I had sex with a prostitute once, but I didn’t pay for it. She was a friend, oddly enough, and we were both, needless to say, extremely high.
I was once propositioned by a 'Tute in Vegas, when I was, like, 12 years old. No, I didn’t bone 'er… didn’t have enough cash.
Needless to say, my hooker experiences since then have been nonexistent.
People, people!!! Puh-leeeze!! I ate plenty o’ Thai food on that trip! But after the weird sex-bar experience, my friend and I were really, uh, weirded out!! We wanted something somewhat familiar get ourselves grounded… and McD’s seemed to fit the bill pretty well; no thinking involved, and easy to eat without having to figure out the local customs, etc.
Gave me a chance to reflect a bit on the evening, the sex trade in SE Asia (and the rest of the world), my particular fetishes, and my fiancee…
Flashback from 2 days prior to weird sex bar experience:
Scene, Astro’s bedroom
we see Astro busy packing undies… Ms. Astro’s fiancee assists. Ms. Astro’s fiancee opens the drawer under the TV, and pulls out a handfull of condoms, which she casually tosses in the suitcase…
Astro: What are you doing? 
M.A.F.: Putting condoms in your suitcase, why?
Astro: I won’t need any condoms! I’m going with (name deleted to protect the innocent)! I’m certainly not going to do HIM!
M.A.F.: I know all about Thailand… and I’d understand if you were drunk, and in a bar, and some girl tempted you…
Astro (flustered): But… but…
M.A.F.: I don’t want you bringing back any diseases!
Astro decides to abandon this conversation before it turns ugly… but he takes the condoms out of the suitcase, and puts them firmly back into the drawer!
I guess Korean women are used to having their husbands go off to Thailand for sex tours… :rolleyes:
My happiness (in THIS situation), is the fact that my fiancee can ALWAYS tell instantly when I am lying! When I returned to Korea, 2 weeks later, I looked her in the eye and said “I didn’t need any condoms!” She knew that I wasn’t lying, and the look in her eyes made it all worthwhile!! 
Yes. Several.
No, I don’t regret it.
No, I don’t have any guilty feelings.
Yes, I still know several.
Why I purchased sex? Because I did not have a viable lady friend at the time, I was lonely, horny as hell, looking for excitement and some fun without commitment.
First time: In my car. $20. Drunk. Cramped but exciting and different.
Second time: In the back of my car, a different one, with a different girl, after a few drinks. We shared a joint. Fun and exciting and she was pretty and energetic.
Third time: Motel room. Deliciously seedy, but not too seedy. $100. (Did it X 2 at $50 ea.) She was pretty, erotic, danced for me, sexy as hell, taught me a few fun things and acted like she was having a really good time.
Fourth time: Her place. Dancer from a topless bar. $200 for the night. Pretty. Funny. Danced for me. Managed to get me off more times than ever before. A bit of booze, a bit of dope. Subdued, colored lights. Wonderful girl. Saw her a couple more times, then had to stop because I started getting attached and jealous of her other clients. She carried a great rainbow assortments of condoms at her place, along with lotions and oils. All totaled, I spent $2000 on her. Worth every penny.
I just wish prostitution were legal here. The dating ritual can be a bummer. Meet a girl, manage to get a date, first dinner, expensive but nice, and nothing afterwards. Second the same. Maybe the third or fourth. Going home afterwards and whacking off. Then by the fifth time, she dumps you. Then you get to start all over. Very few women meet one and want to jump in bed the first time and start the relationship that way. (I don’t know why? )
When you do get intimate, well maybe she’s into things you don’t like or doesn’t like what you like, or isn’t very good, or you get to listen to several hours worth of problems, anxieties, past hurts and about ex-boyfriends. Especially if she’s been drinking.
So, prostitutes make things so much easier until you manage to find the right girl.
I went to visit a Marine buddy of mine in Reno, but because of a rediculously cheaper flight, flew into Vegas (about a 10 hour drive). On said drive, we swung into a brothel along the way.
Pat, my buddy, decided to get a message and “a massage” which I think came out to about $150. I took a look at the women, declined and was surprised to be asked if I wanted something to eat while I waited. I wandered into the kitchen of this converted house and was served a plate of chicken, mashed potatoes’n’gravy and greenbeans with onions. And a can of Coke. Quite a nice experience, actually.
My same buddy, Pat, used to go to the Mustang Ranch before it (was) closed. He told me the going rate was $200/hour! The Ranch was closed by the time I went out there, but I probably would have checked it out (the ladies there were reportedly much better looking), just to see what it was like. Now, I’ll never know and I’m not particularly that bothered by it…'course, I just had sex for free this morning, so that might have something to do with it! 