Who here has used the services of a prostitute or hooker, or paid an escort for her “time” and slept with her? Anyone honest enough to admit to it? What were the circumstances of it? Was it a good experience? How much did it cost?
ETA - male prostitutes are included, as well.
What a fascinating question. Thank you for asking it.
I wonder: How long before we get a ratemyprostitute.com?
What can I say, I find it an interesting subject. I remember reading once that something like 25% of all American men had paid for sex in the 1950s, and now the number is something like 5%.
I thought that the “My First Prostitute” thread was going to be someone actually sharing his first-time experience with a prostitute, which I thought would be an interesting thing to read, but it turned out to be a big disappointment because he was just talking about a woman who may or may not have been a prostitute who hit on him and was rebuffed. I was curious to hear about someone’s actual experience with it.
I have never done it myself because I prefer my women practically virginal (not some dirty little whore like Julia Roberts) but we have had threads about this over the years from first-hand male sources. I will see if I can find one or more.
Here is one:
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=466054&highlight=prostitute
Here is another:
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=51299&highlight=prostitute
These both have other internal links.
Yeah, same here. I’m seriously contemplating plopping down the cash for an experience. If I do I’ll report back. In the meantime, though, I’d love to hear from others.
About 30 years ago I paid for kinky bondage games when I could afford it. I discovered that it is all best left to fantasy. If she isn’t wriggling with enjoyment, it does nothing for me. If we are together, whenever I’ve been with a ‘friend’ who wanted to try something a bit weird, there’s been a draught or the details need too much attention and we’ve looked at each other and thought “To Hell with all that, let’s just enjoy a nice time stroking and licking each other all over”. Maybe for teenagers, better to pay than to pick up and use - but that assumes teenage girls aren’t just as randy as boys. The few I’ve met over the years were far worse and annoyed at being protected from things they had never tried but later felt ashamed of far less.
How about the OP tell us how he’d answer his question? 
As for me, I’ve never paid for sex. The idea doesn’t really appeal to me all that much.
In the first thread linked to:
From 1963 in the Philippines until much later, “single sailor” described me pretty well.
I haven’t paid for sex. Well, I guess I could say there have been times when I’ve paid for it, just not with money.
If I were single, I wouldn’t have a problem with seeing a prostitute or hiring an escort. I enjoy having actual relationships and I enjoy the “game” of dating in some ways but I also view sex as a really basic and simple act and I’m not above treating it as a commodity. There does not need to be a relationship involved of any kind, and sometimes it would be better to have no-strings-attached sex. As they say, you don’t pay the hooker to have sex with you, you pay her to leave afterwards.
Yes, I once used the services of a (male) “escort.” About 30 years ago . . . I was going through a serious self-esteem crisis and feeling quite undesirable. Plus, my best friend had just moved out of town, and I was lonely as hell. I found a guy in the classified section of the local gay newspaper, and made an appointment. The guy was very goodlooking and friendly, but the experience was rather unremarkable. All I remember is that he didn’t get me off; I had to take care of that when I got home.
It exists. Try searching for a site called The Erotic Review.
Does marriage count? 
I paid for that sex dearly.
I came really close one time while vacationing in Estonia. It’s legal there. I was about 20, and I was with a couple guys around my age in a pretty nice apartment owned by some adults who weren’t around. You can pick up the phonebook and call a service there, and they show up with 3 girls at your door. You pick which one you want and then the bouncer and other 2 girls wait for you. It’s all very inexpensive. We got as far as looking up the number but I backed out. I’m not sure why. I’m not religious or anything. Honestly I think part of the reason was 'cause a couple of the guys I barely knew were broke and wanted me to pay for them :o. I won’t pretend like the whole idea didn’t freak me out a little, though.
Thanks to everyone who has replied. Keep them, uh, coming.
well, for the record I got very close a few weeks ago. At least I think so, I’m still not sure.
I met a nice girl in Vegas. I had gone there with the knowledge that there are indeed many hookers there, and was watching out for any danger signs. Hell, I’ve been to Vegas half a dozen times. I’m not exactly clueless.
She was at my blackjack table. She was dressed nicely, though not promiscuously. Think nice business casual. We chatted a bit. After a really dismal run (for her) she left the table.
She came back maybe 15 minutes later and started acting flirty. Again, nothing blatant or promiscuous, just a hand on my back, a shy smile, etc.
I was getting really good vibes. So despite running really hot at blackjack I asked her to have a drink at a nearby lounge.
We had a good time at the lounge. Good drinks, good conversation. She seemed very normal. I asked her if she would like to have dinner later.
She said she would love to, but her “boss” (she was on an alleged business trip) needed to do some brief computer work from her hotel room. No problem, I say. I’ll stop back at my hotel room, take a quick shower and change, and meet her back.
I meet her for dinner at a lousy restaurant. My first warning sign - I’ve already asked her to dinner (assumption being I’m paying). I suggest a reasonably nice steakhouse. She declines - “It looks too fancy”. Ummm…ok. I suppose if you like we can eat at this shitty themed tropical bar/restaurant.
Dinner is still nice, though of course the food is shit. She complains a lot about work, but is still looking great. Here comes alarm number two:
She asks me what I think of her tattoo. It’s a smallish tattoo, on one of her toes. Nothing garish. But then she says, “I got it back when I was young and stupid”.
I blink. “Wait a second, how old are you?”
“21.”
I blink again. I’m thinking - you ARE young and stupid. Nothing against that, I was the same way at 21. I’m only in my late 20s now; I’m sure some more mature dopers can tell me how I’ve got a lot more to learn. But here’s the kicker - she had been talking about this “job” of hers. And the ones before it. First a few year stint as a paramedic, then a few years of community college, then a few years as a firefighter. Now a year or two as an assistant to a cardiac surgeon. The math just doesn’t add up - unless they’ve suddenly allowed 16-year-olds in Texas (her alleged home state) to be paramedics. I’m starting to get a bit nervous.
We have a nice walk up and down a bit of the strip. We watch the stupid pirate show outside the Mirage. She’s still very flirty - lots of touching (nothing inappropriate), a few innocent kisses on the cheek.
She mentions, “innocently”, about how her boss needs her to find a bank to come up with $300 dollars for his “high-stakes” gambling at the Bellagio. But all the banks are closed now, alas. Whatever will she do? I try to be noncommittally supportive - “I’m sure he’ll be fine, it’s not like he’s going to fire you because you can’t find a bank open at 9 PM on the Vegas strip.”
A third alarm. In no way is $300 high-stakes at the Bellagio. A fourth - what insane boss expects a person to find a bank open at that hour?
Out of the blue (we were having a nice stroll along the strip) she says “I want to go play Blackjack again. You’re good at it. We need to win!”
I make some feeble protestations, about it being a strictly luck game, but we go back to the Mirage and sit at a table.
Wouldn’t you know it, now I’m running cold. I’m losing hands. We’re betting entirely with my money (I’m fronting her bets), but as we lose it she gets colder and colder towards me.
After dropping a few hundred I call it quits. She’s very cold now, but just for maybe ten minutes. Suddenly she gets very flirty again for maybe five minutes.
After a bit of petting and cooing, she drops the deal-breaker.
seductive voice
“You know, you could help me out…”
Gamehat is mentally slapping forehead at this point for being a chump
“…”
“How so?”
seductive voice
“Maybe you could lend me the $300 I need. I’d pay you back.” (Heavy emphasis on “pay…you…back”)
That was the cold-shower point. “Sorry, I can’t do that. I have a flight to catch in eight hours, I should probably go.”
She turns cold again. “That’s fine honey, thanks a lot for dinner”
She gives me a hug, promises to call me (we had exchanged phone numbers and a few texts) and I leave.
I’m not entirely sure what went on there that night. She seemed nice, but c’mon - asking a first date for $300 dollars?
I did end up spending about $200 on her (damn that crappy themed Vegas restaurant). And I had a mostly nice time. But getting asked for straight up cash - man, that was a surprisingly strong turn-off. I suppose if it had been a smaller amount I might have played along for the possible chance of some fun. But like I said I was getting a very cold prickly of being played.
That was my thought as well.
Adds Estonia to list of future vacation deastinations
I have a friend who says “We all pay for it, sometimes we are just less honest about the transaction…”
But beyond that, no. I never have. It is an odd thing: I fully believe a person should be able to sell his/her body as a service for money. After all, people pay me to use my brain, this should be no different. And yet, I would not pay a woman to have sex with me.