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A Hotel of Ill Repute

jackslash

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The Hotel Del Rey is a big pink building sitting in downtown San Jose, Costa Rica. It is not as luxurious as the Four Seasons, but it has more whores per square foot.

When I arrived from the airport in the middle of the afternoon, a whore accosted me in the lobby before I could make my way to the front desk. "I give you sucky-sucky, good sex, baby," she said. She had blonde hair and big tits and may have been a hot girl 25 years ago, but now she was too old and too fat to tempt me. To deflect her, I said, "Maybe later, baby." This was a mistake. She was a lobby lizard, and for the next 4 days she pounced on me any time I walked through the lobby.

Travel sites call the Del Rey a 3.5 star hotel. That is a stretch. Like the old whore in the lobby, the hotel has seen better days. It is run down and worn out. My room on the top floor was clean and quiet, but the carpet and furnishings needed to be updated. It cost about $100 a night, which included a breakfast (eggs, bacon, sausage, beans & rice) in the Del Mar Restaurant across the street.

The Del Rey's first floor includes the lobby, the Lobby Bar, the Casino, and the Blue Marlin Bar. The Casino takes up most of the first floor, and has a few gaming tables and many, many electronic gambling machines. Some customers played roulette and card games or the slots, and a lot of whores sat or stood around the Casino, talking to customers or trying their luck at the electronic machines. I don't gamble, except when I do strippers bareback.

Whores occupy the hotel 24 hours a day. I never saw the lobby or the Lobby Bar or the Casino without at least a few hookers standing around. My friend the lobby lizard waved and called to me when I went out to breakfast at 7AM or when I came in from sight-seeing in the early afternoon. But the hotel became really busy from 8PM to 2AM when you could hardly fight your way through the crowds of prostitutes. One night I asked a whore who was chatting me up about how many girls were in the hotel. She said 500. That seemed high to me. I tried to count them, but they kept walking around and coming and going. I estimated 200 girls, but I was pretty drunk by that time. It is possible that 500 women visit the hotel in the course of an evening.

The girls wore tight jeans and revealing tops or tight skirts and revealing tops. Sometimes shorts or dresses or other outfits that flattered their figures. However, most of the women were too fat for my taste. I liked their boobs trying to escape from their blouses, but most girls were too thick in the waist. About 10% were black and the rest latinas with skin from white to dark brown. They all had tattoos. In FKK clubs in Europe, almost all the women were my type. But here I felt I would not fuck 40% if they paid me and I would not fuck another 30% for free. Of the remaining fuckable 30%, about 20% were not my type. But that left 10% I would like to fuck, which means 20 to 50 women were on my radar every night.

Like American strippers, the girls would come up to you and ask your name and where you were from, trying to establish a relationship with you. Also like strippers, the girls who were not your type were the ones who latched on to you, blocking you from the hotties you really wanted. And the whores were harder to get rid of than strippers. They did not take no for an answer. I had to become rude and turn away or walk away from several. If you see a girl you really like, you need to take the initiative and approach her before she gets away.

The whores all spoke a little English but it was limited. My Spanish consisted of "si", "por favor" and "puta." So I found it hard to hold a conversation. I enjoy talking to girls and prefer to spend time drinking and socializing before I fuck them. Call me old fashioned.

The procedure for picking up a girl is to find one you like and talk to her and come to an agreement. The standard price is $80 to $100 for 1 hour, which will give you a BJ and CFS. Once you have come to an agreement, the girls want to get on with it and not waste time. You can take the girls to nearby hotels (some rent rooms by the hour) or to your upstairs room if you're staying at the Del Rey. To take a girl to your room in the Del Rey, you stop at a stand by the elevator and give the man your room number and sign your name on a little slip. The girl shows the man her Whore ID Card (or whatever it is called) and signs her name to the slip. You pay an $11 guest fee.

I imagine that men with wives or reputations to maintain might be reluctant to sign their names and give proof that they have been with a whore. Luckily, I have no wife and no reputation.


4 Nights of Debauchery

Night 1. I ordered a beer at the Lobby Bar and looked at the girls standing around. Several chatted with me but I rejected them. Next I walked around the Casino, checking out all the women. I did not see any 10's or 9's. The girls were 7's or below.

I found a stool in the Blue Marlin Bar and drank a couple more beers. It was now about 9PM and I was disappointed in the quality of the women. When I saw a hot black girl, I immediately asked her to come sit with me and have a drink.

She told me her name was Janine and came from Panama. Janine had long straight black hair, and wore tight jeans and a tight top. She had a tiny waist, a nice ass and huge (obviously enhanced) boobs. I would call her a 9, but she turned out to be my worst experience.

Janine and I agreed on $100, and she proposed we go to my room without delay. She went into my bathroom and came out naked. I loved her slim waist, but her implants were rather hard. Not the crème de la crème of boob jobs.

Janine told me to take my clothes off. She started with a BBBJ and she had a tongue stud that she used to flick my dick. So far so good. But she kept asking for more money beyond the agreed upon $100. She wanted $200, $150, a tip, whatever. It spoils the mood when I'm fucking a woman and she asks for more money.

When we were done, I paid her $100 and told her that her avariciousness had ruined the experience.


Night 2. I spotted a latina with long blonde hair and big boobs who was wearing tight jeans. I invited her for a drink, but she did not want to drink. She said her name was Sophia and she was from Venezuela. "My country is in terrible shape," she said, "because we have a bad president." I replied, "I know exactly how you feel."

Up in my room Sophia went into the bathroom and came out naked. This appeared to be the modus operandi of all the whores. Sophia had nice big natural tits that I played with and sucked. She then sucked me. I put on a condom and fucked her in various positions.

Sophia did not ask for additional money. However, without her clothes she looked a little older--early 30's I would guess. And her body was not perfect. But I still liked her. We exchanged numbers for What's App. She told me she would text me tomorrow.

I was wide awake and so I returned to the bar to drink and watch the chicas. I had no intention of messing around with any more whores, but I kept drinking and checking out some younger girls who were coming in. Some walked around alone and others congregated in groups.

A blonde and a brunette came up to me and started flirting. They were young and looked like they had nice natural tits. They wanted to play, but I told them I was an old man and was all played out. The blonde then asked if I would like a 3-way for $140. I clarified that she meant $140 total, not $140 each. This deal was too good to pass up. So I took them upstairs ($22 fee for 2 guests).

The girls were named Britney and Melissa. They asked for some music, and I played Lady Gaga's "The Fame Monster" album on my iPhone. They danced and messed around with each other. When I sucked on Britney's tits, I tasted sweet breast milk. She confirmed she was lactating. For $10 she offered to squirt her milk all over my face. I declined. I don't dislike breast milk, but it is not a fetish for me.

Then it turned out that Melissa was also lactating. The 2 girls were young and lived near each other. Both of them had babies. I suppose whoring is the best way they have to support their kids.

Melissa (the blonde) did not look as good naked as clothed. Her waist was too thick and her belly was a little fat and her tits were not as big as they had appeared with her clothes on. Women know how to dress to make themselves appear more attractive. Britney (the brunette) looked good naked--her tits were C's.

After we were done, the girls took my phone number and asked if I would sponsor them to come to the US. They said they would need to have jobs waiting. I replied that I could get them jobs in Detroit strip clubs. Have I now found my true calling as a Detroit pimp?


Night 3. Sophia texted me and asked me to join her in the bar around 9PM. She sent me a couple pics with partial nudity. I went down and conversed with her at the bar.

With her long blonde hair and big boobs, Sophia was one of the most attractive whores at the Del Rey, maybe an 8.5. We went upstairs and had sex again. She offered to spend the whole night for another $100 and asked if I wanted to go to dinner and dancing the following night. I begged off. Sophia was nice but I wanted more variety.

Back down in the bar, I looked at all the whores and drank too much. Around midnight I saw a beautiful girl. Her name was Vanessa. Small, pale skin, long blonde hair, slim waist, small ass, big boobs. I rated her a 9.5. She was ready to go to my room, but I told her I was tired out. I'm an old man. I said I would meet her tomorrow at 10PM.


Night 4. I arrived at the Blue Marlin Bar around 9PM. The bar was more crowded with whores and customers than ever before. I could not find a seat at first and had to wait for a bar stool to open up.

More and more girls came in and circulated around the bar. Most were too heavy for me. A few met my standards, but I wanted to wait for Vanessa. Of course, 10 o'clock passed without Vanessa and about 10:15 I texted her with no result. Just like waiting for a stripper. At 10:30 I decided to walk through the Casino to look for her, and I found her almost at once. She was wearing a long red dress that really exposed the tops of her boobs. She said she had looked for me in the bar but had not seen me.

Well, I took Vanessa upstairs and she was the best I had. For $100, I got BBBJ and CFS with a 9.5 blonde. She was young and sweet. If this had not been my last night, I would have spent more time with Vanessa. I have her number, and if I go back to San Jose I will contact her.



But I don't think I'll go back to San Jose. I like American strip clubs more than whore houses. I like spending time talking to strippers and persuading them to meet me OTC. I know that some TUSCLers see no difference between strippers and whores, but I see a difference. Especially after encountering the whores of the Hotel Del Rey.