Sorry for the unending barrage of posts, but my life has been a true whirlwind of unexpected activity
these last few days! I just got settled into my hotel (well kind of) and its fucking KILLER-- but more about that later. I have a very important job interview tomorrow at one of the most prestigious invest firms in the country. Dad set all this up of course as part of my graduation present. I seriously don't think there's any fucking way these guys would really hire me-but dad think's other wise so I'm here.
I've been to New York City only twice before and then it was really just to accompany mom on shopping expeditions-seriously. We stayed in great places of course, but I personally certainly didn't get the luxury class treatment I'm getting this time around. Hey - I thought the job interview was basically it. I had no idea about the other plans dad was making for me, which I have to admit will certainly take my mind off my other problem back at school -BIG TIME.
I'm staying at the Setai Fifth Avenue, which is definitely my kind of fucking place. I have a terrace studio suite. A guy could cream himself just viewing the bathroom here. The cocktail lounge looks perfect, but I don't care for the look of the restaurant. Its really not my kind of style so I right away need to try and fine some place good to eat that's nearby. I'll walk. Seriously -after that plane flight and forever cab ride - I don't want to be in anything that's moving.
When I arrived to check in I had a ticket to Spiderman tomorrow night waiting for me. The seat looks good. I'm in something called the "flying circle" that's $150. I'll go -but that's hardly the main event. There was also a card (in a black envelope with pink lettering) waiting for me as well. I opened it in the elevator on the way up -which could have been a big mistake. Inside was a nude photo of this jaw-droppingly stunning escort that I'm suppose to call and confirm a date for "drinks and more" with on Saturday night. FUCK ME.
Now here's the real fucking kick in the head. Dad set this up as well of course (as the final part of my Birthday/Graduation gift) but based on the handwritten message in the card -it appears this babe has escorted for my father -since she's mentions what an incredible guy he is in every way! This babe IS a knockout- I must admit. It was all I could do to keep my pants from splitting open with a near instant hard-on before I even made it to my room. What I really fucking love and find incredibly hot actually is that she's older. Maybe even early to mid 30's. But with massive firm mammalia and a thick trimmed pubic bush -that will actually be a new experience for me -if things were to go that far. I pray to god for even half a chance. This babe, or I should say beautiful woman has even posed in some major men's magazines. At least that's my information gleaned from her website that she gave me. I went and posted one of her pics on my Tumblr site -in case anyone was interested in seeing what pleasure may come my way (you just need to private message me for that link). I think I could seriously kill something just for the chance to could fuck this babe! I will certainly be excited as hell when I hopefully talk to her tonight.
In the meantime, I need to find some really hot, happening place for dinner. I'm not too far away from Time Square. This really shouldn't be a fucking problem.
UPDATE: around 1:00 a.m. (Thurs).
I just got in -after a pretty adventurous evening already. I had dinner at a Jazz Club -excellent. That was before I had a chance to talk to my "date" for Saturday night. Jesus, I swear to god she was sounded so sultry hot - I've no doubt she could drain a guy's balls right through the phone if she wanted to. I was actually even a little nervous talking to her- knowing what a heart stoppingly bitchin body she has.
It was pretty amusing though when the conversation turned from -"yes -I'm really looking forward to having a drink with you -and hearing all about your future plans in the city" -to the possibility of something quite a bit more intimate. Yeah -fucking hardon from hell. The kind that seriously started to feel like a metal pipe. There's only one slight problem though. I'll need to go condom shopping between now and Saturday evening if I truly want to part those folds. That's a serious problem actually since even the largest store bought condoms I've found - the "Trust-ex extra large" are still too tight on me. They're 2. 1/4 at both the base and head. I'm 2.5 at the base and the head is even a little larger. Hopefully there must be some Sex Shop some fucking where in NY city where I can get condoms. I could always tell the Hotel Concierge my problem and watch his expression. He'd probably cream his pants.
All I know is I need to get to bed now! I'm going to sleep naked of course. So that I can get up in the middle of the night, walk out onto the terrace and see whether this is truly a city that never sleeps or not. haha
UPDATE: FRIDAY -2:30 a.m.
Jesus, ok today (my first full day in NY City) has been pretty eventful -to say the least. I was the shit in my interview this morning. I still can't believe it went as well as it did. I think it may have been since I went in thinking I didn't have a chance in hell -so wasn't the least bit nervous. In fact I was probably a little cocky-- but I AM actually pretty good in some areas of trading (particularly currencies) and made a lot of fucking money for some of my clients during my internship last summer. Half of my interview occurred over lunch and these people don't take you to lunch unless it's serious. I was so focused on the interview though I couldn't tell you where we went. All I remember is that it was a really upscale Irish type Pub -which I loved.
One really WEIRD thing did happen though. After it was pretty clear they had asked me all they needed to for the interview the lunch conversation breaks off into various topics (there were 5 other guys all together). The guy sitting next to me (a Senior Analyst in M&A) who's maybe 35 at most -leaned over and whispered " so I hear you have a dinner date tomorrow night with Angelique?". That's the name of my fucking escort for christ's sake. So now I'm wondering if he's the one who set the whole thing up at the request of my father?!! I'm actually turning a little red from embarrassment (which may be a first for me) and say that no -I'm just meeting her for drinks (which was stupid). He just gives me a wink and say's that "well I guess that means you have something pretty great to offer". This coming from a guy who's been showing a quite obvious bulge (to anyone not completely blind) all morning long. Before I get in my cab to go back to my hotel he's the last to shake my hand and say's "well if you do manage to have more than drinks ---just know when IT happens you'll swear you've died and gone to heaven-- as they say". Really fucking weird.
So afterward I get back and take a swim in the hotel pool for about an hour -then a nice long nap. I had an early dinner (a really great barbeque place in Times square) then tickets for Spiderman in the evening -which was pretty damn good (and not nearly as stupid as I was afraid it might be).
I started out with a couple of drinks in the lounge downstairs and then ending up going to this dance club nearby (I don't even remember the name) that just recently opened with some pretty wild babes I met in the lounge. 3 girls -their first time in NY-they're all visiting from Seattle of all places. There staying here at the Setai as well -so we exchanged room numbers. Actually I just did it to be polite. I really don't know what the hell I was thinking. Ok Jesus - i really need to hit the sack again.
these last few days! I just got settled into my hotel (well kind of) and its fucking KILLER-- but more about that later. I have a very important job interview tomorrow at one of the most prestigious invest firms in the country. Dad set all this up of course as part of my graduation present. I seriously don't think there's any fucking way these guys would really hire me-but dad think's other wise so I'm here.
I've been to New York City only twice before and then it was really just to accompany mom on shopping expeditions-seriously. We stayed in great places of course, but I personally certainly didn't get the luxury class treatment I'm getting this time around. Hey - I thought the job interview was basically it. I had no idea about the other plans dad was making for me, which I have to admit will certainly take my mind off my other problem back at school -BIG TIME.
I'm staying at the Setai Fifth Avenue, which is definitely my kind of fucking place. I have a terrace studio suite. A guy could cream himself just viewing the bathroom here. The cocktail lounge looks perfect, but I don't care for the look of the restaurant. Its really not my kind of style so I right away need to try and fine some place good to eat that's nearby. I'll walk. Seriously -after that plane flight and forever cab ride - I don't want to be in anything that's moving.
When I arrived to check in I had a ticket to Spiderman tomorrow night waiting for me. The seat looks good. I'm in something called the "flying circle" that's $150. I'll go -but that's hardly the main event. There was also a card (in a black envelope with pink lettering) waiting for me as well. I opened it in the elevator on the way up -which could have been a big mistake. Inside was a nude photo of this jaw-droppingly stunning escort that I'm suppose to call and confirm a date for "drinks and more" with on Saturday night. FUCK ME.
Now here's the real fucking kick in the head. Dad set this up as well of course (as the final part of my Birthday/Graduation gift) but based on the handwritten message in the card -it appears this babe has escorted for my father -since she's mentions what an incredible guy he is in every way! This babe IS a knockout- I must admit. It was all I could do to keep my pants from splitting open with a near instant hard-on before I even made it to my room. What I really fucking love and find incredibly hot actually is that she's older. Maybe even early to mid 30's. But with massive firm mammalia and a thick trimmed pubic bush -that will actually be a new experience for me -if things were to go that far. I pray to god for even half a chance. This babe, or I should say beautiful woman has even posed in some major men's magazines. At least that's my information gleaned from her website that she gave me. I went and posted one of her pics on my Tumblr site -in case anyone was interested in seeing what pleasure may come my way (you just need to private message me for that link). I think I could seriously kill something just for the chance to could fuck this babe! I will certainly be excited as hell when I hopefully talk to her tonight.
In the meantime, I need to find some really hot, happening place for dinner. I'm not too far away from Time Square. This really shouldn't be a fucking problem.
UPDATE: around 1:00 a.m. (Thurs).
I just got in -after a pretty adventurous evening already. I had dinner at a Jazz Club -excellent. That was before I had a chance to talk to my "date" for Saturday night. Jesus, I swear to god she was sounded so sultry hot - I've no doubt she could drain a guy's balls right through the phone if she wanted to. I was actually even a little nervous talking to her- knowing what a heart stoppingly bitchin body she has.
It was pretty amusing though when the conversation turned from -"yes -I'm really looking forward to having a drink with you -and hearing all about your future plans in the city" -to the possibility of something quite a bit more intimate. Yeah -fucking hardon from hell. The kind that seriously started to feel like a metal pipe. There's only one slight problem though. I'll need to go condom shopping between now and Saturday evening if I truly want to part those folds. That's a serious problem actually since even the largest store bought condoms I've found - the "Trust-ex extra large" are still too tight on me. They're 2. 1/4 at both the base and head. I'm 2.5 at the base and the head is even a little larger. Hopefully there must be some Sex Shop some fucking where in NY city where I can get condoms. I could always tell the Hotel Concierge my problem and watch his expression. He'd probably cream his pants.
All I know is I need to get to bed now! I'm going to sleep naked of course. So that I can get up in the middle of the night, walk out onto the terrace and see whether this is truly a city that never sleeps or not. haha
UPDATE: FRIDAY -2:30 a.m.
Jesus, ok today (my first full day in NY City) has been pretty eventful -to say the least. I was the shit in my interview this morning. I still can't believe it went as well as it did. I think it may have been since I went in thinking I didn't have a chance in hell -so wasn't the least bit nervous. In fact I was probably a little cocky-- but I AM actually pretty good in some areas of trading (particularly currencies) and made a lot of fucking money for some of my clients during my internship last summer. Half of my interview occurred over lunch and these people don't take you to lunch unless it's serious. I was so focused on the interview though I couldn't tell you where we went. All I remember is that it was a really upscale Irish type Pub -which I loved.
One really WEIRD thing did happen though. After it was pretty clear they had asked me all they needed to for the interview the lunch conversation breaks off into various topics (there were 5 other guys all together). The guy sitting next to me (a Senior Analyst in M&A) who's maybe 35 at most -leaned over and whispered " so I hear you have a dinner date tomorrow night with Angelique?". That's the name of my fucking escort for christ's sake. So now I'm wondering if he's the one who set the whole thing up at the request of my father?!! I'm actually turning a little red from embarrassment (which may be a first for me) and say that no -I'm just meeting her for drinks (which was stupid). He just gives me a wink and say's that "well I guess that means you have something pretty great to offer". This coming from a guy who's been showing a quite obvious bulge (to anyone not completely blind) all morning long. Before I get in my cab to go back to my hotel he's the last to shake my hand and say's "well if you do manage to have more than drinks ---just know when IT happens you'll swear you've died and gone to heaven-- as they say". Really fucking weird.
So afterward I get back and take a swim in the hotel pool for about an hour -then a nice long nap. I had an early dinner (a really great barbeque place in Times square) then tickets for Spiderman in the evening -which was pretty damn good (and not nearly as stupid as I was afraid it might be).
I started out with a couple of drinks in the lounge downstairs and then ending up going to this dance club nearby (I don't even remember the name) that just recently opened with some pretty wild babes I met in the lounge. 3 girls -their first time in NY-they're all visiting from Seattle of all places. There staying here at the Setai as well -so we exchanged room numbers. Actually I just did it to be polite. I really don't know what the hell I was thinking. Ok Jesus - i really need to hit the sack again.
