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Well, have you? BTW: No more, "No I haven't" and "You sad bastard" comments please. Let the people with stories to tell, tell their stories. Cheers.

(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 12:23)
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(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 15:41, Reply)
I'd be too embarrassed. Not to mention that Mrs. Dickus would kill me.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 15:39, Reply)
For those who didn't read it properly, the qotw is "Have you ever paid for sex?"

It isn't "would you like to get uptight and judgemental?"
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 15:35, Reply)
i haven't.. but in barcelona my friend kinda did....
Last year, myself and 3 other mates went to www.sonar.es - a wicked music festival in barcelona. We flew over a few days before the festival began to make it a bit of a holiday.

In typical fashion, we all went a bit overboard on the first night. The "yay! we're on holiday" mentality really kicked in. Again, it being the first night, we went out at a time a brit would, and carried on drinking until the time a spaniard would stop. Effectively doubling the typical consumption for a night out :) Now, you know an evening was heavy when all 4 of you lose each other and come back on your own. This was our first night out, and fortunately 3 of us had managed to make a mental note of where our appartment was. Our 4th man hadn't.

He shall be the star of this tale. It came until the next morning, and he'd still not turned up back at the apartment - then as we're getting ready for a wander, he comes in at 3pm and just collapses.

It turns out - he'd come out of a club at chucking out time, when a whore then offered some services. He thought he'd play if safe and just get a blow job, she used a condom too. When this had finished, he went to pay her, when he realised he had no cash on him. So the drunk/guilt logic of an idiot - her gave her his mobile phone as payment. This was his mistake.

He was then lost in an alien city, with no idea where he was, where his appartment was, and no means of contacting us. He wandered the streets for hours, slept on a park bench for a while then eventually around lunch time had a flash back and managed to get a cab back.

After his nap that afternoon he met us at a bar, went for a piss then came out looking disgusted. He'd gone for a piss and realised he still had the condom on. haha.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 15:31, Reply)
I live in a red light district
Do I want any business??

(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 15:29, Reply)
Paid? No.
Prayed? Yes.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 15:28, Reply)
re; Funtastic Pony Magic
I think Suck It And Seas experience would be ok but a knee trembler up some skanky back alley in Newcastle, IS a bit shameful.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 15:22, Reply)
definitely not
nor would I ever have to, nor would I ever give sex for money.

It's actually pretty appalling how many yes's are on here! B3ta really is desperate.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 15:17, Reply)
Oh yes.....
I paid with 16 years of my life, all my money, my home and self respect....
but hey! thats marriage for you.

And I reckon I was short changed too.

/lets bitterness fuel the white hot flame of self pity

edit; I do have two lovely kids to show for it though - love them so much it hurts
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 15:10, Reply)
I have.
As a 17 year old in Amsterdam (15 years ago), walking along with a couple of mates. This girl, a devastating vision of physical beauty offered her services.

You should have seen her, Aphrodite she was.
I figure that outside of whoredom, no girl so beautiful (about 5' 10", slim, small waist, big hips, breasts like Jamie Lee Curtis in Trading Places, blonde, blue eyes, smile that would dazzle god) would be bothered with me so I figured, why not?
She was fan-tast-ic. Unhurried, conversational, affectionate. She made me a cup of tea and everything. She was a student who was looking to earn a little money, enjoyed the job, chose her punters.

Couple of nights later, saw her as we were coming out of a brown house. She recognised me, remembered my name, let me buy her a drink and gave me a freebie back at hers.

Apologies for it not being funny or urban legend-esque or outré.

And if she didn't make me apologise for length, don't think I'll apologise to you.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 15:09, Reply)
Ah yes.
A friend of mine got out of prison after a six month stint. Following rather a few beverages, me and other friend decided he probably needed to unload himself a little.

So, off we trot to the red light district and a lovely young lady approaches.

Give our mate the required £40 off he trots.

Only to re-appear about 10 minutes later, claiming: "I couldn't do it lads. She's got tits like me mums.".

(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 14:52, Reply)
Went to a hotel (cos thats where all the bar's are)in Duabi called the New Yorker.

Walked past the lump of bouncer and proceeded in whereupon I was immediately grabbed by one of the bar hostesses and asked if I wanted a drink "Ooo, yes please! I'll be at the bar" - She totters off to get my drink (from the bar) and I aim for a friendly Arsenal shirt, also at the bar, assuming he will be english. He was, so we get chatting and I ask him if he knew of anywhere to find a girl for the evening. He laughed and waved his hand across the packed room and said "Take your pick, you can have any of them". This was when it clicked that all the stools were fixed to the floor but facing outward rather than towards the bar. Marvellous I thought, have a few beers, a chat, compare notes, take my pick, and go and have some fun.

The only thing was that by the time you had compared them and thought about it some other git had got in there first and was proceeding out of the door with his hand on her arse. Ok, I thought, after about 3 pints, I'll have to be a bit more pro-active and walk the floor. Now, I'm not racist, but as I was paying for it I wanted to have a white european girl. Not a problem you may think, but there were so many Chinese, Korean, Thai, Indian etc etc it was hard to find 'the one'. I was squeezed, pummelled, pinched, touched up all the way round the room and started to wonder who was picking who here.

I was going to give up and return to my drinking buddy for the night when I saw a stunner. I fought my way across to her and asked her if she was free. B0llocks, Ukrainian and not a word of English. Still, I did not give up and asked the girl next to her if she could translate, which luckily she could, sort of. Anyway, I didn't just want a shag - oh no - greedy old me wanted her for the whole night. I thought I might have a few more beers and if I was incapable I could at least get my monies worth in the morning. After a little haggle we agreed on a price (AED600 I think).

Now came a bit of a problem. Almost every one in there was wearing casual / jeans, although I was wearing a loose shirt and proper trousers. I had wangled a suite at one of the best hotels in Dubai (tallest hotel in the middle east - and has the same name as an airline - if you know that area of the world) on the 42nd floor and there was no way security would let me use the executive lift with her on my arm in jeans. So I asked her, via the translator of course, if she would mind popping home and getting changed into something slinky - I showed her my room key (which is infact a little model of the hotel with a sensor in the bottom which you just point at the door) and she got the message. After parting with 20AED for her to get a taxi, I settled onto my stool and had another beer and chatted to the Arsenal shirt while I waited.

About 30 mins later she returned and the sea of people parted as this vision of beauty walked across the club in a full length red satin dress, with full make up, hair done, with red matching elbow length gloves and a clutch bag - everyone was watching. "Fuck me" said Arsenal "she rubs up well". She finally reaches me, having a huge grin on his face, kisses me on the cheek and says "Ok?" in rough english. Too right it was. Quickly polish of my pint, high five Arsenal and off we went.

In the taxi back to the hotel she shows me her passport in her bag, to which I shrug and look back quizzically. She sort of gets it across to me that she might need it to get in. I hold her hand, pat it in a sort of 'don't worry, let me sort it out type of way'. We get to the executive lift and security says I can't take her up, I would have to pay a 2nd person supplement if she was going up. I countered saying that we had been to dinner and she was just coming up for tea. I'll explain a bit here - The executive suites have a seperate reception and dinning area (breakfast / nibbles / cocktails etc) so as the big knobs don't have to rub shoulders with the normal riff raff on the 41 floors below, which is cool. He eventually stands aside and lets us in, with me grinning even more.

Arrive at the 42nd floor where the twunt from security had warned the receptionist that I + one was coming for tea only. Now, being the smart guy that I am, I had already spoken to the receptionist before I went out, in fact I asked her to suggest a place to 'find some fun' so she was cool about it. She said that we could have tea in the lounge and that security would be changing shifts in about a hour as would she, who would also turn a blind eye if we happened to re-locate to my suite.

Right on! I peeled that dress off and had her in every room - there were 5 + the walk in wardrobes Fan~fucking~tastic. Then all again in the morning. Best sex ever, bar none!

I had to go to a conference that morning, so I was suited and booted, she, of course, only had the wonderful red dress. It was like a scene out of Pretty Woman when we stepped out of the lift together and walked across the huge foyer to the taxi jockeys. I dropped her off at home and was dreamy for the rest of my trip.

I was flying out to Doha the day after so I have never seen her again. We swapped numbers etc and have been e:mailing each other for the last year - pictures included. She's now given up that type of work and plans to marry an Irish bloke in America this year.

The experience did my head in for many weeks.

Oh, and to top it off, I was able to put it down as expenses!!!

Apologies for length, but she was worth it.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 14:52, Reply)
not me but my mate (honest!)
was was totally wankered after a big piss up, fancied a shag so went into a seedy brothel in the town center on the way home, got into the room ready to do the dirty deed then threw up 2-3 times on her carpet (the ones you walk on!!) she slapped him and made him clean it all up then still charged him, true story I swear!
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 14:47, Reply)
But I know someone who's girlfriend said she'd give him a blowjob for a tenner.

He accepted.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 14:43, Reply)
Buying porn count?
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 14:39, Reply)
Take three prostitutes, after meals and call me if the condition changes...
Nope, not paid for it myself but I know someone who had it paid for him and on the NHS no less.

It was the much older brother of a good friend of mine, who was provided with the services of a prostitute by an NHS counsellor.

It was sort of a knock on effect of being found by his mother wearing her underwear. After he peeled his mother off the ceiling, he explained to her that he was wearing her underwear because he was a woman trapped in a man's body (a short, fat and very spotty body) rather than a bit of pervy sexual experimentation. Not sure if there actually *is* a good answer in that situation anyway.

After this admission, he started to formally go through the gender reassignment process. His counseller was taking him through the early stages of therapy and counselling and quickly divined the possible truth of the situation. Namely that he was an overly shy middle aged virgin who had never been near a woman who wasn't a family member.

So he was provided with a few trips to a local brothel (on the NHS) and was very happily fucked into lucidity. Firstly, I suspect that they offer this service to a lot of people in his situation, to make sure that they know what they really want and hopefully avoid screwing them up for life and secondly, I'm not suggesting for a minute that everyone who wants a sex change just needs to have a good shag. Just him.

I must confess at the time I was single and bloody jealous when I heard about him getting laid not once but three times on the NHS.

Then I remembered what my NHS specs looked like - one of her arms was probably held on with sellotape.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 14:34, Reply)
not me but a friend
was out drinking one night with a girly he met about a week ago, they decided to go back to his and do the nasty, he wasnt planning to tip her afterwards, and so he didnt. cue him waking up next morning wallet nice watch and credit cards all gone, he didnt realise till he tried to get the bus to work
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 14:33, Reply)
But give me a lolly and some iced gems and i'm anyones
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 14:21, Reply)
It was bad so i asked for my money back and she spat a whole load right in my eye!

I am now called 'Cum Eyed Jack'
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 14:10, Reply)
Not myself
An acquaintance of mine got very drunk with a girl, and from that they were drinking the night away.

It comes to the point where they have to go home, and she realises she's miles from her flat and has no money

So... he says he will lend her the money, ...but only if... she did the nasty with him in the coco hole.

She agrees and couldn't sit down for a month. And it was the butt of many jokes aimed at both of them for many months after.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 14:09, Reply)
Paying for Sex
Ive not

But- on hols in Magaluff- drunkenly walking home (as you do)- my mate was accosted by a ferocious behemoth of the black skinned variety and was offered, rather agressivley, "40 euro (or wotever it was in 2002) for up the arse." Due to the fact he cudnt work out if she was offering hers or demanding his he declined and we laughed.

(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 14:01, Reply)
ever paid for sex?
Yeah, bitterly.....
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 13:51, Reply)
but i've *been* paid for sex. Does that make me a whore? I hope so.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 13:51, Reply)
though I've never paid for it
When I was sixteen, I discovered that my girlfriend was in the habit of doling out blowjobs or more for a few quid.

that was not nice. Especially as I caught her at it in the staff toilets...
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 13:48, Reply)
Amsterdam, about... erm, think carefully... seven years back. 100 guilders and she wouldn't even get her knockers out. She did look like Anna Kournikova though.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 13:47, Reply)
i haven't
but i have been asked if i was looking before. one of the most odd was when living in glasgow. it was a lovely sunny day, a sunday, so i thought i'd pop down to glasgow green with a big carton of ribena, some strawberries, a book and my minidisc player. found a nice seat, put my headphones in and got stuck into my book. felt a shadow looming over me as i was drifting off to sleep. before me stood an absolute horror of a woman, who was saying something. took headphones out to get the 'ya looking for business?'. i was gobsmacked, i just wanted to say, 'DOES IT FUCKING LOOK LIKE IM LOOKING FOR BUSINESS! Im a 24 year old bloke, I am reading with headphones in on a sunny day at 12 clock in a park while drifting to sleep, IS THAT A SIGN THAT IM ON THE PROWL FOR A VILE CRACK-ADDLED EAST END WHORE?' but could only manange a meek 'err, no' while putting my headphones back in and praying she went away.
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 13:47, Reply)
long one, get cozy
This one is from my mates brother (yeah yeah i know, prolly another for the urban legends one)

anyway here's what happened:

Group of lads including mates brother are over in Amsterdam for a lads holiday.

One of them is a total bastard and has been moaning about everything the whole trip and wanted to visit the red light district and did nothing but bitch about it the whole trip but the other boys just wanted to get high so no hooker style nookie ensued.

So on the last night there the boys ran off and paid for a person of the night as a treat for the moaning git, they take the affore mentioned twat into a room and handcuff him to the bed and blindfold him (it was a suprise for him so he went along i was told)

Then the guys leave and after a few minutes someone walks in, removes the blindfold...Its the biggest, blackest, meanest mo-fo you've ever seen and he introduces himself in a rather forceful way!

yipe, yowser and ouch

The guys flew home that very eve on a last minute flight.

They never heard from that bloke again

/applies savlon
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 13:46, Reply)
but in terms of never p[aying for it in any way ever again, I'd say I'm ahead of the game - I had the snip a 7 years ago.

Now I've had me tubes tied my foxy wife and I can get it on to our hearts contents without any worries of paying for it afterwards.

-sigh- satisfaction!
(, Thu 19 Jan 2006, 13:46, Reply)

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