I sat at the bar and did my token smiling eyes as cute girls came in my proximity. Then I took her hand and led her back to my hotel room.
When I got to my hotel room, she immediately hopped into the shower. “Need money eat.” She then motioned to her stomach.
I found a nice looking backpack and I was able to talk them down to 8$. “What a steal.” I thought, so proud of myself for finding something I really needed.
Little did I know that a month later it would start coming apart to the point that I could not use it any more.
I haven’t payed for any girls since I arrived here.” The Australian doctor laughed.
The words of the doctor had been echoing in my head “Most of these girls will spend the night with you for 20 American dollars.” It didn’t seem possible that a girl would agree to sex for such a little sum of money, I decided to go and test it out. I had recognized a couple from other nights in that bar. She was dressed in a sexy dress (much more pro looking than how she dressed with me). Had this girl I had been “dating” been a prostitute? “No these are just my friends, it’s Amaya’s birthday.” She pointed to one of her friends. I don’t know if it was the drought because I had been sick and then, been faithful to the beautiful smile girl, the fact that I now thought she was a hooker or all three, but I felt like I had to have that girl.
I gamed her and then bounced back to my normal spot.
Everything worked well and she came over to me wondering why I had left her. She told me and I just waited at the bar until she finished.He got in front of her and started talking to her in a very serious tone.I’m not sure exactly what he said, but I’m sure it was something like: “If you try to go through me with that knife, I will use it to kill you.” The way he was speaking made it more likely it was probably that or more intense. I asked if she wanted to come with me after work, but she made some random excuses. I spent the day working then went back to my usual spot for the night to grab a drink.It was clear that most of these girls were pro and even my beautiful smile girl was dressed like a pro tonight. It wasn’t even the fact she was a pro or semi-pro that bothered me, it was the lying. I was crushed, but it gave me new vigor to go and enjoy the night so I went to a new bar. I explained over and over again that I’m not looking to buy a prostitute. She would shake her head yes that she understood every time I said it.I left and I never returned any of her calls or messages again. This one had various bars surrounding a bunch of pool tables. On top of it her rack looking amazing in her short black dress. I started teasing her and making simple jokes that she would understand with her limited English. I started kinoing (touching) and she responded perfectly. I felt like I had tested the waters well enough and I went back to my first girl from Cambodia, the girl with the beautiful smile. “I have a girl I’ve been seeing the last few days, she’s always so happy just to do something for me, it’s really sweet.” “How much are you paying her? “Sooner or later you are going to find out it is much easier to just pay.