Yesterday I had my first and I think also my last experience in the Red Light District. I couldn't say exactly where, other than that it was in a side street off the busy canals, with one of the many sex shows on the other side of the water.
I went to the Red Light District on a whim one evening, thinking I might try two ladies at once. Before this, I had only tried a few escorts. My inexperience and nerves (also caused by the crowds around me) didn't help. The ladies quickly realized that this was my first time with window prostitution. They checked politely and promised me a relaxed experience, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
Without thinking, I immediately paid 200 euros (100 per lady), without checking what they would do for that price, convinced that that was the going rate for oral and vaginal sex. Very stupid mistake. When I was lying in bed, they told me that this initial amount was only for relaxation and some manual work; for 200 euros more, they would also do PMC. I was stiff with nerves and felt stupid for not having looked at the price list first and clearly agreed on something. I tried to remain friendly and respectful, kept saying sorry, etc., but we were already getting started.
One of the ladies gently calmed me down while the other took care of me. They wouldn't push anything I didn't want, she said. I got a little more in the mood and decided to go for oral sex after all, but then they tried to push further. I felt myself getting even more nervous—I had imagined it very differently, thought I had already paid more with the initial amount, and felt increasingly pressured by the two ladies. They spoke to each other in Romanian, one asking the other irritated questions about my stammering. I mainly tried to say no respectfully and enjoy the experience, but mostly I thought I had made a grave mistake. When they tried to push even more for sex (for 300 euros per lady) while they were jerking me off, I came anyway. That was honestly a relief, because then it was over.
They tried to push for a second round, but I had run out of steam and my nerves were on edge. One of the two seemed a bit pissed off about it. To be honest, tears were welling up in my eyes. I got dressed quickly, and while I did so, I tried to keep the conversation friendly, but the pissed-off one seemed even more irritated. I was absolutely not dawdling, but apparently that wasn't fast enough. I made my escape as fast as I could, 400 euros lighter, with thank yous and sorrys, and rushed towards the metro.
I understand that I didn't think clearly enough on impulse before going into this, and was clearly not prepared for it. So many nerves, man. I can understand their actions to some extent, but I would still have liked to see a little more compassion for a clearly nervous customer.
I don't think I'm made for window prostitution.