In my mid-twenties, I lived for a couple of years with a girl named Han. Han was originally from Vietnam, but grew up near Montreal. She was 5' 1" with a great body, though in somewhat miniature proportions. Han's most attractive features were her face with its flawless skin and her full sensual mouth. As for me, I was 6', about 180lbs, with green eyes and at the time short brown hair. Our apartment was close to downtown Montreal and if we went out for the night we could usually walk or hop on the metro for a short ride home. After a few drinks, depending on our moods, the trip home could sometimes be a bit of an adventure.
One time after a night out near old Montreal we decided to head to Chinatown for a snack, before going home. On the way there we cut through a parking lot off rue St Laurent. There at the edge of the parking lot were a couple of whores looking for business. In fact, even though Han was with me they still flashed us their pussies and shouted out some offers.
Being a little drunk I gestured to Han and asked, "How much for her?"
One of them said she'd lick Han's pussy for fifty bucks.
With my arm around her I put a bemused Han forward as my counter offer, "How much would you pay for her to lick your pussies?"
They laughed, but of course they wouldn't offer us a thing. They did say that for forty dollars each, that we could both lick their pussies.
I said that I just wanted to see my girlfriend lick a pussy, but if I could jerk off on one of their pussies for a twenty, my girlfriend would lick them clean. Then I added, "She's really good."
One of them said yes, but still wanted forty dollars.
When I said we'd think about it and we started walking away, one of the whores called out from behind, "You can do me for thirty."
Han getting into the spirit shouted back, "Twenty five!"
The whore insisted on thirty, saying that five dollars wasn't too much for us, but it was a lot for her.
Being a student at the time, I felt that she didn't really appreciate that state of my finances. I probably didn't have the same drug expenses, but I also couldn't generate her cash flow. As a matter of fact, to pay I would have had to borrow the money from Han.
"We're going to go get something to eat and think about it," I said. "Maybe we'll be back."
"OK, twenty-five," the hooker said as we walked away.
From across the street I called back, "We'll probably be back in fifteen minutes."
Han and I talked about it, as we walked to restaurant and even though we were a bit drunk we had to agree it was too risky. As an idea it would have been wild to have Han lick my cum off a street hooker's pussy, but in the real world it would have been an insane chance to take. Referring to these girl's as whores might seem as a little course and uncharitable, but this was the city's red-light district and a particularly seedy one at that. It definitely wouldn't be the right place for Richard Gere to find Julia Roberts. All fun and games aside these girls were tough. We could easily get robbed in addition to contracting a life altering STD.
At the restaurant there were two topics of conversation that dominated our meal. As to be expected our conversation began in excited hushed tones about Han's close brush with cunnilingus. We were both so turned on and we talked about trying to find another girl to be with us, including calling an escort. The longer we were at the restaurant though, the more our talk began to note the glacial pace of service. Apparently late night dining was a bad time for dim sum. The carts that brought the food were infrequent and since our table was consistently the last stop for the servers, by the time they got to us the selections were slim. Han and I were both pretty adventurous eaters, but the remaining parts and entrails in the steamers were much less tempting than even the pussy on offer outside in the parking lot. We ended up ordering off the menu just to get fed, so we could get out of there.
After we ate we headed up to rue Ste. Catherine with the intention of taking the metro home. Since it still wasn't too late and the weather was pretty nice for late November, we just kept walking west along Ste. Catherine though downtown.
Rue Ste. Catherine is the main street in Montreal's downtown core. The street has a lot of retail on it and bars off on its side the streets. Another common feature popping up every few blocks were amusement arcades. At street level the arcades were filled with video games and in their basements they had peep show booths. In the booths you could lock the door, feed in change and watch porn. They had a huge variety of channels and while not comparable to the internet today, still had plenty to offer for someone looking to jerk off.
After a night out when we felt like a nasty place to fuck, sometimes Han and I would pop down into one of these arcade basements to watch some porn and act out some of our own. As we walked along Ste. Catherine the plan was forming in my head that tonight would be a good night for just that. As we approached the first arcade on our walk I smiled and mentioned to Han, "Feel like watching a movie?"