RT here.
I stopped into Tequila last Wednesday night at around 1:30, after the big event at the Gruta Azul. I was not 100% certain that I would be leaving with anyone, but I was all sexed up from the show, so you never know.
After about a half hour, I was approached by one girl. She wasn't the most beautiful, but she was acceptable, and pleasant to speak with. I do not remember her name, but she is Colombian, and -- amazingly -- had her original rack on her chest.
Anyway, we talked, and she said all the right things, including, "you can pay me when I leave." Now, I never used the exact words "todo la noche," but (I thought) that it was implicit in our conversation. At one point, I even replied to one of her questions with, "you can ask me in the morning." I might have even told her that I don't pay US$100 for just a couple of hours, but I am not entirely clear on that.
So we get back to my apartment, and she's a good date. It started out with us making out in the elevator, and we had above-average sex. When we were done, she even came across with the massage that she promised, having her own oil in her pocketbook.
At around 4:30, we're lightly dozing, and she announces that she's going home. I pointed out that it wasn't part of our agreement, and she denied ever agreeing to anything more than a couple of hours. Until that point, I was looking forward to doing her again in the morning, but when she said, "look -- I fucked you, I sucked you, I even massaged you. I did my job, and now I'm going home," it kinda ruined the mood for me. I told her that she was at best violating the spirit of our agreement, and at worst, a big liar. I told her that my apartment wasn't a prison, and she could go, but if she was leaving, she was leaving NOW. That's what she wanted to do, so I threw her clothes at her, gave her money, and said GET OUT. No, you can't use the bathroom. No, you can't have a chicklet. No, no, no. Just put your clothes on and Get Out.
I thought I was getting the right signals at the club, but the moral is: however much you think you have an understanding, discuss the agreement in detail before leaving. Sure, it ruins the mood a little, but it sure beats throwing clothes at a hooker and tossing her out of your apartment when you'd rather be sleeping.
This isn't to say that Tequila Rock doesn't have its share of pretty and excellent dates waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, it just means that I have to do all of the things that I tell other guys to do when they're there.
