As to the OP, I think enough evidence has been offered that you can assume that a not-paid-to-perform segment of the population does indeed pursue the pastime in question. I know I can remember various news stories over the years about some getting nailed for nailing a horse. Against the backdrop of global kinkiness, it’s not too hard to believe (before the internet I did not know about the people who like to wear infant clothing or those who get a charge out of casts).
One merry weekend while in college, my girlfriend, her brother, his girlfriend and a college buddy went out on the town in Juarez. After dinner and drinks and some barhopping, we got in a Juarez taxi and sat discussing what to do next. Suddenly my girlfriend leaned over the seat and said to the driver, “I wanna see a donkey fuck a woman!”
He said nothing and merely slid (OK, forced) the '59 Chevy into gear and drove us away from town. He finally stopped in a parking lot that seemed to exist without reason, but when we got out he showed as a sunken door to an underground bar. We were the only apparent patrons, although there were a bevy of dolled up mexican women. Our cabbie seemed to know the, uh, maître d’hôtel, and informed him of our need.
Mr. cabbie informed us our request would cost $40. So, I bought the cabbie a few drinks, which he settled down at the bar to consume. A couple of gals escorted us out of the bar and down a l-o-n-g hallway, with many doors. We finally stopped and entered a room (I still couldn’t see the end of the hallway). As we were entering the room, another woman led a donkey up the hallway and past our room.
When we entered the room, a waiter appeared and informed us there was a two drink minimum and what could he get us? As soon as we got our drinks, the main man from the front bar came in and told us there was a $2 a head room rental fee.
OK, so business is taken care of.
What we finally got was the two hookers doing a show, sans donkey ("We don’t really do that < giggle >!). They faked a few things, including imitating homosexual men, using potatoes as, well, you know.
Ultimately, college girlfriend and I parted ways, but her brother and wife have remained good friends. I can still pester him by noting that I’ve been to a Juarez whorehouse with his wife.