How much for the hooker? For a week?

I want to share a story from our vacation in Mexico.

To set the scene:  The resort we stay in has a bar on the beach.  It’s actually a large round bar sitting on a huge slab of decorated concrete with tables circling the outside of the bar.

We were sitting at a table one evening, enjoying some beer, tequila, and the sunset.

I looked over to the bar and noticed two women girls, in their early 20s at the very oldest, who were not dressed appropriately for the beach/resort/bar.

Everyone else was wearing and assortment of shorts, t-shirts, tank tops, and swim suits.  These gals were wearing skirts so short that I could see butt cheeks; tops so small that I could see nipples popping out; and shoes that were true “fuck me” heels.  They were so high that I suffered vertigo just looking at them.

These girls were not alone.  They were accompanied by two men who appeared to be in their late 50s or early 60s.  These men were not “ugly” but they were not enjoyable to look at (not like Mike Rowe!).

The couples moved to a table and I noticed that one of the men’s hands was “roaming” over his partner’s butt and boobs.  Roaming and grabbing, grabbing and roaming.  That hand had a wedding ring on it.

“Hmmmm. . .  I don’t think that’s his wife.” I said to Angry.  Someone tried to take a picture of the two couples and he shouted, in a panic, “No pictures!  No pictures!”  My thought had been validated.

They spent the evening at the table feeling each other up until they left.  We assumed they went to their rooms for more than roaming and grabbing.

The next evening, they were at one of the tables at the bar again.  One of the young women lit a cigarette; her partner (he was without a wedding ring) pushed the ashtray across the table, gave her a very nasty look, and turned his face away from her and the smoke.  She quickly put out the cigarette and popped a piece of gum into her mouth.  Next thing I know they are facing each other sticking their tongues straight out and touching the tips together while “wagging” them.  GROSS!  GROSS!!  This is NOT what I wanted to see while trying to enjoy a beautiful sunset.

During the rest of our trip, every time we saw them at the outdoor restaurant the men had their hands all over these girls.  All. Over.  They were constantly french kissing.  It was worse than two teenagers in a mall parking lot.

In the swimming pool?  God only knows what was going on under the water (they stayed in one corner the entire day).  Angry commented that he would stay far away from that section of the pool.  He assumed it might be “gross" over there.  Needless to say, the bikinis that the girls wore were non-existent.  A strip of Christmas ribbon would have covered more real estate.

I’m not sure how much these gals cost for the week.  But from what I witnessed in public areas of the resort (I do not want to think about what happened in private), the men got their money’s worth!