Reading HollywoodMarine's report got me to thinking I should post my own. I kept a diary while I was mongering, and what is below is straight out of it. This day's experience was pretty disastrous, and yet I feel I made a mistake I almost had to make--and somehow didn't mind making. And yet, I'm still not quite sure what the mistake was. I'd be interested in any thoughts anybone might have about how I might have handled this situation. It happened at El Presidente.

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My second day of sex tourism was a disaster. I went to the famous Blue Marlin and the women were beautiful and my eye met one and she came over and she wasn’t one of the beauties but she seemed extra nice so we agreed to be company "todo la noche" for one hundred dollars. I was as explicit as I could be about explaining that I wanted to go slowly, to kiss her, and to spend all night enjoying her body. When we got back to the room, though, it became clear we had very different ideas on what was happening. First, she asked for her money up-front which was not the custom and so set off alarm bells but which I went along with because haggling at that point would have disrupted the mood for me. Then when I went to hold her she wanted to take a shower, which again was fine with me—hell, we had all night. Then she didn’t want me to shower with her, so I went out and watched television while she took a long, long shower. Then, although I had specifically asked if she had condoms and she had assured me she had, she found out she didn’t. She went through her purse twice looking for them and was or pretended to be shocked. Then called down to the main desk for them to bring some up which they did and which I paid for.

She then she started giving me a very haphazard massage, so I told her I would massage her so she could see how I liked it. While I was doing this she sulked. After that she wouldn’t massage me anymore, and wanted to get me off so she put a condom on me with her mouth (which I had never had done before) and began biting and sucking and stroking. I hadn’t quite clicked into the mood yet and didn’t particularly want to come, but when I tried to tell her she didn’t get the message. So I just laid back to see where we were going. After about ten or maybe fifteen minutes she became extremely frustrated and started saying things like, "You no like me? You no like sex? It’s not my problem it’s your problem!" At this point we hadn’t been in the room for an hour.


Then she decided she was sick, so she called down to the front desk for some alka-selzer. I forgot to say that when we checked in the clerk who wrote down the number of her seudula was someone with whom she had once been a waitress. So when she called down to ask for the alka-selzer she spent about five minutes pouring out a long story to her friend presumably about how badly it was going—she sounded a little hysterical. Then she went back into the bathroom and locked it and got dressed, and when the bellman came she told him a long story in rapid Spanish. She really was upset, and she really did look sick. I told the bellman to come in, and he told me she was leaving. There I was sitting naked on the bed with him in the room trying not to look at me. She stood in the doorway. I told him I wasn’t upset she was leaving, but that I wanted my money back. She kept repeating that she was sick, and I kept repeating that I didn’t mind that she was leaving but that I wanted my money back. I said I hadn’t gotten what I had paid for, and she told the bellman that she had gone through three condoms—which was true because she kept biting through them, and she even said that it was the taste of them which made her sick.


Interestingly with the bellman there she didn’t just storm out, but seemed to want to justify herself to me and to him. He kept saying, "So it’s o.k.?" And I kept saying, "No, it’s not o.k. I want at least half of my money back." He would say this to her, and she would say to him that she was sick and was leaving. I would say, "I can see that she’s sick, and I understand she has to leave. I should get all my money back but I’ll accept half. This went on and on. Loud. With the door open. Eventually I couldn’t, as an NBA coach would say, match her intensity. So I shrugged and that was that. After she left the bellman stayed a minute apologizing and saying, "I’m sorry, but what can I do?" Now I wish I would have said, "Bring me the number of her saedula because I am going to report her to the Blue Marlin as a thief." I’m not sure if this would have had any leverage, but I wish I’d thought to try it.

Afterwards I spent a couple of hours flipping channels and letting myself be stunned. Then I showered, went to bed, and considering everything, slept pretty well.

Bookie,

That's a tough situation. It's not exactly a regulated industry like we gringos are used to, so there's always the chance of getting ripped off. I don't know how your spanish is but if it's not that great then obviously you're even more prone to a miscommunication of intentions/desires, and therefore a bad experience like the one you had. I would offer two different suggestions in response to your story.

First, I don't know how long you spent chatting with the girl before you negotiated and went back to your hotel, but the more time you spend hanging out with her before cutting the deal, the more likely you are to pick up on her attitude and intentions. Even though it is more or less a business deal, chemistry and compatibility still come into play. If the girl is not in a rush to get going with you in the bar, it is more likely (although never a guarantee) that she'll not be in a rush to get through with you back in the room. My very first time at the Blue Marlin I spent over an hour laughing and joking with this girl before we negotiated. She started out asking me for only $75 (as you know, even the least attravctive woman there NEVER starts out below $100, and she was very good-looking), and when I tried to give her the money up front she actually turned it down and was affectionately offended. So, maybe you can do a bit more to get a feel for the girl before doing business, and if she doesn't go for that then she probably would have been too business-like anyway.

Secondly, none of us really ever have to think about how these girls potentially feel in their profession. I have my bad days, and my job isn't one that challenges my self-esteem or personal identity. Maybe she was just having a bad day, and I really couldn't blame her for that, ya know? I'm glad you didn't report her to the BM staff, because she probably has enough problems. I respect that most of whom will read this will probably not agree, but that's just my $.02.

I hope the rest of your trip went better.

Later,

La Muerte

Bookie that is really fucked. I would have made a much bigger scene than you did. Beforehand I would have told her that I would pay her in the morning. She probably wouldn't have liked it,maybe offer her to pay her half now and half in the morning?? I think that's fair.

The bitch had you by the balls and there was nothing you could do.
I agree with Lamuerte about spending time beforehand with her too.

Bookie,

That was a fucked up deal. I saw something similar during my trip in September, I was returning around midnight with my "date" and there was an American in the lobby in his boxers claiming that a girl had ripped him off. I didn;t get the whole story but he declined to call the cops.

We need to hear about the bad as well as the good.

MMD