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Interview with Bianca [Repost]
Posted: 2006-02-23, 2:31 am

axxxtw Founder
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We stumbled across the following report whilst trolling the web---it was, according to the author in a followup post in the thread, originally posted here. We didn't remember it. We then checked to see if it was indeed in our old archives. It was, indeed;-)

It makes for interesting, thoughtful, reading of the type that we're not seeing enough of around here these days ;-)

Enjoy.

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Interview with Bianca (complete) [Trip Report]
Posted by michaelo on April 09, 2003 at 05:55

Interview with Bianca

Let me say, right up front, why I'm writing this. This was what Bianca first asked me about, when we met. The answer is the theme of this piece.

I am having my second mid-life crisis, and I'm not even 47 years old, yet. I have been monogamously married for the last 23 years. I am in my favorite city on planet Earth, Amsterdam. I had occasionally mused to my Good Spouse, Susan, that someday, I was going to hire an Amsterdam window girl, but just to get to know her a bit, and then write about it.

Well, someday is here. No time like the present, as we say.

I'm writing this because I think people will be interested to read it. Even the people who will talk behind your back are curious; they still want to know all about your business.

Bianca wanted to know what made me tick, the "man behind the dick," as much as I wanted to know that about her. It made for fascinating conversation.

The setting, from what I observed: The kamer is a double, on the second story, above street level. Betty Boop was perched in the corner of the window, and Bianca sat above on a stool, chatting on a cell phone. She caught my eye, and waved hi cheerfully. I waited on the street until Bianca finished her conversation; after all, I was seven minutes early, having made absolutely sure to have found the right place. The wrapped bouquet in my arms brought smiles from every other girl working the windows on the building front.

Soon Bianca waved me up, and opened the door at the top of the front steps. She greeted me with a handshake, and welcomed me in. I smiled hello to her kamer colleague, and walked to the room at the end of the hall, as Bianca directed. She offered me a drink; water, thank you. She also watered the sunflowers in a bucket in the adjoining back kitchen. (Her kamer colleague knocked and walked through to the kitchen once during our session. Bianca laughed and explained, "I told her if she heard us talking, she could come through, but if we were quiet, we were busy!") "Why?" she asked, when I told her the flowers were sunflowers (it was something her expression revealed she already knew). "Because I come from North Dakota, where we grow sunflowers, too, and it's a sunny day in April in Amsterdam, and I'm pleased to meet you."

In the bedroom were two sitting chairs, a sink, a bed table and a bed. (The bed was a European double bed, with a wooden, horizontal frame, and a suspended, soft mattress.) Red neon light bathed the room, back-lit in blacklight. In the glow, the bedspread was a pattern of red and black.
Above the bed, an erotic image. On the bedside table, condoms. Red packaging.

On the bed sat Bianca. She was wearing a black bikini top. The bottom was a naughty, lace shorty-short, black, the kind that Betty Boop might wear. Bianca has a nice ass. She wore her hair up. I did not get Bianca's eye color; I was too busy listening to her speak when I looked into her eyes. She patted the bed next to her and said, "Come sit on the bed. I'm not comfortable sitting in the chairs."

Outside, Bianca's kamer is in the best building on the block, facing Ruysdaelkade in de Pijp, which is the matter over which Bianca and I happened to meet. The kamer window is framed by a rounded, red awning. It's easy to find; stay on the canal between Albert Cuypstraat and Ceintuurbaan. Bianca had attracted my interest because she posted to the Axxx internet site, "Why do people make long journeys to unfamiliar cities like Alkmaar, when an alternative to the main RLD is so close by, right in Amsterdam? You have to find the street, either way."

Bianca's post especially caught my eye, because she is a member of an internet message board serving the same clients whom Bianca serves. I thought it was cool that the object of many men's posted desires communicates directly back with them on the board, kind of like Margo does. (Margo of Cowboy Junkies, but that's another story.) Bianca told me later that she's the only service provider who communicates directly with her clients on this particular board, although she presumes that there are lots of other girls reading the board, too. She does not outwardly promote herself; rather, as a board member, she simply starts or contributes to on-line discussions. Bianca is highly-rated by her customers there, but there was a personality I felt attracted to, and it came out in Bianca's writing. I didn't want to meet just any window girl. I wanted to meet Bianca. I wanted to meet one of the very best girls in Amsterdam.

First we talked about the internet as a communications medium. There we were, alone together in person, having just met on the internet. This once was an exotic concept, but it's now becoming more commonplace. It's also part of Bianca's business plan. Her clientele is about 40% tourists, and 60%
locals. The internet brought this tourist all the way from North Dakota to find the RLD in de Pijp, as I was intrigued by Bianca's posted question. We talked at some point about the business end of the business, such as taxes, yada, yada. Keeping books on expenses. "Makeup and clothes, sure," said Bianca, "but I might go through 3 condoms in one session; how am I supposed to keep track of that?"

I learned so much from Bianca about the subject of Dutch tolerance. I am humbled to have been provided with an entirely different point of view, and from a person who lives and deals directly with the subject matter. I had thought, been told actually, that the famed Dutch tolerance is what makes the massively-congested Dutch society work. Bianca explained that in her view, tolerance means "if not in your backyard." People behind your back whisper. Imagine for a moment an obviously transsexual man walking into a coffeeshop. People, by their very human nature, nudge and whisper and point. That's how it is to be a working girl. Imagine the scorn of loved family members, one of whom patronizes the girls of Alkmaar, but then puts Bianca down. "In an intolerant country," Bianca said, "you know how people feel. Here, everybody is laughing at you. It makes for more psychology patients than in other countries. Are you happy with it, is what they should be asking." She said her family will never change their minds about her, even after she stops working. I wonder if this is how Dutch culture keeps their men in line, by scorning the women who meet their needs. But, we both agreed, it is their problem. "I enjoy what I do, and I have no regret in making this choice, never."

Psychology is Bianca's field of study. This is apt, fitting. There's an old joke somewhere that prostitution provides the same service as psychiatry, except you get laid, too, and it costs less. Bianca's specialty is hypnotherapy. "I want to be a master," she said. She finishes her studies in September, and then must test for her certification. She's planning to continue window work only until September; and after that, she will be providing only escort services. She hopes her good reputation will follow her into her new career, and she is prepared to invest years of her time to become established, "like Dr. Phil." We agreed on the value of word-of-mouth advertising.

I asked her why she uses a Betty Boop doll. It's a symbol she puts in her kamer window to let people know that she's in her room. The curtain may be closed, and she may be busy. But, if the doll is there, clients can know that Bianca is there, and hopefully they will wait. She spotted the Betty Boop doll as a prize at a carnival. Bianca knew instantly that Betty Boop would be her symbol. "She's a lady!" Bianca exclaimed, but with a short dress and a garter around her thigh. "She's a naughty lady, who does not know what effect she has on a man. That's the same with me, or that's the game that I like to play." Bianca said she's different from other girls. "I like what I
am doing, I like to play the game, and I care about the person."

Bianca also felt she was "digging her own grave." When asked to elaborate, she continued, "this kind of work builds a bond with a customer. A lot of guys are
afraid of a 'girlfriend' experience. A lot of guys are coming here just to lay, they are looking for a more, ah, ah, English please?"

"Compliant girl?" I offered.

"Yes, exactly. Many men are afraid of a strong, independent woman. Knowing her customers better is part of Bianca's business plan, but it is also "my own grave," she concluded.

We talked about men bragging about their conquests. "Hey guys, you are dealing with humans, not just meat or hookers," Bianca stated. When she had her own website, she got 1200-1500 visitors per day, more than a comparable professional website. She has worked in the past at a "privehuis" (private house). She shared with me that she had gotten started in her home, after some personal business involving a past marriage. Bianca told me this when I asked her about her nickname, "delekkerste." Bianca laughed, "it was given to me." The men who came to her home found her hot. "'You're delekkerste,' they'd tell me." When Bianca says it in Dutch, it sounds like a cross between "delicious" and "licorice." The way she said it made Dutch a very sexy language.

(By the way, Bianca asked me if the term, "hot," wasn't just a "meat" term. "Sure, in America, we use the term, 'you're hot,' as a meat term. But can you imagine the good fortune for a man to discover a woman with a personality like yours, a strong and independent woman, as you say, who's also *hot*?" Bianca giggled, and hugged my arm. It felt nice.)

At the end, we talked about sex. This was very considerate of Bianca to bring up. She wanted to make sure, before I left, my having come all this way to see her, that I would not be disappointed in my choice not to have sex with her. She was not trying to sell extra services; but rather, she was making sure that I would not leave regretting my choice. The opposite is true; I am delighted and charmed, and I had a wonderful time with Bianca. I even told her about one of my sexual piccadillos, matter-of-factly, simply in the context of conversation. As I had thought, she had heard that one before, and she was very supportive in talking it out further with me. We then talked about how my visiting with Bianca was something I had kept "above board" in my communication with my wife. I had copied Susan on my e-mails with Bianca, and had pointed this out to Bianca in the e-mails. Bianca wanted to make sure she wouldn't get any "homewrecker" e-mail. (This has happened, and we both laughed about
it.) Bianca said that she personally doesn't believe in monogamy, that people were made to have many sexual partners, in her view. To support her point, she told me about a species of ape, the bonobo, that uses sex to communicate, at one point laying back on the bed and demonstrating the auto-erotic gesture she was describing. I told Bianca that with respect to my marriage relationship, the issue was not sex, but trust. Bianca's eyes told me that she understood what I meant. I also thanked her for respecting my wishes, to which I quickly added, "but of course, it was what I requested."

In concluding our conversation, I said to Bianca that I would not rule out having sex with her, but perhaps another time? Bianca said yes when I asked if I may see her again. However, I do think that talking and writing once again would simply be wasting each other's time. If I should come calling on Bianca again in her kamer, I will want to have sex with her. It will be an important way to get to know her even better. I'd best discuss this with my Good Spouse, when I get home.

michaelo
Amsterdam
7/8 April 2003
with sincere thanks to Bianca

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Re: Interview with Bianca [Repost]
Posted: 2006-02-24, 3:13 am

MikeDeHavillandSupporting Member
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You could have asked me. I remember it very well. It was about a month after I first started mongering (and posting under my first generation name).

It was inflential in forming my early impressions of the girls and their habits. I still do it, so it must have been a positive efect.

I wonder if he did go back and do the business.
Re: Interview with Bianca [Repost]
Posted: 2006-02-27, 7:58 pm

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Heyy - I remember this from a previous incarnation, too. Good on yer - it's a very good read.
Re: Interview with Bianca [Repost]
Posted: 2006-02-28, 7:54 pm

Peter's Wife
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Great read. Well written. I missed it last time around. Thanks for reposting.

P.W.
Re: Interview with Bianca [Repost]
Posted: 2006-03-13, 4:06 am

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Holy cats and dogs. I'm stunned to drop in here and find this reposted. Tough to collect my thoughts-- I'll respond with this: a year ago, on my most recent visit to Amsterdam, I reconnoitered Club Bianca. This after discovering its existence after lurking on this board. Took the correct tram; walked around until I found the narrow building. Went inside. Had a word with the lady managing. Identified myself as "the story guy." Learned that Miss Bianca would not be in until late that night, after the trams toward my room stopped running. Too far to walk; screw the taxis.

Pondering all this that night, I almost went anyway. (I was not entirely sure that the Club's Bianca would be "my" Bianca.) But I remembered that last paragraph I wrote back then, paraphrased: if I should go to see Bianca again in her kamer (privehuis), it would be to have sex. I'd already written about her; what more is to be said, absent the sexual experience to report?

I got in big trouble with my wife about that last paragraph, even before I got home. I'm still not sure she entirely buys the logic I attributed to Dutch sensibilities rubbing off on me. I would dearly love to meet Bianca again, but preferably over coffee to discuss Dr. Phil. Surely, sex with Bianca would be a delight, but my girlfriend experience is still satisfied by my wife of 26 years. The sex part, anyway. Just between "girlfriends": Bianca, I shall never forget you. I am forever touched that you waited for me in street clothes the next day. Be well, Delekkerste.

Sincerely,
Michael
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