Memorable moments

kmt1972 · Dec 2, 2021

Second story. I was in Vegas 10 years ago in a conference. I know the local market is very expensive but I felt I should try out the local cuisine even if it is overpriced. I focused on independents figuring they might be cheaper. I made a few calls and got this independent girl to come to my hotel for a $400 a hour session. $400 an hour is a lot when compared to NY and London but I accepted that this is the market rate here. She called me when she arrived and I went down to the lounge to pick her up. She was fairly attractive with a good body and I would rate her around a 7. Good but not spectacular.

Once we got to my room, aware that $400 is a lot, I explicitly asked what I would get for $400. I said that for this price BBBJ and CIM should be provided. She was shocked by my assertion. She said she has never been asked to do a BBBJ before and that she would not real consider it. She said no way to CIM but will do BBBJ for another $200. I said no way and offered to give her $20 for taxi ride home.

She then dropped her cost to $500 for BBBJ (but no CIM which I guess I accepted was off the table) and I said still said no. She sense that she was about to lose this business and then agreed to $450 with BBBJ on the condition we cut her management out of the equation. I said "wait, I thought you were a independent" and she said "no, I work for an agency." She said she can do the session with BBBJ for $450 if she can call her management and said I never showed and then I pay her on the side. All this talk about BBBJ and CIM got me a real hard on so I agreed to it. It turned out that when she arrived it was her manager that called that said "I am at the lounge." So what the provider did was to call her manager saying I never came down to pick her up. Then "she" (really her manager) called me and said "where are you !! I and still waiting for you at the lounge." I said that "sorry, something last minute came up and I am not even at the hotel anymore." The manager, acting as the provider, cursed a bunch of time and hung up. Then the manager called the provider with me listening right next to her where she told the provider to go home. Now the provider can pocket the entire $450 versus sharing (I assume half?) it with her management. We had a big laugh at how angry her manager was and which was a good transition to a long DFK.

We went on to have a reasonably good session with a lot of DFK and BBBJ. She did say that doing BBBJ was very rare for her and she had not done it for a while given how much she charges for it and most clients do not even ask for it. To get the most fun it I had her do several sessions of BBBJ knelling in front of a mirror for me to view her doing it from several angles. Anyway I got to pop twice with CFS. We chatted a bit. It turns out she used to be a real state agent but lost her job when the NV real estate market collapsed in the 2008 crisis and has been a provider since. She is still hoping to get back into real estate when the market picks up again.

The session overall was good but not great since I did not get CIM. But the experience does show the large market gap between Las Vegas and NY/London. In NY/London BBBJ is standard and the real question is will the provider do CIM (which is usually yes.) It is absurd to charge $500 or $600 an hour just for BBBJ. I am very confused that clients in Las Vegas "does not ask for BBBJ." That does not make sense to me. It was a memorable session due to us scamming her management out of their cut and I got a provider to do a BBBJ when it is very unusual for her to do it. I guess it is a sexual conquest of sorts.

Bricktop · Dec 2, 2021

trader1 said:

Adding some Memorable Excuses to the thread-

Buddy of mine strolls in 5 am ( after a night of drinking and mongering) and passes out on kitchen floor only to be discovered by his wife, wondering why he never made it to bed. Left the house the previous morning in a suit and tie.

He was missing his dress socks and undershirt- Carelessly left at a gals place.

Poorly tried to explain he stepped in a puddle and had to throw away his socks.
The tee shirt— Needed to wipe his ass after taking a crap in the LIRR bathroom - there was no paper left.

Yea- some stuff ya can’t make up.. I laughed for days

He was divorced within 6 months

Alcoholism is a disease.

Monty_monty · Dec 2, 2021

kmt1972 said:

Second story. I was in Vegas 10 years ago in a conference. I know the local market is very expensive but I felt I should try out the local cuisine even if it is overpriced. I focused on independents figuring they might be cheaper. I made a few calls and got this independent girl to come to my hotel for a $400 a hour session. $400 an hour is a lot when compared to NY and London but I accepted that this is the market rate here. She called me when she arrived and I went down to the lounge to pick her up. She was fairly attractive with a good body and I would rate her around a 7. Good but not spectacular.

Once we got to my room, aware that $400 is a lot, I explicitly asked what I would get for $400. I said that for this price BBBJ and CIM should be provided. She was shocked by my assertion. She said she has never been asked to do a BBBJ before and that she would not real consider it. She said no way to CIM but will do BBBJ for another $200. I said no way and offered to give her $20 for taxi ride home.

She then dropped her cost to $500 for BBBJ (but no CIM which I guess I accepted was off the table) and I said still said no. She sense that she was about to lose this business and then agreed to $450 with BBBJ on the condition we cut her management out of the equation. I said "wait, I thought you were a independent" and she said "no, I work for an agency." She said she can do the session with BBBJ for $450 if she can call her management and said I never showed and then I pay her on the side. All this talk about BBBJ and CIM got me a real hard on so I agreed to it. It turned out that when she arrived it was her manager that called that said "I am at the lounge." So what the provider did was to call her manager saying I never came down to pick her up. Then "she" (really her manager) called me and said "where are you !! I and still waiting for you at the lounge." I said that "sorry, something last minute came up and I am not even at the hotel anymore." The manager, acting as the provider, cursed a bunch of time and hung up. Then the manager called the provider with me listening right next to her where she told the provider to go home. Now the provider can pocket the entire $450 versus sharing (I assume half?) it with her management. We had a big laugh at how angry her manager was and which was a good transition to a long DFK.

We went on to have a reasonably good session with a lot of DFK and BBBJ. She did say that doing BBBJ was very rare for her and she had not done it for a while given how much she charges for it and most clients do not even ask for it. To get the most fun it I had her do several sessions of BBBJ knelling in front of a mirror for me to view her doing it from several angles. Anyway I got to pop twice with CFS. We chatted a bit. It turns out she used to be a real state agent but lost her job when the NV real estate market collapsed in the 2008 crisis and has been a provider since. She is still hoping to get back into real estate when the market picks up again.

The session overall was good but not great since I did not get CIM. But the experience does show the large market gap between Las Vegas and NY/London. In NY/London BBBJ is standard and the real question is will the provider do CIM (which is usually yes.) It is absurd to charge $500 or $600 an hour just for BBBJ. I am very confused that clients in Las Vegas "does not ask for BBBJ." That does not make sense to me. It was a memorable session due to us scamming her management out of their cut and I got a provider to do a BBBJ when it is very unusual for her to do it. I guess it is a sexual conquest of sorts.

I'd think that most of the visitors to LV, are not experienced mongers and have no idea what the services/donation options are. They probably go their with the misguided notion that it can only be had in LV.

trader1 · Dec 2, 2021

Monty_monty said:

There is a thread here which discusses LV a little bit…
Anything that can be had in LV can certainly be had in NY- just takes a little research and common sense..

tonyfe · Dec 2, 2021

kmt1972 said:

I have two. Will have two separate posts.

Around 4 years ago I was in London and just started a session at a provider's apartment when my wife called. She wanted to talk about scheduling our meeting for a parent teacher conference. I did not do this on purpose but it gave me a chance at realizing a sexual fantasy of my. I told my wife I was in a restaurant with my team (it was around 5PM in London which made sense) so I can justify any background sounds related to the provider. I then arranged the provider to give me a BBBJ while I spoke to my wife about the schedule. She thought it was pretty much and gladly helped in taking part in this. The call lasted around 5 minutes but I must have had the largest hard on in a long time while I was being sucked of and talking to my wife. The provider was trying to be funny and did her best to get me to cum while I on the phone with my wife to get me in trouble. She made various noises to try get my wife so be suspicious but my wife just wrote whatever she heard off as normal restaurant background noise which was also an emotional high for me. After the call was over the provider and I had such a laugh with each other before going back to making out, BBBJ and then CIM. For my wife it was just another regular call with me that she has perhaps once every business trip I make. For me a memory of a lifetime.

You're presidential material, man!

Bricktop · Dec 2, 2021

Monty_monty said:

Or take a trip to the desert to get fleeced at the ranch

kmt1972 · Dec 3, 2021

tonyfe said:

Some extra details. While the provider was trying to get me to CIM while I was on the phone with my wife in an attempt to get me in trouble I was already feelin half way through that I might end up popping while on the phone with my wife. Just to show how my brain can compartmentalize in a split second I came up with my plan in case that took place: Since I told my wife I was in a restaurant, if I CIM while on the phone with my wife I would say right away that the noise I made was due to the waiter spilling tea on the person next to me and that I need to hang up and call her back in a few minutes. The very act of having to think up this idea while talking to my wife and enjoying the treatment the provider was giving to my cock actually help recede the wave that would have led me to cum within a minute so I avoided popping during the 5 minute call with my wife. To "punish" the provider I do recall I had a massive load for her mouth a few minutes later when I finally did pop in her mouth.

As for the 1998 Clinton scandal. I remember it well. 1998 was the second year I started my hobby and back then BBBJ were very rate. The night when the scandal details broke I was actually at an agency that explicitly advertised the fact that most of their girls did do BBBJ. I recall the provider talking about the details of the scandal while we were making out move toward a BBBJ. I even used the news story to pressure her to do CIM. She said "even the Prez did not get CIM" and I said "he was offered one and turned it down, that is not my problem. You should at least offer it to me." Obviously it was to no avail. I finally got my first CIM in 1999 from a Korean provider. I still remember her name and what she looked like. This Korean provider and the girl I lost my virginity to in college will be in my memory forever as the two girls I will always be thankful for. For me getting a CIM for the first time is a milestone just a big as fucking a girl for the first time.

trader1 · Dec 3, 2021

kmt1972 said:

Some extra details. While the provider was trying to get me to CIM while I was on the phone with my wife in an attempt to get me in trouble I was already feelin half way through that I might end up popping while on the phone with my wife. Just to show how my brain can compartmentalize in a split second I came up with my plan in case that took place: Since I told my wife I was in a restaurant, if I CIM while on the phone with my wife I would say right away that the noise I made was due to the waiter spilling tea on the person next to me and that I need to hang up and call her back in a few minutes. The very act of having to think up this idea while talking to my wife and enjoying the treatment the provider was giving to my cock actually help recede the wave that would have led me to cum within a minute so I avoided popping during the 5 minute call with my wife. To "punish" the provider I do recall I had a massive load for her mouth a few minutes later when I finally did pop in her mouth.

As for the 1998 Clinton scandal. I remember it well. 1998 was the second year I started my hobby and back then BBBJ were very rate. The night when the scandal details broke I was actually at an agency that explicitly advertised the fact that most of their girls did do BBBJ. I recall the provider talking about the details of the scandal while we were making out move toward a BBBJ. I even used the news story to pressure her to do CIM. She said "even the Prez did not get CIM" and I said "he was offered one and turned it down, that is not my problem. You should at least offer it to me." Obviously it was to no avail. I finally got my first CIM in 1999 from a Korean provider. I still remember her name and what she looked like. This Korean provider and the girl I lost my virginity to in college will be in my memory forever as the two girls I will always be thankful for. For me getting a CIM for the first time is a milestone just a big as fucking a girl for the first time.

This is funny
But why did you answer your phone while your cock was in her throat?
OR
Did you call your wife purposely when she started blowing you? ( that!!, would be very sick)

kmt1972 · Dec 3, 2021

trader1 said:

What took place was the session was about to start in the London provider apartment. I was about to shut off my phone when my wife called and I by mistake answered the call. Thinking quick on feet I realized this was a chance to realize a sexual fantasy of my I told my wife that I was at a restaurant with my team but I can talk for a 5 minutes or so. I put my wife on hold for 30 seconds and convinced the provider to do a BBBJ which she was about to begin one anyway while I speak to my wife. The provider is a fun-loving type and quickly agreed to cooperate. As I mentioned before she took it one step further and worked hard to get me to CIM while I am on the call just to get me in trouble. She also made all sorts of noises to get my wife suspicious but did not cross the line in any way. The BBBJ I got during that 5 minutes was out of this world. The adrenalin rush of fear, risk, and pleasure tall taking at the same time. Just incredible.

I think a couple of times in the past I did consider calling my wife in the middle of the session to get something like think going but never had the courage. This time it took place by mistake and I took advantage of it. Good thing the provider was a good sport to help me.

Bricktop · Dec 3, 2021

kmt1972 said:

What took place was the session was about to start in the London provider apartment. I was about to shut off my phone when my wife called and I by mistake answered the call. Thinking quick on feet I realized this was a chance to realize a sexual fantasy of my I told my wife that I was at a restaurant with my team but I can talk for a 5 minutes or so. I put my wife on hold for 30 seconds and convinced the provider to do a BBBJ which she was about to begin one anyway while I speak to my wife. The provider is a fun-loving type and quickly agreed to cooperate. As I mentioned before she took it one step further and worked hard to get me to CIM while I am on the call just to get me in trouble. She also made all sorts of noises to get my wife suspicious but did not cross the line in any way. The BBBJ I got during that 5 minutes was out of this world. The adrenalin rush of fear, risk, and pleasure tall taking at the same time. Just incredible.

I think a couple of times in the past I did consider calling my wife in the middle of the session to get something like think going but never had the courage. This time it took place by mistake and I took advantage of it. Good thing the provider was a good sport to help me.

Was this your first time seeing her

kmt1972 · Dec 3, 2021

Bricktop said:

Yes. I think I get your point about the risk of not knowing the provider well and I did not consider that. We already undressed and were in the middle of making out when I stopped to turn off my phone which is when my wife called and I accidentally picked up. But by that point I can already tell she is the fun-loving and eager to please type. I also considered the fact that she worked for an agency and while any problems like this they can always say I brought upon myself I would expect the provider to just say no to my request if she does not want to help and that she will act appropriately and professionally if she says yes or else she will have her management to answer to. As a result I saw no reason why I could not ask which she said yes to. She did then in a fun and mischievous way try to "get me in trouble" by getting me to cum while I was on the phone and making some somewhat sexualized noises but I thought it was reasonable and within bounds.

Monty_monty · Dec 3, 2021

trader1 said:

True, my thoughts though are for the non-monger crowd who may not be familiar with the ways of mongering in their local area. I would assume many were like me, and popular tv and news programs about prostitution (including the HBO Real Sex style programs) that indicated you'd have to be excessively rich to afford an escort, or guaranteed to be arrested meeting a hooker on the streets.

I know my experience to the mongering way, only started in 2016 when the wife suddenly became a reborn virgin and spousal relations only subsist as we share a bed to sleep in.

I spent about 2-3 months researching and trying to figure out what the bbbj/cip/GFE/PSE etc acronyms meant and reading the laws to figure out how not to get caught by law enforcement, stings and how to hide my activities from the family and co-workers (incognito, google voice, fake social media accounts, etc).

Prior to this I apparently got sex enough that having to look for pay to play type of relationships weren't necessary. And then add in my own younger days bias of why pay (what I was led to believe from pop-movies and Hollywood and Politicians caught with very $$ pricey escorts) when it would only cost me 2-3 rounds at most in bar and short stay no-tel room, or more often just hooking up with my co-workers (for free) in a car or at one of our apartments.

steveoo1970 · Dec 5, 2021

My first time going to a peep show when I was 18 was a weird and memorable moment.

It was strange how I ended up there. I was a senior in HS. I Had long hair, played guitar in a band. I had a cute Girlfriend one school district away. I Worshipped Bands like Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Metallica, Jimi Hendrix… I was a burn out. I was In a program for rebellious teens. So that Christmas , the program was doing a secret Santa Between the students. And there was this one ugly kid named Henry. He was in love with this Spanish chick named Selina. So he begged who was running the program to be her secret santa. Henry was as ugly AF, And she looked like a young Paula Abdul. You knew this wasn’t ending well.

So the day comes to exchange gifts, and Henry buys this chick a 4 ft tall Teddy Bear, Chocolates and 2 tickets to see Phil Collins. The chicks jaws drops to the floor in disgust when she found out Henry bought all this for her. She Told him she was busy and couldn’t go to the concert. Henry didn’t even get a chance to tell her the date of the show. I felt bad for Henry , I was sorta friends with him. He at least had good taste in music and chicks (even though he couldn’t pick one up even if his life depended on it). So we walked out of the high school and we saw the 4 ft teddy bear blowing across the front of the HS. So he says to me, “Wanna go see Phil Collins with me?”. And I said sure , we’ll have a good time.

So we took the LIRR to Penn Station like really early. And I was like WTF… The show isn’t starting until 7:15, why we going at 2:30? He said “you’ll see”. So he makes a b line straight to a peep shows on 8th Ave. Henry gets like 5 dollars in tokens. I got 2 tokens. I wasn’t to sure about the whole thing. So I go in the booth and throw a token in. And this big titty black as night Wesley snipes black milf walks up to me being like “Hey Sweetie, wanna rub my push for a dollar?” And I immediately replied “how about I just give you a dollar.” So she talked for 20-30 seconds, she was kinda funny. And then the window closed. I walked out and this little Spanish guy starts walking over with a bucket of water and a mop. I laughed and said there was no need.

But then there was Henry. He was an animal. I could hear him the the door. “Stick that dildo in there. Let me suck them titties!! I wanna shoot my jizz on your face!!” I laughed my ass off. I yelled down to the Spanish guy with the mop and bucket “booth 10 is gonna need a good wash down.”

And then we both laughed…….

I had that extra token for years. I lost it some where throughout my travels over the years . And to this day, I tell everyone that Phil Collins show was the best concert I ever attended…..

trader1 · Dec 5, 2021

steveoo1970 said:

My first time going to a peep show when I was 18 was a weird and memorable moment.

It was strange how I ended up there. I was a senior in HS. I Had long hair, played guitar in a band. I had a cute Girlfriend one school district away. I Worshipped Bands like Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Metallica, Jimi Hendrix… I was a burn out. I was In a program for rebellious teens. So that Christmas , the program was doing a secret Santa Between the students. And there was this one ugly kid named Henry. He was in love with this Spanish chick named Selina. So he begged who was running the program to be her secret santa. Henry was as ugly AF, And she looked like a young Paula Abdul. You knew this wasn’t ending well.

So the day comes to exchange gifts, and Henry buys this chick a 4 ft tall Teddy Bear, Chocolates and 2 tickets to see Phil Collins. The chicks jaws drops to the floor in disgust when she found out Henry bought all this for her. She Told him she was busy and couldn’t go to the concert. Henry didn’t even get a chance to tell her the date of the show. I felt bad for Henry , I was sorta friends with him. He at least had good taste in music and chicks (even though he couldn’t pick one up even if his life depended on it). So we walked out of the high school and we saw the 4 ft teddy bear blowing across the front of the HS. So he says to me, “Wanna go see Phil Collins with me?”. And I said sure , we’ll have a good time.

So we took the LIRR to Penn Station like really early. And I was like WTF… The show isn’t starting until 7:15, why we going at 2:30? He said “you’ll see”. So he makes a b line straight to a peep shows on 8th Ave. Henry gets like 5 dollars in tokens. I got 2 tokens. I wasn’t to sure about the whole thing. So I go in the booth and throw a token in. And this big titty black as night Wesley snipes black milf walks up to me being like “Hey Sweetie, wanna rub my push for a dollar?” And I immediately replied “how about I just give you a dollar.” So she talked for 20-30 seconds, she was kinda funny. And then the window closed. I walked out and this little Spanish guy starts walking over with a bucket of water and a mop. I laughed and said there was no need.

But then there was Henry. He was an animal. I could hear him the the door. “Stick that dildo in there. Let me suck them titties!! I wanna shoot my jizz on your face!!” I laughed my ass off. I yelled down to the Spanish guy with the mop and bucket “booth 10 is gonna need a good wash down.”

And then we both laughed…….

I had that extra token for years. I lost it some where throughout my travels over the years . And to this day, I tell everyone that Phil Collins show was the best concert I ever attended…..

Great story—
What became of Henry?
Perhaps he is a fellow UG’er

steveoo1970 · Dec 5, 2021

trader1 said:

He was a weird guy. He was born without thumbs. So doctors surgically removed toes on his feet and implanted them onto his hands as thumbs. He told me this himself. They didn’t look right. And they didn’t move very well. I used to bust his balls all the time because he used to try to play drums and constantly drop the sticks . And he was a fucking horrible pool player. I used to say “you play like you’re all thumbs” laughing.

He somehow tracked me down and found me on FB last year. He looks the same. Don’t know what he does. I only use FB to promote my bands and to find deals on FB marketplace.

GiterDone2 · Dec 14, 2021

billyS said:

Brings back memories of the Fickle Filly! I'm sure its been discussed here, and maybe better off with this comment in the Memorable Experiences section, but I dont know how to reply to a thread in another. (@billyS, maybe a little help here, sorry)

Its a great time of year to remember their Christmas Party, for any of you who have ever been! The shittiest of shitty dive bar strip clubs who once a year put on one of the greatest XMas parties anywhere. It was a Who's Who of Deplorables! From a topless 80 year old bartender (who sometimes even flashed the kitty), to raunchy disgusting strippers pulling 2 yards of socks tied together out of their pussy like deranged magicians, to Fox News playing on the only TV and Christmas music in the background; it was truly magical and signaled the arrival of Christmas! It was like the Thanksgiving Day parade for me and a group of friends who would never miss it!!

billyS · Dec 14, 2021

GiterDone2 said:

I moved the post to here.
You should have been able to post it here.

There is a thread here on the Phickle Philly.

https://utopiaguide.pl/forums/index.php?threads/fickle-philly-elmont-ny-review.28104/

Fun place! Paula was one of my all-time favorite strippers. Too bad she was past her time and had chylmidia by the time she finally started offering outcall

trader1 · Jan 14, 2022

This memory comes to mind after reading todays thread Threatening Messages…

The height of the summer, I was a horned up teen sitting on the porch of Mary, a neighborhood girl, who soaking wet naked was all of 80-90 lbs 5’ ish..
It’s 100 degrees and humid- She is wearing these tight “spandex “ shorts…

She jumps on my lap while I’m sitting in a rocking chair and I start finger fucking her— Rocking, jabbing my digit into her tiny tiny place— She is super wet and starts moaning and cumming—-

Next thing I know, her pops, who does not speak a word of English, comes running out of the house with a butcher knife, yelling in Italian… I don’t know what he was saying, but obviously I did not stick around to ask….

Ah.. such memories

rickoshay53 · Jan 14, 2022

When the Tender Trap was still open, they lap dances used to occur on the high stools on the right wall. The bouncers used to keep an eye out to make sure no finger penetration was occurring, but otherwise as long as your hands were visible it was OK.
One of the Russian MILFs, can't remember her name but she had a pair of lips tatooed on one of her butt cheeks, used to come over and hang out.
I used to hide a small pocket vibrator in my pants pocket. I would position it on top of my leg and she would sit astride my leg. By squeezing her ass I could really get her going and she would orgasm and collapse on me. We got some strange looks but nobody figured out what was going on. It was our little secret.
She always used to tell me she wanted to me to fuck her but I didn't have a place to meet and she came in a van from Brooklyn . I wish I had been able to close that deal.

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