Wow, The Happy Hooker. It must be thirty years since I read that book. My parents had a copy which I nicked, although I’m absolutely certain they knew, and it was definitely an eye opener to a twelve year old boy back then – obviously long before the dawn of the Internet. I’m sure most twelve year old boys today would find it pretty tame compared to what they see on TubeTrooper.
My own experience with prostitution has been very positive. My first ever experience was with a Russian girl who was SO beautiful that I completely lost cabin pressure when she called me over to her. I quickly got it together though.
“So. What’s the deal ?”
“Fifty Euro, twenty minutes.”
“And what do I get for that ?”
“Suck and fuck.”
I’m a player, I’d heard about ‘extras’.
“Cool. So what do I get for a HUNDRED Euro ?”
She fixed me with a conspiratorial smile, leaned in and whispered ”FORTY minutes…”
She was totally awesome. We smoked a joint together afterwards, and I was a very happy bunny.
My favourite hooker of all time was in Bangkok. My friend and I had just arrived back from the islands, and could only find a twin room for the first night. So we struck a deal – we go to the bar tonight, but we don’t bring any girls back. Tomorrow, we get our own rooms. Off we went to the bar.
I was approached by a very attractive young lady. I laid it on her straight – you’re welcome to hang around and have a few drinks, but due to our accommodation status, no business. She said that was cool. The three of us had some drinks. Her friend joined us. We ordered some vodka.
Two hours later we’re all staggering back to our room. My mate stopped me and slurred “Right. This is it. I’ll toss you for the bathroom.”
“Okay. Tails.”
I won. Ha. I wasn’t going for best of three, either.
We got our own rooms next day, but the girls stayed with us all week. She took me everywhere, haggled discounts on everything, and was absolutely hilarious. Shagged my brains out for five solid days and nights, too. I like to think it was a mutually beneficial exchange.
Since then here have been quite a few girls of the night in my life, and they’ve on the whole been much less crazy than the average bar chicks one meets along the way. I’ve certainly never had a professional go bunny-boiler on me.
Everyone should be happy in their work and transactions should be honest. I have so much more respect for a girl who says “I’ll fuck you for x amount” than one who deliberately looks for a rich bloke to marry.
Do working girls sometimes do things they don’t like ? Sure. But don’t we all ? I hate getting up at three am, but I really need the money. I have a friend who’s a porn star. Someone said to her that she was being exploited. Her reply was “I earn in an afternoon what you earn in two weeks. Who’s the one getting exploited ?”
Lets just call him my favorite DJ 
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