I know you’ve already said that you were never caught in the act…
I’ve just taken down the number plate of a guy who got a blow-job in his car outside my house. I’ll gleefully report it was a silver VW Polo number-plate '123 UK’… (= Or perhaps I won’t)
Were you ever concerned about being caught like that - ie someone reporting you. What would have happened in the state you’re in?
I enjoy non-hooker sex a million times more. I love performing cunnilingus, I love caressing my wife for hours, I love curling up with her afterwards. I couldn’t (and didn’t really want to) do these things with hookers. As I said before, I compartmentalized it so that it was just sex with the hookers, no real intimacy or attachment, even though the intimacy and attachment were what I really craved. So sex with my wife is everything I’d hoped for and more.
It wasn’t strange at all. I always wanted a “normal” sex life, and I took right to it when. And I read Cosmo, so I know what women want.
I performed cunnilingus on one prositute, one of my favorites, and only once. Otherwise, I didn’t do it because of the risk of getting herpes and whatever else there is to be had. The one time I did it was great. It was the first time I had ever done it, though I had wanted to since my early teens. I can’t get enough now that I can do it safely.
If you read alt.sex.prostitution (I think that’s the newsgroup) you’ll see that many guys go down on hookers. They call it DATY: Dining At The Y.
Not many were shaved. I’m not a big fan of that look anyway. It was all cash up front except with a few who I saw many times and could trust me to pay at the end. No, you could not ask for change. Once they touch your money, it is theirs. You will not get it back without a fight.
Most of them did not give me any way to contact them, so if I wanted to see them again I had to cruise around until they came out. I couldn’t just make arrangements to see them at my leisure. Sometimes we couldn’t go back to their places because someone was there or the landlord was getting suspicious or whatever other reason.
You get used to be a skeevy perv. It’s not so bad.
Sometimes we had to drive around quite a bit to find a safe spot, so we would talk. It was the usual chit-chat you make when you meet someone new: where do you live, what do you do, are you married, etc. I usually lied about everything. I don’t know why I thought that would make a difference. With the women I saw many times, we would get to know each other and I’d stop lying. I think some of them liked to get to know the John (me in this case) because it made them feel like it’s sort of a date, and not an illegal act.
It’s a tie between Pam and Anna. I wrote about them earlier. Both were cute, sexy, and fun. And they both were great in bed (and with them I generally got a hotel room, because I didn’t want to rush). Anna had multiple orgasms (or faked them very well – her chest and face became flushed with each one). Pam was very oral-centric, which I like in a woman. I got along well with both of them outside of sex too.
My wardrobe does not contain anything that could be considered “dressy”. I’m a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy. In any case, no, I didn’t try to impress them. They seemed happy enough that I wasn’t a dirty old man.
All I remember is that it was within a few days of Thanksgiving 1999. I don’t remember who I was with though.
I did count them up one sleepless night and I could remember about 80. There were probably a few who I’d forgotten.
I was always worried about being reported and I was reported at least once. The cop arrived moments after we’d finished and I tried to drive away but he stopped me. He said that we were on private property and someone had called to report us. He asked me where I picked her up. I was very scared and didn’t want to answer because I thought if I admitted anything he would arrest me, but he assured me that he wouldn’t. He wanted to make sure that the woman was not underaged and that there were no drugs involved in the transaction. He was one of the good cops.
Another time I got caught, the cop took the woman away. I found out later that he let her go in exchange for a blowjob. I heard many stories about cops like that.
I wrote earlier that the cops would only arrest you for soliciting sex from an undercover policewoman. They would not arrest you if you were caught with a prostitute because they had no way to know if money had changed hands. That didn’t make sense to me, but it was how it worked.
Thank you dopers for keeping this civil, thank you mods for keeping it open, and thank you isthatsowrong? for a fantastic and informative thread. Everything I would have asked has already been asked, so that’s it for me.
No, wait, you did mention hooker econ and said the prices went up. But did they go back down, too? I mean did they fluctuate?
And how was it during winter? Pricier, scarce pickings? Anything like that?
(Looking for some opinions here based on your interactions with active hookers…)
Would you say that the stigma attached to prostitution victimizes the women engaging in it? And as a corollary, if prostitution were legalized and controlled (in some way, like gambling or the way it is done in Holland), would that improve the conditions and lives of prostitutes? I guess I’m trying to ask that if society stopped looking at prostitution and prostitutes as some of the lowest forms of humanity and started looking at it as women just doing a job, would it make a huge difference in the lives of prostitutes?
Prices mostly only went up. When I started, most of the women charged $25 for a blowjob and $40 or so for half-and-half. Over the years the prices moved up a bit to where most charged $30-40 for a blowjob and $50-70 for half-and-half. The better-looking, drug-free women (or at least, not obvious drug users) commanded a premium. Most of the ones I listed as favorites charged $100 for half-and-half.
List prices never seemed to go down, but there was a sort of “catch-of-the-day” quality. If the woman needed to make a few bucks quickly she might offer a cheaper than usual price to seal the deal.
Yes, winter was the off-season. The number of women on the streets fell to about a third of the number in the warmer seasons. I don’t think prices changed much. They tended to not dress very warmly in order to show off their bodies, so they kept moving and would pop into stores and doorways to get a bit of relief. It was much harder to tell who was working and who wasn’t.
Of course it does. People treat them as subhuman. Most of them were just doing a job that they had the skills for and not hurting anyone (except themselves, if you look at it that way). But they were robbed, beaten, and raped because men knew that the law offered these women no protection.
Legalization and a change in our society’s view of prostitution would certainly improve the lives of the women who are in it for the money, as opposed to the drug addicts. It would have to move off of the streets to accomplish this, though. The ones who do it for drugs or drug money would continue to do it illegally even if it were legalized, assuming that legalization meant some sort of registration which involved medical and drug tests.
I favor decriminalization as a first step. It should be kept off of the streets, but if people want to engage in sex for money in private they should be able to. I can’t see our society (the US) ever legalizing prostitution. We can’t even get pot legalized even though most of our leaders seem to have smoked it.
Those are just my opinions, well-formed or not. I’m not a great legal mind, I’m just a guy who paid for sex.
I was wondering how long it would take for someone to ask this question.
I picked up white and Hispanic (or Latina if you prefer that term) women almost exclusively. There were no Asian women working in the area I cruised, which makes sense since that section of Boston has a high percentage of Asians living in it. Or maybe I just couldn’t pick out the hookers from the rest of the Asian women walking around.
I picked up black women five or six times, but was always dissatisfied. Half of them robbed me (which meant that they took the money and then refused to do anything, not that they said “Stick 'em up!”), the other half wanted it be over before it started. Some of the non-black women warned me to stay away from the black ones because they were thieves, so I doubt it was just bad luck.
The black women were also the only ones who had pimps (I seldom saw the pimps until afterwards when the woman had me drop her off where the pimp was waiting for her). The white and Hispanic women were working for themselves. I’m sure that had a lot to do with the differences in behavior.
God this thread is fascinating. And I’m impressed with all the questions Dopers are coming up with–things I hadn’t thought about but as soon as I hear them, I can’t wait to hear the answers.
I was gonna ask about Asian women. Because I understand you must have been in our little Chinatown in Boston, right?
That’s where I always hear prostitutes are. Prostitute and “cold tea” late at night!
So there were not that many Asians? I find it weird. Figure it would be convinient if they were prostitutes, and living there… I don’t know…
I guess I’m not sure. I just remember seeing them more often in the past.
Just to stay on subject, isthatsowrong, do you think that you may have been a sex addict? I mean you get all the variety you could possibly want without having to do any of the “work” required to get a non-working girl in bed. Probably quite a bit cheaper too.
Paying a prostitute for sex seems to have benefits. I’m married now, but I probably would’ve done it in the past, except that I’m such a chicken shit about maintaining my reputation in society. No time or money is wasted on forming a relationship. You see someone you find attractive and you can be having sex with her within 5 minutes. Where else in human society does anything like this happen? It’s kind of like the animal world, except for the cash changing hands and the occasional sirens.