Finding Angel
The shophouse along Tanjong Katong Road was forgettable. But the partitioned rooms on level two were done up nicely. “Blue Angels” had about four of five SYT’s. I was gobsmacked when I met her. I’ve forgotten her name. So I will just call her
Angel
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The mobile phone number was operated by Mr. Pimp of “Blue Angels”. Sometimes, I take a leap of faith in the spirit of discovery. Because Mr. Pimp did not provide any photos, I went along the lines of “I will reject if she is not young and pretty”, which was what Mr. Pimp claimed to offer – China beauties with snow white skin, big boobs and under 25 years-old.
Finding a parking lot was a pain. I ended up parking along Wilkinson Road, a quiet low rise residential estate, pretending I was a visitor, albeit late at night. Walked to the given shophouse address and texted Mr. Pimp. The shophouse looked dilapidated. I was thinking maybe I should just leave. Then a small door a few metres away opened. I could only see the silhouette of a shapely lady as it was quite dark. Looked promising.
“Shang lai ba” (come on up), she said, as she shut the door and led me up the unlit staircase. She used her mobile phone to shine on the staircase. From whatever little I could see, walking two steps behind her, she had nice legs and an ever nicer ass!
She led me into one of the partitioned rooms on level 2. And as soon as she switched on the room light, I was gobsmacked! Angel exceeded my expectations – about 1.65m tall; very fair skin, long flowing hair, electric eyes, sharp nose with high cheek bones. I would later find out she had 34C breasts (though enhanced) and a meaty butt. If she was taller, she would not look out of place in a fashion shoot.
I declined to shower as I had showered at home before driving directly to meet Angel. Angel came closer to me and sniffed at my neck. I found it quite comical. I raised my arm to tease her, maybe she wanted to sniff my armpit, too. “Hao le!” (done!), she laughed.
She removed my t-shirt and placed it on the wall hook. Then she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled it down to my ankles, followed by my underwear to my ankles. She took a wet tissue and wiped my cock. While she was taking down my jeans and underwear, I was already looking at her breasts through the opening of her loose top. She did not wear a bra. I naturally had a hard-on as she wiped my cock.
“Hao da, wo xi huan” (it’s big, I like it), Angel said. She knelt down and gave me a BBBJ. It was like one of the saunas I had been to in Macau, where the lady who bathed for me, cleaned my cock by giving a BBBJ. (Another story for another day: this Macau spa, different ladies “served” me for different things – one to bathe for me, one for personal grooming (clean ears, nails) and finally one for massage-cum-fuck).
Angel stood up after two minutes and removed her one-piece dress. I took off my sneakers and removed my jeans and underwear from my ankles.
The room was small, but clean and practical (for its purpose). Besides the wall hooks for clothes, it had a single-size bed, a tiny bedside table with a lamp and a wall-mounted mirror. It had no windows.
Angel switched on the bedside lamp before turning off the room light. She took off her panties and heels, and continued blowing me as I lay on the towel on the bedsheet. It was not the most skilful, but having a model-looking young lady – I would guess she was 23 or 24 years-old – putting my manhood deep into her little mouth, was visually stimulating. My hands had been molesting her body. Slight disappointment that her 34C’s were enhanced, soft on top but hard near the base. Nevertheless, the overall package was good!
“Wo zai shang mian” (I will be on top), she said. Capping me, Angel started riding me enthusiastically. She was beautiful and erotic as her long tresses swayed dramatically with her riding. Then I asked to switch to missionary position, to enjoy the view of her young and nubile body from the top. By now, she was quite wet, and my horniness went up a couple of notches, looking at the SYT I had pinned down. I continued in missionary as Angel started to hold my arms very tightly, signalling that she, too, was enjoying the action. Being my first fuck in about two weeks, I unloaded substantially into Angel in a few minutes.
Angel wiped my cock again with wet tissue, after I told her I would shower at home. In our brief chat as I dressed up, I found out she arrived just two days ago, and would stay for a month on a tourist visa.
I liked Angel because she looked stunning, very model-like; the sex was great too as she co-ordinated and acceded to my wishes cheerfully. Plus, it was good value for what was I getting - $100. I tipped her an additional $20.
“Ji de lai kan wo” (remember to come see me), Angel hugged me as I prepared to leave. She gave me her mobile number and asked that I contacted her directly in future. As I drove home via the ECP, I replayed in my mind Angel grabbing my arms tightly as I gleefully pounded her juicy pussy and admiring her beautiful face and body.
I would visit Angel three more times before she returned to China. With each visit, the experience became richer and more varied. Once, when she was giving me a BBBJ when I was standing, she would also be fingering her own pussy. Another time, I was made to fuck her in front of the mirror, just that it did not last long because the partitioned walls were not sturdy enough the withstand prolonged “stress”. And on another occasion, she bent down 90-degree and rested her arms on bed, asking that I doggy her while I was standing.
“This is my China mobile number. Call me if you are in Zhengzhou”. The message in Chinese came from a China number. It was accompanied by a photo with her eyes mosaiced-out. It was from Angel. She had reached home safely.
(To be continued)
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Originally Posted by
KiatWee
Agree with this
Thanks, wattonhenry and KiatWee. I guess being real encounters help alot in my storytelling.
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“This is my China mobile number. Call me if you are in Zhengzhou”. The message in Chinese came from a China number. It was accompanied by a photo with her eyes mosaiced. It was from Angel. She had reached home safely.
I never thought much about Angel after she left Singapore. While she was tops in terms of beauty and overall service satisfaction, I knew her for less than a month and visited four times, much lesser than my other go-to service providers.
Some six months later, I was on a work trip in Guangzhou. At a restaurant one evening, I saw a diner who resembled Angel. I had forgotten about Angel till then. That night, I texted Angel. She could not meet me in GZ, and suggested I visit her in Zhengzhou.
After fulfilling my work commitments in GZ, I took a domestic flight to Zhengzhou. It was my first time there. Though it is the capital city of Henan province, Zhengzhou felt like a tier-three Chinese city to me back then. Angel was only able to meet me after work (she worked at a retail shop). So by default, I stayed at the Sofitel, which was about 10min’s walk from her workplace.
I was at the hotel’s busy atrium lounge when Angel texted me from the lobby. I invited her to join me for a drink before we went upstairs to the room close to 11pm. Angel looked the same as I last saw her in Singapore over six months ago – in fact, more beautiful, as she was smartly dressed (clothes from the shop she worked at), as compared to the simpleton one-piece dresses she wore in Singapore.
I did not have a “deep connection” with Angel, as I liked her almost entirely for her looks and service. “Wo mei xiang dao ni hui lai Zhengzhou kan wo” (I didn’t think you will visit me in Zhengzhou), she said. After she took off her jacket and high heel shoes, Angel made herself comfortable on the sofa. She just wanted to rest and relax after a long day’s work mainly standing and serving customers buying clothes. In our conversation, I came to understand she was in Singapore for “quick money” after hearing about it from a friend. But she decided she could not do it long term, so she just stayed for the duration of her tourist visa.
I need to leave at 9 o’clock tomorrow morning, she told me in Chinese. Which informed me she was staying for the night. Angel pushed me down (we were sitting causally on the sofa), and looked me in the eye – I am surprised you came, but I am really happy you did, she said before she went to take a shower.
Angel came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. I realized she was a natural beauty – she had removed her make-up and was smiling radiantly. Later, when I came out of the shower – naked – Angel was in bed, with the blanket covering only her lower body. She giggled as my cock instantly erected at the sight of her creamy white breasts. I had no reason to hide I wanted to fuck her immediately – not when my hand was holding a box of condoms. I jumped into bed and started licking her pair of 34C’s. Although they were enhanced, it did not dampen my lust. I went down and tongued her pussy, something which I chose not to do in Singapore, not knowing if she had washed properly between customers then. Angel enjoyed a good licking, and as my tongue explored deeper into her love hole, she started tearing at my (head) hair. She was easily wet. I hurriedly capped myself and dipped my hard rod into her waiting pussy.
Back in Singapore, while the sex was good, it was consumed either standing, or on a single-sized bed in a partitioned space. Here we were, in the comfort of a 5-star hotel room and a king bed, the feeling was completely different. We shifted around the bed as I pounded her, very much encouraged by her increasing wetness. She also allowing herself to moan unashamedly, which did not happen in Singapore. I fucked Angel hard and she was relishing it. It had been a while since I had fucked such a beautiful woman, and I gladly surrendered in a massive climax shortly afterwards.
On the second night, Angel was already in the atrium lounge when she texted me. I went downstairs and joined her. We had a few drinks more that night, as she was off from work the following day. The simple pleasure of drinks and live music made Angel happy. So was I. She was talkative and playful, and by the time we went upstairs, my cock was threatening to burst out of my trousers.
Slamming the room door shut, I impatiently removed Angel’s jacket while she kicked off her heels. I unbuttoned her blouse and sucked on her hardened nipples; she had naughtily forced her hands into my trousers, reaching for my massive cock. Both a little high, we managed to clumsily strip naked and continued kissing in the shower. Angel went down and gave me a quick BBBJ before we helped each other wash up.
In bed, Angel took over. “Tang xia” (lie-down), she said. She gave me a comprehensive cat-bath from my neck to my crotch. She nibbled on my balls while looking at me seductively. Then she adopted the 69 position and began sucking my huge cock. I was busy pushing my tongue as deeply as I can into her pussy, squeezing her butt cheeks now-and-then for greater access.
Angel capped me and sat on the length of my hungry cock, grinding it outside her pussy. My cock hair was wet with her juice. The grinding progressed into my cock entering her pussy. Angel leaned forward for me to suck her nipples as she fucked me from on top, great skills she had. I tried my very best not to come as I was enjoying being fucked by her. Then she got off me and went on all fours. I really appreciated the size of the king bed, we were moving around effortlessly with space to spare. I plunged my slimy cock (the condom was laced with her white coloured juice) into her vagina doggy-style, and kept thrusting while Angel buried her face into the pillow to muffle her cries of joy. I finally came and Angel collapsed onto the bed face down.
After a late breakfast the following day, we went back to the room to pick up our belongings to check-out. I handed Angel an envelope which contained RMB 3,000, about one-month’s salary at the shop for her, I worked out. She did not open the envelope. “Zao gu hao zi ji” (look after yourself), she said, and kissed my lips.
Angel saw me off at the taxi stand at the hotel as I left for the airport. I had been in Zhengzhou for just under 48 hours, and spent two passionately intimate nights with a model-alike young lady. Was it worth the effort, time and expense? Personally, I think so. I live within my means and enjoy the moment. Because some things may not be had if you don’t take it when you can.
I never contacted Angel again. My sense was, she did not expect me to visit her. And since I did, she graciously entertained me. And I compensated her appropriately for it. She should get on with her life, as I would.
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Next: Xiao Xue – see you in Dalian
This thread, my very first story, started with Xiao Xue (XX). After she was deported, we kept in touch. I even guided her to use Skype (no Zoom back then)…. But nothing can replace a face-to-face meeting. XX asked if I would visit her in Dalian…
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funfox
All your escapades are awesome bro online2offline. Cannot wait to to read more of your adventures; from what starts off as a commercial transaction to a personal level tryst with the ladies. Certainly worthwhile and fun filled without inhibitions.
Hey bro funfox, my motto is “live to play”! Of course, have to first work hard to earn money then can play, lah
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wattonhenry
Well said, well said, though I thought it’s really quite a bit of hassle to fly from GZ to Zhengzhou. And that’s the reason why I’m not getting the pussies you are getting
Bro, my work schedule (pre-Covid) included SIN to KL in the morning, have client lunch, then KL to JKT for client dinner, all in one day. So 2.5hr GZ to Zhengzhou (for a couple of nights’ good fuck) is very acceptable to me, domestic travel without immigration/customs hassle, just “walk straight thru”… The Chinese travel app is awesome, too, cheap and good!
Xiao Xue – see you in Dalian
This thread, my very first story, started with Xiao Xue (XX). After she was deported, we kept in touch. I even guided her to use Skype (no Zoom back then)…. But nothing can replace a face-to-face meeting. XX asked if I would visit her in Dalian…
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Barely two weeks later, XX texted me from China. She missed Singapore. She (claimed) she missed me. I was happy and uneasy at the same time. Happy because I must had been nice to her, and was able to satisfy her in bed. Uneasy because she may not be saying the truth, and there could be a hidden agenda. But life’s too short to over-analyse things like this. So I suggested we can meet online via Skype (which was the predominant video meet tool then). I sent XX a link and asked her to instal Skype.
A couple of days later, it was late night, in fact very early morning - XX texted to ask if I was awake. She had installed Skype. She could not sleep, was thinking about me, and was horny. She asked if she could masturbate via Skype for me. I was amused and happily agreed.
Wearing an oversized t-shirt, XX was presumably in her apartment. She told me she missed the warm weather and the food variety in Singapore. But most of all, she missed me because I was nice to her, and the only person to bring her out for dinner in Singapore. She said she wanted to see me again, and if it was okay to masturbate herself, pretending I was with her.
XX removed her t-shirt and that familiar naked body was on-screen. She took a few steps back so I could have a full view of her face down to her vagina. Then she sat on a chair. She started playing with herself, caressing her breasts and fingering her pussy. As she continued to unleash her lust (and sluttiness), I turned from being amused to being aroused. Unconsciously, I was rubbing my own hard cock over my boxer shorts. The Skype call went on for over 20min as she finally climaxed, complete with audio. XX walked towards the camera on her laptop to give me a close-up view of her vagina, her pubic hair soaked with her cunt juice. My pre-cum had stained my boxer shorts. She had made me super horny, too.
I did not know what to make out of what just happened. She seemed like she really wanted to see me, in person. Ordinarily, why would a casual acquaintance volunteer to masturbate herself for me via Skype at 1am?
“Ni hui lai Dalian kan wo ma?” (will you meet me in Dalian?), XX asked after she wore back her oversized t-shirt. Maybe next month, I replied in Chinese. I was scheduled to be in Beijing for work the following month, but the dates were not finalized.
A week later, I texted XX two sets of dates. One was before my Beijing work trip, and the other was after my Beijing meeting dates. She chose the latter, explaining it was her “safe period”. I took it to mean she would not be having her menstruation then.
I was looking forward to see XX in person in Dalian, some two months after we last met in Singapore. To be honest, I also had some concerns – what if it was a “trap” – maybe she was setting me up and something bad could happen to me?
(To be continued)
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Originally Posted by
wattonhenry
As usual, I’m impressed with the lengths you go through to get laid. Flying from Beijing to Dalian is another 2+ hour detour with no delays. Yes, a few good nights of great pumping, but I really prefer to keep my luggage in the hotel with no change while the pussies appear at my doorstep (and I’m still paying them anyway). Nice update @
Online2Offline
.
Yeah bro, sometimes I think I’m a little crazy. Like you said, it’s easier to get room service, and I’ve had great experiences with in-calls, too. But sometimes cock itchy, just want to see/experience other places in China and take in a little adventure/excitement…..
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I was looking forward to see XX in person in Dalian. To be honest, I also had some concerns – what if it was a “trap” – maybe she was setting me up and something bad could happen to me?
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It was early December in China. After three days in Beijing, my body had acclimatized to the cold and dry weather. I packed my work clothes into the luggage and left it at the hotel in Beijing. I headed for Dalian for my two-night side trip, with two sets of casual clothes nicely rolled up and squeezed into my backpack.
The flight from Beijing to Dalian was under two hours. Xiao Xue (XX) was waiting for me at the arrival hall at the airport. Earlier, she had informed me to simply turn-up, she would take care of accommodation arrangements and the like.
XX hugged me and quickly wrapped a scarf she brought around my neck and chest. I was sufficiently warm with my sturdy overcoat, but she was insistent. Sitting at the back of the taxi, she leaned onto me and held my hand throughout the 30min journey. We had arrived at an apartment building.
“Ni jia ren zhi dao wo guo lai ma?” (does your family members know I am coming?), I asked XX as we walked towards the elevator. As it turned out, XX rented a tiny apartment on her own. Her folks were not in Dalian; in fact, she is not even originally from Dalian.
Seeing XX again and how she warmed up to me, quickly dispersed my “concerns” that something untoward may happen to me in taking up her invite for me to visit. Maybe I was naïve, but more likely I trusted my instincts.
XX’s apartment was about 400 sq. feet in size. As soon as the door opened, you could see the whole unit. Because of its high ceiling, there was a “mezzanine floor” – a small staircase led to the mezzanine floor, about 1m high, so you had to crawl in….. not that it really mattered. The mezzanine floor had only a queen size mattress and a low side table. I felt very humbled. While I don’t live in a fancy pad, seeing XX’s place made me appreciate what I have. Nevertheless, XX’s place felt warm and cosy, if not a little girly.
That evening, XX prepared a seafood dinner at home. We sat at a tiny table which could only accommodate two chairs. I had seen the chair before - in the Skype call when XX masturbated herself for me. Over dinner, XX shared about her past - she moved to Dalian and started a small business, importing and selling fashion accessories from South Korea. The business did not do well in the recent past, so she went to Singapore hoping to earn money quickly to prop up her ailing business.
After dinner, she took me to a popular local coffee café – I was dying for a piping hot cup of coffee (she did not have coffee at home). We were people watching and enjoying each other’s company. True enough, she had a keen eye for fashion. We took a leisurely stroll back to the apartment, taking in the cold but crispy, refreshing winter air. I was grateful for XX’s scarf and beanie hat.
XX turned up the heating at the apartment before I headed to shower. She then placed a fleeced robe at the bathroom door. I bought this for you, she said in Chinese.
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We were sleeping on the thick mattress in the mezzanine floor, the wool blanket keeping us warm. XX probably turned up the heating earlier to suit me. But it was getting a little warm. I removed the robe I was wearing. XX followed suit by taking off the terry cloth robe she wore. We embraced each other in the nude, I could feel her heartbeat against my chest.
Thank you for coming to Dalian, she said softly. She planted her lips on mine and then kissed all over my body. Soon, the warmth of her mouth engulfed my whole cock. I have had a massive hard-on since laying in bed. Now, she was nursing that bulging stiffness with a combination of deep throat and tender licks on my cock head. It’s all coming back to me, being serviced by XX in Hotel 81 in Geylang from a couple of months ago…
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It’s all coming back to me, being serviced by XX in Hotel 81 in Geylang from a couple of months ago…
XX detached her mouth from my cock and reached for the side table. She unwrapped the box of condoms hurriedly and capped me. I lay here down and easily inserted by massive cock into her wet pussy. She was like a sex starved pussycat – she used her legs to wrap around mine as I thrusted into her mercilessly. On the one hand her legs somewhat restricted my movement, but it also created the feeling of being desperately wanted as she refused to allow my body to leave hers.
Kneel down, she said. I did as I was told. XX turned around and reversed her ass into my cock, effectively she was fucking me doggy style. All I had to do was keep still in the same position and she moved her butt in various directions to get “comprehensive coverage” of my cock into her pussy. It was also practical because the mezzanine floor’s height was merely 1m, so standing up for action was not an option.
XX switched to cowgirl position and continued riding me at top speed, simultaneously crying out in sexual pleasure. I could hardly get a firm grip on her bouncy breasts as she rode with purpose, my hands kept slipping away. I was actually quite relieved to unload into her several minutes later as I thought my cock would probably snap at the rate she was riding me.
XX removed the condom and sucked my cock. She then re-orientated to “69” position and I ate her dripping pussy. Maybe it was the eel we had for dinner (commonly believed to be “stamina” food), my cock was hard again as she continued blowing me. I kept flicking my tongue across her pussy opening, occasionally inserting it into her sticky hole. I was now ready for round two, but XX refused to unplug her mouth from my cock. I ejaculated into her little mouth.
I want to know how it feels to come in my mouth, XX said, after spitting my sperm into the tissue. She went downstairs and I could hear her brushing her teeth. She came back up to the mezzanine floor with a warm, wet towel and wiped me clean. We pulled the wool blanket over us and hugged each other in the nude. My cock pressed against her butt crack as I hugged her from behind. But my cock did not get hard again. I was completely wasted and tired from the early start I had coming from Beijing.
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That first night, I was completely wasted and tired from the early start I had coming from Beijing.
The next day, XX brought me to a few places in Dalian. It was my second time in this major port city in Liaoning province, the previous occasion being a very brief work trip about two years prior. Its rich architecture was influenced by the Russians, who apparently were in Dalian some 200 years ago. That night, we had dinner with the couple who visited Singapore when XX was there (where I had to play the role of XX’s boyfriend).
After dinner, the couple sent us back to XX’s apartment in their car. That night, I learnt a little more as XX and I lay in bed chatting. Besides her ailing trading business, XX also lost money in the stock market (she had told me when she was in Singapore). So she went to Singapore and did what she did. But to her friends, she went to work in an aesthetics spa, to gain exposure and possibly start one in Dalian.
During her time in Singapore, she had it rough. She slept 4 to a rented room in Geylang and ate very simple meals to save as much money as possible. She also encountered difficult customers and had no one trustable to talk to. She (said she) felt comfortable with me as I was friendly and softspoken. She confided that she liked my laid back, playful attitude, plus I was good in bed, too. Her limited happy memories in Singapore centred on me. Especially the dinner at East Coast - it was the only time she was outside the Geylang area - she felt she went on a date with a friend. I sympathized with XX, regardless how much truth there was to what she said.
Can you treat me like your girlfriend tonight, XX asked as I looked into her teary eyes.
Can you be my girlfriend tonight, I asked her back.
We locked lips and soon we were all over each other. Psyching myself to be “her man” for the night, I unshackled any and all inhibitions I had about XX, of someone whom I met over a series of commercial sex. I pleased her in whatever way I felt she was responding positively to, from nibbling her ear lobes to lightly flicking my tongue around her areola before sucking her nipples… she even guided my tongue to her most sensitive spot at the Y-area, where she ultimately climaxed.
In return, XX explored every part of my body with her tongue, with particular focus on my cock, balls and ass. By the time she had tongue fucked my anus, I was ready to fuck her brains out. I was not sure how that would work out, as she had already climaxed once earlier after my tongue work. Unfortunately, due to the low ceiling (about 1m) of the mezzanine floor which was the bedroom, our movements were vertically challenged.
Holding on to the railing near the staircase, XX lifted her ass and invited me to doggy her. We were both very high from the earlier foreplay, and the rice wine from dinner also began to kick-in. Like two teenagers discovering the joy of sexual penetration for the first time, we fucked aggressively and noisily. Immediately after I ejaculated, XX turned around, ripped off the condom and sucked my cock until it was lifeless.
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The morning sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains. I had an afternoon flight back to Beijing. XX had prepared a simple breakfast of porridge and fish at home when I woke up. Over breakfast, XX was upfront: she confessed to having a liking for me, but don’t see how we can maintain a relationship. She viewed our acquaintanceship as part of life’s journey. I did not want a relationship and was quietly happy with the position she took.
Close to 11 o’clock, XX accompanied me downstairs to get a taxi to the airport. I had asked her to stay at home. Through the taxi’s rear-view mirror, it was the last time that I ever saw XX as the taxi drove away. We did not contact each other anymore. I think it is the best option.
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Next: Seoul - the Poet and the upscale Global Escort
As the VTL (vaccinated travel lane) with South Korea comes into effect in mid-November, it reminded me of two ladies in Seoul. One (Kelly) is a poet. She was impressive in many ways but can be moody and unpredictable. Another is a mixed Korean-Irish young lady, Sarah, a hyperactive bunny who would become an upscale global escort.