When WE got offered $ for sex [MF]

This story is fucking weird. Keep in mind we were in a very interesting place with a slightly weird culture. Certain things got lost in translation, but I swear I just often got into fucking weird situations with this person. We were both reckless so we did things that often put us in the line of fire, but I swear he just attracted trouble.

Anyway, I was once at a hotel bar with this guy I was dating. We were flirting pretty openly and kept making each other laugh. We were actually being so goofy it was almost a scene.

We were celebrating this article I wrote so I was pretty dolled up. It wasn’t anything too crazy but I was in a black dress and heels. It may or may not have been low cut. He was in a suit.

*I’m not sure if this is relevant, but it is possibly worth noting because shit gets weird.*

Also, my date was hella hot. Women openly hit on him in front of me and we often got stared at. It’s a fun reality of being with a super hot person- it makes people weird.

A random dude came up to us completely unprompted and interrupted our giggle fest. To this day, I can’t quite figure out what his deal was. He very clearly had a lot of money but we couldn’t get out of him where this money came from. I also strongly suspect he was using a fake name and had an accent neither of us could place.

Anyway, he walks up and says, “The two of you are certainly having more fun than anyone else in this bar.”

We’re a little weirded out, but he buys us both a drink and starts making small talk. He is fascinated that we’re Americans and keeps asking us weird questions about our culture. We both keep exchanging looks, but if this guy wants to plow us with alcohol we’re not going to argue.

Anyway, at one point he asks if we’re married and we laugh. We’re not even officially dating. When we explain we’re just friends this gentleman asks, “Friends who have sex, I presume? Or maybe some other arrangement?”

We both go quiet because things officially just got weird. I don’t even think we respond. We just glance at each other like we’re silently making a plan to leave.

This gentleman stops us. “I didn’t mean to be forward. It’s just I have [equivalent of about $2000] in my room right now I’d like to spend. I feel like we could get creative.”

My friend gets pissed then. “Fuck off. If you think I’m about to let her…. If you think that she’s a-“

Our companion cuts him off. “I mean absolutely no offense to her, but you’d be part of this package.”

I start laughing then because I’m not sure what reaction I’m supposed to have. “What exactly are you asking?”

“I just want to watch.”

Being offered money by someone who wants to WATCH you fuck is a weird sensation. No one ever sat me down as a child and told me how I should feel about an older dude wanting to watch me have sex.

My friend and I look at each other in horror. “You want to WATCH us fuck?” I finally ask.

He shrugs. “I like the energy you two have and I suspect it’s a spectacle.”

My friend finally gets a smile on his face. “You’d be wasting your money. She’s very boring in bed.”

I glare at him because now I’m in a bit of a pickle. On one hand I am fucking awesome at sex and have a complex about letting this false assertion stand. On the other hand, there is no reasonable way to correct him without feeding into this older dude’s weird fantasy.

“Really?” Our older companion asks. “I’m not sure I believe that. The two of you have an interesting tension. I just assumed you were a lot of fun.”

My friend gives me a challenging smile. “She basically just lays there. I literally fell asleep once.”

*I do not just lay there… unless he tells me to in a dom/sub situation, but this is highly misleading.*

“Ok, ok,” I finally say. “I am fantastic in bed. It just so happens that it’s a two-person activity and we don’t allow spectators.”

My friend snorts. “Mostly.”

*We had a threesome once.*

I glare at him before turning back to this older gentleman. “We actually have good sex because he likes me to beat him up so I make him my bitch.”

My friend’s eyes narrow because this is not exactly our dynamic but the older dude perks up quite a bit. “What do you do to him?”

“Oh the usual. I spit in his face. Choke him. I make him say he’s my bitch and then don’t let him come until he begs for it.”

My friend doesn’t even react. He smiles slightly and holds perfectly still. “By all means, Viola. Please, keep going.”

I look towards older dude and not only is he eating this up, he throws money on the table. This gives me slight pause because we are getting dangerously close to prostitution. I look at my friend who just has an amused smile on his face.

“Tell me more,” older dude says.

*Well… fuck it.*

“Sometimes I make him crawl on all fours and lick my shoes. He’s obsessed with my ass, but I make him eat me out before he’s allowed to touch it. I pull his hair a lot and he cries like a baby. You want to know the most pathetic part to though? Sometimes he can’t even come unless I slap him and call him my bitch. He’s probably hard right now because he’s so turned on by how revolting I find him.”

“You REALLY humiliate him,” older dude says as he throws more money down.

“You have no idea. I destroy him in bed. He doesn’t speak unless he’s spoken to and I LOVE it when he misbehaves so I get to punish him.”

“What else?” Older dude asks as he grabs another few bills and slides them towards us.

“Sometimes I tie him up and use him how I want for hours. If he’s not hard I just have to call him my whore.”

My friend slams his hand down on the table. “Ok, that’s it.” He grabs the money, puts it up to my mouth and says, “Open.” I do and he sticks it in and smiles when I bite down.

*During pre plague times we weren’t exactly hygienic.*

“The best part is you gave me ideas, V. Let’s play out that little monologue you just gave in reverse.”

“You’re going to punish HER?” Older dude asks.

“Punish is one word for it,” my friend says without breaking eye contact with me. “I’d like to think of it as teaching her valuable lessons.”

“Three thousand,” the older dude says. “Three thousand for me to watch.”

“Sorry. She’s only MY whore,” he says as he grabs my hand and leads me through the lobby.

He fucked me later with that money still on my mouth. That’s a fun story in itself.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/v49vbc/when_we_got_offered_for_sex_mf