Donna is a refugee from Royal in North Hills.
Royal apparently changed hands and got rid of some really nice girls, one of whom was Donna. Fortunately I had the foresight to get her number so I could keep track of her if she ever went MIA.
Donna may not be for everyone, but I like her fine. She\'s well-proportioned, tiny and cherubic with short legs, pale skin, a Hitler complex and a large plain face with a perpetual lack of expression. But when she gets her fuck-face on, it\'s a thing to behold (kind of reminds me of Ice-Cube when he tries to look mean). Her service is above average (her HJ is particularly good), everything covered, puts on a respectable show of enthusiasm, likes to kiss* (*but it\'s a scrunched up granny kiss, as if YOU\'RE the one who\'s been blowing guys all day) and today she let me ream her pussy with my hand. I also went down on her which has been a recent developing trend in my mongering of late. Last but not least, she can also be a little loud and overbearing.
On my previous encounter at Royal, Donna suggested that we go out for a snack in K-Town after work. We consumed a large amount of sushi and saki and then went to her apartment whereupon she busted out some walnuts, raisins, barbecued dried squid and a six-pack of Coors Light. I took care of the squid and walnuts and Donna demolished the better part of the six pack. During which she chain-smoked and chattered excessively about her struggle with alcohol and gambling. I\'ve got a few dark corners myself, but I usually don\'t put them all on the table on the first date. And I can usually hold my own with even the most talkative people, but when Donna lets her hair down, she consumes all the oxygen in the room. It wasn\'t until she popped two different sedatives that she finally began to slow down. When she started nodding out and slurring her speech, I realized I wasn\'t going to make a first down, it was time to say goodnight and from here on out, our relationship would be all business.
A couple weeks later, I caught up with her at Blue Spa and the session was even better than the ones at Royal with no residual weirdness from our \"date\". However, you do pay a price when you initiate an outside-the-shop relationship with an AMP girl and Donna was quick to cash in at the close of our session.
Donna: \"Honey. I\'m hungry. I haven\'t had anything to eat all day. Can you bring me something?\"
Me:\"Uh...sure. What would you like?\"
Donna: \"I like In-and-Out Burger\".
I pulled out my iPhone and searched for the nearest location....Porter Ranch.
Me: \"That isn\'t exactly in the neighborhood. Can I get you something else?\"
Donna: \"I can\'t eat any other kind of hamburger. Honey! I\'m hungry! I haven\'t had anything to eat all day.\"
I relented and it turns out Donna is some kind of In-and-Out Burger connoisseur. She wanted one of their gourmet, off-the-menu, custom burgers. The problem is, her English isn\'t all that great and I couldn\'t understand what she was asking for. So using a combination of online menus and her Korean-to-English computer translator, I get her order dialed in and I\'m on my way to Porter fucking Ranch. Just when I\'m two steps from the door, I\'m accosted by the mamasan and masseuse #2 who have apparently gotten wind of the new delivery service and want to place an order too.
Donna: \"HONEY! HURRY! I\'M HUNGRY. I HAVEN\'T....\"
Me: \"Hold your horses, I heard you the first two times. Now what can I get for you two ladies?\"
It turns out that the mamasan is another In-and-Out aficionado and wants something exotic that isn\'t on the menu and her English is worse than Donna\'s, so out comes the iPhone and pocket translator once again.
15 minutes later I roll up on In & Out and the drive-thru line is overflowing out into the street and it\'s packed inside too. Maybe the Rolling Stones are performing there today. What\'s with this place? It smells kind of good too. I gave up eating fast food garbage years ago and I\'m now a bit of closet health food snob. But the ladies\' near-religious obsession with this place and the standing-room-only, sold out crowd has got me curious. Maybe I should try it. Hmmm. It only took one bite for me to remember why I stopped eating this disgusting crap years ago. But I ate the whole burger and an order of fries too while contemplating how decadent I\'ve become lately: I broke up with my lovely girlfriend, I\'m eating hamburgers and prostitutes and oh yeah.....I forgot to wash the vagina juice off my hands.