Not sure weather to laugh or applaud....

Surgical masks

In Japan, when people get sick they wear a mask that looks similar to the ones you see them wear in hospital before they perform surgery. It looks like this...Or this....

Sometimes all fashionable like this....
So many girls tell me they are sick so they can't meet up with me and I imagine something like the pictures above where the poor girl has a cold, is sneezing profusely and is unable to leave her house to meet me. I feel sympathy for them and wish them to get better soon because I know what it is like to be sick and want to go on a date with a really cool foreign stranger, but think better of it from fear it will ruin the beautiful impression I hope to give. I know what that is like, sweet child, don't think I'm fooling cause I've been there too...

like....once...

Last week I really had my head spin when I was taking a cute nurse back to the station after we had been in my apartment making out a ton and having sex for the first time. She pulled out a surgical mask and placed it over her face.

"What are you doing?"
"I'm sick. I need to wear a mask. I hope I didn't pass it on to you."
"You weren't wearing a mask when you showed up..."
"I didn't want you to know. I really wanted to see you tonight."

Now, its Thursday night, and waddaya know? I'M MOTHER FUGGING SICK BITCH!!

Goddamn! I've had plenty of girls lie to me about being sick when they clearly weren't, but this is a historical first in the pages of Ransom's weird love diary: a chick lies about not being sick when she is....

Chicks...

I don't get it and I'm not going to even try.

Weird weekend of sex

Student- I approach a smoking hot girl, smoking a cigarette outside the convenience store. Tanned skin, huge lashes, revealing skirt and insanely white teeth. I gesture for her to take out her earphones. She asks me in clear English, "Are you drunk?" no, I'm just chill. We talk, she likes English, wants to learn. I'll teach her. Sweet. We arrange a time and meet. Do a lesson. I get the money. This happens again. I get the money. Yeah! Next time I'll do the lesson at my place and get jiggy. She ignores me and my mails after this second time. Sux.

Kushikatsu- I was chilling in a small kushikatsu shop near my place. Sitting at the counter talking to the staff and one other female patron who was tall and hot, a baby face with more than adult cleavage. Yes, I want to bone her and something gives me the vibe that others would and do pay money for the act. But its not likely that I'm going to be able to pick her up in front of the other guys in the place. She is engaging me a lot and saying that she wants to learn English. Whatevs. I'll teach her privately for a price. She says sure, she used to have a teacher doing the same. I get her number, contact her, we arrange a time and date, she cancels. This happens several times. Sux.

Picked up two chicks with one of my homeboys. One girl is tall and HOT. I'm nervous and fumble my words but get past it. We bounce to Karaoke and I make out with my tall chick, him with his. She flakes on our date and no longer replies. Similar story reoccurs a few times with a few different girls.

Dental hygenist- A girl looks at me smiling and stunned as I'm walking through the department store. Cute face, short enough to be a popular, but not tall enough for me to get excited. We talk and my friend talks to her friend until I get the number and arrange to meet the girl again. She flakes. I try again several times and call her on the phone, she is with her friends having nabe. She very quickly passes me off to one of her friends who says we should meet up and go drinking...? WTF? I try to get the initial chick out, she confirms and again flakes. Sux.

I pick up a girl at spaworld. Separate her from her friends and talk with her a lot. She is really keen and sexy. She is happy to touch me openly as if we were a couple, and me her. She is holding my arm as I lead her around the place. Bikini hot chick. Yes! I end up getting her number and we arrange a date over text. She flakes 2 hours before the meetup. Sux. I try to get her out again. Still trying.

I'm doing nampa in the department store, with some friends. A hot girl sees me, grabs her friend, points to me and says 'cool guy'. I have to approach but I'm so scared cause their fashion is sexy and they are hot. But I have to approach because...I don't know, they looked at me and I'm doing nampa, right? But I'm so scared. I'm stammering and my feet are too heavy to lift in order to project my body forward even slightly. Their appearance is like glass; cold, clear, yet fragile in some way... but kinda like tinted glass cause they are all tan. I don't know if this makes any sense to anyone aside from me...
I approach, fumble my words. The girl looks at me with a pained and panicked expression. She looks at me directly with her colored contacts. I can't get my shit together. This sux. My friend comes in and gets the vibe going. Shit son. Big kudos there. We get their numbers under much hesitation. I end up on a date with my girl. She is awesome hot, but at the same time down to earth and real. I think she is a sweetie. I want to get to know her, in raw physical way. Then get to know her in a raw emotional way. That would be cool. And raw! I feel comfortable and free. I'm expressing myself a lot and she is too. Great fun for all. We end up in Karaoke and she is not taking to my advances too well. In fact, I would say that she is getting angry, pissed off, and any arousal she had has been destroyed. We end up leaving. She flakes on our future planned date, and no longer replies to any mails I write. Sux.

One of the girls I have been seeing almost once every month or two for a while now flakes our planned date. Now I notice on her mixi, which we are connected by, dinner was made for her by her 相手. The comments from her coworkers all say they want that kind of aite. Sux. She had a hard tanned gyaru body and her sexual skill was premium. Goodbye Cecil. It was great being with you. All the best with the new guy.

Hot and tall Korean girl with huge tits I nampa'd in Loft went on a date once, flaked on me for the second and never returns my messages. Spewin son.

Makeup artist I dated a couple of times but could get no where with flakes on me. Sux.

I meet some chicks with Some friends at spaworld. My chick seems keen for a double date with whoever, which ends up being my friend and her friend. She flakes. I go to the hub instead where a solid milker opens me and speaks in her American accent about her LA experiences. The friend I'm with is having none of her friend who looks like a dumptruck. I feel desperate. The LA milker gives me her card. Says bye. I mail another chick who I picked up in the street one night. She's a nailist who works in the kyaba club for side cash. She's been over to my place but when I started to touch her leg she got pissed off, hit me, then left. That was a while ago. Time has passed since then. Things have cooled off and feelings changed. I get a reply from her. She wants to meet at my place at 10 pm. Yes! She says, "Teach me English please." I say that is cool. I also want her to give me a massage. Cool, right? No reply. She flakes 5 minutes before 10pm claiming that she has to work....(at 10pm on a Sunday evening.. doing nails...).

The LA milker flakes on me for the following week sighting that she has to do (insert whatever). I end up with a buddy in the same Hub I met her the day we planned to meet up. I'm looking into my beer glass feeling low, complaining, cranky and just so totally over the rain and cold that is outside.

"Man this sux. Chicks suck. Even milkers suck. I can't believe the shitness of my game. I'd rather stay home and play playstation and watch porn. Winter is bullshit. Fuck winter. And fuck girls. They are gay. Its too dark and cold and no one wants to leave their house to meet me. I suck. This game is crud. I prefer having a girlfriend."

The LA milker walks into the bar, sees me, laughs, and walks over to another table where she is with some older chick.

I inform my buddy who has his back to her and didn't see it.
"Fuck you suck man. Your game really sux. I can't believe how you can't even get that ugly milker who approached you. HAHAHAH!! I was gonna say if you get that girl, you deserve no credit for that whatsoever since she did all the work approaching you and making the conversation, but damn..."

Its true. I can laugh at this fact.

"I never claim anything. Apart from bitches being bitches. Ugh. Bitches. I need mojo to get my game back. I need some type of pill with mojo accelerator in it. A catalyst for mojo production so mojo drips from my skin and I can get chicks to not fucking flake. Flakers. Honestly, I envy all the people out there that think Japanese girls are easy. All the people that think that Japanese girls are sluts who love foreigners. I wish I had their optimism."

The LA milker mails later saying "Hey, I wanted to talk to you but... sorry...hahaha. Lets meet up again sometime."

OOOOOKKKKKAAAAAYYYY!!!!

not.

Somewhere between this barrage of flaky dates I manage to pull a couple of one night stands but overall it feels like I have leprosy and my virginity is growing back. This is causing me some serious stress.


There is no justice! I want to fight and break shit.

Then last week something weird happened.

A chick I met in a department store finally replies to my facebook friend request. At the time I tried to get her number but she was like, "I don't want your number, get me on facebook."
She replied and asked me when I could meet and I told her in the afternoon on a Wednesday for lunch. Thinking that she would flake, at least I wouldn't waste a night on it. She showed up. Long wavy hair, half bleached, extensive eye makeup. High heels, black skinny fit jeans and a silver studded black belt. Leather jacket. She looked sexy rock. I liked it. We get lunch, talk about rock music. She is a singer in a rock band. Sexy singer playing rock music.

Boner.

My tactic; have a nice friendly lunch, leave on a high note, don't make any moves since the last bunch of chicks I made moves on flaked. Plan is working well. She is sexy as hell. The conversation is great and I notice we have so much in common that we want to hang out more.

"Since we both like music, and you are a singer, why don't we go to Karaoke?"
Karaoke we go. My no touching plan is working well.......until I start making out with her and fingering her in the Karaoke booth. Damn. She's gonna think I'm a sleaze or think that I think she's a slut. But she is so into it I can't help it. Damn her sexiness. After adding time to the session and making out much more I have to leave to go to work.

Friday night.

Desperado. Yeah, I'm desperate. Cold, meek and desolate. All that sexual excitement with the hot rocker on Wednesday left me high and dry. Dry as a bone, friend. Dry as a mother. fucking. bone... Not a drop of liquid in sight. The darkness of this winter and my sex life could be compared to a desert without water. I grab at cactus* without thinking, in search of hydration only to be stabbed for my efforts. The pain irritates me and causes me to lash out more savagely and unfocussed. Fuck you evil cactus! Spiteful I remain.

The milker is my cactus. The girl who appears to be helpful but is more hurtful: a drain on my emotions and economy. The girl who has determined preference for Foreigners. The girl who wants to be around them to soak up as much language and culture as they can for momentary escape from the harsh realities of their own culture. The harshness being that they are not particularly valued by Japanese society. Their frumpy fashion and taste for high calorie meals leaves them with much to be desired for by the standard Japanese man. Although clearly cactus it may seem, and Friday night it may be, I end up with one in my apartment sitting on my couch like mushroom. Silent, boring, in no way trying to interact with me whilst exhibiting a strange expression on her like the face of a lost child. A lost child that ate a lot of after dinner snacks. And ice cream. Probably a chocolate milkshake too. Full cream milk. And she can't even speak English that well! What sort of milker is this where I am speaking Japanese? A wannabe milker, that's what.

There are many reasons I can tell you why this situation is not ideal. Sure, a 'cute' girl is on my couch in my apartment, probably willing, however, looking at the broader picture and only a day into the future all this pent up sexual aggression would be all but dissipated. Yet at this very time I am not privy to what the future holds. To cut to the chase, and to be simple, a man with any shred of dignity doesn't act out of desperation to fulfill every random urge. I know this, yet I lack this self control.

The mushroom cactus milker thing ends up on my futon, with her tits in my face and my cock inside her pussy.

*Did you know?- The plural of cactus is cacti!
So what is the singular of peni?

Saturday night.

Having received a random facebook message the day before from a hair salon receptionist, plans were made to meet up on Saturday evening for 'drinks and games'. We went to a Japanese style bar, ate dinner, drank, talked, with her being very shy and me holding up most of the conversation. Kinda dull chick really. We end up back at her place, drinking grape chuhi and playing mario bros. on nintendo wii. Its fun. My hand ends up on her legs. She pushes me away. Gets angry. Tells me to stop. I stop....

Until I start again! HA! She is pushing me away, but holding onto my arms. Asks what I am doing and why am I doing it. Because it feels right. It feels so very right. I kiss her ear. She lets out a scream. Pushes me away. But holds onto my arms. It continues like this until she is taking off her top and me mine. I notice some bruises on her waist. The same size as fingers... domestic violence? The signs of an aggressive lover? We fuck hard on her pink bed that is laid with pink pillows until we pass out, only to be woken by her elbowing me in my goddamn head because I'm snoring. WTF? Elbow me in the goddamn head? I prepare to leave but notice I have a powerful boner that needs attending to. We fuck again and I eventually leave at 5am into the cold.

Sunday.

I meet the rocker again. Her face is soft, happy and innocent. Not that rock really. Faux rock. Like, trying to be dirty and badass, but on the inside isn't at all. Kinda like David Beckham with his sleeve tattoos. Chicks dig that fool.. and I dig this chick! I forgive her lack of conviction and soul for with that she lacks the thing I hate about that type of girl anyway: self righteous cynicism. Good. We meet and hug. Our plans are simple, she doesn't mind whatever we do as long as its with me it will be fun. Nice.

Fun at my place it is. We go back. Get through the door. Start making out. A lot. For a real long time. We get down to our underwear. God damn this girl is ridiculously hot. I'm thinking it is time. She grabs me. "No.... I haven't.....I...I..I.."
"You what now?......huh? You're a virgin?"
She looks at me dead in the eyes. A look that says bingo. Wow.
"You are shocked, right?"
"Yeah...umm...like.. wow. Just.. yeah. I guess I am. But its cool. You know. Totally... just chill. If thats the case.."

I'm thinking of many things at this moment. The main thought being how much I want to take a sexy semi naked hot as fuck girl's pure round breast in one hand, her firm smooth ass in the other, while I slowly but surely take her virginity....

She doesn't want to have it. I'd rather not push it.

Instead I have her pull it....

My junk that is! She pulls me off. Hand job. Or H.J. if you want to save time saying it. Huh? It doesn't save that much time anyway...does sound kinda cool though. Or not. Whatever...

We spend the entire time from lunch to late evening making out in our underwear, and fooling around, stopping only to play guitar and cook dinner. She is such a honey. And such a great way to spend a lazy cold Sunday.

Rock girl, I like your face, your body, your personality and I think we have so much in common. Your virginity isn't an issue to me, though I kinda do wish you had more experience as to know better what guys are really like. We are a bit rude, lazy and sometimes we get pissed off, but overall we can be pretty decent people to hang with. If you don't flake out on me like every other xenophobe in this country that is using me for their short-time, one-time-only foreign guy experience, I'd really like to be your BF. Then BFF. That would be cool. We'll share and talk about everything (excluding my sexual past). And while I'm dreaming, do you think you could pop into the kitchen and make me a grilled ham and cheese sandwich? Cheers babe. Oh, there's a beer in the fridge, while your at it can you grab me that too?

Monday night.

I need to clean this apartment. I have a date later this evening, if she doesn't flake....

She doesn't flake...

She shows up wearing high black boots up to her knees. Stockings and skirt of matching color. A black jacket that covers a tight fitting grey top where her moderate cleavage is pushing out from. On top of which, some silver Gothic neck adorning. White skin and black straight hair. We get drinking and eating at a restaurant. She really likes metal music. I'm happy to hear this as I do also. She also likes plumb wine. What do you know? I have a bottle of plum wine and a bunch of Korn albums at my place that is not too far from here. Lets get trashed drinking wine while listening to metal.

And we do it. Then start making out. But she has to go, its the last train. I hold her hostage in my prison of arms, legs and super wrestling holds I learned from watching UFC. She cannot break free. And she misses her train. Hahaha. She resigns to stay at my place. Fake resignation though. More glee than contempt.

This weekend is almost coming to an end. It has been long. I haven't been sleeping well and drinking far too much. My skin has been touched, rubbed and grabbed. Hair has been pulled and tangled. Lips have been kissed, bitten and plenty of sweat has been perspired. The chick with a strong interest in metal music is quiet, shy, reserved, and wants to take a shower before anything else happens. I am down with that. I derobe her black and red Gothic underwear to reveal large firm breasts. Yes! We get soapy in the shower and then sweaty in bed later. Fucking hard to hard rock.

Rock on.

Strip club

"Where are we? I think we are lost.."
"No the map says that if we continue past the ward office there will be a high school. Its just next to that."
"Continue past the local government office and the strip club is next to a high school? That is so Japan. Convenience and easy access."

Laughter erupts.

We were heading to a strip club that allowed foreigners to enter because one of our friends was on his way out of the country. The perfect way to say goodbye to a man is to take him to a place where women get undressed for money. No joke.

But as I stand there in the freezing cold night, I notice I am shivering much more than the others. Perhaps this cold and flu that I thought I was over was not quite done with me. I think a fever is starting to come out. The other guys are enjoying themselves wandering lost in the backstreets of a run down, has been, down town, beat up, 'hood' of sorts. Drinking beer cans in the backstreets and otherwise utterly ambivalent to the freezing cold wind that is cutting through my feeble and fluridden body, the guys speak loudly and laugh a lot.

I look at them in admiration knowing how much I would love to be getting tanked on my way in to my first ever visit to a Japanese strip club. What will happen behind those doors? I wonder.... I know that Japan gets freaky stylely when the doors are closed. Haha... hidden sleaze...

I look at my shaky hands
Pop another vicks menthol drop
breathe in and shudder from the cold
Feel my head pounding
struggle to walk straight
Cough, splutter, choke on my phlegm

I am snot.

Gross.

I notice the faded and blinking neons that say this is the place and as we open the decrepit doors a decrepit door man arrives to ask us whats going on.

"We wanna see naked chicks!" is the general unspoken consensus and after the rules are explained we head in for some 'sleazy-time'.

One long runway, a few patrons sitting singularly about the place. Silent, sleepy and keeping to themselves.

Us = loud, rowdy, excited and obnoxious.

The staff tell us to shut the fuck up........almost every 5 minutes, but its too late for those guys. They have already decided that they are bringing the party and making it happen.

NOW, here is when things get very Japanese.

The curtains open and a somewhat tall Japanese girl takes to the stage wearing..

A wedding dress???

OK...? She makes her way back and forth around the stage walking like bride on her way to the altar. Holding flowers. WTF? We are all doing WTF faces and commenting on the bizarre music that doesn't suit the situation, mood, or any of our expectations for a strip club. Apart from that, the only skin we can see is her face. This is taking too long, is weird, she ain't that cute anyway, and what the hell is she doing there now? Sitting on the stage? What is with the..... wait..... She's taking it off.... whoooaa....

HELL YEAH!!!!!!

We start giving her a round of applause because her body is off the hook!

The staff run over again an tell us to keep it down. Ha!

At the end of her dance we put some cash on the stage so she would come over to us to say hello and show us her pussy. I thought it was hilarious. Another Japanese guy looked like he had just seen the second coming of Christ and was in utter amazement. I kid you not, his expression was priceless and if I had it on camera I assure you it would be posted.

I watched some more girls but ended up leaving early cause I was too sick. But it was a fun time other than that.

Yay strippers!

ITS NOT OVER!

Until the fat lady sings!

Or until I say its over.

Whichever comes first.

I have good feelings about this year. Things are going to be different in a good way. More opportunities and more positive experiences.

I met with the Sugar Mama for the first time in a long while. She brought with her a few bags of pressents. One with high class plumb wine, another with expensive cakes and desserts and another that looked like this-


Brand name goods?





A small box. What could be inside?



Underwear. Lolz.

You know I love the high class Armarni underwear. Score! HAHA

I'm not sure if I'm serious or sarcastic here.

"I don't know what to say. Thanks for the underwear Suga Mama." And like a good toy boy I gave her the ero she was looking for.

The Suga Mama is quite different to most. She is very comfortable with showing her greed and almost every word she says has the undertone of seeking some type of manipulative reaction only a few chess moves ahead. I can see it all too soon. When she is not doing that, she is just openly insulting. Its like there is no fiber of genuine honesty or heartfelt warmth resonating from her. It makes me sick.

I wonder what made her this way. Being rich and good looking, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and the attention of men chasing her around? Or just inherently bad like she was born this way with no choice but to be evil.

I'm once again reminded of why I don't contact her so often.

But whatever, I got cool underwear and a fridge full of cakes, pudding and tiramisu with wild hot sex.
Booya!

Is this blog over?

It might be over. I'm not sure. I haven't felt like posting about much recently. Sure, there are things worth writing about, but I just haven't felt like sitting down and writing so much. Work has blocked me from accessing this site during my (unpaid) free time, so that is one thing. Another thing is that I'm not much of a writer and I was only doing this as a creative outlet and that outlet is now being consumed by my guitar and my band. Ive been writing a lot of music instead.

Then apart from that something else big happened that made me not really want to write much.

So basically, writing is not at the top of my list right now. It might be again soon, but I'm not sure.

Peace out for now

Ransom

Touchdown + tagteam

Arrive in Philippines Manila airport- 12:30am.
Check through customs, get baggage, take taxi, arrive in hotel 1:15am.
As we check in to the hotel I remember that I planned to share a room with my drummer. "Do you still want to do that? We could get separate rooms just in case we meet some chicks and hook up?" I ask.
"No. We have to go with it now. Whatever happens, happens."

Whatever happens, happened indeed...

We drop off our bags, and hit the bar 1:45am in the morning.

"Its late, so all the good girls will have gone home. That leaves us all the bad girls." I comment, thinking about the possible opportunities for picking up.
"There are no 'good' girls where we are going." 'Beach boy' replies. He had been to the Philippines more than 15 times and was very familiar with the place. He got us all Jager bombs to get the night started, a drink that we would be downing one after another all night.

We had walked through a beaten and rundown metro Manila to get to the bar. Street kids hassling us for cash and vendors yelling to sell their wares even in the late late evening. The streets were so cracked up and broken and the buildings were so dirty and broken it was hard to realize that this was the CBD and not just a ghetto.

In the bar, to my left a ton of half whorish half haggard looking girls. To my right, more of the same. We were soon to be surrounded. Beach boy was in his element, the other 3 of us were a little taken back. These girls didn't have it stated clearly, but they were all more than likely hookers. Well, we could say hookers, but they were hookers with a choice. Normal girls that would be easy to hook up with, but wanted a little money for their time, if I could read the situation right.

Eventually I noticed a hot girl. The drummer from my band who was joining us on this trip came up and said, "That girl is hot."
'Damn you!' I secretly thought to myself, knowing that since he had been the first to say it, it was more or less his target of attention and I should respect that and keep my distance. But I was happy that he had good taste and I'm always happy to see my bros hook up so I grabbed the girl and had her join our party. And party it was becoming. We had a mini keg of beer on our table and a group of girls were clustering us while one of our crew was dancing on stage with a girl imitating all styles of fully clothed sex acts to the beats of American pop music. Amongst the group of girls with us was a very thin girl, with these dorky looking hugeass teeth and she reminded me of my lab partner from my university days. The thing was my lab partner was a dude. Not a chick. This chick was not someone I really wanted to hang with but she was making huge efforts to be sexy that were kinda just failing but endearing nonetheless.

Jager bomb after Jager bomb and there were no girls that I found particular interest in and I had that tingling sensation that I should be doing something, I just wasn't sure what it was. Should I dance, talk to people, go for a jog or punch someone? That was the redbull speaking. I talked to some girls and told them that we should all go back to my hotel and have a party there. All the girls I talked to expressed particular distaste in doing something like that with the girl that my drummer was with. She had a lot of enemies in the place. The only girl who seemed down was the lab partner girl.

"OK, fuck this redbullshit. We are going to bounce to the hotel. Lab girl, you are coming with us." I announce to her glee. I'm thinking that if my drummer is going to be in the same room as me fucking some chick, I have to be with a chick too, and since no other girl is going to go with the drummers chick, it has to be her.
The lab girl grabs me, "Wait. I have something to tell you. But I will tell you later."
"Huh? What?"
"I tell you later. OK."
"Tell me now."
"No I tell you later. I tell you something later."
I'm not in the mood. At all. All the sugar from the redbull is making me nauseous and I want to puke yet at the same time I want to jump and hang from the ceiling and do a spinning bird kick. I tell her to speak now or I'm leaving. She keeps her silence.

This is bullshit drama that is so unnecessary. I tell her I'm leaving before I get pissed, switch to super sayan mode and give her a tiger uppercut. Another chick from our party grabs me and says, "Forget her. Lets find another girl. You tell me which girl you like and I will talk to her."

We go downstairs and I'm noticing that all the girls are about as equally unhot as the lab partner. Another friend grabs me and says, "Your chick told me the story...."
"Whoa bro, she's not my chick."
"Whatever. She said that one of the girls bought a bunch of drinks and charged them to our tab. She was just trying to do the right thing."

Now I'm confused. This sux. I don't know whats going on. My ability to comprehend more than two steps in a logical process has been cut short to only half of one. I decide the only thing to do is get shots and take the lab girl and the hot girl back for an after party.

SHOTS!

"OK Ladies, we are going to the hotel for the after party!"

But now its time for more drama, this time from the drummer's girl. "It will cost you 4ooo pesos to take me home." an amount that seems stupid by any good looking man's equation. His reply, "I'll give you 700."
"No."
"Bye."
The deal is off. The drummers chick is out. FUCK YES!! That means I can tell the dorky lab partner girl to scram and I can get some sleep. Sweeeeeet!
"Lab girl. We are going back to the hotel to sleep. You and your friends are staying here. Laterz!" Woot!

We start bailing and she's following me down the street. Grabbing onto my arm. Cool weather in the air at 5:30 am and I notice a ton of street kids and homeless people starting to gather. There as I walk, an unattractive hooker is grabbing my arm, a boy is grabbing my other arm, 2 girls and a boy are shouting at me to give them money while they make grabs at my pockets and a mother holding a baby approaches me shoving her child in my face asking for cash for food.

Surreality.

After being as clear as I possibly could about not being able to help the bar girl out ("I'm not having sex with you and you won't be getting any cash.") she claims that she just wants to sleep in our room and share a bed. Whatever. I'm cool with that much...

Recap-
-Hard drinking in a bar full of potential hookers
-Tons of weird drama
-Scammed on bar tab by whore
-Whores not hot except for one
-Hot whore hated by everyone, not DTF without a lot of cash, drummer not down to pay
-Unhot whore wants to stay in our hotel even though we won't be paying her
-2 dudes in a room with a whore

That last point again-

2 dudes in a room with a whore.

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A new story starts here.

There were these two guys that played music in a band together as a hobby. One of them played drums, the other was a singer guitarist. Both somewhat popular amongst the ladies somehow ended up in room with a lone hooker. She didn't want money, just a place to stay for a while. Just to have a nap in the early hours of the morning. She went to sleep next to the singer guitarist guy, and in a separate bed the drummer went to sleep. But it was a fitful sleep. The air conditioning was too strong, and when it wasn't the blankets were too sweaty. There was a lot of tossing and turning and very little sleep until she wakes him up by making out with him and tugging on his junk.

This eventually turns into a blowjob. This blowjob turns into sex. All the while, the drummer is "sleeping" in the bed directly beside.

That guy is me.

I'm kinda ashamed of what happened so I'm distancing myself from it by telling it in the third person perspective....

Anyway, she's riding me hard and working her hips like a ..........pro........
and she hits her climax. I'm not quite there yet, and she leans forward and tells me, "I want to fuck your friend. He is lonely."

I'm thinking in all sorts of random directions right now. Yes, its possible he is lonely and wants sex, but its unlikely he wants it with this chick. Apart from that he is sleeping. I guess I could push this chicks head onto his dick and we could get a threesome happening, but what if he wakes up rejects her and is left with me just in the bed next to him having sex with this chick. That is just awkward for everyone.

I tell the girl to not include my drummer. We finish and sleep a little but I wake pretty soon leaving her to sleep while I get some breakfast with the rest of the gang. There I'm to find out that the drummer wasn't sleeping at all, but taking peeks through the reflection in the mirror. I'm asking, "Why didn't you join in?" He's saying, "Why didn't you invite me?"
Our conclusion; he should go up to the room now, and finish the job.

He walks in the door, "What are you doing? Are you OK?"
Her reply, "I want to fuck you."

Case closed.