In the spirit of taking one for the team, I made a couple of trips down to the Botero/Iglesia Veracruz area to see what I could find among the working girls who offer their services there.
I was encouraged to try my luck after a friend told me about a nice session he had there for a very reasonable (cheap) price. I had been through the area and knew that although the majority of chicas there were less than spectacular, there were almost always a handful that I found reasonably attractive. So, based on my friends positive experience, I decided to give it a shot.
The first time wasn’t bad. The girl was attractive and wanted to please, but the my stomach started bothering me just enough to put a damper on my mojo. But it wasn’t the girl’s fault, so I decided to try again the next week.
As I walked down the sidewalk a cute little spinner grabbed my hand and didn’t want to let go. She looked pretty young, but she showed me her cedula and she was of age. She offered to spend an hour with me for about $17, and she looked good, so I followed her to one of the short time hotels in the area. I paid for an hour, and we went into the room. Then things started to go south.
We had barely gotten started when there was a knock on the door, and two more girls came in, wanting to join us. What? I still don’t quite get what was up with that, but I told them no, and after some money being exchanged between them, they left. The condom was already on and my ‘date’ resumed her CBJ, which was nothing special. Then there was another knock at the door, and another interruption, just long enough for me to lose my ‘wood.’ When the interruption was over, my ‘date’ climbed on top of me and did about the lamest cowgirl I have ever experienced. She still had her top on, and when I asked her to take it off, she said only for additional money. Really? By now I was getting steamed. At this point it was obvious she wasn’t going to be worth a dime, but I had another 40 minutes left, I figured, and was going to do something with the time. I thought. I was wrong.
Without warning, she started putting on her clothes. I didn’t understand what was going on, but she was out the door before I could say ‘boo.’ I quickly put on my clothes and followed her out, asking what the deal was. She said I came and she was done. I had NOT, but she was off, headed down the stairs and out onto the street before I could do much more than complain.
It hasn’t happened often, but I figure she was probably a crack addict and in a hurry to get her next blast, though who really knows. All I know is that she was a total waste of money and time. Luckily, it wasn’t a lot of money. But it still left a bad taste in my mouth. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.