During spring break we went to Cancun. Four of us shared a room. We partied and met some guys there. We went clubbing and this older Mexican man came over to me and put a hundred dollar bill in my top. He stopped me from going anywhere and put another hundred dollar bill in my top, pushing the two bills down between my boobs. Then another hundred dollar bill. This time after putting the bill in my top he grabbed my boob and leaned over to kiss me. I had been pushed up against the wall, the music was loud and people were everywhere and I couldn't see any of my friends. I felt his hand as he put it down the front of my shorts and he kissed me hard on my mouth.

He took me by the hand to walk me out, but I held back. He put another hundred dollar bill in my top and took me by the hand out of the club into a waiting car.

He wasn't weird or anything, mostly it was straight sex, but he took some pictures with his phone. His driver took us back to my hotel, and when I was getting out he asked for another kiss, he held up another hundred dollar bill, so I kissed him. What was one last kiss? I had kissed his penis the night before and let him have sex with me.

It is the only time I have ever sold myself. I don't regret it as such, it is more of a question as to why I did it.