My ears perked up. The girl was young, maybe 22, she was busty and was wearing short shorts. She was not wearing a skin tight, crotch high skirt nor a shirt so tight and and scantly cut as to leave only her nipples themselves to the imagination. She did not look the part. But her pimp did. He was smiling, trying to talk English to his source of income for the night, and did not seem to squirm when the American said that he did not have any money to pay him tonight.
These old Americans and Europeans traveling to the tropics to bang young girls often find themselves at the business end of firearms and knives manned by pimps or other thugs they have a disagreement with over pay with. Engaging in prostitution is some parts of the world can be a dangerous game, but I think this may be part of the appeal.
Jose complied and gave the American a room. The couple went off to a room upstairs. I shrugged. The old guy followed her up the steps tight on her ass. Around five minutes later the girl came running down the stairs with the old American on her heels.
The girl wanted to get away, it was clear that she did not want to sleep with the old guy, but escape would prove tricky β there were contracts with multiple parties that she would have to fulfill now. Jose, knowing the situation, knew the girl could not just leave. He would need to smooth things over, save face for everyone, and make sure the situation did not grow out of control.
Jose took the girl aside and talked with her. They then returned to the old American and reworked the deal so that the girl would only have to be with him for two hours rather than all night long.
