Santiago de Chile…Café con piernas—The One
PutaTester
West Coast. He who dies with the most memories wins.
Saturday, October 22, 2022 2:38 PM
This is something of a Part II to Greenbeans article, “When in Santiago de Chile…Café con piernas” (https://tuscl.net/article.php?id=58497). Note that Greenbeans speaks fluent English, Spanish, and Charm. I swear there is a wanted poster of him in the girl’s locker room of every Chilean club (and a few of the TJ clubs) that reads, “WANTED For a Good Time and Great Sex!” I was proud to be his apprentice wingman for a few days in Santiago Chile. Here is my story:
Greenbeans was assigned some work in Santiago. He had been there before and told stories of some great encounters. Intrigued, I suggested that the next time he goes to Santiago, I would like to meet him there. He thought I was kidding. Well, I have itchy feet and the opportunity to go somewhere out of my cultural bounds was too attractive to pass. It didn't hurt that he had sent me a few pictures of the women he encountered there. With more guts than brains or money (as you will discover), I braved 24 hours of travel from the San Francisco Bay Area to Santiago. Almost missed two of my three hops, due to airport personal giving me misinformation, but I made it to my Air B&B apartment near the core of the city.
Having been inert for 24 hours, I was happy to go out-and-about. Met Greenbeans in the early evening and after giving me the basic rundown on the café levels, we began exploring. Greenbeans had arrived the day before and had already been exploring. We eventually ended up at Café Imperial. We went through the door and past the heavy curtains a la TJ and I first spotted this young, lean, curly-haired nymph that I thought might be the best in the house. (Greenbeans ended up with her. She unable to resist his charms and he unable to resist hers.)
Greenbeans was there the night before and had told one of the women there that she was a perfect match for me, so the groundwork was laid…and I was about to be. My “blind date” was in the back of the tiny room and I could only get glimpses of her and I wasn’t sure that she would be a match. She came out. Greenbeans introduced us and I was in lust.
Physically she was a great match. Natural DD+, big ass, trim tummy, and pretty face with a smile so bright that you could read by it. Personality wise, she was flirty, anxious to communicate despite the language barrier, and a mature 39-years-old, which still put her near half my age, and I do prefer adults.
She offered coffee and to dance for me for about $2US each dance. Absolutely! There is no seating; customers basically stand next to a narrow bar and the girls give a standing lap dance. V was wearing what amounted to three small triangles of material, making access to her girl parts very easy. When I reached between her legs, she stood on one foot, placing the other on a rail to give me easier access to one of the softest, smoothest pussies I had ever beheld. No grain. No stubble. She must have been waxing her girl parts for a long time. A few dances in with her back to me, she reached back, unzipped my pants, and found my man parts. Some gentle rubbing and I was ready to cement my shoes to the floor. Cannot remember if it was 10 or 20 dances later, we departed, but not before negotiating a meet at the café at 4:00 the next day that would include more intimate activities.
AT 2:00 I went looking for the café. The plan was to make sure my directionally-challenged brain could find it before the appointed hour. I was near ready to give up when I pinged Greenbeans for some clues. He provided a segment of a map and just as I was ready to give up, I saw the sign. I must have walked past it three times, focused on the wrong side of the street. It was 4:00 and I was too hungry to go in, so I got an uninspiring sandwich from a café down the street. I was hoping that she wouldn’t think that I was a no-show, because I was going to be late.
Upon entry, the other girls swarmed me to tell me that V would be there in five minutes. It was interesting how the girls showed support for their coworker; uncharacteristic of most female gathering places I have encountered. I had a coffee and V showed as represented. Seems that lots of South American girls favor Spandex and V wore it well. She greeted me and asked if I wanted to go to the hotel now. Absolutely! I could have benefited from some warm-up dances, but I badly wanted some private time with her. She started by collecting 100,000CPE (about $100US) from me. The house got 20,000CPE and she got the balance for one hour of her time.
She led me to a hotel two blocks away, accessed by an elevator next to a restaurant. We entered and I noticed some small bench seating areas with curtains. Certainly this is not where any quality activity occurs. Turns out that they are used for waiting when all rooms were occupied. V greeted the hostess who asked if we wanted drinks. A diet soda for me and something alcoholic for her. The room plus drinks was 22,000CPE. The room itself was good sized. There was a tiny, round stage where a pole had been removed and a bathroom off the to side. It included some shelves and a large TV that V used to play some background music.
She stood before me as I sat on the bed and I started to strip her down. The room had good lighting that included daylight from a small window. I spent some time tasting her large, brown nipples while verifying that the two monsters that I held in my hands were natural. Her ass is big and I didn’t find anything to indicate that it was not all natural, although Greenbeans says he thinks there was some magic added to it. Her stomach was tight and showed some muscle definition. I would guess that she has had liposuction or something similar, as it was slightly uneven. Later she showed me some pictures of herself teaching pole dancing and said she used to work in the strip clubs as a dancer. (She has been at the café for nine years.) Likely that is why she enjoyed the great muscle tone.
I finished stripping her down and she stripped me down. I climbed up on the bed and she delivered one of the best BBBJs I have had. Started slow and sensual, eventually escalating to get me solid by taking me deep. (I am not that big, so it wasn’t a great trick for her to do so, but it sure felt great.) She put on the cover, climbed on cowgirl and leaned down for some great DFK. If she wasn’t enjoying herself, she put on an outstanding act. Total GFE. About 40 minutes in, I popped and she laid next to me for a little while.
We got dressed and walked out of the hotel, with lots of kisses, hugs, and hand holding. The elevator stopped, we got out, and she asked if I would like to meet her for lunch the next day at 2:00. No brainer. I walked her back to the café and she invited me in, but I needed a little recovery time and I had planned to catch up with Greenbeans a little later to hear him complain about the day he had wasted at work.
We connected and went on the hunt for other cafes. Surprisingly, some of them closed as early as 7:00 pm, so we missed a couple of targets. Most of the other clubs were about the same size and had the same process. Prices were a little higher with a few clubs asking for $5US/dance. Most had at least a few girls in Category 6 and 7. One girl in a café just a few doors down from Club Imperial took a shine to me. She was lean and somewhere in her 20s. Actually, a little too lean for my tastes, but I did enjoy her enthusiasm. I got a few dances from her and we moved on.
A Level 2 club (the name escapes me) that we went into was a bit larger than most and had a small upstairs area that overlooked the main floor. We ordered drinks and went up the stairs to the second level. There we were greeted by a stunning beauty that was all charm and energy. Santiago is lousy with hot, young women it seemed. Most of the male patrons were in business attire and stood around nursing their beverages. The hottie lapped the room multiple times making sure that everyone of the 5 or so men got a little of her energy and attention. We got a little more attention than most in part due to Greenbeans’ charm and that we were Gringos, more interesting that her grumpy regulars. This was a Tier 2 club, so she was in revealing attire, but conservative by comparison. And there were no girls observed lap dancing for the clients, but I might have missed that action as I was focused on the hostess with gems in her hair. Hard to tell in the dark room, but I think we met a Category 10 woman, in both looks and personality.
She flirted with us and at one point she said that she wanted to marry me, took a ring from her finger, and handed it me. I surprised her by getting down on one knee and making a formal proposal. I don’t remember her name, but Greenbeans officiated, she is now my Chilean wife, and she embraced it. However, word is that after I left Santiago, she cheated on me with Greenbeans. It was my second shortest marriage.
Somewhere in all of this we ended up in a strip club by the name of Kim. Drinks were expensive ($17US each) and the four girls working were unattractive (overweight and out-of-shape). There was one girl that I saw in the distance that was attractive, but we were so put off by the drink prices and the aggressive attitude that we didn’t stay more than 15 minutes. We wandered about a little longer and parted company.
The next day I did a little exploring around the city, killing time until my 2:00 lunch. I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes before the appointed time. V showed up 15 minutes late, all smiles and energy, saying that she was warm from rushing to get here. I thought it possible that she had stood me up, but I would have waited all afternoon for her.
We had a nice lunch of local dishes ($42 with alcoholic beverages) and I got to know a little bit more about her. She has been working in the café for about nine years, never married, no kids, save her two husky dogs. A very simple life and very selective regarding her clients, because she said that most of the people she meets in the café are not very nice. The story is the same the world over, many of the men who seek out professional women do so, because they don’t know how to treat a woman. She then asked if I wanted to go with her back to the same hotel and do what we did the day before. I said, “check please.” And she didn’t get the joke, saying that it will be cheaper for me, because I wouldn’t have to pay the house fee to the café. I had to explain to her that it was a bit of a joke and my way of saying “yes” to her proposal. I paid the tab and we did a repeat of the previous encounter. I did give her 100,000CPE despite her asking only for 80.000CPE.
The next day I planned to go to Valparaíso and asked if she would like to go with me. She said, “I don’t want to.” So I spent the Sunday wandering Valparaíso, a picturesque little port city. It was cold and damp and unlikely that there were red light activities until late in the day. Ate some local street food, picked up some souvenirs from local vendors, and learned how to navigate the bus system. FYI, the busses are double decker, inexpensive, and very comfortable. The ride there was $18US one way and a bus is leaving about every 10 minutes going each direction. It was interesting that seats are reserved and it was a different price for the upper level than the lower level. On the return trip I sat in the lower level which was $15US as I recall. Also, I would never use my credit card for anything in Mexico, but I was very comfortable using it in Chile.
During our previous encounter, I had gotten V’s contact information. On my way back from Valparaíso I sent her a message asking if she wanted to get together Monday for a repeat of our previous encounters. She said yes, but she would like to meet at another restaurant. No problem, but the next day she sent me a note to say that she could not make lunch, but if I would like to meet her at the café at 4:00, we could do that. I agreed and arrived about 4:30. V was there, said a few words to another client when I walked in and turned her attention to me. We chatted. I had a coffee and got 10 floor dances from her. Primed, I took her back to the hotel. Her performance was a notch lower, because she said she was very tired. Still had a good time. I didn’t want to pry into her personal life too much, but clearly she was not all there.
I walked her back to the club and we both said how much we hated that this might be the last time we see each other. She verified her contact information and asked me to write to her, which I have since done and had some pleasant exchanges. The next day I was on a plane to Lima Peru with wonderful memories.
Epilog
The Gallery
These cafes are everywhere throughout the city. For example, trolling on my own one evening I found several, including “The Gallery.” I came upon “The Gallery” a little before 8:00 pm. It is a half-circle path through a building with about five cafes next to each other. On the walkway were a large number of dark, unsavory-looking characters. Being the idiot I am, I decided to walk through the building. The girls were hanging out the doors inviting me to come in. Most looked pretty hefty, but a few looked interesting. Not easy to see, as I was more focused on those characters hanging in the hall for safety reasons. The guys hanging out in the loop did not look like café customers. I went back 30 minutes later and all the cafes were closed and there were gates across The Gallery entrance and exit. I can only guess that the guys were hanging out, waiting for their girls to get off work.
I went back the next day, earlier in the day, and the cafes were open and the unsavory characters were not seen. I did not go in this time, but was tempted and I point it out to indicate that these clubs are everywhere.
The Peter Pan Show
On another occasion I was returning to my apartment, walking alone down what was more of a wide road where a lot of locals were partying. There I stumbled across “The Peter Pan Show” where a barker was outside beckoned me in. Small risk for an interesting story, so I went in.
Through the door it smelled like a urinal. I was immediately cornered/greeted by Maria. The light was poor, but I would guess that she just crossed into her 50s. Curly hair, trim body, attractive face. She led me to the small bar through a cloud with the stench of piss. The other girls were occupied with customers, including a few that were dancing on the dance floor, so it was something of a taxi dancing environment at this moment. All of the girls were Category 5. If there were any that were higher, I didn’t see them. At the bar I bought a luke cold beer of unknown origin and Maria had a glass of sparkling wine. Trying to remember, but I think the total was about $15US for both drinks. No cover/entry fee. The bartender was an old, surly bitch that wasn’t happy with my slow responses in Spanish.
Maria led me to a small alcove across from the dance floor where she sat on my lap. Sexy body, she either puts her time in at the gym or consumes a lot of meth. She was pretty wound up, but some of that might have been being happy to snag the Gringo. We chatted briefly before she started pushing to have sex. I wasn’t comfortable just touching her. Even if she was my type, her approach was so aggressive and the atmosphere so off-putting that I tried to be polite, but I quickly made efforts to escape the situation. I have been in hard core biker bars (in my much younger days) that were cleaner.
Anyway, that was my Santiago adventure. I can recommend going and I hope to go back some day. Lots of easy, attractive women. Oh, and a few tourist sites.
I also did a street girl while I was there with disastrous results. See https://tuscl.net/article.php?id=58744.
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9 comments
You and @greanbeans have cemented your place on the Mount Rushmore of TUSCL
Those "Coffee Shops" sound like too much fun,much more fun than the Vietnamese Bikini Coffee Shops here in California.
It is amazing to me what is available in other parts of the world.
Stories like this make me want to get back into the gane...hahaha
If TJ is a 10, Santiago is an 8, primarily because the total number of putas available seems to be lower in Santiago than in TJ and they are scattered about the cafes.
Pros:
The women of Chile are beautiful and willing.
The price is less than half of the cost of TJ.
Cons:
There isn't a big selection from the standpoint of there are 4-7 girls in each café that I visited. So if you are picky, you will have to visit a lot of establishments to find the one.
Nobody speaks English, but they are familiar with Google Translate. And it is not a big deal, but you should at least know your numbers and some basics.
The cafes are more of a "dinner party" vibe as opposed the loud, "rave" vibe of most TJ clubs.
I do have to correct something…. I did NOT touch your chilean wife. I did defile (3 times) the girl with the gems on her forehead. Same cafe as Ms.Paraguay, in the “triangle”. But not your wife, never!! I do have a lil bit of decorum, just enough.
It was Fun!
So i walked those streets with ATF2 on Wednesday. She wanted to go check it out but we had to go to airport so we didn’t get to. I showed her a pic of that supercute curly hair girl from imperio…she got jealous. Lol.
GDL is next…dont get mad…ATF1 will also arrive same time as i do. ATF2 is already there. Too greedy aging? Lol. I never learn
I’ll ping u Monday
Her loss Iam sure. 😁😉