Age 22. I had planned on a cheap beach vacation with a friend in Cancun Mexico at a resort said friend was great.
2 days before the trip, said friend had to cancel due to his tyrannical boss who threatened to fire him if he took the trip.
I paid for my plane ticket and room. I was going, he agreed to pay his share of the resort.
If you know anything about me, it’s that I’m like a cactus. I need very little care & feeding. I’ll find fun if I want it and I’m fine solo as well.
So I’m in my little seaside Mexican villa when there’s a knock at my door. Housekeeping?
Me: Hello?
Marta: Hola. Escott?
Me: Si
Marta: I am Marta.
Me: Hola Marta
Marta: I’m a friend of Mark.
Me: Oh. No way! Cool. He’s not here. He couldn’t make it.
Marta: Si. He tell me. He tell me to come see you.
Me: Oh. OK. Come in. May I get you something to drink?
Marta was around my age. Maybe a year or two younger. Very pretty. Nice. Dressed like a tourist. Red & white tank top, white shorts & sandals.
She nods. I pour her a tequila on the rocks and open a beer. I practiced my Spanish, on her, which in previous years was much better, but mostly broken by 3 semesters of college Italian. Whatever the case, we had a good time. We ordered room service, listened to music, laughed and ultimately had sex most of the night & the following morning. I ask if she wants to go to breakfast
Me: ¿Quieres desayunar?
Marta: No gracias. I gotta go.
Me: OK. That was really fun. What’re you doing later?
Marta: Si. Canjusigndebeezaaleeep?
Me: Huh?
Marta tries a few more times to get the point across and I still have no clue what she’s saying, then I see it. It’s a a credit card receipt. She was trying to say “Can you sign the Visa slip”?
Mark had gotten me a prostitute as a thank you gift for my understanding for his bailing on the trip.
While I’m no choirboy, I had never paid for sex before (and still haven’t) I was kind of shocked. I tipped her well with his money.
I really thought I was doing well with her too.
And scene...
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