I took my vacation time to see my fiance. On my way back I had an overnight layover in Amsterdam. I had never been there as an adult so I said "why not?". I went out on the town. I took pictures of the beautiful canals. I walked to the Red Light district. I got drunk with some Australians, talked to a bartender, hit on a few groups of girls and then ended up back at my hotel. Something told me to go out one more time. So at 3am I am in the 2nd Red Light district. I meet an older guy who is very interesting. His hobby seems to be prostitutes. He takes me under his wing as a sort of apprentice.
Over the next 2 hours this guy is taking me all over the city in his search for the perfect balance of price vs looks. I get tired and decide on this super pretty mixed Vietnamese/ Dutch chick. Most of the other girls were nasty looking. I approach the glass. She opens up the door and smiles. I tell her that I don't want to have sex as I am engaged. I offer her $50 Euro for a dance. She said yes whatever I want ( that should have been a warning sign).
We joke and laugh. She is easy to talk to. She tells me to lay down and then gives me a mediocre "dance". The whole time she is begging and pleading for me to take her to my hotel. She wants us to sex all night and I pay her 2000 euro ( she eventually lowered it to 1000 euro). She said that is her going rate and she knows I have money because I am from the USA. She said some Indian engineer from the states pays her 2K to smash. Many of her best clients are from the USA and pay that. I keep insisting that I dont want sex. She asks for another 50 euro to keep going. I oblige like an idiot. Her body is out of this world and her face is beautiful. She acts like a child and pouts when I refuse to pay more.
She begs and begs. I eventually leave but get her instagram before I leave. I spend 1.5 hrs lost in the city. My cell phone is dead and I have no idea where I am. I finally find my hotel but not before this guy who I suspect is a homosexual stops me on the street. We have a pleasant convo about politics. I go to my room. That night I oversleep. I rush to the airport but the train is 40 mins late. I miss my flight and have to pay $1400 to get another flight with an overnight stay in another European country. I really don't have that kind of money to blow. Regret is an understatement. This must be my karma for delving into the low vibration underworld of prostitution.
Over the next 2 hours this guy is taking me all over the city in his search for the perfect balance of price vs looks. I get tired and decide on this super pretty mixed Vietnamese/ Dutch chick. Most of the other girls were nasty looking. I approach the glass. She opens up the door and smiles. I tell her that I don't want to have sex as I am engaged. I offer her $50 Euro for a dance. She said yes whatever I want ( that should have been a warning sign).
We joke and laugh. She is easy to talk to. She tells me to lay down and then gives me a mediocre "dance". The whole time she is begging and pleading for me to take her to my hotel. She wants us to sex all night and I pay her 2000 euro ( she eventually lowered it to 1000 euro). She said that is her going rate and she knows I have money because I am from the USA. She said some Indian engineer from the states pays her 2K to smash. Many of her best clients are from the USA and pay that. I keep insisting that I dont want sex. She asks for another 50 euro to keep going. I oblige like an idiot. Her body is out of this world and her face is beautiful. She acts like a child and pouts when I refuse to pay more.
She begs and begs. I eventually leave but get her instagram before I leave. I spend 1.5 hrs lost in the city. My cell phone is dead and I have no idea where I am. I finally find my hotel but not before this guy who I suspect is a homosexual stops me on the street. We have a pleasant convo about politics. I go to my room. That night I oversleep. I rush to the airport but the train is 40 mins late. I miss my flight and have to pay $1400 to get another flight with an overnight stay in another European country. I really don't have that kind of money to blow. Regret is an understatement. This must be my karma for delving into the low vibration underworld of prostitution.
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