Continued from The Encounter.
I rolled off her onto the other side of the bed. In Spanish I said, “No me dijiste eso. No pago para el sexo” which I was hoping translated to “You did not tell me that. I don’t pay for sex.” I got on my back and stared at the ceiling. She said everything is okay and snuggled up next to me. I got the impression that she would bang anyway, but I was no longer in the mood.
I laid there motionless and quiet, stunned, reliving the past five minutes of my life, still naked with a condom on my junk. There’s the prostitute, laying next to me. She’s probably thinking about how much money she lost on me. I felt dirty, stupid. She got up from the bed and put on her clothes. I put on my boxers and walked her out to make sure she didn’t decide to grab a snack from the refrigerator and discover my money stash in the butter compartment. No more words were exchanged between us. I went to the bathroom after she left and rinsed my mouth with Listerine and brushed my teeth, a mostly symbolic cleansing for I’m sure I already have everything that could be transmitted from mouth to mouth contact.
It’s tempting to say that I should have known, but I disagree. I’ve had some experiences with American girls which come close to the Brazilian, and when you have been bombarded with messages that Brazilians are hyper-sexual beings you figure it’s just their normal way of doing things. Plus I had too many Polar Ices.
I know what I will do next time: I will make a casual reference to being short of cash. Maybe I’ll ask her if the bar accepts credit cards or I’ll say that I’m only having one more beer because I spent all my money and can’t find an ATM. If she is a prostitute, she’ll probably ditch me immediately. Short of asking her if she is a prostitute, which may kill my chances if she isn’t one, any insinuation of being broke should do. Basically what I do now with American girls.
I had a grin on my face the next morning. What a fucked up but crazy experience to have. And all it cost me was a whole lot of sand she left behind on my bed. I’m smarter and have better prostitutite-dar than before, but I’ll be surprised if I don’t cross paths with another secret prostitute again. I’m just glad I didn’t touch her vagina with anything but my fingers.
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Obrigado….you are lucky that Rodrigo wasnt waiting outside to beat your face in since you didnt pay up……so consider this a good experience…..
PS. Their prostitutes are still sexier and more pleasant than our “hottest” bitches….
I hope you washed your hands.
funny thing about credit cards….the girls know you can draw money from ATMs and such. They will take you to one first.
Also, where I am from, some girls have portable electronically validated credit card swipes. Insane.
Just tell them you spent your last dollars to get wherever you are. You have enough for a couple of beers, and then you have to look for work tomorrow.
Yeah, Brazilians are definitely sexual beings, but as far as I’m concerned (at least from my own experiences and my friends’) we don’t jump into bed with a total stranger that easily. Kissing? Well, that’s no biggie. Sex? We’re not much for one night stands…
So beware of Brazilian girls who are not only willing to go at it within minutes of meeting you, but that also proposes it before you do. That should’ve given you enough clue!
Wrong answer. Right answer: tell her to pay you first.
Creo que las prostitutas brasileñas hablan portugués, no español.
Si pero esta prostitua habló espanol. No se por que
You rolled her over and grabbed thos hips.
I know you did.. Dirtball.
I don’t understand your attitude. Do you really think the girls you pick up for casual one-night-stands are any cleaner (or safer)than prostitutes? They may have had more unprotected sex than most prostitutes.A prostitute who takes care of herself may even be a safer lay.Who cares, if you use a condom anyway (as you should all the time)?