I’m jobless. I will take a short rest and contact you again, said Mandy’s message. After a few message exchanges, I found out that she fell out with her boss and will find another employer.
Some three to four weeks after Mandy’s “I’m jobless” message to me, I texted her. She had not found another work place, and was temporarily staying with an ML friend.
Would you consider giving me a private massage, I asked Mandy. I wasn’t being opportunistic. I genuinely missed her massage, and her entertaining company every couple of weeks. Of course, the sensual part was very great, too!
Mandy did not reply. I didn’t pursue it any further.
I charge $300 for two hours and you need to book a hotel room, Mandy replied two days later.
Instead of booking a budget hotel for a couple of hours, or a half-day stay (such promos were available at that time) at a three or four-star hotel, I decided on a 5-star international hotel in the Orchard area, using my hotel loyalty points. I was still on the U.S. work project, so it was either a session with Mandy before dinner, or like in the old days, from midnight. My personal preference was late night, but I was not sure if Mandy was available.
Pay for my taxi ride home, Mandy said. So just like old times, I would meet Mandy at midnight.
I checked into the hotel after lunch. As a high-level member of the global hotel network, I am usually upgraded to a suite during my business trips overseas pre-covid. I was pleasantly surprised the Singapore property extended the same privilege to me even though it was a redemption, not the usual paid corporate stay.
The executive suite was lovely, as expected. It had a living room, a corner study space, and a large bedroom with a correspondingly large bathroom. The usual welcome amenities were in order – a bottle of French red and welcome fruit basket. I settled down and did some work for a few hours before heading to the deserted hotel pool. It wasn’t just the pool area, the whole hotel was very quiet… I saw less than ten hotel guests.
I was glad that evening’s call with the U.S. ended by 11pm. I opened the bottle of red wine and had my first cigarette in nearly three hours after shutting my work files. I was reading the day’s online news when Mandy texted.
I’m walking towards your hotel from the MRT station. Let me know when you are available to meet me at the hotel taxi stand, the message read. She was almost half-an-hour early, but I was fine with it. I had wanted to take a shower just before her scheduled arrival time, but decided to go downstairs to meet her.
Mandy was shy and awkward when I saw her at the hotel taxi stand. She had specifically asked to meet at the taxi stand as she did not want to go into the hotel by herself. And co-incidentally, we both were dressed alike. I typically go around in a black t-shirt and black pants, no logos, just plain 100% black, the mono-tone broken by a pair of white Converse canvas shoes. Mandy wore a black t-shirt, black yoga pants and high heels. Her t-shirt and baseball cap screamed Balenciaga.
I held Mandy’s hand and strolled into the hotel lobby, both of us like amateur Ninjas with our masks on. There was no one at the lobby. The sole receptionist was busy shuffling papers. I am aware that cameras are everywhere, so I calmy tapped my room card and we went upstairs. We did not speak a word throughout the walk, just hand-in-hand, like a couple.
As soon as the room door shut, Mandy removed her mask, mouth wide open. You should pay me more for coming, rather than pay for an expensive hotel, and look at this room, she lectured me. Mandy opened the first door - it was the powder room. She opened the second door, and it was the kitchen. A few more steps and she was staring at the living room, complete with a six-seater dining table, sofas, a fancy chandelier and a massive flat-screen TV.
I’m staying here, she declared. I looked at her with amusement. I was not looking down on her as we all have different backgrounds and access different living conditions. But it was her mannerism that was both “angry” and “impressed”. Angry as she preferred that I compensated her more handsomely rather than spend on an expensive room, and suitably impressed with her surroundings. I had to explain to her that the room was a free redemption.
Mandy hopped onto the sofa, opened her handbag and took out a pack of cigarettes. I did not know she smoked, nor did I mind. I poured her a glass of wine and we chatted over a cigarette. It was really good to see her, to feel her presence and her entertaining persona.
She topped-up my glass, and for herself as well. I had turned on the ambience music and the Bose sound system had created a soothing, relaxing and somewhat romantic atmosphere. I was sitting opposite her, in a single sofa seat, but moved over to join her on the three-seater sofa.
Don’t worry about the two-hour time (referring to my booking session with her). I will give you a good massage for sure, but just let me enjoy this place for a while, Mandy said as she started on her second cigarette. The two-hour time frame did not cross my mind; I was happy to see her again to enjoy her massage and company. I also thought of Mandy as a reasonable person, that she would do what she was engaged for, for the time she was engaged for.
After finishing our second glass of wine, Mandy stood up. She looked at the passage way, beyond the study area, towards the entrance of the lighted bedroom.
Hey, you’re alone right, she suddenly asked. I laughed. Too late, there are other guys waiting for you inside, I joked. But Mandy was not to be fooled. She smacked my back as I led the way into the bedroom. Again, she gasped. Not at the bedroom itself, but the huge connecting bathroom area.
We can shower together, it’s so big, Mandy reacted as she stepped into the bathroom area. I was sitting down, removing my shoes in the room. Yes, let’s shower together, I shouted back. My mind was racing away, my heart began to beat faster, and my penis pressed harder against my pants…
We can shower together, it’s so big, Mandy reacted as she stepped into the bathroom area. I was sitting down, removing my shoes in the room. Yes, let’s shower together, I shouted back. My mind was racing away, my heart began to beat faster, and my penis pressed harder against my pants…
Mandy stepped back into the bedroom, flung her heels off and invited herself onto the king size bed. “VVIP today”, she said. I was not sure if she was describing her in-room experience, or she was referring to the session she would provide to me later.
I stripped to my underwear and rested patiently on the two-piece ottoman chair in the bedroom. I shut my eyes, feeling very relieved. Recently, work was hectic and I was concerned about the whole covid situation, what it meant for life, society and the economy moving forward. Now I was completely switched off, my mind drifted to thoughts about a nice massage and a sexy time with Mandy.
Don’t think too much, Mandy whispered into my ear. She was squatting (China style) by the ottoman. I must have unconsciously had a tiny smile with my eyes shut, and my penis had become harder, thinking about what’s coming up soon. I opened my eyes. Again, I was not sure what Mandy meant - was it to make me feel more relaxed, or to not over-think what will happen next.
Mandy stood up. She was completely naked in front of me for the very first time. I’ve seen her topless, wearing only her panties the last time we met at the shop. Now, the entirety of her beautiful body, smooth fair skin, and her trimmed pussy, greeted me. I got up and Mandy removed my underwear, my cock springing out. She smiled.
We put on our respective shower caps as the hot water steamed up the glass enclosure in the shower area. I carefully adjusted the rainforest shower and another water outlet that served to massage your body with its strong stream. As the shower area was quite big, we moved around to avoid the gushing water when we lathered each other’s bodies. Mandy took the initiative to wash my penis thoroughly, pulling back my foreskin in the process. It was easy, as my cock was already fully erected. She also washed her vagina repeatedly, as if to hint that it could be eaten later.
We stepped out of the shower area and headed to our own basin. Yes, it was a big bathroom with two basins. I shaved and brushed my teeth. Mandy brushed her teeth, tied up her long hair into a bun and applied the high-end complimentary lotion onto her face. My cock had eased up a little, but still erected. I passed Mandy the massage oil I brought, and she immediately fell in love with the light, flowery aroma.
The massage was wonderful, though I felt the strokes were lighter than before. Maybe it’s because I was on a very comfortable mattress, not a harder surfaced massage bed. And maybe because Mandy had not worked for a month, so her strokes were less distinctive. She took pains to ensure my whole body absorbed the oil as she observed my skin was a little dry. The only place which was not oiled was my dick and testicles sack. In seemed like she was avoiding contact with my private area. She herself was also oiled up, her upper body, as she used her breasts to massage my chest and stomach. I couldn’t help but touch her breasts, bums and legs whenever I could during the massage session.
The full body massage was completed. Mandy let her long, beautiful, flowing hair down. She was about to pick up the bottle of massage oil, alluding to the HJ ahead, when I stopped her. I held her back and slowly gestured her to lie down on the bed. You must be tired, have a rest first, I told her. Mandy seemed relieved at my suggestion. I went to the bathroom and washed my oily hands and returned to bed with a warm wet towel and a packet of condoms. Mandy did not see them as she was shut-eyed.
I wiped off the oil from Mandy’s breasts as she lay comfortably in bed, eyes still shut. Then I started to wipe her fingers and she opened her eyes. It’s going to be oily when I play with your dick, she said. I did not reply and finished wiping her fingers. Two consenting adults stark naked on a king-sized bed - I was sure Mandy knew what may happen.
I began drawing circles on Mandy’s breasts, first with my fingers and then with my tongue. I licked her from her chest downwards to her crotch. I blew into her pussy and kissed it. Gradually, my tongue was parting her pubic hair aside, reaching the entry of her vagina. Mandy did not lay still. She fidgeted, opened her legs just a little, and her hand grabbed my swollen cock. My tongue slowly entered her love hole, and I began to taste her pussy juice. Mandy enjoyed my treat for a short while before she shifted her body and started to lick my cock like an ice-cream stick. I moved into a proper 69 position and we both tasted each other’s genitals, and the tempo quickened alongside louder slurping noises.
Let’s make love, Mandy said as she took a breather from sucking me off. I was glad she took the initiative as I was about to tell her I want/need to fuck her. I stretched out to take the condom on the bedside table capped myself. I’ll be on top, she said. I was beginning to sense Mandy wanted to be in control.
As my penis was fully erected and at its optimized girth, she easily inserted my cock into her wet pussy and moved around at her own leisure and style as our two hands remained tightly clasped. Then she leaned forward and rested her hands on my shoulder blades and began riding furiously, her breasts swinging like a pendulum. As she had rested her weight on my shoulders, I was unable to lean forward to suck her tits (without potentially injuring myself). My hands grabbed those luscious breasts and gave them a good squeeze.
Mandy dismounted and got into doggie position. I held my sticky and throbbing dick and whacked it against her bums a couple of times before inserting it into her pussy. The feeling was magical as I pounded her from behind while grabbing her breasts as she kept saying “fuck die me” in Cantonese (“diu sei ngor”).
For once, I did not appreciate that the mattress was soft and nice as after a short while, I was unable to properly balance myself while fucking her from the back.
I decided to kneel down properly, put my hands around her waist and continued thrusting Mandy from behind, and with each thrust, the intensity and the feeling of lust escalated, to the extent that I was pumping her non-stop for a couple of minutes before I ejaculated with a sense of achievement.
Mandy and I cuddled up to each other on bed, exhausted from the proceedings. After a short rest, we showered once more. It reminded me of the good old days in China spas, before they got shut by the authorities, where after the deed, the girl will carefully and lovingly shower for you, making you appreciate the overall service experience.
I have to go, Mandy said after the shower as her friend was expecting her to be home, no matter how late. I glanced at my phone and it was way past two o’clock. I went downstairs with her and saw a couple of taxis idling at the taxi stand. I took a mental note of the taxi’s registration number. A minute after she boarded the taxi, I intentionally phoned her. Call me when you reach home, I said.