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09-26-2005, 03:32 PM
Russian Sexpots and the Pooka
Back in 2003 I went to Gaspanic, Yokohama with a large group of workmates and other guys. Gaspanic is a large club that plays mainstream hip hop and pop stuff and is famous for being a major foreign guy-japanese girl pickup, having a ‘you must be drinking at all times rule’ and being the place where russian hostesses go after work.
So there we are, drinking away and trying at various degrees of success at doing the ‘pick up’.
Around 1am a group of foreign (non-japanese) girls enter. Varying from very average to this blonde STUNNER in a tight short cat suit that was unzipped, with a bikini underneath. Like every guy in the club must have stopped, looked and popped wood at this girl.
Night goes on and I go looking for one of the guys in my group, this New Yorken. I find him at the bar chatting up a very average older looking russian girl. I stand near him and order my drinks, making the obligitory small talk/wingman stuff. Anyway I get my drink and here a russian accented ‘hello’. I turn around and come face to face with the aforementioned cat suit super stunner. ‘Gwa gwa gwa’ must have been my initial reply, but we get talking.
And talking.
And drinks buying.
She tells me she is a russian teacher in Japan (but I suspect hostess, but also didnt much care, she was YUMMY).
And drinking.
And grinding on the dance floor.
And kissing and groping at a table.
And my friends keep coming up and giving the whole sly handshake well done Pooka thing. Other guys, Japanese and foreign alike are either staring jealously or talking to me.
For a few hours, with this fricking supermodel by my side I am the mo-fuckin’ MAN. Even Craig, my Nova branches ultimate playboy, eventually fired for nailing at LEAST 15 students had some choice congratulatories for me. I ruled Gaspanic that night.
Then she goes to the bathroom. While she’s gone these two aussie dudes wander up and start chatting to me. By this point I’m entering alcohol soaked stupidity warp factor 5. And they begin telling me stupid shit.
‘Dude shes a hostess, she wants money from you.’
‘Dude shes only talking to you because you’re buying her drinks.’
‘Dude get rid of her before she steals your wallet.’
Etc.
Outright crap from two jealous little twats right? Except… I fricking BELIEVE them!
My little russian sex goddess returns and I tell her that I’m going to talk to my friends, and she will have to chat up some other poor schmuk for drinks, because I wasn’t falling for her games anymore.
And thats how the king of Gaspanic came crashing down to earth. For the next few weeks I got nothing but crap from all the guys I went with.
To rub salt in, at the end of the night as I was leaving she came up to me one last time and said ‘Bye Pooka, hope you had a good night’ and blew me a kiss, then wandered of.
Back in 2003 I went to Gaspanic, Yokohama with a large group of workmates and other guys. Gaspanic is a large club that plays mainstream hip hop and pop stuff and is famous for being a major foreign guy-japanese girl pickup, having a ‘you must be drinking at all times rule’ and being the place where russian hostesses go after work.
So there we are, drinking away and trying at various degrees of success at doing the ‘pick up’.
Around 1am a group of foreign (non-japanese) girls enter. Varying from very average to this blonde STUNNER in a tight short cat suit that was unzipped, with a bikini underneath. Like every guy in the club must have stopped, looked and popped wood at this girl.
Night goes on and I go looking for one of the guys in my group, this New Yorken. I find him at the bar chatting up a very average older looking russian girl. I stand near him and order my drinks, making the obligitory small talk/wingman stuff. Anyway I get my drink and here a russian accented ‘hello’. I turn around and come face to face with the aforementioned cat suit super stunner. ‘Gwa gwa gwa’ must have been my initial reply, but we get talking.
And talking.
And drinks buying.
She tells me she is a russian teacher in Japan (but I suspect hostess, but also didnt much care, she was YUMMY).
And drinking.
And grinding on the dance floor.
And kissing and groping at a table.
And my friends keep coming up and giving the whole sly handshake well done Pooka thing. Other guys, Japanese and foreign alike are either staring jealously or talking to me.
For a few hours, with this fricking supermodel by my side I am the mo-fuckin’ MAN. Even Craig, my Nova branches ultimate playboy, eventually fired for nailing at LEAST 15 students had some choice congratulatories for me. I ruled Gaspanic that night.
Then she goes to the bathroom. While she’s gone these two aussie dudes wander up and start chatting to me. By this point I’m entering alcohol soaked stupidity warp factor 5. And they begin telling me stupid shit.
‘Dude shes a hostess, she wants money from you.’
‘Dude shes only talking to you because you’re buying her drinks.’
‘Dude get rid of her before she steals your wallet.’
Etc.
Outright crap from two jealous little twats right? Except… I fricking BELIEVE them!
My little russian sex goddess returns and I tell her that I’m going to talk to my friends, and she will have to chat up some other poor schmuk for drinks, because I wasn’t falling for her games anymore.
And thats how the king of Gaspanic came crashing down to earth. For the next few weeks I got nothing but crap from all the guys I went with.
To rub salt in, at the end of the night as I was leaving she came up to me one last time and said ‘Bye Pooka, hope you had a good night’ and blew me a kiss, then wandered of.