Evolution of a Monger

When I started out mongering somewhere around 1990, gentlemen's clubs had everything I wanted and desired. For 20 years lap dances were sufficient to keep me entertained. Dancers wanted you to have a good time and seemed to actually enjoy entertaining men. It was not just ‘fast money’ or ‘a hustle’. I could satiate my craving for variety and excitement while not cheating on my spouse. By around 2009 when the recession hit, strip clubs started to suck. Dancers started over-counting songs more frequently. Dancers would start dancing in the middle or latter part of a song, yet still demanded you pay for a full song. Dancers wanted to go to the VIP room, expecting to just sit on my lap and have a conversation at a rate of $10 per minute. Feminism was blossoming. In some instances, dancers were trying to unionize or get regular wages. Millennial dancers were slowly pushing Generation X out of the strip clubs. This new crop had a poor work ethic. Everyone was constantly on the internet thanks to smart phone technology. Social media evolved to the point where dancers would create venues to discuss how to scam customers. On the flip, the internet was now in the palm of our hand and afforded us easier access to escorts. I was divorced by then and started to look for a better bang for my buck. I met probably 100 escorts over those years. Being in Las Vegas meant there was a never ending supply of women willing to have sex for money. A few of those women were epic and will forever hold a place in my Sexual Hall of Fame, but I found myself disappointed about as much as I thought the money was well spent. Half of the time, the women who would show up were uglier or fatter or older than their pictures. Sometimes you would get a ‘cash and dash’ or have to deal with a pimp. Many would charge ridiculous add-ons for things like cumming on their boobs or kissing. Sugaring got big around 2011. While I saw some success in that medium, there were issues there as well. Some girls wanted to legitimately be in a relationship with you. Some girls did not understand their worth. There were plenty of fakers and flakers to deal with. I had finally gotten to the point in my life where I had plenty of money. I was not Scrooge McDuck diving into piles of cash, but I could live comfortably. I was not looking to risk having a shitty experience just to save a mere $200 like I would in my youth. I really do not know how many good healthy years I have left to live. The number of years my dick will fully function will be even less. I decided to throw caution to the wind and participate in the most expensive genre of mongering: porn star escorts. I had heard for years from guys online how fucking porn stars was a waste of money. The charges were always north of $1000 per hour. They will rip you off like any other dumb escort. They are not as pretty in real life as they are on your computer or tv. They are vanilla compared to their on screen persona. I was super skeptical going into this, but I wanted the bragging rights and ego boost, even if it was just for myself. I have fucked over 20 porn stars now at price points between $500 and $2500. I can’t say I have had a truly bad experience yet. The worst thing I have dealt with was a few young ladies being late to an appointment. The actual sex has been everything I have desired. My hypothesis is porn stars have a reputation that they have to uphold. They cannot rip guys off and then just disappear and reinvent themself under a new name and look like the women on escort and sugar baby websites. If you choose to have sex in front of a camera as a career, then you probably really do enjoy fucking. The first pornstar I saw was Carmella Bing when she was still in her prime. She made me feel comfortable and was no different than she was in the porn flicks. Other notable porn stars I have been with are Gianna Michaels, Megan Rain, Lauren Phillips, Kristina Rose and Nicolette Shea. Sex with porn stars is expensive, no doubt about it, but I have a 100% satisfaction rate, at least so far. With escorts and sugar babies, which have almost become the same thing over time, I am disappointed about 50% of the time. In modern strip clubs, I leave with a smile on my face about 10% of the time. This is just one man’s evolution as a monger.