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Putas of the Caribbean (Prostitutes of the Caribbean)
By Leo Alexander
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Copyright © 2011 Sir Leo Alexander
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ISBN: 978-1-4634-0523-6
Chapter One
Welcome to the Caribbean
It was in 1988 and I was 26 when I left the world I knew in South Africa and flew to the Island of Saint Maarten in the Caribbean. A beautiful ground hostess named Lisa checked me in on the Eastern Airlines flight in Miami bound for St. Maarten. She was interested and intrigued with me as I had come from Africa and she hoped to go there one day. We exchanged contact information, but we never saw each other again. I wonder if she ever made it to Africa.
When I arrived in Saint Maarten I immediately felt the heat and knew, "hey mun tis da Caribbean". Leaving the airport I passed by old colonial style houses as the taxi took me down to the city of Phillipsburg. The Island is half Dutch and half French. Phillipsburg is located on the Dutch side. When St. Maarten was first settled it is said that the French and Dutch decided to share the Island. So a Frenchman and a Dutchman decided to start at a certain point of the Island, each one walking in opposite directions around the islands' coast. At the point where they met up they drew a line across to split the Island in two. They say the Dutchman stopped along the way for drinks and that is why the Dutch side is smaller than the French. Well, that's the simple version of the story anyway.
There were a lot of sailors, better known as "yachtees" on the Island. Many of them would visit a pub called Sam's Place. It was well known to the crew of cruise ships as well. The original owner, a South African, was killed in a light aircraft accident in the Caribbean. I headed straight over to check it out. Over a few drinks I met a Swedish guy there named Mark. We later became good friends.
He directed me to a guesthouse on Back Street where I had to pay $20 a night. The room did not have air conditioning, but a big ceiling fan which managed to keep me cool at night. I was also introduced to "Island style" of no hot water in the showers. This was fine though as the temperature would average about 32 degrees Celsius. The water is generally warm or lukewarm as the pipes are close to the surface, enabling the hot Caribbean sun to heat the water.
One day Mark and I decided to rent scooters and take a ride around the Island. We were just leaving Phillipsburg when we noticed a place along the road full of hot women hanging around outside. With free time on our hands, curious and single we decided we just had to stop and investigate. We parked our scooters out front and entered the establishment. Entering the bar we walked over to the bar counter located on the opposite side of the entrance and to the left. On the right was a small stage and dance floor. The place was not too large, just a comfortable size. We ordered ice cold Amstel beers to quench our thirst from the Caribbean heat. I sat down, looked around, and noticed about 12 women in the bar. We soon discovered Putas of the Caribbean (Prostitutes of the Caribbean) that they were all Latinos. It was not long when a hot looking young woman came over and introduced herself to me.
She spoke Spanish. At that stage of my life the only Spanish I knew was "si" or "no". She surprised me by beginning to rub my crotch and of course gave me an instant hard on. I had not had any sex in a while because of the traveling. She became excited as she rubbed my cock, which was protruding straight out due to lose thin shorts I was wearing. She called over to her friends saying something in Spanish. I can only guess she said something about my stiff cock. Three girls came over and one by one they each took turns squeezing their hands around my cock. I felt like it was almost as if they were shaking hands with my dick and implying "Welcome To the Caribbean". I sat back and enjoyed this unorthodox greeting.
This turned out to be the Seaman's Club, a well-known whorehouse in Saint Maarten. That day I had my first Latino whore in the Caribbean named Sandra, a 19 year old Columbian. She was a hot looking young woman with long dark hair, rounded curvy body, and nice firm tits. She hadn't had children before so her pussy was nice and tight. Cost back then was only US $20. A great value for the money.
The first Spanish word a westerner learns is "Cuanto" which means "How Much?" Followed by two other words you would hear as a response: "Cincuenta" = Fifty and "Cien" = One hundred. This is generally the going rate for a hookers in the Caribbean.
Chapter Two
Work Places
In many places throughout the Caribbean and Latin America prostitution is legal or tolerated. Work places in these parts consist of bars, whorehouses, nightclubs, taverns, street, casinos and hotel lobbies. Like many places in the world, most islands in the Caribbean will have a place to visit. However you will find that the working girls typically come from other Islands or South America.
In Dominican Republic they have turned some residential homes into high-class whorehouses. The houses look like ordinary homes in the area, and only the taxi drivers or their clients would know where they are. The women plying their trade in these circumstances are mainly beautiful Dominican women. Some of them are women who have boyfriends or are married. Their boyfriends or husbands would drop them off for work in the evening and pick them up in the morning. It was not uncommon to witness a scooter pulling up to the house with the man driving and their woman on the back all dressed up ready for work.
"Casablanca", (The White House) is one of these houses, situated in a residential area in Santiago, Dominican Republic's second largest city. Home to many beautiful fair skinned Dominican women. I was quite taken with the place from the moment we entered. The host directed us out along a paved pathway to the garden. We were led to a table surrounded by plants, blocking the view of the house. With a clear star lit sky above, this was a lovely tranquil and comfortable setting. After having been served drinks, the host came back out around the corner along the path followed by an entourage of women. One by one he introduced each of the beautiful women to us. We felt like Kings relaxing in the garden atmosphere being presented with female offerings. The place was known for beautiful and quality women. There was even talk of some Canadian women working at Casablanca at times.
Another common place in the Dominican Republic is in the nightclubs. Most of the nightclubs also have shows, from stripteases to cabaret. The problem is that if you take one of the girls you have to pay the house a fee. Normally you would take the woman to a motel, of which there are plenty all over the cities. These motels are very clean, discrete and well organized. You would drive into the premises, park your car in an open garage, and close the door behind you. Then enter the room through the garage. The telephone would ring and an operator then asks if you require anything to drink. A few minutes later your drinks arrive, usually a bottle of rum, cokes and a bucket of ice. The drinks are passed through a revolving hatch, so that you do not see each other. You then pay for the drinks and the room. Most rooms have a large comfortable bed, Jacuzzi and porno movies showing on the TV. Many motels have a theme or have their own distinctive design. Their brightly lit signs attract the attention of anyone passing by.
I recall a time sitting in the Jacuzzi in one of these places drinking champagne, porno movie showing and two hot Dominican girls having ago at each other on the bed. One was lying on her back legs apart, while the other licked away on her pussy. While sitting back with a drink in hand I couldn't but think to myself, "Man, this is the life". Of course I later joined in on the fun. I ended up eating the one woman's pussy while the other was sucking my cock without a condom. She had beautiful long red fingernails with soft hands that were caressing me. Then she did something that was new to me at that time. She sucked hard on my cock then slid part of her finger up my ass. I could not contain myself and shot a full load of cum into her mouth. The girl on top of me was in ecstasy as I tried to push her away. I wanted to see the reaction of the girl with her mouth full of cum. However she held on to me, pussy pressed tight against my mouth. I was unable to see how the other girl had reacted.
Ah, but I digress. Must get back to places of business.
The Carwash is a place you must experience in Dominican Republic. Yes, it is an actual carwash, with an open air bar and patio. Drop your cars off for a wash and spend the time on the patio with plenty of girls for companionship. You can order the drinks by the bottle, generally scotch or rum. Some places you can only take the women away after their shift is finished. Others will have rooms around the back or you can take them to a nearby motel. Most of the time guys just go there for the drinks and company of the women. You'll hear Latina music usually blaring in the background, and an area where you can dance with the girls.
Street hookers are not too common as authorities prefer the women to be working in designated areas. In many places you have to be careful as some street hookers are not women, but transvestites or transsexuals. Some are even prettier than the women. San Juan, Puerto Rico is a place you will find these kinds of "girls" on the street. I passed by some of them on Ponce Leon, a street near the hotel where I was staying. Some of them would flash their tits at me, saying to me in Spanish "look at this Papi". Surprisingly natural looking tits I must say.
One of the famous places in Puerto Rico was the Black Angus, which has since been closed down. The girls would always try the same trick. As soon as you have the girl in the room, her friend would come knocking or storm into the room and ask if you wanted a threesome. This ploy, obviously to gain more money, was also used in some of the guesthouses in Curaçao.
When I was visiting Tegucigalpa in Honduras, I saw some street hookers near the hotel I was staying at and was curious about how much they charged. As I approached them, a pretty brunette eyed me and approached. She suggested I walk with her. I turned around with her by my side and headed towards the direction of the hotel. She was walking as fast as she could as I was questioning her on her services. I then heard calls from behind me as we reached the corner. Five other women were calling out to me in Spanish, "Choose me. I am the one for you". The girl by my side called backed to them and said that I had chosen her. All I was doing was inquiring about the services. I called back that I was not interested, but they kept on pursuing me, saying that they were the girl for me. Eventually I turned to the girl by my side and told her I was not interested and started to run. I looked back and saw all 6 girls running after me. At this point I was worried what the hotel guests and staff would think of me running to the hotel with all these women in pursuit. Luckily, as I approached the hotel, they backed off. Never had I met such desperate hookers. There too I was told by locals that not all the streetwalkers were girls.
Later in my room I got to thinking about what happened. I had a curious thought, what would have happened if I took the brunette back with me? As she took off her panties, would she have exposed a cleanly shaved pussy ready to be penetrated or would she have pulled out a cock? Hmm.
The most famous of all places in the Caribbean is located on the Dutch Island of Curacao. Campo Alegre. It is situated on top of the hill overlooking the Hato airport. Campo Alegre's name was changed to Mirage for a while, but returned to the original name of Campo Alegre. Most likely as everyone would still refer to it as Campo. Other names or phrases used are "On the hill", "Are you going up the road tonight?" or "The library", commonly called by friends of mine. This name was used as you would be able to speak openly about it without wives or girlfriends really knowing what you are talking about. "Read any good books lately?" or "I read a great book at the library the other night."
Campo Alegre is believed to have started after WW11. A friend of mine had an uncle who had visited Campo soon after the war. There are two stories of how or why this place began. One was that it was established by the local authorities because of the large presence of foreign employees who worked at the Shell Oil Refinery. It was thought that horny young single men would not screw their daughters, but instead would visit the whores. The second story is that the first women to work in this place were prisoners at that time. They were given the opportunity to work off their sentences and make some money at the same time. Most of these women working at Campo happened to be Latinos.
Campo was in fact an old army camp that was turned into a legally run whorehouse with a total of 150 rooms, each with their own bathrooms consisting of a toilet, shower unit and wash basin. In the past, these rooms were not air-conditioned but with fans. The girls had to buy the fans for themselves or were passed on to the next woman.
There was dirt in between the barracks, so you knew if someone had visited Campo just by looking at his shoes. As dust would cover your shoes someone would notice and remark "Hey you just been to Campo?" There was an old sign at the gate that read "For men only. No women or dogs allowed"
The place went through major renovations starting in the late 1990's. With all the rooms fitted with air- conditioners and TV's showing porno movies. Palm trees were planted along with other tropical plants. All the areas between the rooms have now been paved. Each room is also fitted with a panic button. If a woman feels she is in any danger she can press it and within minutes a security guard will be at her door. On the outside, a red light is fitted above each door. The switch is located on the inside of the doorway, so when switched on it is to indicate the woman is occupied. Some rooms are like a small one bedroom apartment. The front room typically consists of only a chair or small sofa. Some women place their CD players in this room. Then going through a doorway into a small bedroom about 8' x 8' with the bathroom on the side. Some have glass shower units in the bedroom, so the client can watch the woman shower. All bedrooms are fitted with a large mirror on the wall next to the bed.
A large bar with pool tables and slot machines is located in the middle of the grounds. They qualified for a Casino license as they met the minimum number of 100 rooms a hotel is required to have a license. Later the Casino was closed down due to a new licensing regulation.
The Casino primarily had the German Bergmann roulettes. We would bet 3 Guilders on a number and if your number came up, you would win back 36 guilders. This was just enough to pay for a quickie. The joke was that every visit we would try our luck to see if we get a 3 guilder fuck.
In the future, they plan to build a swimming pool for the girls and customers. There was a lot of controversy about all these renovations, which ran into the millions of guilders. One of the owners and his lawyer served out a prison term for organized crime and money laundering. The former Minister of Justice was implicated for giving special work permits for the girls. He soon died after his arrest, which is still under investigation as to the cause of death. I speculate it was stress brought on by his arrest.
There was a period of time when the girls were unable to get work permits. The Lieutenant Governor refused to give the girls' work permits because of illegal permits the former Justice Minister had issued. The authorities wanted to ship all the girls back to their own countries as they had declared their permits were illegal. All the hookers filed suit against the Government and won the case to continue working. They claimed they did not know their permits were illegal. Campo owners also said that if the girls were not able to get work permits, they would start hiring local girls to do the work. Surprisingly they did get some local applications. We'll discuss this point more later on. The Lawyer who had represented the girls and won the case for them was treated to a private show. He was a little embarrassed as he did not expect this. As he sat in a chair they danced all around him, stripping off their clothes.
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