Looking for some pros that may have moved ...
hey all. lurker round these chats for some time now.
about the police. much of their actions never show up in papers or the news, but when they do take out the colombianitas they are very abusive and may even [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord123][CodeWord123][/url] them or abuse them. at least that's how it was when i was down there. which brings me to my point:
i was wondering if anyone has any up to date info on the quito clubs especially el swing or 515 or extasis. in particular if anyone has come across any of the following girls or whether they may have gone to work in other clubs in quito or guayaquil. "kiero" (colombiana with some very colorful tattoos on her shoulder and ankle never saw her dance though, regular build, she was around not too long ago) or "luna" an excellent dancer with a large stylized wedge like tattoo all down her back, also a colombiana, thin and petite. both pros. well worth the bucks for a 'polvo', usually charged 70 to 80 for several hours. i would arrange a business trip down to quito just for them, they would also go out as a pair, for those interested in three somes. no fotos sorry.
from the last time i was in quito el swing had some 20 tops 30 chicas of all color, mostly ecuatorianas and some colombianas mixed in. they would rotate dancing for some 20min (divided into 1/3rds semi dressed, top less, and nude)at a time and then shower in the all glass shower. all in all the girls ranged from 5/6's to 9's (only a couple) all were generally friendly and most willing to 'work'. the place was medium sized with good lighting and music. i forgot how much the 'take out' fee was but i believe its around 20.
not much else info. let the word out if anyone sees these pros working in other clubs, they're worth the "salida" and come well recomended.
cheers,
falen
a redo of a mis entered report...ack yeah im new...
hey all. lurker round these chats for some time now.
about the police. much of their actions never show up in papers or the news, but when they do take out the colombianitas they are very abusive and may even [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord123][CodeWord123][/url] them or abuse them. at least that's how it was when i was down there. which brings me to my point:
i was wondering if anyone has any up to date info on the quito clubs especially el swing or 515 or extasis. in particular if anyone has come across any of the following girls or whether they may have gone to work in other clubs in quito or guayaquil. "kiero" (colombiana with some very colorful tattoos on her shoulder and ankle never saw her dance though, regular build, she was around not too long ago) or "luna" an excellent dancer with a large stylized wedge like tattoo all down her back, also a colombiana, thin and petite. both pros. well worth the bucks for a 'polvo', usually charged 70 to 80 for several hours. i would arrange a business trip down to quito just for them, they would also go out as a pair, for those interested in three somes. no fotos sorry.
from the last time i was in quito el swing had some 20 tops 30 chicas of all color, mostly ecuatorianas and some colombianas mixed in. they would rotate dancing for some 20min (divided into 1/3rds semi dressed, top less, and nude)at a time and then shower in the all glass shower. all in all the girls ranged from 5/6's to 9's (only a couple) all were generally friendly and most willing to 'work'. the place was medium sized with good lighting and music. i forgot how much the 'take out' fee was but i believe its around 20.
not much else info. let the word out if anyone sees these pros working in other clubs, they're worth the "salida" and come well recomended.
cheers,
falen
Here Is Mud In Your Eye, Tungurahua / A Personal Request
For all my ranting and raving on being invincible I have lost my camera. I feel sick to my stomach even admitting it to myself, never mind to others. I strongly suspect it was lifted off my person but by who exactly and where exactly I am unsure, though one person in particular stands out. As this is part of the Quito adventure I choose to detail the history as it goes down, along with a personal request on my part. The story begins on ...
Monday
I hit La Luna by 5:30pm. Son Cubano. Passed on a fourth session with Carla. Into Coco Bongos where I took down Midoriz, age 20, from the coast. I had long been eyeing this chica next door in Son Cubano but passed on her. Face so-so, a little bigger than I like them. But during a striptease one day I got to see the full works and liked the full, firm breasts. Decided for $7 it couldn’t be all bad.
She was a decent entry. She did not hesitate to remove all clothing, provided the introductory blowjob to stiffen things up, and then standard positioning (cowgirl, missionary, legs over shoulders, sideways on bed ass to me, doggie, flat doggie).
It was here the fatal mistake of not taking pictures starts to take effect on my consciousness. I chose not to take pictures because she is not a beauty queen but still fuckable. As I have been struggling lately to come up with new chicas to bed I need to tweak my approach to getting laid, to become more experimental. Simply put, by not taking pictures I began to downgrade the importance and awareness of my camera at all times.
From Coco’s I cut over to Pilsener Bar. Ten single guys sitting at different tables watching a remote TV play pixelated porn. One chica a 5.0. I thought to myself if only I could some of this comedy on film unnoticed!
To Condorito Bar. Closed on Monday yet again. Jumped on a minibus to crossover to Mariscal. Took in El Foco Azul. Great warm up porn as usual but little in terms of fuckable honeys. One newbie was hiding in the shadows that piqued my curiousity but she didn’t seem to be too interested in my glances.
Over to Club 11-79. Nada. Over to 3 Star by 10pm. No Andrea. No other substitute caught my eye on what is obviously a slow night, the hotties taking the day off. I head to the upstairs part. Hmmm. There is one cutie present that I tried way back in May. Nice little body, nice breasts, decent face. She was, however, a total writeoff then -- under the influence of a born and raised Quito ‘nun’. Could four months have enlightened her services? She is really drunk. Either it will help to serve to loosen her up in the sack or it will be an even worse disaster than the first attempt to poke her hole.
Here goes $7 of high risk venture capital. Waved her over. Downstairs we go. Bought us two beers, the second of which she gave away in full to the waiters. Riiiight. Took a deep breath and gave her the $7. Up to a room we go. I motion to the knock-knock girl who times fichas it could possibly be a double session. Click goes the lock on the door.
I didn’t even get a single session, never mind a double. Once in the room she instantly did a repeat of session one, pulled down her pants and pissed in the wastebasket. Nice. This is déjà vu. Strips off her jeans, refused to remove her top. Says no pictures. No blowjob. We are already at three strikes and it is minute two.
Said to myself this is not going to be easy so I reach behind me for some KY jelly. She thinks I am going for my camera and a fight ensues. I am wrestling with this chica to get a tube of KY out of my coat pocket. This is unreal! Finally I get it out and show her what I want. She snatches the tube away and tries to put it in her purse. I´m like “!!?!?” –- ripping it out of her hands.
As I am stroking myself to stiffness she takes the opportunity to mention “the Columbian.” Oh boy, here we go. On she goes about “the Columbian” -- no doubt she fell under the tutelage of Vivian while the latter was in house. Then this chica gives me five swift kicks to the stomach/groin area, which I blocked. I gave up. Sat back. On she goes in drunken rapidity. Finally I just opened the door and told her to get out. She dressed and exited, still yapping away. We really should strap electric shock devices to some people, not dogs, to keep them quiet. I slowly dressed as she yapped to the knock-knock chica. When I heard “loco gringo” I piped up “Yeah, have another twenty beers” in Spanish. Exited the room and 3 Star. Taxiid to the chicken palace, ate, hiked home for sleep.
Tuesday
Finishing the Argentina picture board I decided that ISG member Saint is the KING. That guy has humped a lot of beautiful honeys! Unreal.
To Touch Me by 3:15pm. Diana is back. As well as Alex. Hmmm. But I want some NEW blood. Changed seats to the front of the bar. Here a little hottie is present. She has a petite body, huge firm knockers, but the face is so-so, hence always passed her over. She is standing right beside me. She always has smiles for me. Fuck it. Those tits look too amazing to not grope. And I need some pussy around my cock NOW. $7 it is.
In the room she first introduces herself as Yvonne, then says no, Violetta. We laughed over that and it immediately set the tone for a good session. Age 23 from Chone. BJ and standard positioning. Perhaps it was just my first session of the day but I found her surprisingly tasty. Again, no pictures. I just wanted to get back to basics and enjoy. I think my favorite position here -- along with legs over shoulders -- was sideways on the bed, ass to me, one of my legs on the floor. I adored watching those full tits bounce to slap-action thrusts. Even with no pictures I tipped her $3, as I will probably cultivate her pussy again for a return session. On the way out I thanked both “Yvonne y Violetta,” kissed her on the cheek while we laughed.
Friky00 posted news of cop raids in central’s bars. Jumped on the trolebus and made my way to Night Club Sala VIP. It is open for business as usual. Heyy, there are even some new chicas here. Once again I think the TV news footage is played in reverse. The cops bring in new chicas, not take them out. This place has too many Vivian memories for me at the moment. Fuck I thought she was beautiful. ** Tungurahua sighs **
Over to Techo Rojo. Nada. Over to Cheers. Some new talent here too. A tall negrita takes the initiative to sit by me. First day on the job, from Santo Domingo. Can’t remember her name. Didn’t care: what the fuck does it matter at this point?! Just chalk up another line on the page. Bought her a Pony Malta then slapped $10 into her hands. She was nuts! Stripped down she wasn’t all that in looks but her enthusiasm was all there. She immediately swallowed my cock without condom. I am lying back, my head to the corner of the bed, and she swings herself around wanting me to eat her pussy! I had my head turned away -- no thanks! -– as her pussy squished against my cheek. I may miss eating pussy but I am not going to start with pro-pussies! Ugh, oxygen please!
She got off my face and went into reverse cowgirl, to doggie. Then she slid me in her asshole, it being the position longest in duration. New condom. More BJ, to reverse cowgirl, back to doggie. Hit fifteen minutes. Without cumming I nixed her request for a second ficha. A whirlwind session. She was not that good looking but ambitious nonetheless. No pictures taken. No tip given. Second pussy of the day tried by 5:30pm.
Bussed waaay over to the nameless casa on Gualaquiza N62-44 y Sabanilla. Along with another petite over-make-up-ed chica, eyed ghetto-sl*t Milena as she gave me sultry stares. She is the definition of ghetto-sl*t: jeans that don’t quite fit her, sloppy tits hanging in a low cut blouse, hair dishevelled, drunk as fuck. Delicious. In some two hours I took the time to drink cheap (small) beers, six of them.
Wanting more than missionary position decided to pass on Milena for the day. Over to Sex Max. Nada. To Café Rojo. Karen is back. She is the only chica worth the $20 price tag today. Andrea of Cheers fame is here too, but nah, I have already plugged her hole for $10 a couple times.
To 3 Star. Mariela is present as is the newest of the Andreas. Mariela sitting alone tears my heart apart but I have some good momentum going with Andrea right now. Andrea affectionately passes me a couple times between clients as I take the time for beers.
By 11:15pm I am really hammered. Took Andrea upstairs. Nothing happened. We blamed it on too many beers (not the two chicas earlier).
Taxiied to Gringolandia. Chicken palace is closed. Started to walk home. The hot ladyboy is present as always. She curiously gives me a lot of attention for a few minutes, snuggling up to me to stay warm. Moved on. Hit my hotel.
I am stripping down … oh fuck … my camera is gone. I felt sick to my stomach upon the discovery. The first day ever I choose not to take photographs of the girls I fuck, I am not aware of the camera, and it gets lifted.
Hugely affected by the loss at first I just gave up. Then I made myself redress, took $40 for bait, pepper spray and went looking for the ladyboy. I did not find her. With the exception of two other ladyboys working the early morning, the streets are empty.
I spent the night in anguish. For the stupidity. For the loss of face. Loss of property.
Wednesday
Picked myself up. My choices are simple: write off the loss or gather a couple punks together to intimidate her into giving the camera back. The fellow that immediately came to mind? The cocaine king.
Went to his hotel. The front entrance is locked up tight. No answer to the buzzer. He has obviously moved on to a different hotel or different city altogether. I ask a couple of the streetkids if they knew the guy I was seeking. Nope. Asked a shop owner if he knew of him. Nope. One English speaking streetkid, Andrew, an American, knew who he was. Said the cocaine king had moved on. But he knew of some muscle that might be able to help me. On we go.
Andrew introduces me to Anselmo, a tall homeless fellow, who said all I needed to do was point the ‘chica’ out and he would deal with it. As it was only 8pm come back at 10pm when the ladyboys hit the streets. Fair enough. I treat Andrew to some beers at a sidewalk café to pass time. About 9:30pm we make our way to meet Anselmo. Two cops on a cycle pull up, Anselmo talks to them and they agree to help me. I’m like, holy shit, really?! All I have to do is point out the ladyboy to Alselmo and they will take care of the rest. Cool; I thought the cops would be completely useless. The two leave to patrol in the interim.
The three of us go for a scout around Lafayette hotel. The ladyboy is not there. Two of ‘her’ friends are.
Back to Anselmo’s sidewalk-home. I wasn’t keen about hanging around this place even for a little bit but Andrew insisted I stay. Another three cops pull up. These guys are very different from the first two. I am lined up against a wall with a bunch of streetpunks getting frisked. Ugh. This is LAME. As I expected the cops searched me for the longest time, at first looking at my hands to see if I was a smoker (passed that test with flying colors), going through every pocket and crevice of my clothes. Found my moneybelt and thought to myself he is for sure going to pocket the $60 cash. To my surprise he didn’t. Put it back. Verified my passport. The two other police, done with their frisks, came over to me. One cop gives me a few pats on the back then places a plastic wrap on the ledge before me. Oh here we go. I thought for sure he was ‘planting’ stuff on me. Then they simply let me go.
Hugely relieved I took back to the heart of Gringolandia for a pop. Andrew doubled back to find me sitting. He introduces me to a new guy, Flores. He is obviously not homeless. Upon explanation he agrees to help. Off we go to the Lafayette area to scout. Nada. He asks some questions of the other chicas, giving each a few bucks for information (which I pay for). Then more motorcycle police show up. Sheesh, what is it about the police tonight?! Never a cop when I need one then too many when I don’t want them around. Flores immediately took off. I get id’d yet again. I tell the police I am trying to recover my camera. He says forget it, it’s gone.
Back to the sidewalk café. Andrew comes up with another streetkid, Carlos. This guy is an obvious psycho -- but that is the kind of guy I need for intimidation. It is midnight. Back we go to Lafayette. Still not present. As I was walking ahead of the two punks, two of the ladyboys wave me over to ask me questions. I tell them I think their friend took my camera, that I want it back, no violence preferable, no more problems. The one ladybody off to the side, motions “This guy (Carlos) is crazy, do you know that?” Yes, that’s why he got the job. Back to mainstreet Gringolandia. I cut both Andrew and Carlos loose with some cash and retired to my hotel for the night. More venture capital for naught.
Perhaps having brought around some crazy muscle to display in front of the chicas and ladyboys the one will take the initiative to give my camera back for fear of her safety. Who knows. But the message was sent loud and clear. She continues to be the primary suspect.
Thursday
I am going to retrace my steps tonight in a last attempt to see if my camera might have been ‘lost’ elsewhere. VIP 3 Star for starters. Then the Lafayette hotel in hopes of locating the ladyboy. But at this point I have pretty much written off the possibility of finding it.
Did a preliminary scout of pricing to replace an Olympus Stylus 800 (8 megapixel) with 1 GB memory card. $660 US. Unfortunately there is a lack of large chain discount shops in Quito to drive prices down. In the week to follow I will continue to price options during the day.
To replace the camera and card from the US runs about $500. Online pricing seems to be roughly $400 for the camera plus $70 for the 1 GB memory card.
Another option is to order it online and have it shipped internationally to me. But courier might pop the price to the Quito equivalent.
With my recent perspective on ISG members altered via Bobisee, here I am going to submit a request -– a trade -– to an interested individual planning an upcoming trip to Quito within the next month (my Ecuador visa expires September 19). If this appeals to no one, don’t worry about it, I will just suck up the extra expense and shell out the $660 here in Quito.
There are a couple variations on how this can be done, but the basic of it is this: for an ISG member to pick up a camera and memory card in the US and bring it here with him and I will immediately reimburse the costs plus throw in an extra $50 for time taken. Should he so desire I can translate the $50 personal time expense into paying initial fichas and drinks in the casas/clubs. For the duration of stay, should he so desire, I will gratefully be a Quito escort, offering the full extent of my knowledge of this city and its streets, as well as be a second set of eyes for personal security.
I strongly believe in the rule of trading to mutual advantage, value for value. I like to think my posts/time on the ISG forum reflects this. In the beginning I used ISG to my advantage, after three weeks thought I possessed enough new knowledge to offer new value to other members in turn. It is my form of payback. And judging by the attention received it appears I have done so in spades.
I have done none of my posting altrusitically, but through self-interest, in the idea of trading to mutual advantage. I get a forum to express myself in the process, venting long-suppressed sexual desires and actualizing a side of myself I have long wanted to. In turn forum members get to read my thoughts, manias, adventures and stupidities -– a growth in my life experience.
Likewise I expect a board member not to act altruistically but in self-interest. To act on my behalf because one perceives value to be had in turn.
At this point I should add I am not desperate here. I am calculating if it is possible to save $150-200 getting a new camera I should at least attempt to try. If there are no replies to the request within a week I have my answer and will carry on.
The two approaches to financial transaction are:
(a) at some risk to one’s self the ISG member intially puts up the cash to purchase the camera and card. We meet and I immediately refund the expense plus $50 in bonus cash (or equivalent fichas/drinks). From my perspective I figure the only risk to the ISG member is if I suddenly die and don’t show up -- nothing else will keep me away from a new camera I greatly desire! But even then one can probably return the camera to place of purchase for refund.
(b) at some risk to myself I will pay for the camera via phone and credit card at a camera store location near the member and the latter simply acts as deliveryman. $50 bonus plus guide offer for the duration of his stay. This option I would like to reserve to previous posters on the Quito board who I have come to exchange some sentiment with and, as superficial as it might be, a little bit of history between us.
I am really hung up on the Olympus Stylus 800 because it gives me many features other small lightweight digital cameras do not offer. Particularly, as I do a lot of my travels alone, the option of a remote control. I can setup the camera on a tripod and snap pictures of myself in wicked settings using the remote. It is also 8 megapixels, images up to 3264 x 2448 pixels in size, all weather casing -- very important for my travels as I hit 5897 meters three months back (climb to the summit of Cotopaxi), need it to be able to deal with the high humidity levels of a jungle environment (Amazon), plus well sealed for places like the beach with sand and dust. And it has a great 2.5 inch color screen.
I am throwing the offer out there to see what may come back in response. I would like to think the integrity of my posting speaks for itself, but this is me talking in my shoes, recognizing understandably that another would naturally be more hesitant to act. I’ll give it a week then make the move on my own.
Last note to Ezinho and Piper1: in looking through member benefits, regular, senior, etc., I have had all the benefits of being a senior member from my very first post. The only thing I do not have yet is the ability to make posts without review. Jackson, if he is the one reviewing the posts at this stage (or if another does it for him), obviously perceived value from my first post and let me go at it. Been tearing Quito apart ever since.
Time to prowl through a few more casas.
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Looking to visit the better houses
Hi Tung,
After reading your many detailed reports of your activities in Quito I am amazed at your stamina and expert knowledge of all the houses available here. I have been living in Quito for 2 1/2 years and have not discovered even 1/5th of the places you have found. I have tried several times to find some of the places you mentioned in the north & south of quito but without any luck, problem is that many of the streets do not have a sign indicating the name.
Any chance you would like some company when you visit some of these bars? I have a motorcycle and am legally Licsensed to carry a 9mm(luckily have never had a problem but you never know). Would be happy to buy you some beers and fichas for your knowledge. If you are not agreeable I understand and it is no problem, just send me a message as to how I could find the better clubs you recommend on my motorcycle as I do not use the bus system and am not familiar with the stops they make.
Keep on mongering and submitting these great reports, they are an inspiration to us all!
Blowback / Johnny Drama & Globe Trotter
Friday
I walked out of my hostel about 11am. Who is on me in twenty seconds? Andrew the streetkid. They obviously know where I live. He is as drunk and/or stoned as fuck. He starts on about how he and the other streetkids seen with me the other night are in danger from the ladyboys who have organized into some defensive/aggressive posture. On and on he goes about the situation, yet re-assuring me they will get my camera back. I repeatedly tell him the camera is already written off, forget it, and try to shake him in the process of talk. “Do you think I am fucking with you, man?” No, I reply, aware of the intimidation implied in the question if I reply differently. I give him sixty cents and he finally goes to buy a bottle.
I understand immediately what I have to do. It is obvious. Not only write off the camera but write off Gringolandia. Thinking where I should re-locate for the last two weeks of my Quito stay I choose further north. Walked many streets above and below 10 de Agosto thinking it would be pretty sweet to be located along the trolebus line (to both south and north) as well as be within walking distance to both Touch Me and 3 Star. After a dozen hotels ranging from $15 to $30 I found a hostel directly across from the El Jardin mall for $14 a night. Great place, nice rooms, private shower, cable tv. Brand new hostel in a much safer location. I think I am the only guest there at the moment. Some five blocks from 3 Star. El Jardin Mall has a giant third floor food court, a Supermaxi grocery store, with internet terminals nearby. Can’t ask for much else.
Doubled back to Gringolandia, packed my gear, said goodbye to Happy Gringo Hostel for $5 a night, said goodbye to Gringolandia (and good riddance).
Met ISGer Bobisee for his introduction to Café Rojo, Sex Max, 4033 and Cassandras. He took down two pretties for the evening while I took it easy, my mojo still bruised by the recent camera loss. With the exception of Sex Max the other three clubs are nicely stocked with female flesh at the moment. Probably the best selection I’ve ever seen in Cassandras. Home. Sleep. First time in 4.5 months while in Quito I never slept in district Mariscal Sucre. It was very relaxing.
Saturday
Today fnally found me a new Bank of Guayaquil ABM on Av. America, thus avoiding the return to Gringolandia to do my banking.
Probably hit 3 Star tonight for an easy evening of drinking.
Johnny Drama: regarding your location of apartment upon your arrival. You are in the heart of the old city, a few blocks from Santo Domingo square. But from your post 375 it seems you already know that. During the day I would be cautious; during the night more so. I do not yet know how ‘gringo’ / foreign you look, but I would recommend to take taxis to your doorstep at night. During the day we will have no problem cutting down costs using the trole lines and connecting buses (should you desire that).
The ‘action’ is spread out to four primary sectors of the city: central, far north, far south along two streets, Maldonado and Mariscal. You are to the south of what I term ‘central’ -– more a term I use for ‘safer’ Gringolandia. However this is not much of a concern for I believe you are located right near the trolebus line that brings the ‘action’ all together. I have relocated to within four blocks of the same troleline, probably some seven or eight stops from your apartment location.
“Let’s plan to meet Friday afternoon, at a location of your choosing.”
I will indeed have the cash in hand to immediately pay for the Olympus Stylus 800 camera. Due to recent developments and my preference not to return to Gringolandia/Amazonas areas, if you could pick up a 1 GB card for the camera it would be appreciated -- as the only camera store I can find in all of Quito that carries the camera/card is located a few blocks from my old Gringolandia hotel.
Your initial fichas will be paid for. I will scout the area of your apartment to make our first meeting convenient for you, probably at a nearby restaurant / pub / etc., possibly in the Plaza de la Independencia itself. In a couple days I will post the exact address of the meet.
Just as a last note I am hesitant to subscribe if it is not absolutely necessary because in two weeks -- after my summary and concluding posts -- I literally be falling off the face of the ISG-earth for the next six months, minimum, perhaps indefinitely. My time in Quito is drawing to a close. I have much to think about in the next few months as I make my way through the Amazon and I prefer if my thoughts were completely separated from the ISG for the duration -– i.e., no (further) invested interest. I have no cell phone. I do have email but understand Jackson does not allow exchange of this info on the boards, preferring we use the PM service (now subscription orientated). Perhaps upon our first meet, place and time determined on the Quito board, we can then exchange contact information -- my hotel phone number/room, my email, etc. -- to make our meets easier, to provide you with an orientation of the city and its clubs/casas.
Globe Trotter:
“Any chance you would like some company when you visit some of these bars? I have a motorcycle and am legally Licsensed to carry a 9mm (luckily have never had a problem but you never know). Would be happy to buy you some beers and fichas for your knowledge.”
If you have transport AND can more than adequately take care of yourself then we have the basis from which to conduct trade to mutual advantage. As stated above next Friday and the days after I will be orientating Johnny Drama to Quito, which leaves me with Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday free to meet.
My new hostel is directly across from an entrance of El Jardin Mall. My timetable is wide open. All I do in Quito is fuck cheap pussy, nothing else keeps me here. I do not work here. I imagine you do work here so state where and when you would like to meet and we can go touring the city, pinpointing the clubs you cannot find.
I guess I should be passing on my knowledge to others before I disappear into the Dagobah-like jungles of the Amazon. Who else wants to be trained in the dark ways of the Quito Jedi Knight (Night)?
;-)