my buddy and i "almost" did...we sought out 2 hookers, they had a 2 girl deal, $100 each. A spanish and a black girl...only saw a picture of the spanish girl though...on backpage.com
we were in denver and had to make a 30 min drive to a Super 8...when we got there, there were tons of semi's parked all over and we're like "yea def looks like a spot for hookers"
eventually we saw the two girls walk around the hotel...we assumed it was them and got a phone call telling us to come in the side door and knock on room 141. I left my money and condoms in the car incase this was some sorta sting, and we went inside. The scent of weed smoke hit us soon as we opened the door and a spanish girl with a hot body greeted us. The black girl looked like Big Momma and was hideous. These girls could immediately sense that we were uncomfortable with this situation, but asked if we had the "charitable donation"....I said yea in the car, we'll be right back
Out in the parking lot my black buddy was like "you can have the spanish girl, she's yours...i don't want that black girl" ...for the next 10 minutes i contemplated what i was going to do. I mean, this was such a huge fantasy that I built up in my head...but once I saw the girls it was obvious even to the untrained eye that they had been abused and were drug addicts...very sick looking girls. I felt too uncomfortable about following through with it and we got in my buddy's car
As we're about to take off, the pimp drives over and parks right infront of us, blocking us from leaving. His windows were tinted so we could barely see him, but my buddy started freaking out after the pimp "wrote down his license plate number" he says. He took off and started circling the hotel and circling the entire block...we got out of the car and attempted to speak to him when he'd drive by us....no such luck. "HEY, STOP, WAIT A MINUTE MAN TALK TO ME"...but he'd only roll down his window enough to spit out toward us. He did this twice before flashing his gun and motioning toward us. At that point i made the decision to go back in the hotel through the side entrance and slip a c-note under the door, to at least cover the cost of the room. After I came back outside and told my friend what I'd done he called me an idiot, "don't you get it? in his mind WE STILL OWE HIM" ...I'm like bullshit, we didn't touch those girls or spend ANY time with them. Let's get the FUCK outta here
Then we took off. End of story
It was a stupid thing to do and an expensive lesson to learn that could've gotten us both killed...or we could've caught diseases if we had followed through with it.
Now I know, for sure, that some things really are just fantasies and although the idea turns me on, the situation doesn't at all