I was thinking to give Gascogne another try on this trip; expecting nothing, just out of masochism, and the fact it is right next to my hotel so easy place for a nightcap. At least Empire has a proper non-stop walkway strip show (topless only). At Gascogne the girls do a little twirl around a pole then come to you for tips; no, fuck off. But anyway, it is closed. Whether temporary for refurbishment of the building or permanently, I cannot say; there is plastic fencing around the building, and scaffolding so might just be refurbishment to stop the building from collapsing. Empire is free entry but 10 euros for small 25cl beers, whereas Gascogne is 20 euros entry with 2 free drinks, so it works out much the same. Empire has a real star in the shape of the Indian-Hungarian Jennifer though, the most fabulous figure you will ever see, and Gascogne as far as I know doesn’t.
So Wednesday night after my return from Nuremberg, it was so late by the time I left the hotel I headed straight to Fifth Avenue. Inna behind the bar pulling beers. Then later by the urinals. She was sweet, and simpatico, tactile, so I think she must have a good feeling towards me since our encounter; I myself, as I said, have no memory of it. Later, as she returned behind the bar, she touched my arm with her hand; another good sign. She is the ONLY girl there now of any interest. It is sad. Fifth Avenue now IS Inna. Back in my first discovery of the place there would always be 4 or 5 alternatives. Now just her. Really sad. I think the terrorisms has scared off so many quality girls. Inna went to the room quite soon with another man, so I left at that point and headed down to Ciné Paris. The doors were open but the lady was hovering and the cinema lights were on, and the show had already finished. It was only just after 10pm. Down to Empire but no girls of any interest—no Manuela & no Jennifer that means—so I left after 1 beer. So another cheap day in Brussels. In Nuremberg the kabins were closed so I just had 3 beers in Bella Napoli and that was it. In Brussels just the beers in Fifth Avenue, but Ciné Paris was closed, so two very cheap nights. Still 225 euros in my pocket for Thursday and Friday.
I have repaired the damage with —–, I hope I can too repair the damage with Jennifer in Brussels Empire. I need those naked breasts in my face, that arse on my lap.
So no miracle in Brussels but a very revelatory day, and a very enjoyable one. My faith in Brussels restored I cannot wait to come back at the first opportunity. There were some great looking street girls again, I really enjoyed Cine Paris and I even think Empire is a great place to end every night after all. After midnight it starts to get really busy (at least 10 customers, which makes it seem busy). If Jennifer had not totally blanked me I was all set to spend a fortune taking her for a private dance even; no doubt, she couldn’t care less. She charges more than the other girls, but really doesn’t seem to like me! Because I never spend money probably. Now, 1130am in the hotel lounge, 3 hours to kill till I make my way back to Midi for my 352pm Eurostar home.
With my usual madness, after my Boston Steak I crossed over and got a Domino’s Pizza to take back to the hotel. I didn’t manage to finish it, I’m pleased to say. Then, incredibly, I decided to go straight back out again! It was after 10pm now and I thought I’d catch the end of the Cine Paris show, and to my amazement the films really turned me on. I say to my amazement, but actually these late night returns when I’m feeling woozy and half asleep usually are the sexiest. I’m in no hurry to rush anywhere else, so I can just sink down in the dark and enjoy the films, half-dozing. When the lights came on and the manager turned me out, I “adjusted my dress” and headed down to Empire and amazingly the girls really turned me on. Yes, it is a travesty, a strip club where the girls don’t take their knickers off (even in private dance) but with their skimpy knickers they look naked enough and I found I enjoyed the show a lot. I think —————– put me in such an energised mood I was able to enjoy everything. Or maybe it was just being back in Brussels after disappointing trips to Vienna and Berlin, making me realise I should enjoy Brussels, as the grass is not greener on the other (German & Austrian) side. And I have to say that Indian-Hungarian Jennifer is one of the sexiest strippers I have ever seen in my life, topless only or not. She has the most incredible figure. Unfortunately all the girls seem to avoid asking me if I want a 5 euro dance at my chair after stepping off stage; perhaps because of too many refusals in the past, which was incredibly frustrating because I was in the mood to splash my cash on them for a change. The only girls who asked me were the ones I didn’t fancy, the 2 or 3 I did fancy asked the men to my left and to my right and steadfastly ignored ME! So frustrating!
Earlier I had left Fifth Avenue thinking there is no point coming here, it is rubbish, dead. Yet returning at night it seemed an incredibly sexy place again—mainly I think because I was now feeling randy. I found I fancied Emily, Inna and Paloma. I wanted to go with all of them but was just worried I’d drunk too much. Instead I left and went with Beatrice, but once in the room I found her cold and unfriendly. On to Empire and there was the sexy little brunette Manuela, half Spanish half Romanian. After watching her dance on stage, and a 5 euro lap dance in my chair I went upstairs with her for 30 minutes for 150 euros—just to see what happens. It turns out to be a non-stop private dance basically but much more close and personal than downstairs. Still she keeps her knickers on, and still my trousers must remain zipped up, but you can touch the girl. She sat with me for a while and we discussed why men are so stupid to spend such huge amounts of money for basically nothing. She talked about the window girls of Rue d’Aerschot and the street girls of Rue des Commercants, and why don’t men go there instead where they can get so much more for so much less money, and was “impressed” that I knew so much about them and how much they cost! It was a very pleasant half hour with a gorgeous sexy girl with a lovely simpatico personality. At 150 euros I don’t think I will repeat the experience! But I am very glad I did it this time. She most certainly is girlfriend material.
Well, I managed to do more in one day yesterday than I did in entire 6 day stay in January. I went to Churchill’s English Pub, Six Nations Pub, Delirium Monasterium, A La Mort Subite, Cine Paris, Café Jimmy, Fifth Avenue, went with mega-bosomed Turkish Zinip in Rue d’Aerschot after a spell in the Sexyworld kabins, had Brussels Grill steak. Then came back to bed, but unable to sleep, I thought sod it, let’s go back out again. Zinip had given me the desire to see MORE naked women. So after a couple more beers I RETURNED to Cine Paris, returned to Fifth Avenue—how much sexier and exciting the same streets feel at night—went with Beatrice, went to Empire and FINALLY took a girl upstairs for 150 euros, Manuela. Got through about 396 euros in the day.