er... yes
in amsterdam and very very stoned. i have that whole body buzz and feel like i'm balancing on that fence between euphoria and vomiting. now, if i was at home and alone i'd found that cracking on out off the wrist usual solved the situation... it cleared my head or i'd end up happily asleep with no spins and no sicks.

of the group i'm with one matey has been happily heading off into the red light district for a ride two or tree times each day and on his return unashamedly recounting what's occured.

so, feeling the way i do i decide to to head off with him so i can 'have a look around'. he finds what he's looking for and i continue to wander around, sweating and staggering.

eventually i come accross this vision of spendid spendidness and go in with her to her place of business. now, up untill then i'd only really heard stories of what happened based on people going to bars in london and ending up being forced by huge bouncers to empty their bank accounts. so, when she says 50 euro for 20 minutes i thought 'fair enough'.

however, once i get down to business this '20 minutes' thing keeps going around my head and i start looking for the time, my phone is in my pocket, i don't have a watch, i look at her wrist and she doesn't have a watch. i look around the room and there's no clock, a mirror the length of a wall but no clock. and so i ask her 'how long have i been' and she says not long, don't worry' and i don't even have any more money to pay if i go over time. and maybe the mirror is two way and there's a bouncer or boyfriend looking waiting to come in if i can't pay the extra. and this time thing is going round my head and i'm starting to lose interest in the sex. and i ask her again and she says don't worry again and then i tell her i don't have any more money if we go over time and and she says don't worry you 'll be finished soon and that, for some stupid stoner reason, makes me panic and i jump away from her and start pulling my clothes on and she looks a bit anoyed and asks what's wrong and that sends my running out into the night, trousers half way up, jacket still in with her and my balls aching and full.

and then, as i'm walking away, doing my trousers up and taking corner after corner to escape i bump into my mate as he's leaving his hooker... a hooker that he'd been with for 20 minutes and that he'd gone into see at least ten, possibly 15 minutes before i'd found mine. meaning that i'd had less than 5 minutes of panicky action before running away believing i was on some kind of hooker meter that was ticking it's way through my holiday money...
(e p f, Fri 20 Jan 2006, 12:38, Reply)