Papa New Guinea – The flag that I refused.

I’m in Mexico City, I’ve been here a few days, and it’s a strange city, I can’t quite get my head around it… I’m having a good time, mostly due to some cool people that I’ve met at the hostel I’m staying at.

One morning, I’m sitting at breakfast, and a short dumpy girl of unknown ethnicity sits down next to me, and starts conversation, I find out she’s from papa new guinea and she’s very cheeky. She asks what I’m doing that night, and I tell her, Lucha Libre wrestling in the evening then on to La condessa for drinks. I’m purposely being a cunt, more so than normal, partially because I don’t want her to come, as I’m meant to meet a stunning local bird I met on the plane… later that night, she spots me at the bar, I’m talking to 2 Japanese birds who I have invited to the wrestling. She asks if she can join, and the 2 japs tell her to come along.

She’s boring as fuck, and ugly to boot, a very low 6. Not unforgivable, but better than the last few birds I’ve seen Krauser hitting on in Mexico.

We go to the wrestling, which is amazing and afterwards the japs break off and head back to the hostel…. leaving me with the trashbat. I tell her I’m heading to meet a friend, and she mysteriously follows me.

We get to the bar, my friend texts me and tells me she’s not coming, but invites me to a party the following night. The Png is getting drunk, she’s buying me tequila shots and keeps touching me. All this time, she’s telling me what an Arsehole I am, and how I should be nicer to girls. I turn the douchebag up to ’11′ and tell her I wouldn’t fuck her with a stolen penis, try to pass her off on blokes around me. Nothing works, she just wants me more and more.

She tries to kiss me, and I pull away, telling her I want to fuck a hot girl tonight… I’m redlining the arsehole meter tonight, her eyes are wide and she can’t stop looking at me. She tells me she wants me to take her home and fuck her again and again. I keep telling her no.

The truth is thus – I do not want to fuck this girl. She’s way below my quality threshold. But I’m enjoying watching her squirm and I’m having great fun teasing her. I’m getting drunk and eventually tell her if she asks nicely, says please (and buys me another shot of Don Julio resposado) I’ll let her suck my cock when we get back to the hostel. She says she wants more than that, and I tell her I don’t think so.

She buys the shot as the bar is closing, we get into a taxi, and she’s climbing all over me. I’m still refusing to kiss her, she tells me that once she gives me her famous blowjob, I’ll be desperate to fuck her. I tell her that we will see…. She tells me again what a horrible arsehole/bastard I am and how I’ve been a prick to her since the moment I met her.

Fair to say that the hamster wheel is well and truly spinning off its axis.

We get back to the hostel, and I take her to the well known secret spot. She gets to work and actually gives a fantastic blowjob. Its dark, I can imagine the Mexican girl from the plane and soon enough she looks like a bad bukkake film. Or a plasterers radio. Pick your favourite.

She’s on her knees, looking up at me, with 3 big shoestrings across her face. It’s dark. I pull up my strides and walk out of the room. I knew I wasn’t going to fuck her, even for the flag.

I have the feeling that she preferred it that way… If I had have taken care of her, given her a towel and sent her to bed, the story would have been ruined. Now she can tell her girlfriends about this arsehole alpha, who called her names, refused to kiss her, came on her face then left the room, saying nothing.

One to tell her grandkids.