1. The girl in the window, a tale of an Amsterdam night


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: twistedtraveltales, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    settled on four grams of ketamine instead. It made financial and logical sense. You can only do so much k at a time, whereas cocaine... So I was silently psyching myself up to sleeping with one of those girls in the window. I didn’t wanna say anything to the other guys, didn’t wanna jinx my special occasion. We hadn’t come to the Dam to sit in a hotel – although it was fuckin’ plush as – so we dumped our shit, everyone had fat bump, I took a small one on the sly, then got a cab back to the airport and then the train into Amsterdam Centraal. We started off at Hill Street Blues, you can’t go wrong, it doesn’t have the best dope in the Dam but I like the atmosphere of the place, it’s quite big, but it’s dark and dingy, and there’s graffiti all over the walls from the people who have been there over the years. It’s a smoky dive bar with good beer, comfy couches and awesome music, what more do you need? We sat around and drank, the boys bumped the k and it got messy quick. After an hour or so of that we ducked out again and went for an innocent stroll through the red light district. There was every type of girl, for every type of need. We pulled up at the Bulldog and I let Cousin Paul know what I was up to then slid off. The mistake I think too many guys make when they’re walking ‘round the Dam is they window shop too long and psyche themselves out of it. So I stopped off at the first hot chick I saw and with a nervous flutter in my stomach, knocked on the glass door with its red ...
    light reflecting out from above. A blonde woman just short of six feet smiled and stepped up off her stool. She was wearing scant purple lingerie that frilled up around her C-cup breasts. They were a good handful each. She opened the door halfway and said, ‘Hullo,’ in a sweet voice that was tinged with a Dutch accent. Now really fuckin’ nervous and wishing I had kept on walking around the block and then back to the boys in the bar, but feeling like it had gone too far to take the embarrassment of backing down now, I asked her, ‘So um, what’s the score like? Um, you know.’ She smiled at me and said, ‘You get to fuck me for fifteen minutes for fifty Euros,’ and touched her bottom lip with her thumb. Sweet I had hundreds on me, it was put up or shut up time, so I sorta nodded and then took the hand that she offered me. My girl had dark stilettos to match her dark lingerie, and the red bulb in the corner of the room lit up the place when she drew the curtain across the door. ‘Ok, the money first,’ she said with a ruthless finality, the glamorous and seductive curl of her lips only returning once the cash was in her hand. She leant forward with one leg straight and the other one just bent as she tucked the money in a draw. Then straightened out and picked up the receiver on a phone sat beside a mirror, and made a call. Once she hung up my girl looked back at me and said over the blonde hair hanging across her smooth shoulder, ‘Your fifteen minutes start now. Come with me.’ My Girl ...
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