WEIGHT: 61 kg
Services: Travel Companion, Foot Worship, Disabled Clients, Tantric, Gangbang / Orgy
The writer is a hotelier and an avid traveller. As a part of his debaucherous 3-day Dubai itinerary, he reveals the darker and more interesting side of the city that spells glitz, glamour, and all things money can buy! Day 1 started out like this…. Truth: Dubai puts to shame any Indian city when it comes to having a liberal view on sex. I flitted between meetings, and sweating beads waiting for Ubers.
Meals were fast and furious, usually at outlets in one of the malls -- Al Hallab and Switch at the Dubai Mall. Drenched in oud, my pal picked me up from my hotel on Sheikh Zayed Road, declining my invitation for a drink at the hotel bar declaring it was a dead joint. His idea of fun was taking his foreign friends to pick up hookers in the many spots Dubai offers as an oasis to parched visitors!
Our first stop was the bar at the Fairmont. Impressively well connected, Mr. These ladies, by no visible measure, looked like escorts… nothing about them gave away that impression. Assuming that they were probably wealthy expats, I enjoyed the bird watching from my perch, as my friend ordered drink after drink before inviting a lady, in a barely-there black dress, to our table. Confident, with an air of arrogance, our first lady of the night sat beside us and entertained us with small talk: "Where are you from?
X quickly turned impatient; slipping his hand on her shoulder, he pulled her closer and whispered, "How much? The explanation? Chuckling to himself, Mr. X proudly pointed out these details before ordering another drink. After watching my bud window shopping with such success, I finally mustered the courage to mutter those two words and thus began my model UN moment — representatives of Moldova, Lebanon, Belarus, Russia, Kazakhstan, Hong Kong, Brazil, Venezuela, and even one striking beauty from Spain offered me similar deals, the rates changing by a few hundred dirhams here and there.
While we discussed arrangements and naughty nothings, I was rudely grabbed by the arm and dragged out by Mr X. There was the Cavalli Club to discover next. X would have none of it. After dropping a stash for a table, Mr. X and I made ourselves comfortable at a booth, which came replete with bottles of champagne, and the works.