...AND GET FUCKED FOR 60 BONES??? Hang on...let sit back, relax, have a beer, give it some thougths then shoot it. Be honest!

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I WOULDN'T!
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I think you've got to put this in more of the light in which las chicas live.

If you had no more than a Jr. High School education, unemployment of 70%, wages of $5 per day, no chance for advancement, and someone who could care less about you as a SO......

Would you kiss, suck face, suck nipples, lick pussy, and fuck like hell for $60 per half hour???

Let's switch the parameters a bit....Since this is the US...I would ask would you YOU LICK BALLS, SUCK DICK, SPREAD YOUR LEGS FOR $200.00 for 15 minutes or until the customer cums-whichever comes first! "Knock Knock!"

If the pay/purchasing power obtained was translated into American Equitable Value maybe someone without mental or personal resources might be willing to sell themselves..especially if they were easy on the eyes.

Hey Prieto,

That 200 dollar figure is probably low. From most accounts these girls, with little or no skills, would be making somewhere in the neighborhood of 5 bucks a day. The standard street girl is asking 20 bucks for 15 minutes...so if 20 bucks is roughly 4 times what she would be making in a day...figure a regular US job...even on the shit side would be about a hundred bucks a day...it would be more like 400 hundred bucks for that 15 minute session.

GUYs i have seen some of you mongers, and i think these girls deserve the $60 dollars for half hour, damn i think they deserve as much as they can get out of anyone, just think of like this, you take a girl in the states out for a movie and dinner, that will cost ya $100 dollars easily, and you be lucky if she gives you a kiss, so i think the price of $50 to a $60 is not bad

Felix,

Its all relative. 90% of the chicas in the ZN will happily do you for $40.

What I read in your post is a lot of self loathing.

Explorer,

90% of the chicas in the ZN I wouldn't do if THEY PAID ME $40.

But oh...that 10%!

I'll do all any chica club if she is willing to pay me my fee ranging from $10 for a hottie to $2000 for buttest ugliest one.
Then I'll use the money to pay for an overseas trip or place bets at Caliente.

Id make them wash first.

Athos, even the humongous lady that dances at various clubs? Wow, you must really want to travel.

I'd do Titzilla for $50

What happened to the hombre who was supposed to try Norma aka Titzilla II?
Did he flake on us?

GENT...This is probably why most newbies prefer not to post. Don't mean to disrespect, but what all these bla..blab..bla craps got to do w/ this thread. Not only in this thread, but I saw them in others as well. So let get back on track, and let me ask you guys again:

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IF YOU WERE THEM (yes...the putas, whores, cunts, babes, sweethearts whatever we called them) WOULD YOU LICK BALLS, SUCK DICK, SPREAD YOUR LEGS, AND GET FUCKED FOR 60 BONES OR YOU WOULD WORK FOR A DECENT BUT LOW PAID JOB?
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Let's put ourselves in their shoes for a moment.

You get all cleaned-up, fuss over your hair, wear you best clothes and a splash of cologne to make yourself as attractive as possible to ugly, old, fat, drunk women. They're not all ugly, old, fat or drunk, but some of them are. The goal is to make them want you real bad.

You save up your hard-earned money for weeks for a silicone penis-implant so that ugly, old, fat, drunk women will want to have sex with you all the more.

You even go to the gym three times a week so that ass will look just right for that special lady who weighs 300 pounds. You're in the prime of your life, and you take great pride in your appearance.

You go to your place of work (which is loud, hot, and smoke-filled) for 6-8 hours, standing around, bored out of your mind, sending seductive glances towards ugly, old, fat, drunk women in hopes of making them want to have sex with you.

If you look good enough to one of them, you slink over to her and ask her to buy you a drink. You sit in her ample lap, her sagging grandma-style tits poking you in the back, while the 50-year-old hag rubs her hands all over your body. You pretend to like it. It's a slow night, so you french kiss this old bag in hopes of inking the deal. Her mouth tastes like an ashtray because she smokes a pack a day.

You've been ogled and groped by about a dozen or so of these hags, but no dice. These hungry old biddies watch you like a walking pork chop all night long. Someone, somewhere, is staring at you - all night long.

It hurts your feelings sometimes when, just when you thought she liked you, this woman who could play linebacker for the 49-ers doesn't think you're handsome or friendly enough to spend time with. But that's okay. Her friend, who looks just like her except the moustache, looks like she might be interested. Maybe if you suck her nasty, old cunt (if you can find it through the rolls of fat) you can get her to have sex with you. But, no...

Finally, after a couple hours of this, some lady that looks like Janet Reno on a bad day finally agrees to go up with you. Woo-hoo! Score!! You think you're worth $60 because, although you're not the best looking guy in the place, you're hygiene is excellent and you take pride in your body - and giving good service. Janet offers you $40. You try not to appear insulted, and insist on $50. When you promise to suck her greasy, old cunt without the latex, you finally win her over. Ms Reno smiles broadly.

You and Ms. Reno walk hand-in-hand over to the hotel like you're lovers. She's got her sweaty, nicotine-stained hands on your ass. The bitch is too cheap to spring the extra $1 for a clean sheet and an extra towel. She's not going to get your best service tonight.

You and Ms. Reno enter the room, her trembling hands now tracing the outlines of your cock though your jeans. The room's a little skanky, and it's hot as hell. Ms Reno has only begun to sweat... The sheets on the bed have a rather large wet spot from the last time some ugly bitch got her rocks off. Too bad he didn't spring for the clean sheet. Oh, well...

Ms. Reno has her stretch-knit, Wal-Mart, purple pants off before you can say, "Oye!" She's got one of them panochas with the roaming pubic hair that wanders up to her belly button and outwards towards her thighs. You, on the other hand, keep your pubes trimmed - the lady's really like that.

You sit down on the bed next to her, trying to keep your shapely ass away from that smelly wet spot. She's got her sumo wrestler, flabby arms around you in no time, feeling up that hard body you bust your ass in the gym to get.

She takes her blouse off exposing those 44-DDDD tits that gravity and time have not been kind to. Off comes the bra and gravity sets them free, nearly reaching where her belly button used to be. You notice that she doesn't shave her arm-pits.

She takes your hand and places it upon her ample, wet pussy, and motions you to go down on her. Without hesitation, you slide your head down between those massive, stretch-marked and cellulose-ridden thighs. You notice that she hasn't shaved her legs in a while, either.

You're a little apprehensive about what diseases may be lurking down there. How many guys has this chick fucked tonight already, or this week, or this month? You swallow hard and get down to business, because it's a slow night and you'd better take what you can get.

You're gliding your talented, muscular tongue up and down, in and out, at the same time caressing that big caboose. She gets a little annoyed because you're using too much teeth down there, and she wants you to go slower, and deeper. Finally, after 10 minutes that seemed like an eternity, she comes. She's got pretty worked up as the result of your labor, so she's working up a pretty good sweat by now.

Ms. Reno is thus far pretty pleased with your performance, so she wants to return the favor and suck your dick. You don't mind having your dick sucked, sometimes, but not with this chick. You tell her that you don't really like having your dick sucked so as not to hurt her feelings.

But you happily accept the massage she offers you. At least you can lie on your stomach and not have to look at her. And, for a while at least, the only part of this hag's body that will be in contact with yours is her hands.

It turns out that this lady is pretty good with her hands, after all. You're even actually enjoying the massage. You've been drinking all night out of boredom and apprehension, so you momentarily forget what's attached to the other end of those hands. You become aroused. The only thing that spoils your brief moment of pleasure is when she massages your bare backside with those huge, flabby breasts.

You shift your body as stealthily as possible to avoid exposing your arousal, but she glimpses your hardened penis. You don't understand her Spanish very well, but she says something like, "Now you're ready to come to mama, no?"

You glance at the clock and noticed that fifteen minutes have gone by. Oh my God, has it only been fifteen minutes? Maybe the knock will come soon. But you know better. It's a slow night and that knock ain't comin' for a while now.

She reaches into her Sears and Roebuck's plastic purse and produces a condom - ribbed, for her pleasure. She doesn't want to catch anything from you, because you're a whore, after all.

She slips the condom onto your now half-limp penis, and massages it until it's hard enough, barely, to penetrate her giant, hairy pussy.

It's a little awkward maneuvering into position between her massive thighs and the rolls of fat unfolding from her belly. But after some effort, you're inside her. You're a pro, after all - you've done this before, hundreds of times. She begins to moan. And she calls out your name.

Your back is getting rather sore due to the awkward machinations that you've had to make in order to accommodate her generous body. So you ask her to change positions. She's only too happy to comply.

She wants you doggy-style, and she likes it rough. She gets on all fours, her tits sagging all the way down onto the bed, her massive buttocks swaying seductively awaiting your entry. At least your back isn't hurting as much anymore.

Now, where's that damned knock...

After you've pounded her massive, jiggling backside for what seems like an eternity, she's ready to change positions again.

She wants to get on top.

She LOVES it on top, and it's the only way she can get her rocks off during intercourse (probably due to her generous anatomy).

The sheets are soaked by now, and the wet spot has disappeared into the wetness of the sheets, so you try to forget that it's still there, under your naked body.

Where's that fucking knock!? I'm going to kill Jose when I see him...

She climbs aboard. All of her 300 pounds are now bearing down on your slim, muscular body. Again, you struggle mightily to wedge your penis through the labyrinth of her body parts and into the tiny hole that's in there, somewhere. But you find it, because you're a pro.

Poor girl, she can't manage much up and down action because any vertical travel doesn't move her vagina, it just shortens and lengthens the rolls of sweaty fat between your bodies. Your breathing becomes labored as her bobbing girth squeezes the air out of your lungs.

Now she's gettin' into it! She's blissfully grinding way - hard. You think you are going to die. It's a good thing you're a little coked-up tonight. There's no way you'd make it through this without it.

Where's that motherfucking knock!!!???

Finally, she convulses, sending ripples undulating through her Rubinesque body, and collapses her giant figure in ecstasy down onto your aching body.

After some pillow talk and a little french-kissing with old Marlboro-mouth, she asks for another half hour with you.

Score! After this, I'll only need to turn a few more tricks tonight before I can go home. Maybe that one lesbian chick with the crew cut and the tattoos will take me for another all-nighter.

Just another day in the life of a working guy...

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Granted, this is a bit cynical, but I'm sure some gals have nights like this...

Mrbill... cynical or not, that was a classic!

By far the best post ever....But what about the guy who works at CC and goes up with middle-aged Asian ladies all night and has to sit with large groups of theses ladies and have drinks with them all night or the ladies get pissed...etc. etc.

Mr Bill,

Masterpiece! Best post I've seen!

Blazers,

That CC scenario actually puts the guy in a pretty good spot...he get's a lot of cash, doesn't have to have a lot of sex with people he doesn't really want to have sex with and get's plastered on someone elses bar tab.

If you really want to throw a ugly spin on this, imagine being the male equivalent of Rosa Maria.

ASIAN LADIES!! I WANT HIS JOB!!
Aren't those Asian ladies known for having tiny panochas? Easy Money!!!

Prieto:

Yeah, but you've got a padrota at home, and - just before removing all your cash - she drains you completely dry, so those Asian panochas aren't so appealing.

Mr Bill,

It doesn't get much funnier than that, if ever.

A Still laughing convulsively kind of guy,

Out-of-Towner

I guess Westfargo is going to have to work extra hard to top that. Because as usual, he will not be out done. Props to Mrbill!

Prieto,

Oh yaaa! Get out the shoe horn

Welcome to ClubHombre MrBill...
This was hilarious...give him his award...

To go back to Sakebomb question, this is a tough one. Chicas work for different reasons. Some are students, some are graduate students, others are wifes abandoned by husband with no skills, others just have no other skills and are too lazy to acquire any.
In reality I think there are not many working girls in Mexico for a population of 96M people so I'd say the majority of women in Mexico opt for the low paid job.
As for us hombres, well I can speak only for myself. I'd opt for the waitress job at CC and hope to catch a rich customer. Talking about waitresses, one of the best looking chicas right now works as a waitress at CC, she looks very shy and blushed when I said hi to her the other night.

You wrote "one of the best looking chicas right now works as a waitress at CC, she looks very shy and blushed when I said hi to her the other night."

How about a full description, Athos? Waitresses have been known to climb the hotel stairs. One tried to drag me to the hotel once when I was at a table with Clamato.

A Waitress may await kind of guy,

Out-of-Towner

OOTIE
This one is brand new. YMMV as I find her indeed very attractive with no make up, maybe too petite 5'0, dark hair, decent face and nice body, could not be more than 20. She is not going upstairs for now or I'll stand in line for her. Put some make up, heels, dress, she'd be bottom top tier, girl next door look.

Athos,

You should offer her a big tip (and I'm not talking monetarily). How could she refuse you? Just the fact that she's working in a place like CC means that she at least has been fantasizing about taking that walk of fame up the hotel steps.

A There's not too much difference between the words waitress and mattress kind of guy,

Out-of-Towner

Waitresses are outside my realm of studies but I'll keep an eye on her.

Mr Bill:

Great post. Really enjoyed it. Umm, is "enjoyed" the right word ... those images of a gaping hole that never heals are going to haunt me.

Anway, I get your point. But, don't you think that what women would hire, wouldn't be men with penis-enlargements and tight abs, as much as men with high salaries, designer clothes, and Ivy League accents and educations?

Viz.:

In the bar you hear her asking your friend about Maurice Ravel, and you know you can hook her. You mention your fascination with "Bolero," even though you really think it's hack work, nothing but intelligent arrangement slapped onto a pedantic melody. You pretend to like it, and you speak as though you just stepped off daddy's yacht. "Bo-laaaah-row."

She agrees to take you upstairs, to the library. There, she insists on pulling down every musty book she can find about Impressionist painters, cooing and gurgling over how "meaningful" the sloppy pink pastels are. You listen intently, nodding first to the left (deep), then the right (caring). You wonder if she's going to turn down the aisle to the Barbara Cartland's and the "Silhouette" Romance novels and ask for a dramatic reading, complete with stage voices ...

Later in the evening -- for she has rented the library for the whole night, the cagey bitch -- she takes you to a designer decorating store to discuss window treatments. She makes you remember which pastel pink at the store most resembles her favorite pastel pink from the Monet who she kept calling Manet. You inwardly scoff at the cheap plastic screws which the dandy faggot who is showing you the fluffy curtains claims will be "just FOIN" to hold it up, but you keep a happy face. When she asks you if you're enjoying your evening "out," you gurgle about how "meaningful" it is to discuss domestic things with such a "caring" person ...

etc. I don't have your panache, Mr. Bill, your gusto for writing consistently on a single subject, but honestly I think women would subject us more to a shopping spree than a fucking spree, if they were the buyers and we the sellers.

Great job Mr. Bill, Imagine if after Janet reno in walks Madeline Albright!But after a long night local college student Anna Kournikova picks you, however due to inexperience she gets off in about 1 minute gets dressed and leaves!

book_guy,

If there was a market for women paying for sex (or romance or whatever), we'd know about it. It would be called, "Adelito's". Sure, there are male strip clubs, but I chalk that up to penis-envy.

Although you're right in that instead of ranking us this way:
looks - 9
attitude - 8
peformance - 8
- "really gets into it, fake moans were a plus"

they'd rank us like:
sensetivity - 7.5
caring - 8
good listener - 9
- "really seemed to care about me, fakes tears well"

Your scenario is a funny one, however. And probably how it would be if chicas mongered. Hell, if it were that easy... maybe...

P.S. re: "X" - wish I'd thought of throwing Madelline Albright in there... Good one.

Say, that was a good post, Mr. Bill. I guess male 'escorts' have to do guys, too. I've often wondered what it would be like to be a 'snack bar boy.'

I know a doctor whose uncle's book-maker used to date a lady who had a proctologist whose son by his third wife worked as a male stripper. In clubs that cater to (and often only ALLOW) female clients, male strip shows are all about production values. There's lots of lights, gas-fog-machines, Harley's on the stage, etc. The dancers themselves are all cut and buff but not necessarily "providers" at all. And in the clubs that cater to male clients, the vectors are all different -- the men are getting themselves horned up, but then they're just as interested in getting off with the other customers as they are in getting off (or paying for the facsimile thereof) with the dancers. So the dynamics are remarkably different in the two locations, from what a club catering to heterosexual males produces.

I had a beautiful young tall slender sexy intelligent red headed film student living in my house. She liked to call escort services. My 'former super bitch' singing waitress slut took one look at the film student and moved in that afternoon. I was hoping for a little three-way action. But ... shit just got wierd.

Honey, what happened?

MrBill,

What can I say except "AWESOME POST"... (prog)

Just read it. Let me add my voice to the chorus: awesome post!