My first inclination was to just write a guide to El Salvador since I hadn't found any on the web. The trip itself wasn't a very awe-inspiring one. I've hopped to a number of countries throughout Latin America and El Salvador didn't do too well with regards to P4P quality. The opportunities were certainly there and things were easy to find, but the attractiveness of the ladies didn't compare well with most of the other countries I've been.

The Guide: P4P ABC's in San Salvador, El Salvador

After further consideration, I figured that at least a condensed version of my short adventure might compliment the guide, serving as an example of a real-life example of how the guide might be put to use. Actually it's the foundation from which the guide was written.

Sunday
I didn't have a lot to do to prepare given the relatively small amount of information I had on San Salvador. The only significant item of preparation was making sure that I had $100 in cash on hand. I was informed by a website and by the agent that booked my ticket that I would need it to enter the country. After double-checking and triple-checking my luggage, I locked up the house and threw the bags into the car. I left my house in the evening to arrive at the airport parking lot 90 minutes prior to my flight. As a Platinum AA member I checked in using the Business Class line, but it didn't make much difference at 11:00pm at night. The flight turned up being delayed by an hour, so we didn't leave the airport until after 1am.

Monday
The flight went smoothly and at 5 hours was relatively short compared to some of my other recent trips. Upon arriving in the immigration area I glanced around for a counter to pay a fee. Not seeing one, I simply got into a short immigration line. The agent asked how long I was staying and the purpose of my trip. It turned out I needed only $10 for a 90 day tourist card. The agent filled out the bit of paperwork himself and stamped everything.

Customs was a breeze without checked luggage, but the taxi drivers waiting outside were haphazardly mixed in the crowd and the signs were hard to read. I had transportation arranged through the Novo Hotel, but I arrived over an hour later than scheduled and I couldn't find my name on a sign. I was asked several times if I wanted a taxi, but I brushed them off explaining that I already had one. I was offered the use of a phone by one of the drivers, but I just continued to look. After several passes, I figured that the driver probably came and left and grabbed one of the drivers who quoted me $18. I don't know if that was a fair price, but I just wanted to get to the hotel.

Shortly after exiting the airport, the cab driver made a right into what looked like a private residence. It turned out to be some kind of filling station for the cabs where we got gas. I didn't feel threatened, but looking around I could imagine that some people might with all the locals around and the surrounding walls blocking a good view from the road. After the gas, we were back on our way for about a 30-40 minute drive. On the way I was thinking about how I probably should have called the hotel anyways.

The Hotel Novo receptionist was surprised when I checked in since I didn't arrive with the driver that went to pick me up. I explained that I looked around for 15 minutes and couldn't find him. She called him on his cellular to say that I was already there. It was only about 9am, but they had no problem checking me in early.

I hadn't slept much, so I got some winks in before heading out ln the afternoon to do some recon. In the immediate vicinity I found a few establishments: Ali Baba, Birds Nest, and Capricho, but they all looked closed. Up the street from Novo was Roosevelt, one of the major roads, with a Campero fast food chicken restaurant on the corner. I ended up walking around on Roosevelt to see what restaurants, ATMs, stores, and other potential places of non-hobbying interests might be. I found a bookstore where I was able to purchase a tourist map of the city. During this time walking, I noticed that guards with shotguns were everywhere. San Salvador was looking more heavily armed than Guatemala City.

I decided on Uno Sol as my first hobbying establishment. It appeared to be a long walk, but I didn't mind. I headed west on Roosevelt past an oddly shaped kind of traffic circle where the road continued as General Escalon. The hike from 61 to 89 turned out to be a decent one and on a slight incline. The building was easy to find and had a 1 in the middle of a sun design next to the door as described. The guard outside let me in after collecting my $3 cover. Several ladies were lounging around on couches and eyed me as I walked in. One of them led me upstairs and set me on a coach in a small room. She asked what I wanted to drink and brought me the beer I requested.

A few moments later and I was surrounded by a group of about 8 ladies, most of which I wouldn't consider paying for. Two were acceptable, but a stretch for what I'd usually pay for. I decided to bite the bullet and called over the skinnier one (all were overweight) after several minutes of looking while they stood and I sat uncomfortably. Xiomara had a nice personality and had a nice soft touch, so I didn't feel too bad about my decision. We spoke for a short period of time before heading to one of the rooms. I chose the least expensive option of $40 for what I believe was 40 minutes. They had greater time increments for more money, but I didn't want to spend any more than I had to for a lady I normally wouldn't choose.

The room was large enough but not very nice, a bit sleazy. I took a shower to wash off the sweat that accumulated from my long walk. Soon enough we were embracing naked on the bed. I had a good time with my companion, it wasn't anything too special. We kissed a bit, but the oral was covered. I wasn't interested in DATY with her.

Afterwards I cleaned up again and headed downstairs where I saw a couple other ladies I hadn't seen earlier. One was marginally attractive like the one I was just with, but definitely not enough to entice me to return. I requested a card and received one identifying the location as Special Touch, but most cab drivers and hobbyists know it as Uno Sol.

I walked back down 89 and made a right to head west on Escalon again towards Lips. I quickly noticed the incline was increasing. About a block and a half before Lips I passed The Best which was just a potential on my list. From what I read it was more expensive to enter, the drinks were more expensive, and the ladies were more expensive, if they even agreed to go at all. In any case, The Best was closed in the early evening.

I arrived at Lips around 6:30pm, which some hobbyists describe as an optimal time. The cover was only $3 for a Monday before 7pm. I paid, got patted down, and was wanded with an electronic sensor.

Shift change is at 8pm, so the two hours prior is supposed to be a good time to find a potential date for the evening from the day shift. You also get to see the entire lineup of both shifts as they have all ladies take the stage at the beginning and end of the shifts. They do not have rooms on-site, so only off-site dates can be arranged.

For being one of the most popular strip clubs in San Salvador, if not the most popular, I was thoroughly unimpressed with Lips. The decor and color scheme were uninspiring and the primary dance stage looked more like an empty sandbox than a stage for strippers. About the only thing I found positive about the layout was the availability of several pool tables to pass the time if you tired of watching the strippers.

The staff wasn't much better. There were plenty of waitresses, but they mostly seemed to stand around. I usually don't like to be hassled by waiters and waitresses to buy lots of drinks, but these ones didn't ask at all. It seemed the culture here was for the waitresses to only come when specially called.

The ladies were several notches higher than the brothel I just visited, but poor relative to what I've seen in strip clubs in every other country I've visited. Still, I did manage to grab Sandra, the best looking dayshift lady for a $12 private for 3 songs. I suggested meeting up after her shift, but she had plans with her mother. She was busy the next day, but promised me we'd hook up later in the week.

I hung out for the next several hours so I got a good look at the night shift, too. There were certainly some attractive ladies, but none that really impressed me and far too many that were heavier than should be for a strip club. I didn't get any numbers from the nightshift. In the hours I spent there, I did learn about a little tip scam. The lady asks for you to buy her an inexpensive $3 drink, but she doesn't actually buy it, she just disappears with the "tip".

After I bored of Lips, I left and started walking back east. The Best was open, but it looked dead and I didn't feel much like another strip club. I continued until I reached 77th and made a left to check out La Oficina. A gentlemen outside informed me they were closed but would open the next day. I walked the rest of the way back to my hotel.

I transferred my pictures from Special Touch to my laptop and spent a short time browsing the Internet. Novo has free wireless access in all rooms, at least during the time of my stay.

Later I walked a couple blocks over to Capricho. Capricho looked sleazy from the outside, but was nicer inside. Entrance was another $3 and covered a local brew. The bar was tiny, but the dance stage here was actually larger and nicer than the main one at Lips. Of the three total ladies, one was acceptable. She was a bit older, but had a very nice body. The mood here seemed somewhat lifeless.

I soon left and walked around a corner and up a block to Birds Nest. I had to cross the street directly in front of the club to avoid several transvestites that were waiting at the corner. Another $3 to a security guard and I was sitting on a couch with my beer near a tiny stage. Three uninspired ladies were lounging nearby. I was already getting a good sense of what kind of talent I'd be finding in San Salvador. Soon the most attractive of the three approached and asked if she could join me. Roxana was only a bit better than average looking, but she had on long black latex boots which were appealing. I bought her a beer that was inexpensive at $3. We talked for a while before the topic of going to a room came up. At only $30, I decided to take the plunge.

The room was smaller and worse than the Special Touch room, but I've seen worse. Roxana did a fair job of pleasing me, but like with Xiomara I had to settle for a CBJ.

I left Roxana and Bird's Nest heading to the left away from the transvestites, but I had to cross the street again to avoid a couple other transvestites that were hanging out on the other side of Bird's Nest. I walked around the block and back to my hotel to end my first productive day of research in San Salvador.

Tuesday

After getting a decent night's sleep, I spent the next morning exercising by doing more walking around as I got familiarized with the area. There wasn't much exciting to see. I continually looked for photo opportunities, but there was little that was very interesting around besides heavy duty firepower. I didn't feel too comfortable taking pictures of that.

In the afternoon I caught a cab to Kiss Fresh, probably the best brothel I found in San Salvador. I wouldn't really consider the place within walking distance, but then again I walked to Lips. It's better to sport the $3-$4. Then again, that's $6-$8 both ways.

The area didn't look too bad and the exterior the nicer than most, but the gentleman outside of this place was carrying a machinegun. Past the door was another guard carrying a shotgun. After being seated by a hosteess on one of the black couches around the corner, I noticed a third guard in the corner with another shotgun. I wondered if it was really that dangerous in this area, or if there was more going on in this place than what appeared. I briefly looked at the menu of services that the hostess had handed me.

The prices were very nice and less than what one might expect from the decor of the place. Rates started at $30 for half an hour.

The ladies were soon called and formed a semi-circle around my couch. I was disappointed by the lineup except for one lady that averted her gaze. Usually this is a bad sign, so I took a few moments looking over the crowd. There was another possibility, but she was heavier than I would have liked. The cute one glanced then looked away. I kept looking at her, but she wouldn't look back. Despite my concern about her attitude, I finally waited for what was probably an uncomfortable amount of time until she looked directly at me. I motioned for her to come over. The other ladies went back to lounging around like they had been when I first walked in.

My selection was named Damaris. She seemed nicer than she appeared in the lineup, but she also seemed somewhat detached. I had to drive the conversation, and we had a few lulls of silence. If I thought there was better options elsewhere I might have had left, but I doubted it given my experience the previous day. At only $30, I decided to give Damaris a go. She led me up a narrow staircase to a small room. Downstairs was much nicer.

Damaris' turnaround once we started was very surprising. She seemed passionate and horny. She DFK'd aggressively and removed her clothes to reveal a beautiful shaved vagina. I pushed her back onto the bed and had her squirming during DATY. She returned the favor with an excellent BBBJ which evolved into 69. She rocked her body as rode each other during sex. Damaris would turn out to be one of my best sessions of the trip.

At the end I tried to get a photo, but she was set against it responding with a simple "malo". I tried to convince her but I could tell she wasn't going to budge, then she turned to open the door to leave the room so I put the camera away.

As we left I asked Damaris to help me call a cab. She walked over to the cashier to do so, then sat with me for a while during the wait. When the cab arrived, she gave me a brief hug and peck on the cheek.

I headed to Lips to check out the day talent again. There were a number of acceptable ladies, but I was still disappointed in the overall selection as well as the ambiance of the club. As expected, Sandra wasn't working. There was a pretty but overweight blond that seemed tempting, but I ended up setting my sights on a lady named Marlene. I bought a set of private dances from her for $12, during which I brought up and we discussed meeting up after work for $100. She was up for it, but said it was prohibited to leave together so we had to meet at a taqueria (large taco stand/restaurant) across the street. She didn't speak English at all, but I was relatively comfortable I understood most of what she was saying.

After the usual crowding of the stage as the entire day shift does their goodbye swaying, I made my way to a seat where Marlene would have to pass by before walking out. It took her a while to get dressed, and when she finally came out she passed by with hardly a glance. I was expecting at least a knowing smile if not a verbal confirmation of our date. I hesitated a bit before leaving to try to not make it obvious that I was following her out.

Marlene was near the door outside with her friend looking at some items being sold by a street vendor. I said Hi to her, but she seemed uncomfortable about it and said she couldn't leave with me at the moment because there were video cameras outside. I told her I was going to the taqueria and she replied she'd see me there. I started walking down the street away from the taco shop just in case. I then crossed the street and made my way back to the taqueria. I ordered a beer and waited.

The way Marlene was acting, I wasn't really expecting her to show up, but I waited anyways. I met a couple surfers from the US who came to eat tacos and were heading into Lips afterwards. After about 40 minutes of waiting, I bid farewell to the surfers and walked down to 77th to check out La Oficina's evening shift.

I paid my $5 cover charge and was ushered in to what looked like a well decorated and classy residence. I took a seat on the black couch and was soon presented with a lineup of only several ladies. One with darker skin and long hair looked pretty nice but not outstanding. I chose her after a few moments then she asked if I wanted a drink. She want back to another room to bring me a beer, then after about 10 minutes of chit-chat, I decided to take her up on a $40 half-hour session.

Dalia led me to a room down a hall to the left. It was large, but looked rather sleazy and poorly maintained, especially relative to the front room. I didn't care that much, but it was further disappointment knowing that this was supposed to be one of the better places.

I was also disappointed about how Dalia looked on closer inspection. She was half Indian and looked it. In bed she wasn't very impressive, she needed some instruction to which she was compliant but didn't do very well. She also had a unique and slightly unpleasant smell that I have noticed occasionally around groups of India people, I suspect due to their diet. The lack of skill and these other factors led to a somewhat disappointing session.

I left La Oficina and decided to head back to Lips to attempt to setup a date for the next day. I spent many hours their trying to decide on a suitable companion. It would have been easier if the ladies smiled more often and were more friendly, but that wasn't the case. I ran into the surfers but didn't really hang out with them much. They were much more impressed with the talent that I was.

One lady was really popular and had an unusually large crowd gathered around her when she danced. I was surprised when I got a good look at her. She was attractive, but far less than expected to garner the attention she was getting. I forget her name, but she had a voluptuous body with hair tied tightly into braids. I'd give her a numeric rating of an 8 at most, but to see the crowd you would have thought they were looking at a perfect 10. She danced a little better than most, but that wasn't saying much either. The only explanation was that maybe she looked more Caucasian than all the rest.

I finally ended up talking to a pretty and petite fake blond that seemed to have a really good attitude based on my observation of her with a group of asian men. I half-expected them to occupy her all night, but I got my chance after about 45 minutes. We went to the private dance area for a song set where we discussed a deal for the following day. She initially quoted $150, but we agreed on $100. Jenny gave me her number and we agreed to meet up early in the afternoon before she had to work.

I spent a little more time in Lips after our private dances, but nothing interesting or significant happened. I eventually got bored and just decided to get some rest. I left Lips and started walking back, but about a third of the way I decided to just take a cab I found at a gas station. I bought some dried fruit and instant noodles before I had the driver take me back to the hotel.

Wednesday

I woke up early enough to have my first breakfast buffet which was included in the rate I was charged at Hotel Novo. It was a high quality buffet featuring a chef that made eggs and omelettes on order.

I waited until shortly after 1pm before attempting to call Jenny. To no surprise there was no answer. In many Latin American countries, many of the evening working ladies sleep in very late (escorts occasionally excluded). I tried several times over the next hour to no avail. Not wanting to wait all afternoon, I decided to check out La Oficina's afternoon lineup.

I took a taxi to save time as I was still hoping to catch Jenny before she went into work. There were only several ladies available again with the talent a notch down from the previous night. None really had the face I wanted, but one had a very nice chest and an acceptable face. Andrea soon joined me to chat a bit before heading back to the same room as the night before.

Andrea was better than Dalia, but the sex still wasn't impressive. The highlight was Andrea's breasts. They weren't large, but seemed to be perfectly shaped and toned with nice nipples. They also felt smooth and perfect.

Unfortunately Andrea refused to allow pictures, my 2nd for this trip so far.

Outside I caught a ride to the mall where I again tried to call Jenny. During my stay at the mall, I finally got a hold of her a little after 3pm. She was up for meeting as agreed the night before, but she couldn't meet until 5pm. She wasn't familiar with Novo and I didn't feel like sitting around in the hotel waiting for her in case she was late or a no-show, so we made plans to meet at the mall where I was at.

Jenny appeared around 5:30pm, but looked disappointing. She had no makeup on, her hair wasn't done, and her clothes were a bit trashy and unimpressive. Fortunately I was able to use my imagination to compensate by picturing the wide eyed, seductive vixen from the night before and greeted her with a wide smile when she stepped out of the taxi. I asked Jenny if she wanted to grab something to eat or drink, but she said that due to time we should head straight to my hotel. We caught a cab and got slowed down by some traffic, but arrived about 15 minutes later.

We engaged in some small talk in my room for about 10 minutes before she dropped a bombshell. We had to get started because she need to leave in 30 minutes at 6:30pm. She needed to go back to her house to change her clothes and do her makeup before going to work. The illusion crumbled and I was left looking at a plain, boring, and poorly dressed prostitute wanting 100 for half an hour of my time. I grudgingly tried to talk her down to 80 pointing out that she was offering very little time, but fortunately she countered that the taxi ride from her house was expensive and refused. At that point I called it off.

She didn't deserve it, but I gave Jenny $20 for the taxi fares and the little amount of time she spent to come visit when she requested it. At least I was able to get a couple photos before the deal soured.

After Jenny left, I decided to return to Lips to see if Sandra was working. Shortly after I walked in, Marlene spotted me and called me over. She asked me what happened to me the night before. I told her I waited for her at the taqueria and she didn't show. She said she waited for me at Dominos Pizza around the corner and I didn't show. I don't know how I could have missed Dominos in our conversation. I suggested we might be able to try again, so she gave me her phone number. She was eating, so I told her I'd catch up with her later. I was more interested in finding Sandra anyways.

Sandra was sitting with someone, but spotted me shortly after I entered the main area. I didn't have to wait very long before she was soon sitting with me. We went back for a private dance set and made our arrangement for $100 for that evening. She wanted me to meet her right outside the club at 8:30pm which had me a little confused given what Marlene had told me the night before. I suggested meeting her at Dominos, but Sandra assumed me that we could meet right outside Lips.

I returned to my hotel soon after the deal since I didn't want to spend more money on dances or drinks. Around 8:15pm, I found a cab driver to take me to Dominos where I planned to walk to Lips just in case.

Sandra came running up to me as I walked around the corner from Dominos. She saw me pass by in the cab and figured out where I was headed. We met in a spot that was outside of a visual from Lips, so I still don't know if there would have been any problems for her.

She was dressed in a way that reminded me of maybe a high-school senior or college freshman, plus had a backpack to add to the illusion. She hadn't eaten, so we headed to the Galleria where we got a meal at the taqueria and spent a some additional time walking around and talking. Later we went back to my hotel.

In bed Sandra was passionate and aggressive. She was beautifully shaved down below and had a tight body. The sex wasn't as good as with Damaris at Kiss Fresh, but far better than the others.

I offered to pay for Sandra's cab fare home (she lived with her mother), but Sandra was really cool about it and said the bus would be fine. I walked her out to Rooselvelt where we waited a short while for the bus while watching the tranvestites looking for business across the street. It seemed a little unusual to me. Despite being a somewhat major street, there was relatively little activity late at night. The bus arrived and Sandra was on her way.

I had a full day, so I decided to head back in early again. I organized my photos and browsed the Internet for awhile before heading to bed.

Thursday

I reserved Thursday morning and early afternoon for non-P4P exploration. I never found a guidebook for El Salvador so I had only a tourist map I purchased and some notes printed out from the Internet to guide me. I ended up visiting the main square downtown, a nearby artists' market, and a couple other mundane landmarks. San Salvador didn't seem to offer much in this area.

For my day session I found a taxi driver who was familiar with Connections Club. When we arrived there were some men working outside the club, they said the club would not be opening until 6pm. I had the taxi driver bring me back to the hotel for my back-up plan.

Back at Novo I asked about a cab driver named Tato. Tato was supposedly a private cab driver that spent part of his time drumming up business outside of Novo and had a reputation for being familiar with all the P4P establishments. After being in town for 3 days prior I figured I would have seen him already, but I actually hadn't when I met him. I did recognize his car, though.

Tato and I entered a discussion about our options. I was surprised to discover that I actually seemed to know more than he did. He probably did know more places than me, I think he only brought up ones he thought might be worthwhile to visit. The choice ended up coming down to Okoles and another place he didn't know the name of for daytime action. Cocktails & Dreams was planned for the evening, and he didn't seem to know of any other places that I didn't already know about. I still had a few days, so I decided to research the unknown place first.

We arrived outside of what looked like a tiny, run-down salon about 5 minutes later. Tato and I got out and he went inside to ask some questions. It turned out he didn't really know if they offered P4P services, it turned out that they didn't. We then set off for Okoles.

I knew Cocktails & Dreams was located near Okoles, so I got a rough set of instructions for getting there from Tato before getting out. I paid Tato his requested $3 and thanked him. Tato and the other private cab driver I used earlier in the day offered better pricing than the standard cabs.

Okoles looks like a residential home with the exception of a sign on the wall out front identifying it as a "Barber Shop". I rang the bell to see a female set of eyes peek out to quickly look me over. After a moment she opened the door and led me to a seat.

There were 4 ladies immediately visible and 5 other gentlemen besides me. Three of the ladies had acceptable faces, but none were very pretty. Only one had an acceptable body, but she was also the oldest, probably mid to late 30's. I was kind of surprised to see these other gentlemen here given the low level of talent available. My guess is that Okoles' reputation and low pricing were factors. Sessions started out at $20.

I ordered a beer and spent a good deal of time just sitting there looking at the menu and engaging in small talk with several of the ladies. Several other appeared, but they weren't better options. The older lady with the best body was named Kelly. I was considering her the entire time, but more so to get a session in at Okoles rather than much of an attraction to her. I didn't plan on returning here so this would be my only chance. Still, every time I came close to asking her I took a closer look at her face and decided she looked too old.

Another gentlemen appeared and went for a session with Kelly. I regretted my hesitation as I admired her legs and behind as she walked away. After all, it was only $25 (the $20 option was a single position with no oral, this was explicitly stated on the menu). I spent the next 30 minutes just waiting.

Kelly finished about 25 minutes later and returned to her seat next to me. After about 10 minutes I finally suggested we head to a room. This was my last chance as it was now 6:30, only half an hour before closing.

Kelly may not have been as attractive as the other ladies I was with, but she was certainly skilled. She gave an excellent BBBJ and was a very enjoyable ride. Her body also seemed even nicer outside of her clothes. We didn't DFK, but it didn't matter much and was a good value for $25. Unfortunately, Kelly was anxious to get home after we finished and I didn't get a chance to get pictures. This was 3 of 3 for no photos, but I think I probably could have got them from Kelly if the timing wasn't off.

I left Okoles and walked the surrounding area which was full of restaurants and bars. I found Cocktails & Dreams as well as potential places like Tequila Show and Divas. After this walk I went to kill some time at the large Metrocentro mall across the street. I liked the mall and preferred this part of the city over where I was staying. If for some odd reason I return to San Salvador in the future I'll likely stay at the Real Intercontinental across from the Metrocentro.

I headed to Cocktails & Dreams at about 9pm. It didn't take long for me to realize that I preferred it over Lips. There were fewer ladies, but far fewer customers. C&D also has a nicer dance stage where the ladies actually dance rather than mostly standing and shaking their rear like at Lips. Most importantly, the ladies here seemed more interested in my business than at Lips and were correspondingly more appealing.

I was approached by several attractive ladies and spent a good deal of time there before I finally hooked up with the one I found most attractive. She got taken by a client just after I arrived. We exchanged eye contact and smiles during one of her dance routines, but she was quickly snatched up a couple times when returning from the back room to prevent us from hooking up earlier.

I had positioned myself near the bar which was by the entrance to the dressing room and short time room to get my target's attention. When she walked out she saw me immediately and came to greet me moments later. She introduced herself as Pamela and we went off to a darker corner of the bar for drinks.

Pamela was the first lady I'd talk to that was not from El Salvador, she was from Honduras. She also had the best body and personality out of all the ladies I would spend time with in San Salvador. We had great chemistry together and she got me well worked up with hugs and kisses while sitting on my lap during a nice conversation. She eventually had to get up for another dance set. Shortly after her return I suggested we go back to the short-time room for some fun.

The room was absolutely tiny, but otherwise Pamela was worth the $30 for 30 minutes I paid. She wasn't the best in bed, but her personality, body, and looks made up for it. The only problem was a strictly enforced time limit meaning repeated knocks on the door. I got Pamela's phone number and a few nude pics before leaving.

I had time to visit Lips or another strip club if I wanted, but instead I decided to head back to Novo and retire early.

Friday

For my early Friday session, I decided to visit Kiss Fresh again. I was considering repeating with Damaris, she had been the most passionate lady of my trip so far. She wasn't available when I arrived which had me half-relieved as I'd be able to sample another lady without feeling strange about it.

With the exception of Damaris' absence, the lineup seemed identical, in other words somewhat disappointing. I decided on a lady that had been eyeing me when I left KF the last time. I don't recall her name at the moment, but I think it might have been Sofia or something else that started with an "S". She was a friend of Damaris and was the shortest lady there. In fact, she was too short, almost to the point of unattractiveness. Her head also seemed slightly large in proportion to the rest of her body, kind of like you'd see on a dwarf, but much more subtle.

The sex seemed a little strange to me because of the appearance of her body proportions, but otherwise she provided very good service including BBBJ and passionate body movements. I had no complaints. Like Damaris, Sofia responded to the photo request with a simple "Malo".

Damaris was downstarts when we came back down. We talked for a while and I considered getting her number in an attempt to set up a date outside, but I decided against it. I finished my beer, said goodbye to Sofia and Damaris, and caught a cab to the Galleria mall again.

Around 8:30pm I took a cab to Connections Club. I paid my $3 cover and walked upstairs to find a small, dark, and sleazy club full of overweight and unattractive ladies. I decided to stay to drink my free beer and made several rounds of the place. One lady wasn't as heavy as the others and actually had a face that was acceptable. She called me over to invite me to sit with her and her heavier friend. I'd normally decline since I wasn't interested in either of them, but I said "what the hell" and took a seat between them.

As expected, drink requests eventually came. They were friendly with good personalities and the drinks weren't expensive so I bought them each a drink. As we continued to sit and talk, another lady appeared that didn't fit in at all with the rest. She had a pretty face and a nice body complemented by a sexy purple dress. She gave me a look that hooked me into deciding to stay longer.

One of the ladies I was with was a friend of the lady in purple and called her over. She introduced herself as Gema. I didn't want to be rude so I continued to sit with my current companions for a while, but eventually I excused myself. Gema sat with her friend, and a short time later, invited me to sit with her.

Gema and I seemed to hit it off pretty well, eventually we went to the short time room for the low price of $31 dollars. The room wasn't as bad as expected given the rest of the club, but Gema was somewhat disappointing. She was friendly, but her techinique was poor, especially after my expectations were raised from our interactions downstairs. I actually got bored during intercouse with her.

When we were done we headed back downstairs where I had Gema ask the club staff to call me a cab. They told me it would be a 10 minute wait, but it ended up being over 30 minutes. Supposedly one came but left when I didn't show up outside. Of course it would have helped if I was notified the cab was there. I was annoyed and wanted to wait outside for the next cab, but the staff and the girls persuaded me to wait inside the club.

As I wanted I thought about how this place probably had the worst DJ I had ever come across. Few good songs were played and at least two bad songs were heavily overplayed. I think I listened to "Girl, I'm Gonna Miss You" by Milli Vanilli and some song by Modern Talking about 5 times each while I was there. Gema was now all over some other gentleman that came into the club shortly after we came back down.

Eventually my cab arrived so I asked the driver to take me to Capricho. He didn't know where it was, so I asked him to take me to Novo and had him stop two blocks early in front of the club. My first visit to Capricho was very unimpressive, but I was hopeful that a weekend visit might be different.

I was right, besides the older lady there were another two that were acceptable and one very attractive brunette. My newest target had an Asian look to her and was petite with a nice body, but was occupied with a couple of her friends and a group of other gentlemen. I spent the next couple hours drinking beer and hoping for her to free up, but she was busy the whole time.

I was considing the older lady, but she was soon snatched up due to my hesitation. This new client seemed to be a good friend or regular customer of the older lady. I didn't expect her to free up either. Another hour later and my top two choices were still busy.

It was getting very late, so I eventually struck up a conversation with a cute but shy lady that seemed too shy to approach me. I'll refer to her as Nicole although I think that was the name of a different lady I met there.

The short time at Capricho was better than expected, but Nicole was worse in bed than Gema and provided another boring session. She also smelled a bit ripe. During the sex she seemed bored as well, but afterwards she was acting like she had a crush on me. It seemed very strange.

I left the Capricho shortly after that, my two targets still busy with their customers. A few minutes and a couple blocks later and I was back at the Novo where I got to bed very late.

Saturday

This was my final day in San Salvador. My flight was at 9:00am Sunday morning. Forty-five minutes of traffic, a minimum of an hour in lines at the airport, and forty-five minutes at the gate meant I had to leave at 6:30 at the very latest. I planned on staying up all night and leaving between 5:30 and 6:00.

My first stop on Saturday was Lips. I wasn't thrilled at the thought of shelling out 100 on one of the daytime dancers, but I figured I'd see who was available anyhow. Marlene would have been a possibility but she had usually had a sour expression on her face and I didn't want to risk getting stood up on my last day. A couple of other ladies were feasible, but probably not worth $100. Finally I spotted the slightly heavy blond from Tuesday, and when she freed up, asked her for a private dance set. I would have happily arranged a date with her for $100, but she told me she only danced and didn't meet up with customers. Bummer. No one else really interested me, so I took off a short while later.

I decided to hit Bird Nest to see if there were any potentials on weekend day shift. That was almost a waste of a few dollars, but I got a beer out of it. Only several bored and unattractive ladies were lounging around.

Given the relative lack of talent from the entire week, I didn't have much motivation after that. I considered going back to Okoles or researching a couple other obscure options I had read from some dated posts, but instead decided to waste some time at the mall. By strange coincidence, I spotted the attractive older lady at the mall. She appeared to be with her kids and a boyfriend. I caught her looking at me and she looked like she wanted to approach, but she didn't. I planned on hitting Capricho later that night, so I figured she'd be a good backup option if the petite brunette wasn't available.

I checked out Tequila Show and Divas after 8pm since I was in the area, but both had little to offer. Tequila Show was a newer place and it looked like they were putting a lot of effort into it, but they simply didn't have much talent in terms of ladies, especially with Cocktails & Dreams just down the street. Divas wasn't much better with fewer ladies and a smaller lounge area, but one of the dancers had a nice body. I hung out with a friendly dancer at Divas for awhile. She told me that Divas and Caesars' Club had the same owner and that she recently started working here, but that she preferred Caesars. That was one of the places I had little information on and perhaps should have sought out, but it was too late at this point.

Eventually I excused myself and headed back to Novo. I walked over to Capricho, arriving around 9:30pm. This turned out to be a good time as all the ladies were available since there were few customers. The older lady never showed, but I spotted my lovely brunette and invited her for a drink. I forget her name but I think it may have started with a "J", so I'm going to call her Jocelyn.

Jocelyn and I got along well and spent several hours drinking and chatting. I asked her about coming to Novo with me and she quoted 70 for a couple hours. I believe this was a standard price, and was a much better option that the $30 for 30 on-site.

I had fun with her back at the hotel, but more so because of her looks and personality than talent. She was only a little above average as a sexual partner. After our two hours were up I walked her back to Capricho. I didn't go back inside, instead I went back to Roosevelt and found a cab to take me to Illusions.

This stripclub was large, but my initial reaction was one of disappointment. There were hardly any ladies nor other customers during what should have still been prime time on a Saturday night. I took a seat nearby to drink my beer. An average looking lady asked to join me, but I politely declined. As I sat, I noticed that there was another part of the club that seemed to have more people. Then, from around the corner appeared a beautiful and shapely dancer. This lady also appeared Asian, but unlike Jocelyn who looked Vietnamese, the Illusions dancer looked Thai. She gave me a surprised looked followed by an inviting smile before disappearing into the back. I soon followed her.

The back part of Illusions was where all the people were. There weren't actually a lot, but about 10 gentlemen and maybe 8 ladies were hanging out in what looked like a VIP private dance section. I was relieved to see the lady I just spotted wasn't occupied among them. She had disappeared into the DJ booth, but then reappeared to dance on the nearby stage. I took a stage seat to watch her dance and position myself to "claim" her. At the end of her set, I met Alejandra by tipping her a few dollars and invited her to a drink after confirming she wasn't busy with another customer.

Alejandra was another Honduran. We grabbed a table nearby but soon moved to a couch in the back section with the others. I was slightly concerned that I was going to be charged additional for sitting in this area, but this wasn't the case. As we talked, I realized the chemistry between us was very strong. It looked like I was going to have a great finish to my San Salvador trip. I occasionally scanned the club trying to determine if they had short-time rooms, but it didn't look like it.

Unfortunately I learned they were soon closing, but Alejandra wanted to hang out some more and asked me to go to a disco with her. I would have preferred to take her back to my hotel, but the timing didn't seem right yet and I wasn't even really sure if she was a prostitute. I planned to stay up all night, so I agreed.

I had to wait awhile as she got dressed along with all of the other dancers. When she finally appeared, we headed to a disco on Escalon in her cab-driver friend's car.

The disco was barely moving when we arrived, but kicked into gear around 3am or so. I had to pay a cover charge and ended up buying drinks for my date and a couple for her friend, but the prices were reasonable. We spent a lot of time kissing and in each other's arms.

Around 4am I told Alejandra I needed to go back to my hotel to get ready and invited her to come along. She said she would rather stay at the club and also that if she did come that she wasn't a prostitute, only a dancer. She didn't want me to live either, so she asked me to stay a while longer. I told her that was no problem and agreed to stay.

Some drama soon followed when her friend started flirting with me. She even encouraged her, but then turned around and got jealous. I wasn't responding, only sitting there as the friend wiggled her rear in front of me, but I guess my date expected me to reject her and tell her I was taken. Alejandra was acting really upset for awhile after that and stopped talking to me. This was a game I didn't really want to play and her friend thought it was silly, too. The friend actually seemed to almost enjoy aggravating the situation and continued to flirt with me. Nothing happened between us, but it was making Alejandra upset.

As the deadline for me to leave approached and I remined Alejandra of this, she finally dropped the attitude. We spent the next 10-15 minutes in makeup hugs and kisses, but I had to leave after that. Leaving was difficult with Alejandra begging me not to go. I'm pretty sure she was being genuine (I left out a lot of personal details that happened between us). She gave me her number to call, but I knew it was probably the last time I'd see her.

Back at the hotel I quickly finished packing my stuff and went our front when my shuttle arrived. During the ride back I thought about Alejandra. Despite not landing her in bed, she would turn out to be my most memorable impression of San Salvador. Unlike most trips, I found myself feeling somewhat sad about leaving. I considered it fortunate that we didn't meet earlier in the trip. If leaving her after only knowing each other for a few hours was hard, knowing her for a few days might have been painful.

The airport was an absolute mess when we arrived. There was probably at least an hour line just to get inside the airport. Fortunately, my elite status on American got me in right away. I bypassed the horrid economy line which looked like another hour by checking in the Business Class line because of my status. Upstairs there was another line to get into the secure area of the airport. This one I couldn't bypass and took about 45 minutes. Friends and relatives standing around in this area seemed to make it even more confusing and slowed the front of the line down as they said there final goodbyes. I really didn't like how haphazard this airport seemed. It was a good thing I have Elite Status as I may have missed my flight otherwise. Instead I made it to the gate with about 45 minutes to spare. About an hour later and I was on my way home.

San Salvador, El Salvador would fall at the bottom of my list for recommended P4P locations to visit, but ironically I made one of my most intimate connections here with a lady I never slept with.

Hope you enjoyed the report.

For more information on hobbying here, check out my guide: P4P ABC's in San Salvador, El Salvador

Wow, now that is a thorough and informative report. Very nice Vladimir! I wish more reports talked about the place as a whole and provided this depth of information. I get kinda bored with "Went to Rio or BKK and fucked her, and then I fucked this other gal...."
Nice report, thank you for the effort.