This is my first Red Pill field report. I am keen to know what you folks think. It was certainly a different experience then is typical for me.

About me:

I am a white Canadian who moved to Panama a few months ago to pursue business opportunities, and spend time with my family living there. I recently acquired work that allows me to practice my Spanish, though it has very long hours, and I live in a house by the beach.

Body:

Yesterday night, I was running along the beach as is my habit. I am overweight (probably 29-31 BMI) and I have been trying to cut weight since I moved. I move past a group of Latins, two men, and three women who are drinking by the beach.

"Hey Gringo! Come join us!" One of the men entreats, while the girls giggle and look me over. I am a little nervous, since my Spanish is still very remedial, but I take a seat and start talking with them. Immediately the women start flirting with me, and we trade a pidgin mix of Spanish and English as I try to pick up more words. I am handed a beer, and I sit beside one of the women. (HB7, she looked good in a bikini) (I will call her Lana for the purposes of this report.) It turns out they are celebrating a birthday of one of the other women.

One of the other girls, a close friend of hers pulls out some photos and say we look good together, and so I wrap my arm around her and they begin taking photos. I smile and press her closer, and she reciprocates by cuddling close. I get a wolf whistle from one of the other men and a comment of 'Buen Chica, Si?" I begin talking quietly with Lana, the language barrier is difficult, but she is throwing me all sorts of indicators, so I was not too frustrated with our occasional inability to communicate. I learn she is twenty eight years old, with a child in Venezuela, but no father. She is working down in Panama in clubs she says. (We will get more to this part later.)

For those who do not know, Venezuela is currently a socialist shithole, where hyperinflation has effectively destroyed the country, and citizens are trying to leave en masse. They often go to Panama.

I nod my head, and grab her another beer. She begins petting my leg. 'Dame un beso' she says. So I tilt her head back and we kiss for awhile. After about another ten minutes of this, while I occasionally talk with the other Latins, I ask if she wants to go to my place for some wine.

She says (Translated) "Why do you want me to go to your house? I like the beach right now. Wine? Bring it here! We could enjoy some on the beach." She smiles suggestively, and I nod my head, because I am getting some play, and I head back to my house. A five minute walk later, and I come back with two bottles in tow. I am greeted with a grateful cheer, and the party goers quickly pass the bottles around, with Lana pouring a cup for me, holding it while I drink. At this point we are slightly aside the others, and continuing to kiss occasionally, pleasantly drunk.

The birthday girl (We will call her Maria) gets up and runs towards the beach, and the other women move to follow her. Carlos, the leader of the group and the only one who speaks fluent English elbows me, and says "We are going to my house after, maybe buy some beer. Go grab your girl."

We walk arm in arm to Carlos' house, where he passes out a few more beers. I am offered some of the birthday cake, and Maria says she will cook a meal for me.

Lana grabs my hand, and begins dancing for me. She says "Do you know Salsa?" as she performs the steps. I say no, that I never danced much in my home country. She says 'Well, every man knows how to dance something." before turning around and grinding her ass into my crotch, hip-hop style.

At this point I am enjoying the night, and not thinking much about what would progress next. Then she says to me "We could go to your place, get some more wine. Carlos wants some money for alcohol."

I walk her to my house, and it begins to rain. Once inside Lana begins inspecting it, before settling on a couch. I pour her a glass of wine, and she says "I do not think we should go back, it is raining outside."

Recognizing this for what it is, heavy petting ensues, and she ends up in my room, on my bed, with me slowly removing her clothes while we grind against each other. I have her top off, and I reach for her pants, only for her to place a hand over it. "No, I do not do that." Recognizing this for LMR, I just ignore her words, and keep kissing her, occasionally reaching towards the button on her pants.

She says (translated) "Not in my pussy, only people who pay money for that." I admit I am pretty into it at this point, so I flirt with her, asking how much (This may have been a mistake), but realizing what is going on now. I pretend not to understand her words that well, while continuing to pet her. I remove my wallet from my pants, and tuck it into the dresser, while continuing to kiss her. She is straddling me at this point, grinding, but those damn pants are still on.

After three tries getting those pants off, I says simply that I will not pay for sex, and I get up, before slowly putting my clothes on, and helping her. I admit I was pretty pissed off at this point and broke frame a little. She kept asking me 'What is the matter?" with a concerned croon. I would only respond coldly saying 'Nothing is wrong." This happens for a few minutes, and then I stand her up, and say I will walk her back to her friends place. I had a decent night, but sometimes you just have to say no.

We arrive at her friends place, but the gate is locked, and it is raining outside. I am not particularly caring much at this point, as this girl tried to hit me for cash. However, I do have my gentle side, so after ten minutes of waiting, I say she can wait in my house until her friends message her back. I may not like her behaviour, but I am not the sort of man who leaves a woman out in the rain at midnight.

She comes back into the house, and sits awkwardly, I disrobe to sleep, and say I will take a shower. She lies down next to me in the bed, her head on my shoulder. I do not make her leave, but I am not responding much. Eventually, the tension grows too great, and I begin kissing her again, and pull her on top of me. I disrobe her, but this time she lets me take her pants off, and immediately begins using her hand on me. I check her with a finger, and she was so slick she was staining the sheets. So at that point, I slip on a condom, and have some of the best sex I've ever had since moving to this country.

In the morning I cook her breakfast, and I walk her out. She asks me about money again, but I say that I would not pay her. She cleans my dishes, and straightens up my living space (I work too much to spend much time on cleaning.) I walk her out to her friends house, give her a kiss, and take her number, saying if she would like, we could meet again next Monday. I will message her in a couple days and consider offering her a present for her time with me. (But not money.)

Concluding Notes:

-LMR is a real bitch sometimes.

-Be prepared to walk away. Do not over invest in a sexual opportunity. Abundance mentality.

-Observe her actions, not her words.

-Poorer Latinas will occasionally try to hit you for money if you are a Gringo. They are not necessarily prostitutes. Do not give it to them if you want good sex.

-Women want sex just as much as men do. If you are getting IOIs, Maintain your frame.

-With enough money difference the AF/BB dynamic turns more into a power dynamic. Take note.

Update: Not a call girl, or a prostitute she works six days a week in retail. She just tried to hit me for cash because of my status. I recommend reading HS.Thompson`s insightful comment on resource disparities.