(drawing by Claude Serre)
A few days after my time at Las Chicas I brought K home with me for a massage, although I also expected sex (because that's why she's working the street late at night, right?). It turns out that I had had a conversation with her several months before, but when she started talking then about going home with me, I panicked and quickly left. She remembered the incident.
We walked to my place. (Always a bad idea; don't make your 'date' walk anywhere, especially up hill.) I took a Viagra pill, just in case, too.
I got undressed for the massage and lay down on my bed, face down. The massage felt mostly okay (it was my first massage ever, so I didn't know what to expect) until I heard a crack in my ribs and felt a sharp pain. If the rib wasn't cracked, the muscle or ligaments around it were definitely strained too far. It hurt for a few weeks. No more massages from K! She gave me a great blowjob, but I didn't climax. When I mentioned sex, she asked about condoms. Neither of us had a condom, so there was no more talk of sex. She also overcharged me (as if we had had sex), but I accept that now as just part of the overall experience (unless it makes me broke). She took the bills in my hand, and I couldn't get them back. Don't stand too close when you're holding money. Looking back, I realize that there were lots of things we still could have done even without coitus, but at the time it was just basically over.
I walked her to a cab where I promised to call her. A day or two later I did call her during the day, and we met up and went to lunch together (my treat, of course). After lunch waiting for her ride, she kissed me a lot, I think hoping to keep me interested in her as a client.
At the earliest opportunity, I bought some condoms. I didn't want to be unprepared again.
A few weeks later, K saw me walking home and called me over. We talked a bit, and I took her home again. Nothing about this time was satisfactory. K's breasts are tiny, which normally wouldn't be a problem, but she never took off her top, and she wears a thick, hard bra. Her butt and legs have hard spots, apparently from injections, and she has twice mentioned getting a boob job. Touching her just wasn't pleasant. She had her own agenda, and my wishes didn't fit her agenda very well. She never got completely undressed, she didn't show me her cunt, she presented her ass for me to fuck instead, and then she got sick, gagging and throwing up. (This last I think was an act, so she could get away faster.) I paid her 900 pesos for that night. She knows how to give a good blowjob, but not 900 pesos worth. I walked her to the Costera again, where she got a colectivo (taxi).
All of this demonstrates the need for me to be more assertive about what I want from people I do business with and agree on prices and services up front.
I may talk with K in the future, but I won't have any more business with her.
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