The first time I paid for sex was in Las Vegas. Jay and I called a company and asked for a petite brunette to come to our hotel room. We were quoted $300 on the phone. She showed up, blonde and about 5 ft. 10″ in heels. That was fine, I was just glad she didn’t have fake boobs. She immediately asked for the $300 cash up front, then said that that was the fee for the company she works for, and that it only covers getting her in the door. If we wanted to “do something,” we’d have to pay her. She said she’ll do anything, she’s amazing at it, and “full service” costs $3000. The first half hour of our meeting was all negotiation. I was impressed by her business savvy. She called her company from our hotel phone, to let them know she made it here, and that she’s staying with us.

We decided it would be a girl-girl thing, and that it was ok for Jay to take photos. We weren’t getting “full service” but she said she’d get us going then sneak out when Jay and I were hot and ready for each other. I admit I gave up control of what was about to happen. She’s the professional, I thought, she must know what she’s doing. I didn’t tell her what my expectations were. I guess I just didn’t really know what to expect, total amateur that I was.

She stripped down to her thong and let me suck on her nipples. Then she went down on me, which was mere lip service (pardon the pun) and definitely not amazing. Worse, when she smelled Jay lighting up at the table across from the bed, she got up immediately and asked to join him. Then she got dressed and out of there.

This photo is the best thing that came out of that night. This is my $1000 photo:

Las Vegas sex worker performs half-hearted cunnilingus on May Ling Su

It was a disappointing experience from beginning to end. Negotiating rates up front is a buzz kill. I wish I was informed about these details on the phone, before the woman was in my room. For the moment to work for me, I need to take care of business with her agent, then keep the business side of it to a minimum when we’re together. You know, the “leave the money on the nightstand” approach.

In the end, I felt taken advantage of. I felt angry at myself for not demanding what my money was worth, or at least what she initially said she would do for us. Ultimately, I knew this sexual encounter would not be as exciting for me as one that is created out of genuine attraction. I learned that hiring a sex worker is just like hiring any professional. Some are excellent at what they do, some need to be followed up, and others need to be micromanaged to get what I want. The first kind makes work a pleasure, it makes money no object at all. In the case of sex work, the latter two turns what was supposed to be pleasure into work. I suspect that one can get better at hiring sex workers as one becomes more savvy. I’ve read about people who’ve built client-sex worker relationships that span years.

We haven’t had much more experience hiring sex workers after that. Jay and I have paid for lapdances, that was fun, but that’s not really sex. Does anyone else have some John-related experience to share? I’d love to hear them.