I went for the smaller cans of Jupiler today, 33cl. Those 50cl cans yesterday were hard work. 1 euro each from shop instead of 2 euros each from hotel machine. All I did yesterday was go briefly to Cine Paris and then Fifth Avenue, didn’t do anything naughty in particular, and yet still seem to have got through 121 euros. The old pervert was back in the Cine Paris. Pathetically hanging around for anyone to fumble with. He was hovering in the reception area when I arrived and as soon as I went in to stand at the back in the dark he followed me in and stood next to me. I went upstairs, he followed me upstairs; I came back down and sat down in the dark. He followed me & found me in the dark & sat next to me. Twice I moved and twice he followed and sat down next to me but then—an unusual event, out of nowhere I noticed there was a young woman in the row a few in front of me, with her top lifted and letting men touch her bosoms, while she played with their members. She came to me but only spoke Italian and French, but was trying to get me to give her money to do something with her and her “companion”, the man she had come in with. I kept saying no but she just shrugged and carried on handling me regardless. The two of them then sat together on the sofa underneath the screen that I had never noticed before; she came back to me and now pulled her trousers down and wanted me to touch her between the legs. She was offering me various things in a language I did not understand; eventually I declined and disentangled myself from her, but gave her 10 euros for the fondle at least. She seemed happy. Italian apparently. Gabriella. I left then and made my way in a state of some arousal to Fifth Avenue where I seemed to spend the next several hours, drinking myself into some kind of oblivion. Lucy was there, and so I knew I would be staying. My god, in tiny white & blue striped top with her cleavage spilling over, small black shorts over black stockings. What a picture. She followed me to my table but after buying her a red bull I moved away; she was too desirable and…so why didn’t I just do something with her? I always feel I need to be really drunk and wild before I will have sex. In the toilets by the mirror I had another little fondle with the slim black-haired Bulgarian —–, she was kissing me with her tongue and released my member from its tense confinement. Another girl walked past laughing, “Oh, a show!” I then sat with the black Brazilian girl, the one I always smile and nod at but had never spoken to before; she has got a beautiful and KIND face, I think it would be lovely to go to a room with her. Her name escapes me but I remember it was something very beautiful; like Olympia or Ayeesha. I vaguely remember buying her a red bull as well, and I think I gave her and Lucy a 10 euro note each, more as an apology for not doing anything with them. I do recall buying a double vodka & coke and being shocked to discover it was 18 euros; I sat for a long time staring at the receipt in my hands, till the manager Victor came over and explained I had had a “DOUBLE double vodka, doppel doppel”. I must have looked shocked. A McDonald’s which I must have paid for with the 100 euro note in my pocket as I see he gave me 94 euros change.
I can’t write Vienna off until I have been to the two best porn kinos, because porn kinos are the glory of Vienna for me. Just the memory of those 4 so sexy girls in Brussels on Wednesday night is overshadowing everything. I will have to work hard and be lucky in Vienna to find anything to compete with them. So, another beer. Strength, adventurer! Courage!
So, what of Saturday? Got the No.6 tram down to Fortuna. Once again two high quality films. Drunk Sex Orgy and the start of a Gabriel Pontello film (Fatzenschaft?) but no “hostesses”. Back up to Burgasse Peep. The kabin films are better than I gave them credit for (and I already had 36 euros on my card so I did not have to spend anything) but the peep girls I saw were poor, all skinny. Left quite quickly as I was hungry. Roll & pizza from station, then, crazily, a 200g steak down in the restaurant. They a new steak menu and it is better than before. I had to force myself to finish it, however, I was stuffed. Tried to sleep then but couldn’t, so had a couple of beers from minibar then up to WSK. Once again two excellent high quality films and Trekki there too. I declined her charms this time because I wanted to save it for Angelique and Manhattan bar. Angelique—really three bars in one, Large Angelique, Small Angelique and Alm Bar—Lilly was on holiday but her friend Sylvia was stunning. I resisted, even at 100 euros for half an hour, and headed on down in the rain to Manhattan. Busy with men, the whole time I was there, a lot of them Syrian looking (Westbahnhof was packed with them, it is like a refugee camp at night), and SEVERAL beautiful girls, Melissa and Andra I know from before, but a new blonde Adelina. The problem is DECIDING which one you want, and I could not, so just drink and drink then stumbled back to my hotel about 2 I think. Melissa for big breasts, Andra for big bottom, Adelina neither breasts or arse as big as the others but a little of both.
20:00 I arrive in the Café Westend. WSK has a new star, Trekki, from Slovenia but born in Vienna. She was the only girl on duty, but the WSK was busier than I’ve known it for a long time, which I don’t think was a coincidence. I wait service. The piano player is playing. No waiters coming anywhere near me. I need a drink. 20:04 and still waiting. God knows what the piano player is playing; I doubt even he knows. Ottakring, 1837. My first day in Vienna flew by like it never happened. Few beers in hotel bar, WSK, Café Westend, then no doubt I will be sleeping like a log.