to get myself another drink. That was when I felt someone bump into me. I looked to my left and there was a Chinese girl. I looked at her inquisitively and she did a little gig. So, I though ho... maybe shorty is up to something tonight. So, I asked her what she was up to and if she'll like to dance. She replied yes and we then started dancing. After dancing to a couple of songs, I asked if she would like a drink. She said yes, so I bought her a drink at the bar. She then told me she was there with a friend and she'll like me to meet him so we went over to where he was sitting. I got introduced to him and he was another Chinese guy. After we had been talking for a few minutes... It somehow came up that all three of us were going over to her place. I found my friends and informed them that I had to leave with a girl, and that I will catch up with them at home later. Me the Chinese guy and girl then left the club and got in a cab to go over to her apartment. When we reached our destination she turned to me and said you are paying. I looked in my wallet and didnít have enough money for the cab fare so I said to her I donít have any money youíll have to pay. She said she didnít have money either so we would have been stuck if not for her friend who had to pay for the cab. When we got into her apartment, the Chinese guy stayed for some time then left to go home himself. I then asked if she would have sex with me and she said she couldn't because she didn't have a condom. So, I offered to eat her pussy then if she would like that. She agreed and got undressed and I started to eat her pussy. The Chinese girl tasted a little bland compared to the others I had before. The Puerto Rican was most tangy followed by Jennifer Mironovichís white pussy. All the same, it was still an unforgettable experience. After about two minutes she suddenly got up and skipped over to her dresser and looked inside and produced a condom and said she still had one after all. So now we can have sex. We then began to have sex and in a few minutes when we were done she got up and I did too and we both went in the bathroom. I discarded the used condom in the toilet probably the first time since Jennifer Mironovich I remember discarding a condom. She was looking at herself in the mirror above the sink and I joined her in front of the mirror and hugged her from behind as we both stood naked in front of the mirror. I then started playing with my prick in the crack of her ass and she turned and looked at me with mysterious eyes. Later we both got into bed and fell asleep. In the morning, I woke up and she was also awake. I wanted to kiss her but didn't know if I would have morning breath, so I kissed her on the nipple instead. She had rosy pink nipples which were quite cool. I soon got up and got dressed and thanked her for a fun night then got her phone number and then left to go home. Unfortunately when I called to ask her out a guy had picked up the phone and told me she wasn't there I assumed it was her boyfriend and unfortunately I did not see her again.


53. Danielle Fine: No Fine Dining In Hell
After my last encounter with Jane the Chinese girl at the sapphire lounge my next encounter was with an Italian girl Danielle Fino about a couple of months later. I had gone to another nightclub called Bobís this time. It was on the same street as the Sapphire lounge but just a few doors down the street. I had been in the club for about an hour and had a few drinks and danced with a girl or two when I observed two girls walk in. They stood and paused by a table and I went over to introduce myself. I asked Danielle to dance and she agreed. Once we started dancing the other girl came over to her and asked so are you all set then? and she replied to the affirmative. She then said she was leaving and left Danielle with me. After dancing I asked if she would like a drink and we went over to the bar. After having our drinks, I suggested we step outside to get some fresh air. After chatting for a few minutes outside the club, I asked if she wanted to go back in or we could go to her place. She suggested her place and we got a taxi cab to go to her apartment. Once there she opened the door and stepped in but quickly backed out because her roommate and her boyfriend were having sex in the living room. She suggested that we go up on the roof of the building to give them time to finish what they are doing. We got on the roof and then started kissing on the roof. We kissed for a few minutes and then went down to see if the coast was now clear to get into the apartment. There was no one in the living room and we proceeded to her bedroom. We got to having sex and it was dark in her room I was barely able to see. We soon finished with the sex and I fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning and we were chatting as we laid in bed together I noticed that she had blood under her finger nails and held her hand wondering her that happened. She seemed shy about it and withdrew her hand. I figured I didn't quite satisfy her last night and she must have been playing with herself. I guess she must be menstruating I thought. I soon got up and went home but made sure to get her phone number. The following Saturday after having chatted on the phone a couple of times during the week I went up to visit her in the afternoon. While we were chatting in the living room she told me that her father used to be the head of the mafia in Buffalo, a town in upstate New York. But, he had been in jail since 1989. She also mentioned that she had a brother and two dogs one of which was an American pitbull back when her father was still the head of the Buffalo mafia. She next mentioned that she had studied geology as an undergraduate but now worked as a web programmer for ABC News.com. She also said that when she first moved to New York City to attend Columbia University she had been living in an hostel of sorts. The way she said it made it sound more like brothel. She was also the person who clued me into the movie Starship troopers which she said was her favorite movie. We retired to the bedroom to have sex and I first started to eat her pussy. After eating her for a few minutes, I turned to begin the actual sex. She threw her arms around my neck and wanted to kiss me. I asked if it didn't bother that I had just been eating her pussy and she said no moaning in delight as she tasted her pussy juices off my mouth. We had sex and I remember feeling the sunlight coming through the window and burning my buttocks. After we were done, we went to a Hispanic restaurant nearby to eat. She had fish and I must have ordered a steak. During the following week I remember looking at a page she had designed on ABCNews.com about a Tiger sanctuary that she had told me about the last time we met. It had an animated gif of a tiger running and I remember sending her an e-mail congratulating her on how cool it looked. I guessed she and I must have met to congratulate me on my recent Chinese acquisition. The next time that we met she had me come meet her at work to go out to dinner with a few of her coworkers. I remember having to head out to where she worked from JP Morgan downtown and dealing with the sweltering summer heat in the subway. After eating, I remember joking with her coworkers and wondering if anyone was interested in going trolling for babes. After dinner I was looking forward to going back to her place for yet more sex but she decided she wanted to go to Port Authority instead and catch a bus to go home to Buffalo. I remember the last thing me and her doing was drinking in a dive bar close to Port Authority while waiting for the departure time for her bus. I called her the following week after she returned from Buffalo but she seemed cold and distant on the phone. I suggested we meet again but she responded that she was busy and was planning to go upstate New York with some other guy Dwayne to interview some club kids in some camp grounds and needed three hundred dollars to get a camera and rent a car. I didnít know what her three hundred dollars quote was about. I would have thought a computer programmer could easily afford that. Sorry to say I never spoke to her or saw her again after that.


54. Mtumi: My Turn On Vibeke And Nielsen
This was a Japanese girl I bumped into at the Sapphire lounge. I remember dancing with her for a bit but not being really into it as she looked too skinny and to tell the truth not too healthy looking either. She said her name was Mtumi and she seemed to be soliciting me I thought as she kept asking so what are we doing lets go and since I didn't know what she had in mind and had never solicited a prostitute before I found it quite awkward. There seemed to have been some black guy hovering around and she said he was her boyfriend and that he was a DJ. I didn't know what to do and didn't have a Manhattan apartment anyway so I thought the whole setup was too clumsy and decided to give it a pass. Later when the club closed and I was walking outside I watched as her and her DJ boyfriend seemed to stumble away from the club seemingly leaning on each other for support and watched as they paused behind some van parked on the street before I left and went to catch my subway back to Brooklyn. Little did I know at the time that I just met the homeless guy that Vibeke had mentioned her sister was involved with when she travelled to America after her visit to see me.


55. Swedish Au Pair: Pared Down To Bare Neccesities
It was some time after I had met Vibeke at the sapphire lounge that I bumped into another blond girl in the club. It was almost in the same location by the bar where I had met Vibeke. While talking to her, I found out she was an au pair from Sweden who she worked with an American family in Westchester. At some point she blurted out I will like to take you back to Sweden with me. I replied I can't go. She seemed worked up and demanded to know;, why you don't like me? I replied I liked her but just have too much work. Soon, just like with Vibeke, the club was about to close so we both left the place. While we stood on the sidewalk outside I started to kiss her in a doorway on the street. After a minute or so she seemed irritated and wanted to know if that is all that I wanted and said so I'll kiss you then and gave me a few rapid pecks on the lips. She then started walking up the street and said she wanted to go get a pizza. We went to a pizza joint not too far away and she got herself a pizza. I didn't think I got anything myself. While she was eating her pizza another girl came to join us. This one was dark haired and not blond like the one I was originally with. After finishing her pizza, we were all going to grand central where they would catch their train back to Westchester. I only remember us walking maybe as far as 2nd Avenue and Houston street before I draw a blank and didn't remember how we got to grand central whether we took the subway or a taxicab. My next recollection was of all three of us standing by the doorway of a train in grand central. I kissed the blond one the last time and they got on the train and I waved goodbye and turned around and left. I wondered why I didn't think to get her phone number but thought since it would have been her host family's number that wouldn't be appropriate. So I headed home and that was yet another one that got away just like Veselka who had taken my baseball cap home.


56. Second Chinese girl: Fine Art Decode
On Christmas Eve of 1998 I was out in the sapphire lounge once again. This time I was with a friend of mine who I had been there with a few times. I was walking around when I met a Chinese girl sitting at the bar. I stopped to chat with her and told her I was a computer consultant and gave her one of my business cards. She wasnít a great looker and was a little overweight but I didnít mind joking around with her until I spotted a couple of younger hotter Chinese girls further down the bar. I said my last word and then moved on to the two Chinese hotties who wrinkled their noses at me and pointed at the chick I was last with and laughed they blew me off with a cursory wave of the hand and moved away from me while giggling. I moved on and later met another girl this one a German who I got her phone number. Sometime between Christmas Eve and new year eve my phone rang and I picked up. It was the Chinese girl I met first that night. She wanted to know if I could come by her place and take a look at her computer which was having problems since I had said I was a computer consultant. I said I could come by the next evening on my way home from work and got her phone number and address. When I got to her subway stop the following day, I called her number and she came to meet me at the subway station. We went to her apartment and she showed me the computer. I wasn't able to fix the problem and told her it was more complicated than I could fix. She told me she was an art student who worked at a Chinese newspaper in Chinatown and showed me her college application to Harvard University. She then gave me a glass of orange juice. I finished my orange juice and then said I should be leaving. We walked to the door and as I reached for the door knob, she suddenly stepped between me and the door and backed the door and then wagged a finger at me. I wondered what was up and she took me by the hand and said she wanted to show me something else and led me to her bedroom. She then wondered if we could have sex. I pondered it for a minute and decided I might as well fulfill her wishes and got undressed. She got a condom and we started to have sex. I couldn't have had more than just a few thrusts into her pussy before I came and she seemed to be gushing wet herself. She seemed disappointed that the sex was over so soon and she tut tuted at me. Anyway, I got up and got dressed. She then started telling me how she has black friends and she always has black friends even when they have a baby. She is always buying presents for her black friendís babies she said. Anyway, I was soon on my way. I had thought that she would call again since she had my number but she never did. It was about six years and six months later in July of 2005 that I was attending a magazine launch party with a coworker DJ when I ran into her again. She was accompanying a girl that I had been hanging out with at the party who had told me she was a photographerís assistant. At one point when we were talking I noticed an Asian girl seated by her side and she turned to her and said this is my friend she is Korean. It was her saying she is Korean that threw me off. I could have sworn it was the same girl from the Christmas period of 1998.


57. Johanna Dethman: Betting On All Races
I met Hanna the very same night that I had met the Chinese girl above. After I finished chatting with the Chinese girl, I was walking around when I came upon a girl standing with her back to a pillar in the club. I didnít know what it was called then but it was covered with images of snakes and frogs and a harp and also the lettering Hecate. I now know that is what is called a sephiroth something to do with Jewish mysticism. The place was owned by an Iranian so that was not surprising. I wondered if she would like to dance and she said yes. While dancing, I noticed that my friend I had arrived at the club with was dancing with a black girl nearby. The black girl turned out to be her roommate and they had come to the club together. After the dance was over, I got her phone number and me and my friend then left to go home. It was a year earlier that I had met a woman from work at the same nightclub during the Christmas period. Her name was Michelle DeLong and she was there with a couple of her nieces. My boss at work has me deliver some research reports to her every month. I couldnít remember if I danced with her but I wouldnít have minded dancing to Beanie manís alalalong song with her. I didnít get a chance to see her the next time I delivered her research reports because I left the job at the end of the year. Anyway I called the girl I just met sometime between Christmas Eve and new year's eve and arranged for us to meet on our first date on the second of January, 1999. She met me at the subway stop by the club and then we went to an Indian restaurant where she introduced me to Indian food she was particularly interested in the chicken livers. Afterwards we went to see a movie. By the time the movie was over it was late and me and her then went to her apartment in the east village section of Manhattan. I decided to sleep on her couch since it was freezing cold and I didn't feel like going outside trying to get back home that night. She got on the same couch and we cuddled all night long till the next morning but didn't have sex. I came around the next few weekends spending Friday and Saturday nights in her apartment in Manhattan but still not having sex. Then one day we went to a bar close by the one where we met called the den of thieves and had a couple of drinks then returned back to her apartment and now we were ready to proceed with sex. We went in her bedroom and got busy having sex. I don't remember much what happened but I thought the bed was aligned differently the next time I was in the room. We went on from there and about three months later she announced that she was pregnant and so that was how I had my last pickup from a nightclub. After the pregnancy announcement we decided to live together and I moved in with my stuff in June. Our first child was born December 12, 1999 and was a girl yet another came along on August 29, 2003 this time a boy. The curious thing was that the following year after each child was born the birthday was matched by my income for the following year. When my daughter was born on 12/12/99 my income for the following year was close to $121,299 and when my son was born 8/29/03 my income for 2004 was $82,903 as close to his birthdate as possible. Such matching events even occur based on the locations where their mother worked. When my daughter was born she used to work on 12th street and Avenue A and when my sonís turn came she worked at 8th Avenue and 29th street. Such a coordinate system like this needs to be watched to see what further developments could occur.


58. Susan: Shoo Son Away
The first time I met Susan was after I had moved in the same apartment with Johanna Veth. Just about a month or so after I just moved in. She had rang the doorbell and I had buzzed her in through the main door of the building. I wasn't wearing a shirt when I opened the door and was confronted with some German chick with short spiky hair with a kid sitting in his stroller eating a banana. She asked for Hanna and I told her she wasn't at home and she asked me to tell her Susan came by. After that we must have met several times over the years and I got to know more about her. The kid in the stroller was her son Yuma and she had been married to an Italian American guy but was now divorced. I remember the first time I saw her really sexily dressed was maybe when my daughter was about six months old and my wife told me her and Susan were going out one evening so I would have to babysit. She came wearing some snakeskin print tight pants that really looked good on her. We often meet whenever my wife and her business partner organize a dinner at their friend Annette's restaurant called Planet One close to where we live and she usually gets me to step out of the restaurant to have a cigarette with her since most of the time we are the only two smokers present at the place. Then during one summer while my wife had travelled to Germany, she called and wondered if I could help her with a printer she was trying to setup. She suggested that I come after 10 PM because she wanted her son to be in bed so that he wouldn't be in the way. I went over the next day as she lived just a few blocks away. The printer was in the bedroom by her bed and I tried to help her set it up. She told me her ex-husband had given it a try but couldn't figure it out so I tried my best. She had a few manuals and I eventually sorted out the printer setup. Just like the Chinese girl I had met the same night as Hanna she had given me a glass of orange juice while I was struggling with her computer problem. Now that the problem was fixed there was no reason for me stay any longer and she escorted me to door and we said goodnight. This ended differently from the encounter that I had with the Chinese girl who had asked me over to fix her computer a few days after I had met both her and my wife so I wondered if Susan had any intentions of doing anything similar but had developed cold feet as I would have too.


59. First Stripper at Lace: Blackout Dates
The first time I was with a stripper in the champagne room was at the strip club Lace on 7th Avenue in Manhattan. I had been going to lace for at least a couple of months at the time since I worked in the area at Atlantic Recording Company. I usually got lap dances from an Argentine stripper called CeCe when I stop there on my way home from work. One day in the summer I went at night instead while my wife was in Germany. I decided to go to the champagne room with a stripper who I had just got a few lap dances from. I paid the money to go to the champagne room in cash. I believe it was about three hundred and fifty dollars. In the champagne room I started kissing the stripper and sucking on her nipples and fondling her breast. After about five to ten minutes in the champagne room I draw a blank and don't remember what happened after that. I only remember being in another part of the strip club in a room with a bar and a pool table and wandering around the room. I then went out the door and descended a staircase that led to the lobby past the DJ booth and I simply walked out of the strip club. I didn't realize I had blacked out after just a few minutes in the champagne room and had just gone home afterward. For some reason I didnít go back to the champagne room in the same club again until four years later when I took Cece who was still around but looking over the hill by then to the champagne room the second time I did that in Lace.


60. Second Stripper at Legz Diamond: Latin Asian Fusion
The second time I was with a stripper in the champagne room it was in a different strip club than the first time. This time I had discovered yet another club close to where I worked called Legz Diamond. I usually danced with a Polish stripper called Lori while and I'm there but this time she wasn't working. I spotted a very attractive exotic looking girl while she was on the stage and when she came up to me to ask for a lap dance I asked about taking her to the champagne room instead. We were soon set up in the champagne room. In this club the champagne room is like a booth open at one end with a wall of mirrors across the way from the entrance to the booth. Just like the first time I was kissing this girl and sucking on her nipples and fondling her breasts. This time I spent the whole hour in the booth with the girl and it was a really intense experience. She told me that she was part Puerto Rican and part Japanese. I return to the strip club a couple more times after this but did not go to the champagne room on those visits. By the time I returned hoping to go to the champagne room again the strip club was closed within a month of my first visit to the champagne room over there.

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61. Miriam Dethman:
I met Miriam Dethman on my 31st birthday on July 17, 2000. I just started at a new Job with Chase Manhattan Bank and she was my manager. The curious thing was that I did not interview with her for the job. There was a woman called Monique who had given me a phone interview and then after that I had been called in for a face-to-face interview and met her boss Steve Wagner who then asked me a bunch of other questions. On getting to work the first day I asked for Steve Wagner who then took me to Miriam Delman and then introduced me to her as her new assistant. She seemed nice at first but always gets on my nerves by going on about how I was a temp which she described as consultant and acted as though that meant you were brain dead. There were a couple other guys working for her already; Ernest an Ukrainian and Sri an Indian. She always seemed bothered by me not being a fulltime employee and often talks about how I wasn't going to get a Christmas bonus. It seemed she just needed to reassure herself somehow. After I had done a couple successful projects she once took me down to the trading floor to meet a Korean woman who she said had developed most of the Excel Trade templates that I had been working on. I remember her telling me that she likes to leave her husband on Thursdays to go take dance lessons. Then one day almost two weeks to the end of my contract term we had some disagreement and I tendered my resignation to Steve Waldman who then decided to take all the people working under him out to lunch to patch things up. I remember wondering what she was going to eat since I had never seen her eating anything else other than a potato knish. I remember her not looking too happy during lunch and some Chinese guy Harrison Wu sitting next to me ribbing that she must love you. Anyway I insisted on leaving despite Steve's kind gesture and saw her a couple times after I stopped working with her. One day a few weeks later when I was walking somewhere around the office and I just left a restaurant and saw her with another one of Steve's assistants Mia Lambda. Then more than a year later a Nigerian friend of mine who used to work on the same floor while I worked with Miriam wanted me to interview with his boss Dean Schlosberg whose office was next Steve Waldman's and I bumped into Miriam Delman while I was at the interview.


62. Third stripper at Flash Dancers: Polynesian Session
After being disappointed by the closure of Legz Diamond I found yet another strip club that caters to my tastes. I discovered yet another strip club close enough to work for me stop by on my way home. The first time I was in Flash Dancers I met with a stripper called Asia and took her to the champagne room. Same as the others, I was soon sucking on her nipples and kissing her lips and fondling her body. She told me she was from Hawaii and chatted about life hanging out on the beach. She was having me suck hard on her left inverted nipple to see if it will pop out. We had a good time together in the champagne room and I left looking forward to seeing her the next time I was there. Unfortunately I never met her again on subsequent visits. I even asked the manager Kim about her and she said she doesn't know much about Asia that she comes and goes and shows up whenever she likes.


63. Doris Morris: Java Does More
I met Doris on my 31st birthday on July 17, 2000. I had just started a new Job at Chase Manhattan Bank working with the credit derivatives middle office operations. She was one of the programmers working for the same group. She sat in the cubicle directly behind me and we soon became friendly with each other. She was Chinese even though her last name was Morris. I just assumed she was married but I might have been wrong. She was a Java programmer but started off with Excel VBA the same skill I was using for my work so she sometimes calls me over to her desk to help her sort out some Excel VBA problem. One day I had gone out to lunch to a Chinese restaurant close by and brought the food back to the office with me. She saw me eating Chinese food and said oh... I didn't know you liked Chinese. A few days later she asked me if I would like to accompany her to a Chinese restaurant where she was picking up her food. When we got there she wondered if I too would like to order something so we could wait while my food was being prepared. There was another time I came in to work the Friday after thanksgiving and she told me someone had asked if that was me and that she would be working on Saturday the following weekend if I would like to come on the weekend and join her at work. I was too lazy to take her up on her invitation and decided to keep things strictly on the up and up since she had a nasty habit of only knowing just enough to get started working on something and then start trading favors with white guys around the office to assist her. There was one of them that was particularly disgusting who comes to her desk wearing biker shorts with a visible bulge in the front of his shorts. I donít think anyone should need to program Java that badly. She lived in Battery park city she told me and once complained about some girl who sprays sweat on her while running on the treadmill next to her in the gym in her building. She was nice but I soon had to leave the job and I only spent about six months working with her. She resembles one of the actresses in the movie crouching tiger hidden dragon. I remember going to see the movie with my wife in the Angelika theatre. It was probably sometime in year 2000 or 2001. It had been about three years since the last time I had an opportunity to work with an Asian girl like Kwok Chen or Jeanie Sohm at JP Morgan. Actually, as soon as I started working with Doris Morris was when Chase Manhattan Bank which was the name of the company I had began working with merged with JP Morgan to become JP Morgan Chase. It seems that it was only at JP Morgan that I ever get to work with Asian girls.


64. Mia Lambda: No Meal Times With Mia
Sometime in the last two months of the job assignment where I had met Doris Morris I also met Mia Lambda. She was a business analyst who sat on a different floor when I first got there. At some point she moved up to the floor where I sat and was working in the cubicle in front of me. So I was sandwiched between her and Doris Morris. She was studying an Excel VBA book and just like Doris sometimes needed me to sort out some problem with Excel VBA for her. I don't remember doing much with her other than helping her with Excel. There was one occasion I remember walking alongside her outside the office and she was asking me about Doris if I thought she would be done with a Java server application she was writing before the deadline. I responded she seemed to know what she was doing and should be o.k. I once again ran into her walking outside the office but this was after I had already stopped working there and was leaving a restaurant nearby when I ran into her and another woman from the office Miriam Delman walking along and they accused me of not coming to see them since I left. She also has a close resemblance to the country singer Shania Twain. I had been hearing Shania Twainís music for a long time but never actually saw what she looked like until recently. I was amazed to see the close resemblance between her and Mia Lambda. I wouldnít be surprised if she was a twin for Doris Morris at JP Morgan Chase since she could just be her China Twin hence Shania Twain. Even more interesting, Shania Twain has retired from singing since 2010 and now resides in Basel Switzerland where all credit derivative trades are reconciled.


65. Erica From Brazil: From Flapjacks To Sole In Cream Sauce
When I first saw Erica she was some sad looking stripper with flapjacks at Flash Dancers. I used to see her on stage looking rather sad and shy but don't remember getting a lap dance from her. Her sad expression reminded me somewhat of that of the other girl that joined me and the Swedish au pair at the pizza joint after we left the sapphire lounge. She also had the same sad looking expression as Erica did. I remember another couple of strippers that I knew from Belarus. One was blond and the other dark haired and the dark haired one also had that same sad looking face. I had only taken the blond one to the champagne room twice but only got regular lap dances from the sad looking one. Now back to Erica. A few visits later I saw someone who looked like her but with more perky breasts and started getting lap dances from her. She was more vivacious and bubbly than the usual dour looking girl I once used to see. I asked Erica if she had a sister that used to work there and she said no. I started going to the champagne room with her and must have been in there with her at least two times maybe three. I remember the last time I was with her in the champagne room she started talking about her son back in Brazil and showed me the soles of her feet how puffy they looked. They looked like whatever Junior was reporting in the movie platoon as his excuse for avoiding combat duty. I didn't see her anymore after that day.


66. Erica's Czech Friend: Just For The Heck Of It
This was some girl from the Czech Republic that I once took to the champagne room in Flash Dancers. I can't remember much about her except that while we were in the champagne room she was telling me about Erica and asked did you know that Erica has breast implants? That was the first time it occurred to me that Erica was the same person as the sad looking stripper that I had seen before. I remember once being in the strip club after the day I took her to the champagne room and seeing her kiss a customer outside the champagne room which made me quite jealous.


67. Canadian Eat My Pussy: Hot Licks and Meow Mix
This was a blond Canadian girl I took to the champagne room in flash dancers. I had not seen her in the club before and it was the first time that I had ever been with her. Once we were setup in the champagne room I started with my usual antics of kissing her lips and sucking on her nipples and was immersed in enjoying myself doing this. After a few minutes she suddenly slapped me and said you made me wet. So I proposed that we should get together and have sex then and suggested that I could give her five hundred dollars if she would meet me on the weekend. She then started to joke in a catlike voice about how I'm going to come meet you and you are going to eat my pussy. I said I would prefer to have sex but she kept mewing about how I was going to eat her pussy. I remember her hair looking rather white at one point and tied up in a long ponytail. At one point Kim the manager was even in the champagne room but I couldn't get her to quieten down and stop saying in her catlike voice you are going to give me five hundred dollars and you are going to eat my pussy.


68. Escort #1 Korean Girl: Game of Thrones In Couched Entry
I had gone to the Paradise club a strip club I had been in a few times before sometime in late June of 2001. While I was there, I got a lap dance from an Argentine girl. She reminded me somewhat of Cassie Sober being of about the same height. After the dance, she wanted to show me the downstairs part of the club. I had seen people go down the stairs but didnít know what that part of the club was for. I didnít even know if was open to customers. We went down and I saw it was like a dungeon setting with axes and cutlasses hanging on the walls and there was what looked like a rack and pinion in one side of the room. She then showed me a couple of shower rooms with a shower on one side and a cot on the other side of the room behind a curtain. She said we could go in there for Two Hundred and Fifty dollars. Luckily, I had spent all the money I had on me and didnít have an ATM card or credit card at the time, so I couldnít make the purchase. I promised to return in a couple of weeks with enough money when my wife takes off on her usual vacation to Germany. The weekend after my wife travelled to Germany, I had gone to the nightclub where we met on a Friday night. I didn't have much luck at the nightclub and felt rather rusty with none of my moves on the girls working. I returned home frustrated and began to seek other opportunities. I wondered if I could call the escort advertisements I see on television and turn on the television set to view a few of them. I was wary of calling the numbers displayed on the television escort advertisements, thinking that those must be monitored by the authorities. I then decided to look up escorts in the yellow pages of the phone book. After mulling a few places, I decided to try Oriental Escorts which seemed like a nice safe way to go. The woman on the phone asked what kind and girl I wanted and I replied just send a good looking one. I was informed the cost would be two hundred and twenty dollars in cash and the girl would be there in an hour. When the girl arrived, she was wearing and tube top and had her hair dyed blonde. She was certainly one of the hottest Asian girls I had seen of all time. I gave her the two hundred and twenty dollars and she proceeded to undress. After getting naked she then sat on the couch with her arms across the back and then invited me to penetrate her that way. The angle was awkward but I managed to penetrate her while sitting upright on the couch and even perform a couple of strokes that way. I then disassembled the couch so that we could lie on the floor instead. We then began to have sex. I didnít know if she had required me to turn off the light in the room but it went off at some point after we started having sex. She seemed to like it at first until she started complaining that I was taking too long. Then she got rather argumentative and wanted to know what about all this baby stuff in the living room. My daughterís high chair was clearly visible in the living room. She suddenly shoved me off of her and took the condom off with one swipe of her hand while saying I'll just have to finish you off with my hand because I don't want to get hurt. Needless to say, I was flabbergasted and was only able to offer a weak response, I can't have sex with you without a condom. She then departed and that was my first experience with an escort.


69. Escort #2 Chinese Girl: Crouching Hooker Steaming Pussy
Two days after I had sex with the first escort, I felt like having the same experience again. I called the same escort service I had gotten the Korean girl from and had them send another girl. This one arrived wearing a V-shaped top and slippers. She wasnít as good looking as the first one I had and could have used some work done on her chin. I paid her the two hundred and twenty dollars and we started to have sex. Her pussy felt like it was a raging inferno as if she was running a high fever. The intense heat meant that I came after only stroking in and out of her about ten times. It was the shortest sex I had in a long time. She then got up and helped me take off the condom and then went to the bathroom. This meant the first couple of escorts I had sex with had helped me take the condom off afterwards. A few seconds later I went in the bathroom to see what she was doing. I found her crouched in the bath tub washing her privates. I then left her and waited outside. She soon appeared and I saw her out the door.


70. Escort #3 Boozy White Broad: No Porn Intended
Another two days after I had had the steamy sex with the Chinese escort I felt the urge to have sex again. This time I thought I should try and get a white escort. I now felt confident to call the escort advertisements on the television and the one I called told me the cost was two hundred and fifty dollars and that the girl would be there in an hour just like the Asian escort service. When the woman arrived she looked rather disheveled wearing a rather tacky looking polyester dress and was carrying a forty ounce bottle of malt liquor inside a brown paper bag. I paid her the two hundred and fifty dollars but was wary about the sex. She wasn't ugly but I wasn't crazy about having sex with her either. So, I decided that I would have sex with her bent over with me standing behind her in a position Nigerian guys called touch your toe. After penetrating her and stroking her vagina about a dozen times I came and she then turned around and said to me; now I have been fucked. She got dressed and was soon on her way.
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Here's a few other ways:
1. By the Hair
2. By the Ankles
3. By the Lips

There's more. You just need to be creative!
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I find if you stick a couple of fingers in their cooter & your thumb in their bum, you can pick them up & carry them like a six-pack of beer.
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71. Mariana: Marianas Turkey Shoot
I started work at a new company called Customized Database Systems or CDS sometime in March or April of 2002. On my first day when I was assigned a cubicle I didn't find a seat at the desk and as I was about to go look for someone to assist with getting a chair was when Mariana came up pushing a chair up to me. She was smiling and I guess I got to introduce myself. I didn't notice her much at first as I was getting familiar with the job at some point I got to see her husband come visit her at the job the guy who sat in the cubicle behind me told me he was Ukrainian and was an artist. The only memorable encounter we had together was once when we were the last two people to leave he office and had to lock up the place and I then accompanied her as far as up the block while chatting with her. At some point just before we reached the intersection I mentioned her husband and she gave me a sudden sharp look as though I was spoiling her revelry that we must be flirting or something. There was also the company five kilometer race where she was the only female runner and she was just one position from being last while I brought up the rear.


72. Escort #4 Dutch Girl Abbie: Stemming The Floyd
After the first set of escorts, my wife soon returned from Germany and things went back to normal. It wasn't until the following March or April that I wanted to experience sex with an escort again. Since the last time I had sex with an escort, I had discovered a short term stay hotel in Manhattan where you can get a Jacuzzi room for seventy dollars for three hours. I also had found an escort website called New York Dolls that I had decided to use this time. I checked myself into the short term stay hotel and called the escort service. I asked for a blond girl to be sent over to my room and the charge was to be three hundred and fifty dollars. When the girl arrived she was sexily dressed wearing a corset and with an ample bosom. She asked for my identification and I gave her my picture Id. She had issue with the name folly I had called myself on the phone and wanted to know why the name on my Id card was different. I said Folly was just my nickname and it wasn't a problem. She was reluctant to accept my answer so I playfully fondled her left breast and asked why she thought that two good looking people like us alone together in a hotel room shouldn't just go ahead and do it. She finally accepted and she got undressed and we had sex. She had the kind of vagina I saw described in an adult magazine as a classic pussy where she had a plump mound of Venus. The sex was quite good and it felt like I was in some kind of trance. Afterward, I remember the two of us walking down the street together and me asking if their office was close by was the reason she was walking and not taking a cab. What I didnít notice was that she had arrived wearing a blue corset but seemed to have been wearing a white shirt as we both walked along the street. Maybe she had on a white shirt all along and I didnít notice this was still something of interest.


73. Escort #5 Sharon: Lets Get The Show On
After my experience with Abbie, I was in for some more action. So a few days later I went back to the short term stay hotel and got another room. I called the same New York Dolls I got Abbie from and asked for another blonde girl. This time they sent a rather tall blond called Sharon. She got the money on arrival and called her escort service to tell them everything was fine. She jokingly asked me if I was planning on sleeping in this place and I said no. I noticed that she had hair extensions as I was playing with her hair. I don't remember much how the sex with her went but it must have been good. I just remember that she had blonde hair and brown pubic hair and reminded me somewhat of Jennifer Mironovich. It must have been her height since she was at least 5 10í. She was more attractive and was blond which was an added bonus. Recently I found a website of an associate of Jennifer Mironovichís former porn actress stepmother and he had pictures of a porn actress called Christina Angel on the site who looked just like Sharon.


74. Escort #6 Dutch Girl Stacy: Just Pure Ecstasy
After having sex with Sharon, I once again called New York Dolls to have another girl sent out to meet me at the short term stay hotel. This time it was a short Mediterranean looking brunette called Stacy. She also picked a quarrel with me over my name on my Id not matching what she had been told by her escort agency. Once again I had to convince an escort to have sex with me. She had an ample bosom and lovely brown nipples. We proceeded to have sex and I was sure she had a great time when she told me that her sister worked for the same escort agency and that I should call her too. The second time I had sex with her was in the summer of 2004. I remember it was in the Flatotel which was across from my office at UBS. I remember her telling me her car had been towed and that she was going to get it back after she left. On this occasion, I tried something different and kissed an escort for the first time while my prick was deep inside her pussy. What I call my double immersion method. She seemed to protest my kissing her but didnít want to stop either. I just hoped she hadnít given any blow jobs earlier that day. The third time that I had sex with Stacy, it was at the Affinia Dumont, an hotel I just discovered. For some reason she wouldnít come directly to the room and I had to go get her downstairs. We got to the room and started to have sex. I then showed her a new trick I just started using which was to twitch my prick in the womanís vagina a few times without coming. She reacted quite alarmed and wanted to know why I still kept going even though I had cum. I said I hadnít come yet just playing around. When we were done, I wondered why she had to leave since it was after 4 am in the morning. Maybe she could finish off her shift with me. She laughed and got out of bed and departed anyway. I must have been really tired because I fell asleep without putting my clothes on after she left. I got up a few hours later about 7 am and was heading to the bathroom to take a leak. I accidentally walked into the hallway instead totally naked. I was still drowsy from the combination of alcohol and sleep and it took me a while to realize I was standing in the hall way and not in the bathroom. Before I could react the door to the room swung shut and I was locked out of the room standing naked in the hallway. I wondered what to do for a minute then I picked up the copy of USA Today that had already been put in front of the door to cover my crotch and started to walk down the hallway hoping to meet a cleaning lady or some other hotel personel. About midway down the hall, I spotted a phone hanging on the wall and I used this to call the reception to ask for help getting back into my room. Someone soon came up with a key to let me back in the room and that was the end of one of the most memorable encounters I had with an escort.


75. Escort #7 Hanako: Japanese Henna Maid
After Stacy I needed to have a change of pace so I called an Asian escort service for the next girl. I had used an advertisement from the Village Voice newspaper and a copy of it was still lying on the bed when the girl arrived. She was smartly dressed in a blue shirt and dark pants and wearing a bowtie. She undressed and the two of us got on the bed. I wanted to get started with sex right away but she wave me away and started to flip through the pages of the village voice that was lying on the bed looking through the escort ads as though she was looking for the one I had used to request her. We then got to the sex. She had seemed lighter skinned when she first walked in the door but by the time we started having sex she was more of a darker reddish brown color more like Henna. After we were done with sex she got dressed and gave me her business card that had her personal number so that I could call her without having to use the escort agency. I didnít try calling soon enough that by the time I called the number was no longer listed.


76. Escort #8 Candy: Candy Yearns For Flavored Condom
Once again I ventured to my short term stay hotel rendezvous with an escort. This time I called an Asian escort agency and they sent a girl called candy. She had a nice body on her and was rather brown skinned. I remembered putting one of my strawberry or cherry flavored condoms for her. The sex was quite interesting she seemed to have a nice tight pussy and I remember taking some time to come. I don't remember much else about the encounter not even how she left.


77. Frances: Breast Crust Displacement Theory
I met Frances in Flash Dancers sometime in the last half of 2002. The first time I got a lap dance from her we soon ended up in the champagne room. She was blond and had her hair tied back in a bun and not a ponytail. I remember kissing her lips and sucking on her nipples in the champagne room. While sucking on her nipples there seemed to be some crust around her left nipple that gelled up in my mouth. I didn't want to spit it out so I simply swallowed it then told her that she need to scrub her breasts there must be some sort of discharge from her nipples thats crusting up. Another time I was with her getting a lap dance I offered to give her two thousand dollars if she would have sex with me and she replied I'm not doing it for nothing you will have to marry me. I couldn't tell her I was married already so I kept quiet then. Then one day I was in the champagne room with another girl when she comes in with a rather ugly looking fat customer with a turnip shaped head and the manager set them up close to me and the dancer I was with. The customer was rather clumsy. He had to try up to three different credit cards before they got one that was accepted. Soon afterward my time in the champagne room was up and I left Frances and her clumsy customer. I was still in the club when she done with the customer I had seen her with. She came up to me and was chatting and telling me how she just had a bad day particularly with the last customer that he was quite stupid and his pants were even wet. I didn't appreciate knowing such gory details about her encounter and since then didn't dance with her anymore. After seeing me in the club not wanting to dance with her she came up to me one day and started asking me You don't want to dance with me because I am too clean? she repeated this a few times while I found her amusing but still refused to dance with her. She instead tried to impress me with how she was just not any ordinary stripper but had a contract with a modeling agency. I didnít notice her around the strip club where we first met for the next couple of years after not wanting to dance with her anymore. Then one day in late in 2004 I saw her again. This time she doesnít ask me to dance but prefers to come chat with me when she sees me in the club. Soon After this I started frequenting a newly opened strip club, called Ricks, where I was a regular customer with another stripper Stacy who I also knew from the same Flash Dancers as ďFrancis. Shortly after I started being a regular at Ricks visiting Stacy, after about two months, I was sitting in Ricks one night while Stacy wasnít there when Francis walks in. The manager was walking her toward the rear of the club and they passed by me when I reached out and touched her hand. She turned and saw me then stopped not saying anything to the manager who was walking with her and just sat with me instead. I gathered that she was there to audition and wished her luck. She was soon called to the stage to perform her first routine at the club and I was expecting her return but she chose another customer instead. I figured she got the job since I started seeing her around after that night. At some point I must have become aware of the name she used at this club and it was Adina. I didnít think to ask her why she was using a different name from what she had at Flash Dancers. It took a while for me to finally warm to her but I guess having a different setting than the scene of our falling out helped and after seeing her around for about a couple of months I started getting lap dances from her again eventually with both of us ending up in the champagne room one night in March of 2006. It was almost four years since we last did anything like that and it was quite a lot of fun probably the best time I ever spent with a stripper yet. I didnít get another chance to take Adina to the champagne room before she left the club. I was outside the club one night in May of 2006 smoking when a green car pulled up and she got out of the car and came up to me and told me she was leaving New York and moving to California and wasnít planning on being a stripper anymore. I ask why the career change and she indicated the door to the club and said these people are nothing but animals. I then looked to the driver of her car and he appeared to be Hispanic and I asked so who is the guy and she said he was a friend so I gave her a hug and said I love you baby and then she turned and walked back to the car and got in and they drove away and that was the last I saw of her. After Adina left I looked back at the doorway of the club and wondered if there was any reason to go back in and decided there wasnít any and I too walked down the side walk to the main avenue and got a cab to go home and planned on never returning back to the place.


78. Escort #9 Nadia: Best In Show Sister Act
More than a year had passed since I had sex with Stacy from the New York Dolls escort agency. I called the agency and the phone person was giving me the rundown of the girls available. One of them was Nadia. I asked for Nadia and she soon arrived. Once she walked into the motel room, she must have recognized that it was the place her sister described to her and she remarked; you must be the guy who had sex with Stacy. I answered yes and we got the cash transaction out of the way and then got undressed. For some reason she laid on the bed across face down while I got on top of her in the lazy dog position. The sex was quite strenuous and she was getting almost shoved off the bed so that she had to put her palm down on the floor and also hook her heels into the back of my knees. Finally, we got done and I was laying naked on the bed quite exhausted while she got into the Jacuzzi and used the spray nozzle to hose herself down. It was one of the few times I was able to observe how the escort was cleaning up after sex. The next time I got together with Nadia was in the summer of 2004. It must have been a month or two after I had sex with Stacy in the Flatottel. I remember Nadia telling me that Stacy is looking quite great now and she has lost a lot of weight. We were at a midtown hotel on Broadway which I donít remember the name. We got down to business and used the same lazy dog position we used the last time we had sex. Afterwards, she held my prick as I pulled out of her and wanted to inspect the condom to see how much semen I had ejaculated. There wasnít much so she playfully slapped me and said you werenít even saving up for me, youíve been fucking.


79. Escort #10 Italian with Fat Lips: Pasta Pomodoro
It was a night when I had trouble getting any escort service to pick up the phone. Eventually I got this escort service either out the phone book or Village Voice or New York Press. The woman on the line told me that she was sending me an Italian girl with full lips and I would really like her when she got there. I had thought the full lips she meant were those on her face. Turned out it was of a different kind. Her labia lips where quite thick like the lips on her face would have been. I didn't spend too much time looking at them but simply inserted my penis and then focused on her face instead. She had dark hair. I would think this was the first dark haired white girl I was having sex with. I usually get blonds and brunettes or redheads. Her breasts were of the blockbuster variety but I was sure I held my own.


80. Escort #11 Chinese Food: Whatís That Sickening Smell
This time I called an Asian escort agency and they sent a Chinese girl. I don't remember much about her appearance, but she must have met my requirements. I remember her nipples were of the unusual kind which look like a cute button mushroom. They were brown and had a knob on the end. The interesting thing about her was that once the sex was underway, the whole room seemed to have been taken over by a smell that seemed to be like that of Szechuan chicken or some similar Chinese cooking. It was actually so pungent that the cleaning lady in the hallway outside was calling heard out loudly; who ordered Chinese.

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81. Escort #12 North Korean: North By Not Yet
This was quite an interesting escort encounter. I had called an Asian escort agency and they had dispatched the girl to the short term stay motel I use for such encounters. When she arrived, she got the money and then proceeded to undress. After getting completely naked, she then decided she was feeling shy and started covering her breasts with her hands. I found this quite ludicrous that she would undress first before feeling shy and removed her hands from her breasts and started fondling them. We got on the bed and started to have sex. I thought I came too soon but she didn't want to stop yet and started grinding her pelvis into me. When I finally got off of her, she started to give me a massage and became quite chatty. I found out that she was from North Korea and had come to America by way of Russia and that she lived in Sunnyside Queens. She also mentioned that she had a baby. I don't usually like having sex with women with children but in this case I didn't mind.


82. Escort #13 Swede Needs Husband: Last Gasp Attempt
This was quite a find. I had left home and checked myself into the Lasemana Hotel; A short-term stay hotel that I use for meeting with escorts .I didn't take the New York Dolls phone number with me when I left home this time. So, I had to search through the listings in the phone book. I found an escort agency that was willing to send a girl to the hotel I was staying in and the price was five hundred dollars. This was the most I had paid for an escort so far since the priciest was New York Dolls for four hundred dollars. The girl arrived wearing a burgundy coat and looked like she was attending a business meeting. We got undressed and started having sex. She had a glazed look on her face during the sex and her face was expressionless. Each time that I thrust into her she gasps as though she was expiring. The sex didn't take very long and I was soon done. I laid on the bed naked while she got dressed. As she was brushing her hair in front of the mirror, she absentmindedly said one of these days I will have my husband. I was surprised that this was the setting for discussing her marriage and asked why she thought she was ever going to get married. She replied yes I am going to get married and have my husband and also have kids. She finished getting dressed and said goodbye and was on her way.


83. Jordan at Bank Building: Banking On Jordan
It was sometime in late July or August of 2003 when I was walking down Houston street and someone on the street handed me a flyer outside a long abandoned building on the corner or Houston street and Avenue A that once used to be a bank building. It was for the grand opening of a strip club housed inside the building. I go for the grand opening day but there wasn't much happening just people fully dressed just standing around. Some of the girls were quite beautiful obviously the strippers that would soon be working there. I go there a couple more times this time the club was in full swing with strippers giving lap dances. Then one day I took a girl called Jordan to the champagne room. I had never been in a champagne room like that before. The champagne room was completely private and you were alone with the stripper. It also had a door and a green leather couch in the room. I had a lot of fun with Jordan that night kissing her and fondling her breasts and sucking on her nipples. I at first thought we could have sex in such a private setting but she snorted I am not going to have sex with you although she took her shoes off afterwards. I visited the club maybe two other times after I had been in the champagne room with Jordan but before I tried to take another girl to champagne room the place shut down before the end of August. This was much like it happened back in year 2000 when I took a Japanese Puerto Rican mix stripper to the champagne room at Legz Diamond. There was something of a Japanese involvement in the case as well. I was returning from the bathroom in the club one day when the manager indicated a space with a counter that looked like a lunch service counter and said they were planning to have a sushi bar over there. I wonder if Osamu sushi in Flash Dancers which opened sometime in 2005 was the outfit originally intended for this strip club on Houston street.


84. Vivian From Hungary: Avian Versus Pellegrino
Vivian was a stripper that I met in Flash Dancers late in the year 2003. I had just started taking shoot fighting classes at Baruch College at the time so I was quite fit and looking buff. The classes were held in the fitness center on 24th street and Lexington Avenue. When I first met Vivian I thought she was quite cool and took her to the champagne room. I was up to my usual tricks kissing her and sucking on her nipples that first time was really great. The next time I was in the champagne with Vivian she told me that I have such an effect on her that she always has sweaty palms and soles of her feet whenever I am with her. After we were done in the champagne room we go to the bar and then that was when she started glowing and doing a dance like the Drazi in Babylon 5 with her seemingly waving like a reed and waving her face back and forth in front of mine. I guess that is what is called a face dancer. I don't know if I had ever seen any other girls face dancer but I do remember Vivians. She also told me one thing about her that she couldn't ride the subway without suffering heat flashes and sweat pooling in her shoes. Sometime after this I was riding the subway when I suddenly suffered a heat flash and it felt as though I was close to a flame and the people around me seemed to react as though they felt it too. I had felt the same thing once back in Nigeria when I was in a chemistry lab and mixed concentrated hydrochloric acid with barium sulphate it felt like some kind of expanding heat bubble and I wondered if the beaker was going to explode. That was my first hint that something was wrong. The next was when I was in the fitness center practising my kicks for my shoot fighting class when I tried to throw a high kick and instead threw both feet in the air and landed on my butt. I wasn't too badly hurt and picked myself off the floor.


85. Escort #14 Black Girl: Best Bang For The Black
This was the only case where I had left my wife at home in order to go have sex with an escort. I had left home and said I was going out. After checking into my short term stay hotel where I normally have sex with escorts, I was having a hard time getting any escort agency to respond that night. It was either the service didn't pickup or they didn't have any available girls. Eventually sometime around midnight I was able to get an escort agency that I got from the pages of the Village voice. I just asked them to send a good looking girl but didn't specify what race. When the girl arrived she turned out to be black. I didn't mind this, since I had never actually had intercourse with a black girl since entering the United States of America twelve years earlier. I had only partied naked with Marlene Ferguson and gotten a blowjob from Erica Padmore. So, this was quite an exciting event for me. I sometimes bring my own condoms and a tube of astroglide lubricant along when I am having sex with escorts. The escort showed me a trick to applying the lubricant; which was to apply it to my penis first before putting the condom on and then applying it over the condom as well. We then started to have sex. A friend of mine had described to me back in my college days how African American women buck around while having sex and this was what happened to me. I tried to time my thrusts to meet her pelvic thrust as well and the two of us had sex as rhythmically as I had ever had sex before. I wasnít sure of the date but I think it would have been sometime around January 17 which was the twelfth anniversary to my wifeís arrival in America and also close to Martin Luther Kingís day.


86. Anne Marie Mcaul: Call It a Cloistered Fuck
I met Anne Marie at a job I just began on April 12, 2004. The company was UBS and I had been out of work ever since my son was born back in August of the previous year. Shortly after he was born we had moved from twelfth street and avenue A where we previously lived and moved somewhere in the same East Village section of Manhattan. This time at fifth street and second avenue. This will be of interest later on. I was assigned a cubicle at work that was close to Anne Marie's and I could usually turn from my desk to talk to her without having to get out of my seat. She had a white guy seated next to her 'Nick Mount' who I was often chatting with about all sorts of off-the-wall issues. There was another girl in the office called Orly whose parents were from Israel. I had met someone at my last job whose parents were from Israel too and his name was Ariel Elkayam. One day shortly after I started work, I was chatting with Orly when I mentioned that I used to chat with a waitress at a restaurant close to where I lived called Cloisters. She said she used to be a waitress at Cloisters too herself and wanted us to go out there for brunch that Sunday then. She arranged for me and her and Anne Marie to meet at Cloisters at 10 AM and I promised to bring my kids with me. On Sunday, I showed up with my son and daughter at Cloisters and Orly and Anne Marie were already there. Orly was by herself and Anne Marie had brought her boyfriend along. We soon all got introduced and all sat at the same table. Brunch went well and my son and daughter got to play with Orly and Anne Marie. My son was especially animated when he got to be held by Anne Marie and was pulling at her top trying to pry her shirt open and get to her breasts while his sister was doing some coloring for Orly. After about a couple of hours, I took my leave and me and kids went home. I worked with Anne Marie for about a year from April of 2004 to March of 2005. She actually lived just a block away from me so I sometimes run into her in the subway station or sometimes on the train itself. I once loaned her a C# training book that I had and after a few months had to get the book back. The book came with installation discs for installing a student version of C# and when she returned the book she didn't give me back the installation discs. I wondered where they were and she said I never gave them to her. I took the book back anyway and thought I would have to get the C# program installed on my computer some other way. A few months must have passed before I decided to start studying the C# book. By then, even Anne Marie no longer worked at UBS. Suprisingly I found the C# installation discs tucked into the book when I went to retrieve it from my bookcase and wondered how it could have gotten there. Regardless, I went ahead and studied the C# training book and then used the knowledge to write my first C# program at work. I haven't seen Anne Marie since March of 2005 when I last saw her at UBS and I myself left the company in April of 2006.


87. Lawyer At Paul Wise: Work Place Affair
It was after I had been working at UBS for a few weeks sometime in May when me and a Chinese coworker were standing outside the entrance to the UBS building on 51st street smoking when a young lady approached us and asked for a light for her cigarette. She stopped to chat and let us know that she was just starting a job in the building in a law firm called Paul Wise. She had graduated from Ohio State University and had been a school teacher for a few years and had then gone to law school and was just starting to work as a lawyer and that her parents lived in New Hampshire and were German. After a few minutes she then left and we too went back to work in the building. Then a few days later which was one of the first warm days that year, me and the same Chinese coworker were sitting outside the building smoking again when she walked by and saw us and she came over and said you guys are always together. We chatted for a couple of minutes and as she started to leave I asked for her phone number. A few days later I called her from my desk at work and asked if she wanted to get coffee and meet downstairs for a smoke and she agreed. We then met outside the building and chatted while smoking and drinking our coffee. I wanted to ask her some questions about my wife being German and her child rearing activities because she was once a school teacher and had said her parents were German. We met like this a few more times. The last time I remember she told me she was losing her apartment where she stayed with her sister and asked if I could help her keep her kittens. I would have loved to have kept them but didn't want to have to explain to my wife how I knew their owner so I told her that I wouldn't be able to. She seemed disappointed by my refusal and appeared near tears but I couldn't change my mind. An interesting feature of hers was her unusual shaped nose which I don't know the word to describe which seemed to to rather chisel shaped. My brother inlaw who was German had the same kind of nose and I wondered if it was something distinctly German.


88. Juliette From Belarus: Lap Dance Or Lapis Lazuli
I must have met Juliette sometime in May or June of 2004. I had just started a job at an investment bank UBS in the area and was hanging out in the strip club on my lunch break. I must have been there a few other times since I started working at the job about a month earlier. I used to have a friend in the place a Brazilian girl Sonja but I hadn't seen her since I started going there since April. I was seated at the bar and she was dancing behind the bar at the time. The strip club had two stages one was the main stage where they usually had two or more strippers dancing and the bar stage behind the bar where they have just one stripper. Juliette came over to me and as was customary in the place and pulled on the string of her G-String and I slipped a dollar bill inside her G-String. Afterward I asked her for a lap dance and got a few lapdances from her. She looked quite attractive almost like the paintings of Egyptians in their hieroglyphs. She even had bangs. I was quite taken with her and wondered when she was working again so that I could come in and see her. She replied that she normally works Thursdays and that was how I became hooked. Over the next six or seven months, I was a regular to see Juliette in the strip club usually going in every two to three weeks. I often took her to the champagne room and she had the dubious distinction of being the first stripper I took to the champagne room that I never got to kiss there. I still got to do other things like fondle her breasts and suck on her nipples but she forbade kissing. She told me she was from Belarus and used to work in Las Vegas as a cabaret dancer before moving to New York City. By December around Christmas time, I had become so besotted with her I was more concerned what to get her for Christmas rather than my wife. I went to a jewelry store on 47th street in New York which was famous for its jewelry stores. I asked the guy at the store what I could get for a young lady and he suggested a Lapis Lazuli pendant and threw in the gold chain for free. He cautioned though that the pendant should be given to a special lady. I promised that was just the kind of person it was intended for. Next time I saw Juliette I presented the pendant to her. I remember it was while we were in the champagne room and she seemed to like and had said that she liked collecting things like that. She liked to harass me about going out and clubbing. I remember early in our relationship she told me how her and another girl had gone to the nightclub Lotus and how much fun it was. She then asked what kind of nightclubs I liked and I replied that I hadn't been involved with that for a few years. She seemed to have taken a dim view of this and this made me resolve to do something about my sedentary lifestyle since I had met my wife and start going out again. Shortly after I gave her the pendant she disappeared for about three months. I believe it was the first three months of 2005. Unfortunately by the time she returned I had shifted my affections to another stripper Stacy. She tried to get my attention back by inviting me to join her in going to the Oscar Award ceremony that year which was reminiscent of Jennifer Mironovich's invitation to the Adult Video Awards ten years earlier. I was certainly moving up in the world from porn actors to real world actors. Unfortunately I couldn't take Juliette's offer to attend the Oscars because it was too short notice. She went though and told me she saw Tom Cruise and when I asked what he looked like she said he was short.


89. Jaime From Flash Dancers: Bridging The Jaimes
I used to see Jaime at Flash Dancers for a few years before I ever got a lap dance from her. This was back in the days before I ever saw a Russian stripper in the place and American girls still worked as strippers probably back in 2001 or 2002. She usually ignores me and had never asked me for a lap dance. I remember once I was there during the Christmas period and all the girls were wearing Santa hats and she was friends with another blond American girl who was wearing underwear in the colors of the American flag. Her friend had given me a lap dance but herself didn't make any move to do so. When I was leaving she was at the doorway and that was when she asked why I wasn't waiting for the party. It was the first time she ever bothered to speak to me. Years later in 2004 I started visiting Flash Dancers more frequently than before now that I had a crush on a stripper that I took to the champagne room regularly. I soon noticed Jaime was now a waitress and no longer a stripper. One day when things were quiet and my regular girl was a no show I asked if she would like to accompany me to the champagne room and she agreed. We got into the champagne room and the action started she had the most lovely breasts I ever seen and I had a lot of fun sucking on her flesh toned nipples. I only took her to the champagne room once and didn't do it again for a while. The next time she saw me she came to sit by me and was chatting with me telling she was from California and had run away from home at seventeen. While we were talking my usual stripper Juliette showed up and stood above us menacingly with an inquiring look on her face. That was when Jaime took her leave. I guess I didn't see her around much after that and when I next saw her she was a bartender and no longer a waitress. I sometimes sit across from her at the bar and there was one time she was shadow boxing at my face like she would like to knock me out. I guess I didn't pickup then she was pissed I hadn't been back to the champagne room with her. One interesting note though it seems it was about a year after I took Jaime the waitress to the champagne room at Flash Dancers that I had sex with another Jaime at the Castro Hotel. I would think both events happened in the month of August at the very least.


90. Beverly Liu: Believe Not In Ramble
My first encounter with Beverly was back in 2002 when I was assisting her and her partner a guy named Jaime to take over an application I had created at AXA Financial. I had spent six months at the company creating the program and then left to work elsewhere. The business analyst it was created for had tried to have their IT department takeover maintenance of the application but they were having problems doing so which necessitated my meeting with Beverly and Jaime. Sometime in August of 2004 I saw Beverly around the office at UBS where I worked. She had just been hired at the company and during her first week she sometimes comes to visit a college friend of ours who worked in the same area where I sat. I caught up with her and she told me she had been laid off at AXA but luckily had gotten a new Job with UBS and that even her boss back in AXA who I had met back when I knew her then was also now working at UBS. I later met the guy and he worked with the short sales requestor team. I must have stopped by her desk on occasion to chat but the most memorable encounter was when I was chatting with her in the coffee room once and the guy who had interviewed me for the job at UBS called John Rambelle came in the room and saw us chatting. He seemed incredulous that I knew how to talk to someone like her and came almost barging into me. I stood my ground till the last possible second before zipping out of the way and making him look stupid crashing into the milk dispenser.
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someone has a vivid imagination

oh, and some of these "pickups" are escorts.

you paid 'em.

You didn't pick 'em up, mac.
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This is copied and pasted from where exactly? And using women's full names? Uh huh.
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Too much data, not enough information.

Did you fuck them? If so, how? Is it repeatable by others?

Just the facts, and the methods. We don't give a shit about your life history. Just how to get laid fast with the hotties.
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Here are next 10 women.

91. Michaele Taylor: Miscellaneous Party Tributes
I met Michaele at the office Christmas party in 2004 which was held at the Roosevelt hotel. The party had a casino theme and there were black jack tables and craps tables and poker game as well. I was sitting with a bunch of other people from the office one of whom was my new boss a British guy called Brian Montgomery. Waiters kept coming with platters of rack of lamb and I lost count of how many lamb chops I had that night. Sometime while we were still seated around a table before dinner began Anne Marie showed up to say hello and a bunch of guys jumped up to offer her their seat. Both me and Brian Montgomery remained seated and she remarked that all the married guys didn't bother to get up. I soon headed to the buffet table to go get food. After getting my plate I sat next to a white girl and an African American seated next to her on the other side from me. While chatting with my dinner companions, I found out that they were programmers too working on a loan trading application within UBS. Michaele told me that she was working on developing it with artificial intelligence. I told them I also had experience developing loan trading software at my previous company CDS but nothing too fancy. After some time I went to get myself another plate of food. Before I returned one of Anne Marie's bosses Arlan had taken over my spot next to Michaele. I walked up to him and told him hey I was sitting there and he replied you're right Foli she is beautiful. I finally give up and wandered off. A little while later I met up with her African American companion who ended up teaching me how to play black jack but I didn't see Michaele anymore that night. I eventually bumped into her in the office what seemed a few months later when we both were in the same elevator. It was just the two of us and it was quite awkward since I didn't know what to say to her and didn't know if she would have remembered me from just one encounter. So I just kept quiet.


92. Escort #15 Canadian Flatotel: Dress For Success
This was one of the escorts I can best estimate what date we had sex. It had to have been a Monday in May of 2004. I had met with a coworker for brunch over the weekend and was curious if she would be interested in doing something together when we met on Monday. So, I had booked a room in Flatotel which was just across the street from work on Sunday. When I got to work the following day, she didn't seem too receptive to my advances and blew me off. So, I finished working around 5pm and simply walked across the street to the hotel. This time it was a more upscale hotel than the Lasemana I had used for previous escort encounters. I called New York Dolls and asked for them to send me a nice looking girl. The girl arrived about half an hour later. She had on a pant suit like she was attending a office meeting I asked where she was from and she said Canada. She got the money and undressed I was quite impressed with her looks and she had freckles on her shoulders. So I told her I was certainly going to have sex with her at least a couple of times. She first gave me a blow job. then I suggested that we get down on all fours in front of a full length mirror in the room in order to actually have sex. I thrust into her from the doggie position and it wasnít long before I came and she said she was disappointed that I didnít want to go another round since she complained that now she would have to leave with her pussy completely drenched and go home with wet panties.


93. Escort #16 Eva from MetroAsian: Heifers On Wood
This was on a Thursday in August of 2004. I had just returned from hanging out in a club called Boulevard and it was still quite early in the night about 2pm when I decided to call an escort service MetroAsian that I had found in the Village Voice. I asked for a good looking girl and she was quite impressive when she arrived. It was a tall good looking Korean girl with dark hair. I had a pornographic movie playing on my flat screen plasma tv set and suggested that we have sex on the hard wood floor of the living room. The sex was quite good and when she got up she seemed to have trouble walking. I watched her as she walked down the stairs holding on to the railing and walking gingerly sideways down the staircase. It must have been quite an interesting experience for her I thought.


94. Escort #17 Chinese girl After Eva: Another Two By Four
A few minutes after Eva from Metroasian left, I was still feeling frisky and wondered why I hadn't tried to have a second go with her. Actually, I hadn't ever tried to have two rounds of sex with an Asian escort before. Anyway, I called the escort agency again and asked if they could send another girl. They sent a Chinese one this time. She had a gold chain around her waist. We laid down on the hard wood floor just like I had sex with Eva a few minutes earlier and the same situation resulted I thrusted repeatedly into her until I had come and when she got up, she seemed quite tired. I bid her goodbye as well and then went to sleep.


95. Belarus Girl: False Start For History Of Art
I met this girl one day at Flash Dancers after I had just finished a lap dance with another stripper. I was sitting in the area the girls give lap dances and waiting for my erection to subside before I got up to return back to my table when she approached and sat on my lap and started studying my face. After a few seconds of scrutinizing my face she then began to kiss me. I respond by kissing her back and then suggested that we move the action to the champagne room. The action resumed in the champagne room with me kissing her lips and sucking on her nipples as I usually do in the place. After this first encounter I continued to get lap dances from her whenever I see her in the club and we went to the champagne room yet another time. She told me she was a Master's student in the history of art from Belarus and she had taken a few months away from her schooling to come to New York to make some money while stripping and also use the time to write her Master's thesis. One day she asked if I like going to a soul food restaurant and told me about one that she had found on Ninth Avenue. This made me arrange to have a date with her to check the place out. When the day for our date arrived, I kept calling her phone number only for her not to pickup. When I next saw her I enquired why she had stood me up and she gave me some cock and bull story about how her roommates boyfriend had come into the bathroom while she was taking a shower and she was so flustered that she didn't know how to answer her phone. When I first began to see her, she was often in the company of another blond girl and the two of them often stood together in the club but sometime after the second time I had taken her to champagne room I didn't see her around anymore but her other blond friend was still around. It might have taken another month or two after that before I noticed her former blond friend was now a brunnete and had a deep tan and a wiry lithe body. After having her ignore me a few times when I see her while I am sitting at the bar I finally convince her to give me a lap dance. I didn't ask her where her other friend was but only got a couple of lap dances from her. Then one day I was walking along around Port Authority when I was just outside a peepshow when the blond stripper from Belarus I had been in the champagne room comes out of the place. She appeared not too smartly dressed in a pink flannel tracksuit with the words baby written across the seat of the pants. I just walked behind her while wondering if she was working in a peepshow or had been there for some other reason.


96. Anastasia Tchakvasilimisu: Chalk It To Satanic Entities
I must have met Stacy sometime in September or October of 2004. It was the week before my son's christening and my wife had given me my fathers flight number and arrival time on a piece of paper I had with me when we met. I was sitting in my favorite strip club: Flash Dancers that evening when Stacy came by. She started chatting with me but I was not too interested because she was too skinny and I wasn't in the mood for a lap dance yet. She was persistent and insisted on talking on even when I wasn't showing much interest. Eventually, a waitress came and asked if I would like to buy her a drink? She ordered a glass of champagne with chambord in it. I guess I must have been intrigued by her champagne order and soon changed my mind about getting a lap dance. I decided to get a lap dance and we moved to the area where the lap dances were given. After about two lap dances I suggested we move to the Champagne room. In the Champagne room things got a little heated. I was kissing her lips and grinding my crotch into hers. She reached her hand into the waistband of my pants and grabbed my prick and started giving me a hand job something I described as choking my chicken. We continued with our lovemaking for several minutes with the kissing and her jerking me off. We had been let in the Champagne room between shifts and it seemed we were lost in the shuffle in the change between the dayshift and nightshift. I remarked that her breasts tasted sweet as I sucked on her nipples and she replied that she had sprinkled powdered candy on her breasts. We continued our intense foreplay for well over an hour. I think the daytime crew had forgotten to let the nighttime crew know we were in there. The only person that came in for well over an hour was some Indian guy who kept coming in to sweep the place. Eventually someone came and told us that our time was up and sadly we had to finally end this extended foreplay activity. After the hour in the champagne room I got her phone number and wrote it down on the paper with my fathers flight information on it and promised to call her soon. I called Stacy to confirm that the phone number that she gave me was correct as soon as I got home that night. The next time that I saw Stacy at Flash Dancers I was with my regular girl Juliette I donít think she ever knew that I was with another stripper the day that we met. After discovering that I was not available, Stacy was always trying to get my attention since I would only go to the champagne room with Juliette. At some point I told her I was not interested in taking her to the champagne room because she was too skinny and would need to put on another ten pounds before I could contemplate taking anyone that looked like her to the champagne room. In the meantime I must have taken Juliette to the champagne room four to five times. All that was about to change when Juliette disappeared in the beginning of 2005. With Juliette gone I finally had time for Stacy I called her sometime before Valentines day and asked if she still had any powdered candy left? The next time I saw her in the strip club I finally took her to the champagne room for the second time in five months. Something curious happened during our second trip to the champagne room. For some reason me and Stacy spent the entire hour in the champagne room just talking and she made no move to take off her dress and I didnít notice that I wasnít sucking on her nipples and kissing her either and an entire hour passed this way without anything more than conversation going on between the two of us. I wondered what could have been wrong with me that I actually took a stripper to the champagne room for a whole hour and didnít even get as much fun out of it as one lousy lap dance worth of action. After this strange outing to the champagne room I asked Stacy out on a date and she agreed. She said something curious saying you know it doesnít have to be anything too fancy but not McDonalds either. We finally had our date outside the strip club in late March of 2005. I remember we met in the lobby of Flatotel and she had brought her dog Angelika along. She seemed to have been excited about the date and had gotten a chemical peel without allowing enough days for the mask to be taken off which left red splotches on her face. She asked me to get her a Barcadi and coke when she arrived because her nerves were shot due to her drivers car handling that day. It seemed it had snowed overnight and the roads might not have been cleared yet. She had her dog with her which was a Chihuahua she said her mother had sent her from Russia. She had once told me she took it to work at Flash Dancers with her when she first got it and was keeping it in the dressing room only for it to be discovered and the ownerís sister actually like the dog and asked for a box so she could have it keep her company in the club. I first suggested that we go up to see the room I had in Flatotel but the security guard wonít let us go up because she had a dog with her. I was thinking we could go eat somewhere in Rockefeller Plaza but she suggested the Soho Grande instead. We took a cab out to the Soho Grande Hotel and sat in a lounge over there. I remembered I had been there one night with my wife when we first met hanging out in the same lounge I was in with Stacy. Sometime during the date Stacy asked me what I was doing with Juliette that makes her so starry eyed whenever she was talking about me. I answered I didnít know it must be the same thing I do with her in the champagne room I guess. At another time while we were both seated inside a cab I had a rapid three intakes of breath that I sometimes reflexively take and it seemed to have caught Stacyís attention and she wanted to know why I just did that. Just a few days after this date with Stacy I got an idea at work to create a program to send messages to my blackberry every 30 seconds which makes the blackberry vibrate almost continuously. I had discovered while in the champagne room with Juliette that her panties were always soaking wet if my blackberry goes off while I was twitching my prick under her crotch. Now I wanted to show Stacy the same trick. But before I got to Flash Dancers that day Stacy had been suspended by the manager Kim and the first person to inform me was Leona and I ended up getting lap dances from Leona instead and got to show her my blackberry vibrating cockring as I called it. With Stacy gone from Flash Dancers seeing her regularly was no longer possible and she had also turned off her phone which made it even harder. Eventually I was able to contact her by June and arranged another outing again. I remember us eating once at the Moda restaurant in Flatotel and China Grill and a bar and lounge at the W on Murray hill. The trip to the W on Murray hill was particularly interesting because I had a room at the Affinia Eastgate Tower and had Stacy meet me at the hotel then we went to eat at the W and later retired to the Afffinia Eastgate Tower where I had a bottle of champagne chilling in the refrigerator. Stacy didnít want to drink so I drank most of the bottle of champagne and I chatted with her while she sat on the bed. Soon she wanted to leave and I gave her a bouquet of flowers. This encounter is important because it was just a month before I met Evira and was drinking champagne with her and was also having sex with another Stacy the escort at the Affinia Dumont. The next time I saw Stacy was during the last week in July. I had been hanging out at the Glo nightclub and was talking to a couple of Asian girls when I went outside to smoke and was feeling a little bored so I called Stacy and wondered what she was doing. She suggested that we meet at a Japanese restaurant downtown called Megu. I caught a cab and soon met her at the restaurant. It was about 8 PM probably the latest I had ever met Stacy for a date. While we were eating at the Japanese restaurant she suddenly exclaimed that is Morimoto that went by. I wondered who that was and she said it was a famous Japanese chef from a tv cooking show. After we finished eating at the restaurant I saw Stacy off in a cab and didnít get to see her again until October when I next saw her at her new workplace the strip club Ricks. After reconnecting with Stacy at Ricks I soon became aware that she was little more than a prostitute and tried to accompany other women over there the most impressive of them was a girl who performed a wild swinging routine around the pole and was quite exciting to watch. I always get five lap dances from her every opportunity that I got. Sadly I didnít get to do this more than three times but she was still one of the high points of ever knowing Stacy. The first time I visited Stacy at Ricks was on October 17, 2005. I had seen her along with Diana the previous Saturday and she had told me where she worked. I hadnít talked to her since the end of July but she once came into Flash Dancers in August while I was sitting with another stripper Tina but she seemed too jittery and didnít stop to talk before she fled from the place. Diana was also present at Ricks the first night I was there and had taken me for my first dance there while Stacy was dancing on stage. It seemed Stacy was quite livid about Dianaís sneakiness and once her set on stage was over she stormed over to where Diana was giving me a lap dance forgetting to put her dress back on as was customary when the dancer was leaving the stage but carrying it in one hand as she walked the whole length of the club topless to get to us. She flung the dress off to one side and demanded to know if she could join in. We said sure and soon I was dancing with both girls. It was the first time I was getting a lap dance from two girls at the same time. Diana soon departed to start her stage set leaving just me and Stacy. When we were done dancing Stacy could not find her dress and was looking for it around the area she had flung it but it was not lying on any of the seats or even on the floor. I helped her search for the dress but could not find it and gave up after a couple of minutes. It was while I was looking away that she said she had found the dress lying on one of the seats which was ridiculous since it should have been easily found if that was the case. After this I thought I would be diplomatic and try to console Stacy for not being first to welcome me to Ricks by pretending to love her. I then did something I had never done since I was dating girls I told Stacy that I loved her. She turned to me and asked what did I do? And I said nothing. I must have repeated this proclamation of love more than once before I departed that night. The next time I returned to Ricks Diana was not present and it seemed her and Stacy had some disagreement and she had left for Las Vegas. I was disappointed but figured I could still make do with Stacy. By the second or third visit to Ricks I must have taken Stacy to the champagne room in Ricks. The champagne room in this club was quite chic and had a round conference table and high back chairs. You could also order food in the champagne room and my favorite thing to order was the porter house steaks with scalloped potatoes and creamed spinach. Sometimes I get the ribeye steak as well. There was another time I sat with Stacy and two of her friends Gigi and Gloria having dinner in the restaurant in the place when I remembered ordering rack of lamb. I must have been to the champagne room with Stacy more than five times in this club between October when I first visited and January when there was an altercation between me and Stacy in the club. It all started innocently enough. I had gone to Ricks on a Saturday in January of 2006 since Stacy doesnít usually work on Saturdays this was the time I often get to dance with other girls. I got a dancer called Giordana that day. I took her for a couple of lap dances and was disappointed that she was making as little contact with me during the lap dance as possible. I joked with her that I would like to show her my tricks and she replied she is only interested in peopleís tricks in the champagne room. She seemed intrigued when I told her my name as though she had heard of me before our meeting and kept repeating I like that name. The next time I was in Ricks was a weekday and both Stacy and Giordana were there that day. While Stacy was sitting on my lap Giordana approached us and angrily spoke to me: Why are you holding her like that? I looked puzzled and she snorted; She canít even get up even if she wanted to. Then she sat down next to us and said to Stacy did you know someone asked me if I could give him a blowjob upstairs. I felt Stacyís body stiffen as she sat on my lap as though she was the one being accused of being of cocksucker. Stacy seemed tongue tied so I responded to Giordana by joking and saying how is he supposed to know what he is getting if he doesnít ask. She snorted again indicating she doesnít think giving blowjobs around here is a good idea. After giving her diatribe Giordana excused herself and then left. The ball was now in Stacyís court to come clean whatever Giordana had been hinting at. The next time I was in Ricks she started trying to bamboozle me first talking about how she had come in the club with a customer the previous night fifteen minutes before closing and was trying to get into the champagne room with him and the club management would not allow them in even though the guy was willing to pay ten thousand dollars on his credit card. I wondered why an hour in the champagne room would cost that much and she said six hundred dollars was just the minimum. She then said she needed the money to buy a house. I angrily retorted if any girl here thinks she can buy a house its got to be you then. She then pointed her finger skyward and said from you to god and I replied I think it is from your lips to gods ears. Anyway she tried to talk again when I heard enough from her and gave her a sudden sharp look when out of nowhere came a voice that said to Stacy How Dare You!!! I had no idea whose voice it was but it seemed to have come from me though. Stacy gave me a nasty look of her own too and then walked away to the wall on the far side of the room. I glanced in her direction and saw her standing with her back to the wall like a statue and with both hands placed on her chest as though she was praying I wondered what the stupid bitch was doing and then turned my attention to what was going on with the girl dancing on stage. All of a sudden I felt something and looked in the direction I last saw Stacy and saw her glowing like a fluorescent light bulb and careening in my direction while I heard a voice in my head saying its me its me Foli its me. I deftly slipped under her as she lunged at me and she was disoriented by my expert evasive action and didnít seem to be able to regain her composure after that but just flailed helplessly at me while sobbing loudly and eventually collapsed on top of me. A waitress who likes to hangout in the champagne room with me and Stacy then approached us and wanted to know if we would like get a champagne room. I indicated we were fine. I would actually not have minded to go into the champagne room but I only had two hundred dollars on me that day. Next was the manager Ken who came up to me and asked how come you are so lucky and at first I was perplexed not knowing what he just said. He repeated the question and I replied I was born lucky then he laughed and quickly walked away. Another guy soon came up and said he was Tony Raelien and congratulated me saying he had been seeing me around but hadnít seen me in action before that day. I was watching what was happening on stage with the strippers dancing when I noticed that Adina my old girlfriend was on and she was dancing to pussycat dolls Donít you think your girlfriend was freak like me. All in all it was a good night and after getting my customary five lap dances from Stacy I headed home. This altercation happened while I was taking a two week break from work to do some studying for a C# application that I was writing at the time. I had been working on the application for over two months and now reach the limits of my C# knowledge in order to complete it. I also had a job interview scheduled at Highbridge Capital a hedge fund sometime during the following week after my encounter with glowing light attacks from Stacy. During that week I also visited another strip club called the VIP club on 20th street. It is located on the same block as the shooting range that I sometimes go to shoot guns. While in the VIP club I ran into a Russian stripper who was chatting with me while giving me a lap dance. She was telling me she lived in Manhattan probably the first Russian stripper I met who didnít live in Brooklyn. I got the impression she was trying to proposition me to join her in her Manhattan apartment but I thought I have enough strippers all over the place and didnít need to know a new one at the time. She then started complimenting my eyes and saying you have little demon eyes. Ever since the incident with Stacy my eyes had turned a pale green color rather than their usual brown color. I remember I was looking at them in the mirror in the bathroom once when my wife observed me and said I think when you leave here you go to do something infernal. Anyway I quietly accept her little demon compliment and pay for the lap dance and was on my way. The next strip club I visited before seeing Stacy again was Flash Dancers. While I was in Flash Dancers I met a friend of Stacyís Gigi that had been with her at Ricks previously working in the place and asked her why she wasnít at Ricks anymore. She told me she had knocked out a customer in the champagne room who had bitten her in the ass and the guy was even threatening to sue the place so the manager had fired her. She informed me that she had been fired the same night as Stacy but somehow Stacy got herself reinstated. I joked and said I wish I knew how well connected Stacy was. I then took the opportunity to ask Gigi how Stacy worked at Ricks particularly in the champagne room. She laughed and said wellÖ you know her If there is an opportunity to make money and she doesnít have to do much for it donít you think she would be interested. Then she paused and said well thatís all I can tell you. The pregnant pause was judgment enough in itself. I then turned to Gigi and asked if she would like to accompany me to the champagne room herself. As usual I was having the usual fun with Gigi kissing her lips and sucking on her nipples and caressing her body. She told me that her father was a German magazine publisher and that I always had Germans around me I just didnít know it. After my hour with Gigi in the champagne room was over I bid her goodbye and then went home. Sometime after taking Gigi to the champagne room I was finally ready to talk to Stacy after our fight. I called her and wondered what she was doing. She told me she had been wondering about me herself since it had been over a week without any word of me. Me and her then arranged to meet first before I headed out to Ricks again and arranged a meeting at a pub that was on the same street as Ricks called Jack Dempseyís bar. I guess this must be the perfect place to make peace. Just like the tv show Dempsey and Makepeace. About ten days after my last visit to Ricks, me and Stacy finally see each other again at Jack Dempseyís bar and the meeting went well and after eating Stacy proceeded to Ricks while I waited to settle the bill before heading to meet her at Ricks myself. When I got to Ricks again for the first time after my weird episode with Stacy everyone seemed calm and just as friendly as before. Stacy soon showed and joined me where I was. Before we got up to head to the champagne room another stripper Natasha came by to join us and sat talking to Stacy in Russian until it was time for us to head up to the VIP. She then looked at me and wriggled in her seat suggestively and I took it that me and her need to be good friends one of these days. After I got Stacy in the champagne room things progressed the way they used to with me popping at least one day a week like I used to in the past. A new wrinkle I added was bringing my coworker DJ along one night. He and I had just left Flash Dancers and were heading home when he asked if I was still doing anything that night. I said I was going to see Stacy at Ricks. He then enquired if he could come along and I told him to wait while I checked with Stacy to be sure she wouldnít mind seeing me with others. I called Stacy and asked if it was O.K. to bring a friend and she said the more the merrier. Soon me and DJ arrived at Ricks and then a curious thing occurred. As we were seating and watching the happenings in the club I saw Stacy some distance away had spotted us and seem to be in some despair of some kind as she flung her arms in some desperate gesture. I then go to call her as I noticed she was trying to avoid us and she came to say hello to DJ. What I failed to notice was that she had changed from wearing a blue dress when I first saw her to wearing a red dress by the time I got to introduce her to DJ. He seemed equally shocked to see her and I wondered if the two of them had seen each other before. I briefly wondered if she had been one of the strippers that DJ told me attend the sort of parties his Greek magnate son throws in New York. I then took Stacy to the champagne room and leave DJ to find some girl on his own. A few visits after all the commotion me and Stacy caused in the club. I was there one day when Adina wanted to chat with me. She wanted to know what my argument with Stacy was about and if I knew that she spends up to seven hours in the champagne room. I respond I didnít know what someone could be doing in the champagne room for seven hours if not sleeping off their stupor. Anyway after that I started getting lap dances from Adina and our dancing can get quite passionate as she was finally getting me to dance with her after four years. Then one day I sent Adina a e-mail asking if you would like to go out with me. I had her e-mail address since an encounter between me, her and Stacy one day back at Flash Dancers in late 2004. It was a day I had taken a Chinese coworker John Lin with me to Flash Dancers and we were seating at the bar when Stacy came by to ask me for a lap dance. I had been getting lap dances earlier so I only had twenty dollars just enough for one lap dance. So I go get this single lap dance with Stacy and after she got up and left as I was returning to the bar I ran into Adina who blocked my path and said you know what you were asking me once about the money? And I replied yes then she said wellÖ Iím interested now. So I asked how much was it anyway wasnít it fifteen hundred dollars and she said o.k. So, I asked how do I contact you then and she told me her e-mail address. Anyway I finally sent the email after having the email address for about a year and a half later. The next time I was at Ricks Adina was there but not Stacy she saw me and came over and sat on my lap with her arms around my necks and was talking to me about how her mother had seen my e-mail and was wondering if she was dating customers. I wondered how come her mother has her e-mail password but didnít pay too much attention to it. I then thought it was time for us to go to the champagne room to catch-up on old times. We were soon setup in the champagne room and were soon kissing and caressing as much as before. I only asked for half an hour in the champagne room since I didnít have much cash that day but it was the best time I had yet in any champagne room. Even Adina had curled herself into a ball on my lap and was practically purring like a big cat. As we were departing the champagne room after our time was up we ran into two managers Ken and Heather Morelli holding notebooks and scribbling in their notebooks as though jotting down their observations of our appearance as we left the champagne room. Adina looked unruffled while I must have been disheveled with my shirt tails out. There certainly must have been a lot of lovemaking going on between us that night. Adina excused herself to go to the dressing room and I headed down to the main floor to go get another beer and await her. While I was drinking my beer I saw a friend of Stacyís I had seen with her while on a date in the past standing by the entrance to the club waiting to be seated. There was a white guy standing next to her who appeared to be glowing. I didnít like the sight of those two characters so I figured it wasnít prudent to stick around any longer and just waited for them to be seated while finishing my beer and then ever so calmly got up and walked out the door and went home that night. The next time I saw Stacy at the club I asked her about her friend Katrina and asked why she was there that night and she said ohÖ It was one night when I was depressed and crying and my friends came to join me. Then she asked if I had seen the blonde guy and I lied and said I didnít. Things went pretty much the same for a while after I had taken Adina to to champagne room. I must have been there a couple of times with Stacy since my trip with Adina when I went into Ricks at about 11 PM one night. I usually donít go to the strip club this late but this night was an exception. I saw Stacy and also noted that some old geezer customer of hers she calls Tony was around and so I told her to pretend she didnít see me. I found Adina dancing on a small stage at some point and the smallest bill I had was ten dollars so I slipped it under her G-String but she ignored me when she was done on stage and sat down with another customer. There was a girl called Natasha I originally met at Flash Dancers there that night who claimed to be Russian but her look was quite Asian. So I thought this seemed like the day me and her could get together so I took her to the champagne room instead of Stacy or Adina. I had only been kissing Natasha and sucking on her nipples for just a few minutes in the champagne room when there was a weird smell and coupled with the alcohol I had already consumed made me nauseous and I quickly exited the champagne room and went downstairs. Downstairs I ran into Stacy who was making a big fuss of being wronged for some reason and wanted me to buy her a drink. I gave a her a 50 dollar bill and asked her to buy herself something and headed out of the club. I showed up at Ricks the next day to see if I could patch things up with Stacy but she wasnít at the club that night. Who was there however, was the girl I had taken to the champagne room the previous night. She came up to me and said what was it you were telling me last night? And I asked what I didnít say anything. She said yeah you said I wasnít your girlfriend and you were always taking your girlfriend to the champagne room for two hours and always buying dinner. I said I donít remember saying anything like that so you stop joking. She replied thatís what you said. So I told her to stop ruining my day and she responded well you ruined my life and she made a move as though to slap me then walked off. Actually I had a dream that I was with that girl Natasha outside the strip club smoking a cigarette while she wore a motorcycle jacket over her stripper gown. After this Heather Morelli soon came by and said to me you are back two days in a row? I told her to leave me alone none of her business and she stomped off too. After waiting a few minutes and seeing nothing interesting I decided to go home. I first went into the bathroom to take a leak before I headed out. As I was drying my hands one of the female masseuses walks into the mensroom and said we have been looking for you and thought you had somehow left. I leave the mensroom and was about to walk out the exit when someone hit me with a blow from behind. They struck me on the neck and I remember almost falling down on my face but my karate training took over and I made a swivel move and expertly caught the arm that just hit me and yanked the person off balance. I cocked my fist ready to strike my own blow when a girl screamed and I saw it was Heather Morelli who had hit me so I let go of her and then bowed and kissed her on the cheek. This move seemed to have stunned her and her coconspirators that they didnít say or do anything as I walked out of the club that night. The next day I called Stacy and told her I wonít be ever going to Ricks anymore as those people donít know anything about being professional. She somehow convinced me to give another try. When I went in I saw Heather Morelli who came by to joke and said I heard you said I hit you and I said yes and she laughed and said If I hit you it would have been a nightmare and I sneered at her and said only if you were holding a gun or a knife. After that night I remember there was another night I was there with DJ and this time after I went to the champagne room with Stacy DJ must have been in another champagne room. As I was leaving it was almost midnight I remember running into Stacy by the door and she asked if I would like to go to Brooklyn with her and I declined saying it was too late. The following day when I was talking to DJ he told me he had bumped into Stacy by the door as he was leaving and she had asked him too if he could accompany her to Brooklyn and I simply said she asked you too. After this DJ was telling me a far-fetched story about how he got a call from a friend of his and setup a rendezvous at the Paramount Hotel and when the girl arrived she had brought a friend along. He claimed he laid on the bed and one gave him a blowjob then the two of them went in the bathroom where he could hear them both giggling. After some time they came out and one asked which one of them he would like to have sex with and he replied both. They then became violent and broke a glass and threatened him with the broken glass which made him flee the room. I gave just a cursory thought to all this wondering if it might by chance be Stacy and Diana he was talking about but by then I was already in love with Adina and couldnít care less. The next time I saw Stacy she said something I found interesting which was I canít wait for Easter and I wanted to know what was happening at Easter and she replied eat baby pig. I didnít like such a sinister response so I decided it might be a good idea to avoid her until after Easter then. Which was what happened I didnít see her throughout the month of April until after the fourteen which was Easter. What happened instead was that I went to a night club the Thursday before good Friday with DJ and Alex a couple of coworkers. We left the office that day around five oíclock and got to the night club around six. After dancing with a Puerto Rican girl I noticed a couple of girls that were shadowing me around the club. When I went to use the ATM both girls seemed to have sat next to Alex awaiting my return. They seem to be watching my every move in the club. Once I returned from the ATM they told me they were leaving and I was leaving too. I saw one of them as I exited the club and went to say hello. I asked her if she comes to the club often and she said she comes there every Thursday since she is a friend of the promoter. The last thing I remembered was talking to this girl. The next thing I remembered was being at home and lying in bed still in my work clothes the sort of thing that I rarely do. This reminded me of a conversation that I had with a stripper at Flash Dancers sometime earlier. The girl claimed the last time she had been in Glo nightclub she had blacked out and didnít know what she was doing afterward. She said she had gone with a friend from high school she hadnít seen in a long time. I wondered if she had been slipped a date rape drug and she said she didnít think that was what happened. The interesting thing was that the girl used to look just like Stacy when I first saw her in Flash Dancers probably back in 2002 but she had changed quite a bit over the years. I didnít even get to have a lap dance from her until sometime in 2005. She was quite buxom and I wondered why I never took her to the champagne room. I remember the last time I saw her she was telling me that she was quitting stripping and focusing on being a paralegal since she also works part-time as a paralegal. I was hoping my blackout incident when I left Rock Candy on the night before good Friday 2006 might have something to do with this strippers blackout incident from Glo nightclub since I had been to both places.


97. Eva: Taking Evasive Action
I met Eva sometime between the first time I took Stacy to the Champagne room and our next encounter. I remember me and her talking about Stacy during our time in the champagne room and her telling me how Stacy had gotten suspended while she was spending a day at the sister club to Flash Dancers in downtown Manhattan called New York Dolls. Apparently she had asked a customer for a tip prior to agreeing to go in the champagne room and this was against the rules so the manager had suspended her for a month. It seemed Eva was sympathetic to Stacy and had thought that it must have been the girls at Dolls that ganged up on her. Anyway I was doing my usual stuff with Eva when we weren't talking about Stacy and she probably has the dubious distinction of having the largest boobs I have ever sucked on. I saw her several times in the same club after our trip to the champagne room but we never had another lap dance or trip to the champagne room after the first time we got together. To tell the truth, I often wondered why I had taken her to the champagne anytime I saw her after that because she looked rather old and tired and I didn't think she had looked that way the first time I kissed her.


98. Sima: Same But Not Similar
I met Sima the first time while I was chatting with Juliet in Flash Dancers after we just finished a dance and were sitting at a table. Juliet had excused herself to go to the dressing room when Sima who had been sitting some few tables away with another guy came over and sat where Juliet was just sitting. I turned to say something to her but she was taciturn and didn't respond. So we both sat in stony silence until Juliet returned. She must have introduced us then and I must have said something to her but I don't remember. After that there was a day I had spotted Stacy around with Sima also in the club that day but it seemed I hadn't seen Juliet since the last time I had visited. I was initially hoping to take Stacy to the champagne room when I saw some old white dude keep walking excitedly around and when I next saw her he had gotten a manager to intercept her before she got to me and they were going to the champagne room. I then thought this would be a good time to take Sima instead since I hadn't been able to get Juliet to talk much about herself maybe I could find out more about her from Sima. So I got Sima to go get a manager and let us head to the champagne room. When we entered the champagne room Stacy and her old dude were already there and she said to me "Thats my girlfriend you are with" to which I replied well she's mine now at least for the next one hour. I got along well with Sima in the champagne room and I think I got to suck on her nipples but she balked at kissing. I tried questioning her about Juliet and if she knew anything about her but she only knew that she lived in Manhattan beach she said. After our outing to the champagne room I occasionally got lap dances from Sima. I remember once getting a lap dance from her while she told me how she had just been outside of the French Embassy waiting to apply for a visa. At some point she told me that she had a thirteen year old daughter which made me take a dim view of her for still being a stripper under such conditions and I stopped getting lap dances from her. I remember when Stacy had been suspended from Flash Dancers for two months in April of 2005, me and Sima sitting talking about her and how she was crying everyday and I wondered if she should just go back to Russia but Sima thought it was up to her to make a success of herself here but she wouldn't ever let her have her social security card that she was begging her for. For many weeks I had been rejecting Sima's request for lap dances then one day I walked in wearing a t-shirt and Jeans and a pair of sandals that were open in the front. Sima came by to ask for a lap dance and I rejected her as usual only this time instead of simply walking away she decided to have a fit and start cursing at me and kept on saying she was not stupid and she knows what is going on. I tried to ask her what she meant only for her to turn and walk away. I got a waitress to go call her for me only for her to tell her to tell me to fuck off and that she thought I was gay anyway. I then got up and walked up to her behind the bar to explain herself what she meant by me being gay because she was endangering my family. She played dumb and refused to answer. Eventually, I give up and return to my seat. I don't remember seeing her anymore after that day and sometime later I had asked Stacy on one of our dates what she was doing with herself and she responded she had moved to France and married a banker over there.


99. Tina From Flash Dancers: Flat Tina Plate Nipples
It was during Juliette's three month absence from Flash Dancers that I started getting lap dances from Tina. In the first couple of weeks when Juliette was gone I was coming to the strip club at a more frequent schedule than I usually do; every few days instead of every two or three weeks. Tina was the first to notice this and wondered if I was looking for Juliette since she noticed that she was not around too and started taunting me why I didn't have her phone number she would have thought that we were that close. I decided to take her for a few lap dances to shut her up. It was fun to get dances from her at first and I liked her flat dinner plate nipples they were quite unusual and I hadn't seen those before. She was from Slovakia and said she had been in America before and on a previous trip even had a boyfriend who was half black. I soon got to know her roommate, another girl from Slovakia whose name was Leona. Sometime after I started getting lap dances from Tina I took her to the champagne room and this went just as well as I remember with other girls. I can't remember specifics but It just happened once because I was soon distracted by other girls like her roommate Leona who I had also started dancing with and Stacy as well. She seemed particularly irritated once I started getting lap dances with Stacy during Juliettes absence. I remember shortly after Stacy was fired from the club she came up to me one night while I was seated at a table observing the dancer on the stage and asked if I now had time for her now that Stacy was gone. I reply that I still had other girls ahead of her on my list and she reacted quite nastily and punched me in the face. I was rocked and almost sent sprawling out of my chair. The next punch would have done me in for sure if I hadn't thrown a block that even I didn't know where it came from. It looked like the kind of block a kungfu master would have thrown with just a flick of the wrist that immobilized her arm and it fell limply to her side. She then turned around and returned back to champagne room she had just come from. Even the bouncer had come over to make sure I was o.k. and not dead yet. Another time I was sitting at the bar on a tall chair when she came over and tried to straddle me but instead kneed me in the chest and almost sent me toppling over. I averted disaster by just managing to catch the edge of the bar with my finger tips. The most curious event happened during the summer of 2005 when I one day I woke up in a hotel called the union square inn and was lying in bed fully clothed but remembered talking to her while I was in the hotel room. She was telling me about her health problems and how she was having the doctors check her out. I did notice after sometime that her nipples had changed and were no longer of the dinner plate variety but more button shaped. Maybe that was what she was concerned about. However, It didn't make sense for me to be in the hotel since it wasn't the kind I use for escort encounters and I didn't know what to make of it.


100. Leona From Flash Dancers: Learning Head Games
I met Leona also during Juliettes three month absence. I had been seeing her around club before then. She was most notable as the stripper I had seen the only other black man other than myself go into the champagne room with. She and him were waiting one day for the manager to take them to the champagne room and I was sitting drinking while waiting for Juliette when she started doing some gig back and forth in front of me so that I got a good look at both her and her black customer. Once I started getting lap dances from her roommate Tina it didn't take long for me to discover Leona as well. She had a rather dark complexion for a white girl even though she said she was from Slovakia just like Tina. I took her to the champagne room shortly after I had taken Tina first but unlike Tina I kept doing so over the next year and a half and must been in the champagne room with her up to four times between the January of 2005 and the summer of 2006. On the day that Stacy was fired from Flash Dancers I had setup my blackberry to ring every 30 seconds which makes my dick throb under the girl during the lap dance. I intended to show Stacy this trick but she had been caught smoking weed on the premises of the strip club before I got there and had been sent home by the manager. When I got there the first person to meet me and inform me of this new development was Leona. I then took her to go dance and she ended up being the recipient of whatever cool app I had wanted to show Stacy. Another memorable incident occurred with her once when a Brazilian girl had unzipped my pants in the champagne room and kissed the tip of my penis. I told Leona that some girl had given me a blowjob and she wanted to know who it was. I said I was not at liberty to say and the next time I was in the champagne room she too unzipped my pants and kissed the tip of my penis just like the Brazilian girl had done. I didn't describe what the Brazilian girl had done to her so I wondered how she know to do just that much by only kissing the tip and not engulfing the entire length of it. Another time while we were in the champagne room she was telling me how she discovered that her vagina and anus were quite close and how her and her boyfriend had gotten out a tape measure. After I hadnít been seeing her in the strip club anymore was when I saw a couple of women celebrities who resembled her. The first was Lena Heady who was the actress who played Queen Gorgo in the Year 2007 movie 300 Spartans. The other was Leona Harris who had a music video singing to a song titled Keep Bleeding which was a hit back in 2008. These two women bear a striking resemblance to Leona and could almost have passed for her.


101. Monique: Money Quest Double
This was another stripper I took to the champagne room at Flash Dancers. I remember it was just days after Stacy had been suspended for two months by Kim the manager. Actually the first time I saw Monique was a few days after I had just taken Stacy to the champagne room and I hadn't seen her a second time since then. I had mistaken Monique for Stacy while I was seated at the Bar and she was dancing behind the bar. Anyway the trip to the champagne room with Monique was a lot a fun I would think. I remember me and her talking about Stacy since her firing was still the talk of the club at the time and she remarked that she thought that her boyfriends were black from talking to her. She talked about herself too saying her parents were Polish and that when she was young they moved around the country a lot looking for work. She said she works all across the United States herself going to places like Fort Lauderdale, Las Vegas and New York and even London She also hinted that she was available talking about how she just dumped her boyfriend. I didn't see much of her after the one trip we took to the champagne room together until about a year later when I was in the same club and she came up to me and asked about Stacy and me. I replied we still know each other and I see her at another club. She then said that she used to work with Stacy's friend Diana at Spearmint Rhino in Las Vegas. I guess that was where Diana ended up after my sole encounter with her the first night I visited Ricks.
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