Inviting girls from the escort service in Tbilisi was a great idea for us! We were able to put one on a bar, making her a more than pretty helper of a bartender. The second escorts Tbilisi girl was put to be a meeter-greeter because we had, like, 100 guests in total and people were endlessly coming and going. The first thing that they saw at our party as they entered the building was a beautiful girl and that fact immediately raised the mood of the guests. At least, men. And some women, for sure.
Six more girls from the Russian escort Tbilisi agency were put to be dancers across the area. Our house has open planning and there are several sites outside the walls, on the yard, where people would also gather. Their dancing activity, sexuality, and affectionate smiles made the crowd entangled with the idea of dancing and having fun. And that was great because we didn’t want to have a boring soiree where people with glasses in their hands would just chat with one another and that would be super boring. No, our format was vigorous dancing music, beer and wine in plastic cups, cheered dudes, and a very friendly ambiance of the event, where everyone hangs out and chills really classy. So the dancers with their smooth and fit bodies were a true pleasure for everyone’s eyes. I was personally mesmerized watching their dance moves, a lot of opened skin with pretty small dancing pieces of apparel, and super fit legs, which I’d personally love to lick up and down, all ways around.
Four other VIP Tbilisi girls were guest entertainers — it’s when a girl sees a guy or girl who seems to be bored or sad and they start chatting to find out what’s the reason and how they could cheer ‘em up. That totally works with guys (our audience was young, from 20 to 35). Sometimes, it works with girls, too, but we wouldn’t bet on it.
Finally, two other ladies were helping a deejay (more with an affectionate look of naked breasts with sexy round tips of the nipples), and one more was a waitress, serving our VIP lounge. We specifically chose a super hot waitress because the drinks and snacks she delivered to the VIP guys were not free of charge and she was enticing them to order more by sitting next to them, on their lap, nice taking, and wiggling her tail every now and then to visually seduce them and arouse their imagination. Although some of these guys came with their gals, I was glad to notice that they actively switched their attention to Lana, the waiter. So the result of her work in a VIP lounge zone for just one night was over 150,000 dollars and that is seriously above even the best average.
Standing on the elevated balcony somewhere 10 meters above the dancing crowd, with an e-cigarette in one hand and a glass of Jack Daniel’s in another, I was enjoying this moment, where everything was finely organized. The walkie-talkie hanging on my waistband was silent, which meant that everything was running error-free and nobody needed my assistance (what a rare moment, indeed).
I caught myself thinking about one of the escorts Tbilisi girls, who was dancing on the site in front of me. Her smile was very pleasant and completely adorable, just like Emma Watson’s. You realize once you see it: affectionate, sincere, lovable, and totally nice. She was dancing with several guys, bending her body to occasionally touch their bodies with her thigh, breast, hand, or another part. That invigorated the dance and made everyone be enjoyed by the time they were having. Her tanned body was braced with a sparkling golden top, which only covered her breasts (so tightly that it rather exposed the tits with standing nipples, not covered them). The top had opened shoulders and back. Her white pants exposed the slimness of her ass and legs. A flat belly with 4 cubes on it showed the love of that chick for a gym. I was simply enjoying watching her, inhaling the e-cigarette and exhaling small clouds of vape into the starry sky. The moves of this girl and that positive effect that she was making on everyone around were so genuine that for several minutes, I lost myself in daydreaming about her, forgetting she was a professional entertainer and that was her job. My immersion into the moment was interrupted by a revived transceiver, which spat out muffled murmuring of some problem that I had to solve. So I threw the last sight at the girl and went inside the building. The party was great and my business was to keep it that way.