I moved from Florida to L.A. with my wife in 1989 for a good job offer, but our marriage was in trouble, after 2 years we ended up divorcing, I was about 37 at the time and still despondent and hadn't "dated" in over 10 years.
I forgot how I found the place, at first I felt odd checking it out, I never cheated on my wife and never paid for puss in my life, had been to some strip clubs but not often and not when I was married.
It was seedy and in a grimy part of downtown L.A., but surprisingly, very pretty sexy "normal" girls. Many came to L.A. thinking they would make it in the movies and met harsh reality. Not a nasty hoe in the bunch, almost all American and European girls down on their financial luck.
My first girl I met was a tall curvy (real) blonde girl from Germany, she was wearing a short chiffon silky mini-skirt and tank top. I chose her and paid for an hour, not much money, actually surprisingly cheap.
You were allowed to slow dance with them and hold them tight, grapple their asses and squeeze their breasteses against you, and grind them as you awkwardly waltzed across the dance floor, eying other pervs grappling asses, lol. I was thinking "This is BETTER than a strip club!"
We then retired to a dark corner on one of the little vinyl loveseats and she allowed me to grapple her all over while sitting there. I confessed my situation to her about just being divorced and living in L.A. with no family and few friends and even they were just recent acquaintance/friends and being lonely and just throwing myself into my work.
She told me she was considered amazingly beautiful and sexy in Germany (she was) and thought she would just show up in Hollywood, get immediately "discovered" and be a movie star...
We ended up talking sincerely just like we were on a real date while she sat on my lap, her skirt hoisted and my hands wandering, grappling her ass, fondling her twat and inner thighs...I was liking this arrangement!!!
My eyes were peering at her big firm breasteses in the dark, bulging out of the silky small tight tank top, her nips protruding, and I was dreaming of suckling them all night, she let me fondle n feel them, too, I felt like I was with my g/f back in high school at the movies, lol.
My ex wife and I hadn't had sex the last several months before our seperation and I was still young, 37 ish and about to explode!!!
I visited her a couple more times and we really liked each other, but she confessed she couldn't see me outside of work because she had bills to pay, was depressed, and had no interest in having a boyfriend.
Then one day she had a traffic ticket and was terrified, she had to go to court and didn't know what to do, unfamiliar with American law. I agreed to meet her at the courthouse and help her, she didn't really know anyone who could or would help her.
I told her in many cases since time elapses from the ticketing day and the court day, that the fuzz often doesn't bother to appear for minor tickets and I was right, I told her to ask the judge to dismiss it
and not say anything, that's generally what they do when the cop is a no show.
She was stunned the judge agreed and was ecstatic, we went to lunch and celebrated, I told her I took the day off work to help her and she agreed to reward me for about $100, I was 37 and she was about 22 or so, so no chance for a real b/f g/f opportunity, she had experience as a "sugar baby" and pay for play.
She told me she normally charges $200 to $300 but really liked me and felt we had a real friendship and knew I wasn't wealthy. Since it was now about 6 months since I experienced poonage, I didn't think twice, in fact, it was the happiest day of my life at that moment, the anticipation was killing me!!!
I banged the hell out of her for months, I wasn't really ready to date a real non working girl yet anyway, and it was perfect for me, and I was getting schooled in all things mongering, lol.
Eventually she found a super rich sugar daddy since she was so spectacular and it was in L.A. where millionaires are everywhere and apparently come there as well. She quit the place and was taken care of by her millionaire and we said goodbye, but I was now savvy and returned often, all the girls I picked up were just American and European women, Czech, Russian, girls from the West, midwest, etc.
In time, I overcame my pining for my ex wife and started dating normally again, found a g/f and quit the habit, but I'll never forget that sleazy hell-hole where I met, paid for and banged a lot of really sexy, sweet non druggie, non nasty girls who needed the money and delivered gfe in spades...
It's been almost 30 years, so I don't know what those places are like now, but if you live there, it's worth checking out, if they've gone to hell, you can always leave, but I'm willing to bet the situations and opportunities are still similar...
Netgems, that’s a great story, something from a charmingly bygone pre-digital age. I consider myself fairly wise in the ways of the world, but I never knew there were such things as taxi dancers or hostess clubs in the US.
I have my own post-marital tale that’s similar to yours in the sense that sexual healing of the highest order is great therapy for a broken heart.
I answered an ad on Craigslist from a couple seeking a guy to join them for a threesome with no m/m sexual contact. After a couple of fun sessions with them, it became clear that the guy was more interested in playing his computer wargame than boning his thirsty girlfriend. And so it evolved that I would regularly go over to their house and head upstairs with her for wild sex while he stayed downstairs in his virtual wargame world.
It was an odd arrangement, but just what I needed at that time. It was a bandage for my open emotional wounds, a temporary escape from the anger and grief that tormented me. The very transgressiveness of it helped me realize that I could move forward.
After a few months, that couple broke up (surprise, surprise…) and she moved in with me. We continued in our wild ways. We had some threesomes and foursomes, went to swingers’ parties, and even staged a gangbang for her. It was a pretty successful effort on my part to phuck the pain away, just like the song says.
We split up when I took a job overseas, which in turn has led me to seek out paid companionship now and then. But I still look back at my time with her and smile a secret smile.
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