My friends experience in Amsterdam wasn’t the greatest.
You walk around the red light district and pick a girl you want. If a window has the curtains drawn, she’s busy. You’ll negotiate through while standing in the door and then be let in. For 50 euros you get a suck-n-fuck, which is pretty standard. (Or was it Guilders? Hmmm…its been a few years…) It lasts around 15 minutes.
Now my friend (and yes it was a friend, back off) wanted a girl with huge breasts, so we walked around and found a girl meeting the requirements. We only scrounged together 50 euros, even bumming 10 from two guys we met while bar hopping who were with us. So he goes in and the three of us wait outside. 15 minutes later he emerges. He doesn’t look so happy. The story goes that he went in, paid, got inspected, fully undressed and a condom on. She took off her panties and started to go down on him. After 3 minutes EXACTLY, she told him to move and she lay down and spread her legs. He climbed on board and then said “Um, can you take your top off now?” (Remember, he wanted those big boobies) “$50 more” she replied. Yep, she continued negotiating as they were in it. He didn’t have it, so he just kept going. There was no eye contact, no arms around the neck, no soft cooing noises…just him on top going at it. He got a little disenchanted and after 7 minutes EXACTLY, she told him “You need to finish in the next 2 minutes.” Which he barely managed to do. He got up, took off the condom, washed his dick in the sink, got dressed and walked out. 15 minutes start to finish.
Now, one of the guys we were with had done this earlier with another girl who treated him totally differently- we even saw her kiss him on the cheek as he walked out. But it was still a brief suck-n-fuck encounter; but he was happier about it because she was nice to him. My friend just got Helga of the north ice queen. So, as always in situations like this, YMMV.
Oh here is a link to a comedy club in Amsterdam that also gives up the nitty-gritty on the nightlife and prostitutes.
Prostitutes have sex on top of the sheets. Making love in between the sheets is reserved for lovers.
Heard that on an MTV documentary. …I swear!
Sengkelat
Dont let these guys fool you. that was a great story. You told it well too. It had drama, comedy and sex. Had you added a gunfight in the parking lot, you wouldve had everything. Thank you.
ok now I want a cigarette…
Addressing the OP, it doesnt look like a sex for hire thing is any emotional outlet. Physical outlet maybe but a guy can get lonely screwing these “girls”. Ive seen more fun and “action” in a bachelor party catered by a pro. The condom requirement doesnt thrill me either. I know its for everyones protection and all that but its just something I dont wanna pay for.
Tomcat: Yikes! That sounds like a terrible experience. I’d asked the woman I was negotiating with if I couldn’t just buy an hour, or whatever, but she said that being pressured for time was no fun. Also, I think from her perspective, an hour of missionary would be a different kettle of fish than if I wanted an hour of felching or something.
X~Slayer: Thanks. I can’t supply a gun battle, but I did ask the woman how she could be sure she was safe alone in a room with a stranger. She said there was a button she could push, and a guy with a shotgun would come through a side door. See? Drama, comedy, sex, and guns.
I guess in general it was a good experience. If nothing else, it makes a good story…that you can’t tell in polite company. Would I do it again? No, but then I’m married and all now, which sort of makes it a non-question. But I did wander through another tiny brothel outside Carson City a while afterwards. At that time, I wasn’t fresh out of a crummy breakup, and I had concrete evidence that there were women in the world who were willing to have sex with me for free. So I wasn’t that intent on, ah, procuring services.
The place we (it was me and that same friend – I swear he’s a bad influence) went was a tiny little run down building in the middle of the nevada desert, late at night. My friend said “This looks like the sort of place to go to get mugged.” We went in, and they didn’t do the line-up-the-girls routine, as there were only two women there. They were both in lingerie, and I wish the first one hadn’t been. The other was only moderately attractive. She had red hair and put on a totally fake irish accent. I wanted to turn around and leave, but she insisted I come to the back room and negotiate, in fact grabbing me by the hand and dragging me back there. Sure, sure, why not. Oddly, in this case being alone in a room with a lingerie-clad woman didn’t have a compelling effect on me. She wanted to know what I wanted. Using the entirety of my prostitution-realated vocabulary, I said I might be interested in half and half. She said that’d cost $120. Yikes! I told her I didn’t have that much. She wanted to know how much I could spend, and I said “I don’t want to offend you by saying an amount that’s low…” She assured me that she wouldn’t be offended, so I said $30. (No sense naming a high price if I’m not that interested anyway) Turns out she was offended enough that she had trouble maintaining her phony irish accent. She informed me that $30 tricks were discouraged. Maybe some girls might give a hand job for $30, but it was frowned upon. She opened the door and it was very clear it was time to leave. (She’s the one that dragged me in there in the first place…sheesh!) My friend had meanwhile been entertaining himself by talking to the traveling lingerie salesman who was there. We both agreed that was an interesting career choice that we might consider later.
So, that exhausts my cathouse-related experiences. Glad I could help to edify and entertain.
You know what. I just realized that I am not going to look at my regular coffee creamer quite the same again…
Thanks again, Sengkelat I can honestly say that because of your stories, I dont need to experience a cathouse personally. Good thing they have those online thingies…
that was a joke, people. I dont hear anyone laughin! :dubious:
A number of female porn stars make extra money by working at one of the brothels in outside of Las vegas, it might be the Mustang Ranch. A number of female porn stars also make themselves available as escorts, but the prices can get scarily high rather quickly.
I was in Amsterdam just this last weekend, and prices remain as stated above. 50 Euros for a suck-n-fuck. The girls looked beautiful, I have to admit, but there’s not a thing romantic about it. But then, I don’t think there is supposed to be.
I’ve never been, but Sengkelat’s story matches up almost perfectly with what I read in this book The author did a public health study at Mustang before it closed its doors because of tax evasion or some such. The gov’t has owned the building for a while now and I recently heard they were going to demolish the buildings. The Mustang was the most famous brothel in Nevada. The next most famous brothel is probably the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Why are they all called ‘ranches’? I’ve never understood that.
The Old Bridge Ranch looked sort of like a ranch, and it was out in the desert, where one might expect an old-west ranch. But it was dark and I wasn’t looking at how the building was built.
Maybe they’re called ranches because the Mustang was arbitrarily called a ranch, and the rest wanted to cash in on that mystique. Besides, “The Mustang Bungalow” doesn’t really cut it.
As for the Mustang being outside of Vegas, no; it’s outside of Reno. I know this for a fact.
I don’t have any direct experience with legal prostitution, being female, but a good friend of mine has a great story about prostitution in Amsterdam.
He was vacationing over the puddle, visiting a Dutch friend. He wanted to check out the red light district one night, and his friend was more than happy to take him down there. They had a few drinks, and proceeded to walk around the area. One section has buildings with open windows through which you can see the girls. They perused this area until my friend - I’ll call him D - found a girl he liked. He went in, and quickly negotiated a price. A short time later he found himself in a small room with the prostitute.
The prostitute started in with him, playing with his crotch and talking. She started to remove her clothes, and after a bit, removed her underwear. D was a bit surprised to see that she had another pair of underwear on underneath the first pair, but by then was into the whole experience enough not to think too much of it. Then the prostitute got down on all fours, and looked up at him, inviting him to sex doggy-style. He was also a bit surprised at this - it usually cost more that way. No worries, though, if she wanted it doggy style he was more than willing to help. He reached down to remove the last piece of clothing barring his way to actual penetration - the second set of underwear. He took 'em off. The prostitute’s penis flopped out.
D. very quickly got up, got dressed, and went outside to meet his friend who’d been waiting for him. His friend was laughing his ass off - it seems he’d known the whole time that the prostitute was male. Amazingly enough, D. still talks to this guy.
Be careful when choosing a prostitute in Amsterdam.
Ataraxy I think you’re talking about Brothel: Mustang Ranch and Its Women by Alexa Albert. I wrote a report on it this semester for my human sexuality class. It does a good job of describing the different reasons why women enter prostitution, and why men go to them. Some of the women had “regulars” who seemed rather obsessed, talking about how the only reason they went was for the woman’s pleasure. Some prostitutes regard orgasming as unprofessional–you don’t do it with clients, you save that for “your man.”
The places in Nevada are a COMPLETE rip off. If prostitution were legal anywhere else, I’m sure they’d go out of business. If you really want a good time, go to a brotherl in Mexico. Younger, good looking women, at about 1/3 of the cost. And it’s legal there, too.
Granted, things in Coldfire’s neck of the woods are even better, but we can’t all live in Europe.
Personally, my days of whoring are pretty much over. There were some good times, but it served its purpose. I don’t begrudge the industry thugh. We all gotta work.
Brothels are so legal in Australia that Melbourne’s Daily Planet has listed on the Australian Stock Exchange. The shares issued last week at 50 cents and are now $1.31.
They have people lining the streets in Vegas handing out fliers for prositutes, and they don’t care who you’re with. I took my b/f at the time to Vegas for his 21st birthday and as we were walking down the street this woman handed him a flier while looking me straight in the eye! I shoved it back in her face with a nasty “excuse me, but he’s with someone.” I’m all for legalizing prostitution but sheesh, at least don’t propisition someone while he’s with a girl!
