When paying for sex makes more sense

I recently found myself in Hong Kong for a few days. While dealing with the crowds and weather there can be a bit much, I’m always secure in the knowledge that no matter what happens, I will at least be able to find some sexual satisfaction with ease.

I’ve already written on how easy it is to get laid in Hong Kong. Like anywhere else, the action is certainly not limited to pay-for-play. And while there’s certainly a lot of that around, I’ve been lucky enough to get laid countless times without dropping a single Hong Kong dollar.

That brings me to the topic of this post: times when I find it obviously better to pay for sexual services than go through whatever else may be necessary to score a “freebie”.

My Pinay date

Day two of my recent Hong Kong trip provided a perfect case in point. I met up with a nice if a bit ditzy Filipina woman I met on an online dating site only about a week before my visit. It turned out that my free night in Hong Kong coincided with her day off. She worked as a domestic helper for the family of some asshole that only pays about 70 percent of what was promised in the contract she signed back in the Philippines. We exchanged a few text messages after I landed and arranged to meet.

She said she already had plans to have dinner with a group of friends and asked if I wanted to come along. I found out they were going to eat very near a place with a lot of available action so I decided to join her, knowing that I could simply walk away from any situations I didn’t like and be in the midst of an endless supply of pussy at any point.

It turned out that the girl was very cute. She was thin but with just enough curves to get me going while looking her over in her flowing sun dress. We met outside a well known train station and walked to the restaurant were her friends had already started eating.

Freebie fail

To say it was uncomfortable would be an understatement. There were eight Western men, one western woman, one other Filipina domestic helper, and me. The men weren’t friendly in the least bit, and looked like they were already in some competition over the only two other available gals. I thought about just excusing myself a few times but decided to see where things went.

Thankfully the Western guys finished their meals and got up to go somewhere relatively quickly. The girls stayed behind and we had quite a good over with after dinner drinks.

Next they announced they were going to a nightclub. They were much younger than me, so it made sense. I, on the other hand, have about as much interest in clubs as cow has in beef jerky. Even that might be an understatement.

Turn about is fair play

The girl I arrived with was visibly drunk. I asked her friends if they could take care of her. They assured me they would, even though they seemed like they weren’t really up to the task. I started walking back toward the subway. About two minutes later I got a text message that said “wish you came with us”. I immediately called the girl. According to her, the three ladies took a liking to me and wanted me to come to the club. Feeling it might lead to something good, I agreed.

When I finally found the girls in the club I was surprised to see that they were in a VIP section with two of the Western guys from dinner. No worries for me, as my girl was the only one not firmly seated on a lap. I stayed there with my girl ordering her water and helping her sober up. Meanwhile, the Western guys ordered bottle after bottle of high-priced liquor that they drank down along with the other girls, some waitresses and even a security guard. After about an hour and a half of this, the guys decided they wanted to move to a quiet lounge. They called for the check. I saw it. It was in the hundreds of dollars. I didn’t pitch in because I didn’t drink any of their liquor. I only had to drop a few bucks for the water.

We took a taxi to the lounge, which one of the guys recommended. I talked a bit to the guys during the trip but they were standoffish and obviously not very interested in me. Fair enough, as I had no interest in them either. The difference was that I pretended to be as not to be an asshole, whereas they were quite fine with being obvious dicks.

Private lounge time

The lounge had private rooms that were spacious and dark. The three “couples” that developed had gone into three corners of the room. We each ordered some drinks. My girl and I stayed light, while the other guys again decided to “go big” and show off by purchasing some uber-expensive bottle of liquor.

We could barely make each other out, but it was clear that the guys were doing more talking than anything else. In my corner, I was busy tongue kissing my new found friend and groping her cute little bubble butt. When the bottle was empty, the others announced that they would be moving on. One girl looked as if she’d go home with one of the guys. But the other was clear that she was going back to her own place, to the clear astonishment of her suitor.

The girl heading home asked my lady friend what she wanted to do. She looked at me with big brown eyes as if to make a suggestion and so I asked her if she’d like to come back to my room. She gave me a big smile and a hug and we were off to the races.

Filipina freebie score

How did things end up? The two other guys spent hundreds of dollars. One didn’t get as much as a kiss. The other may or may not have taken his girl home for the night. Me? I dropped a grand total of $30 USD for the entire duration and ended up with a fantastic night of fucking, sucking, and licking. We got four rounds in between the time when we first entered the room and when I bid her goodbye the following afternoon. She had fun and so did I.

What’s more? If things had gone sour at any point, I could have easily bailed out at any time and simply paid for sexual services at any of Hong Kong’s many outlets. There are plenty of them, from walk up brothels to massage parlors to freelancers in the Wan Chai bars. Many of them are open until the late hours of the night, and all are cheaper than the bottle budget of the bozos I found myself with.

What are you trying to prove?

So why did the guys in question insist on spending so much for so little? Who knows.

If you’re looking for a girlfriend or wife, I guess it’s understandable. Well, maybe not.  I don’t really understand the need for such a thing. Even if you do want to start a long relationship with someone shouldn’t it be based on mutual attraction and respect instead of “impressing a girl” with your big budget? Where could that lead other than a relationship based on her taking you for a sucker and milking you for everything you’re worth.

No sir, not for me. I’ll stick to scoring real freebies when I can and paying for it when I can’t, or when it’s just so much more convenient.

What do you think?