Thanks Longwinter but that’s how this ended.
This was never a romantic story. Just me having some fun in sunny Singapore.
I don’t profess to be any kind of cheongster, most people can convince a girl to share the same time without paying for it given equal means, but I have neither the inclination nor the time. Plus quite honestly, I prefer the girls who are really from rural china. Maybe its an inferiority complex on my part… who knows but I love seeing them light up in the correct setting.
I’ll be back in Singapore again soon so I’m planning for another week of fun and games actually.
Fun is fun, life is life. don’t invite too many complications. What would I do if I kept in touch with her other than to invite the risk of discovery?
Plus honestly, she’s practically a teenager while I’m in my mid twenties not to mention the cultural differences in background and upbringing. The shine would wear off quick I believe.
Besides, despite my actions, I do appreciate my gf and just think it would be too low even for me to keep in touch with these brief flings. Hey, even us lowlifes have some minimum standards. That’s why I would never have an affair, just a string of meaningless encounters. Again back to the point of something being wired wrong within me.
*don’t mind these self-deprecating comments. While hypocritical, I just don’t understand the comments romanticizing this story. Nothing great about paying for sex. Its just something that’s convenient and gets me what I want.
We’re all a bag of contradictions.
Moving on to a quick story on my short trip to Beijing, China.
Will be much shorter than the first story.
Title: Best Friends
I confess. I broke my own rules for playing in Singapore. Not just one but a whole string of them. Guess I’m not as smart as I thought I once was.
On my latest trip to Singapore, I ran across one of my old PRC flings from a year ago still standing along the streets of Geylang. Let’s call her XiaXue (I don’t care much for the blogger, always thought she looked too old but that’s neither here nor there). She had changed much in the space of a year. She was no longer the sweet naive girl, hesitant and uncertain in her first trip out of her hometown in China. Gone was the straight black hair and the plain blouses and short skirts. She used to apply minimal make-up and quite honestly, it was her youthful simplicity that had drawn me to her previously.
Now she was one of the Darlene hundred dollar girls, sporting highlighted curly tresses and wearing a strapless see through one piece where you could practically trace out the panty and bra lines. Her face was practically caked with foundation and she was smoking, a habit which she must have picked up recently as she had previously refused smokes in our last encounter. I honestly did not recognize her at all, but she definitely did me.
“Ah! *****-ger!” I heard this voice call my name as I was crossing the Lorong.
To say I was surprised would be an understatement. As someone who values his privacy and reputation, the very last thing you want to hear while prowling the redlight district is a shout of recognition. I turned my head in dread, fearing that it would be someone I knew within my social circle, already cursing the unknown person for being so indiscreet. I didn’t recognize XiaXue at first. As I have mentioned, she had undergone quite a transformation. When she ran over to me, her large bosoms heaving on her small frame, I was a little confused.
“*****-ger, shi wo, Xiaxue,” she announced, clinging onto my arm, “ji de wo ma?”
Her voice finally triggered my memory. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized who it was. “Xia Xue, hao jiu mei jian. Ni you lai xin jia po le?”
“Yes!” she enthusiastically replied. “Mei you xiang dao hui you jian dao ni!” One thing that had not changed was her endearing enthusiasm. She was practically like a kid who had just discovered a candy treat. As you can guess, I treat all my ladies right, and not all of them part with me on poor terms like Ting Ting. XiaXue was one who had enjoyed the fun times and understood my limitations. She was practically jiggling with excitement and her hands were all over me, as if making sure it really was me. Some of her “sisters” looked at me curiously, wondering what all the fuss was about. XiaXue’s boistrous greeting was starting to draw attention with other strollers peering at the commotion and I quickly guided her towards the Hotel 81 nearby where we would be less conspicuous.
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A little shorter and not the best place for a break, but this is just a preface to the story. Check back in a couple of days for more. Comments are always welcome, good or bad.
Continuation of the Preface
Here I was in a slight spot of indecision. Xiaxue had been a great previous encounter. In my time with her, I recalled that she was bright, cheery and enthusiastic. A joy to be with. True, she had a slight temper that could flare off suddenly, but hey, a little bit of spice always adds to the fun right? Still, I would be breaking my own cardinal rule of never prolonging a fling beyond one week if she became my companion for this trip.
“*****-ger, ni bu kai xing you kan dao wo ma?” she asked plaintively sensing my hesitation. Her face crumpled. Call me a pushover but I just can’t stand seeing my girls unhappy. “Whatever gave you that idea? I’m just surprised to see you here again. Ni bian de gen mei le! Wo men shang qu ba,” I took her hand and led her into the Hotel 81. With this careless act, I had just broken one of the rules that had protected me during all my previous escapades. The first crack was made that would bring my castle of cards crumbling down.
I booked a room, passing two ten dollar bills to the malay lady behind the counter. After signing the checkin-form and her swiping my driver’s license, I received the room keys. We took the elevator up to the fifth room. As the lift made its slow mechanical way up, I peered over at XiaXue. Her big oval eyes stared back at me…
“Umm…,” in an unusual circumstance for me, I found myself at a complete loss of words, I tried to think of something to say. I know I’ve mentioned it, but the change in her was like night and day. The sweet little girl had changed into a worldly vamp and that was throwing me off my game. Plus having this delight from my past suddenly popping out of nowhere wasn’t helping matters.
She suddenly stepped towards me and hugged me tight. “*****-ger, wo hao xiang nian ni le. Wo zai geng ni zai yi qi de shi hou zhen de hen kai xing. Ke shi ru guo ni bu yao wo le wo ye ke yi li jie. Na shi hou ni yi jing ming ming suo ni zai ye bu hui lai zao wo le.”
I’m usually a callous guy but come on, who can resist a line like that? Even though a voice at the back of my head whispered a warning that this could be a manipulative act, her open display of uncertainty still pulled a little at my heart strings. I hugged her back and reassured her that this week I would be hers too.
I didn’t know it at that time, but I had just stepped on a road leading to deeds I would not be proud of. Perhaps if I had known what would happen, I could have gotten the hell out of there, but then again, maybe I wouldn’t. I just don’t know.
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Originally Posted by
KkeisukeE
Chrysler Bro,
Great great write ups you have right here in this thread. A renown author-to-be and definitely a true gentlemen others ought to learn from. Besides your paid sexcapade, every single move you did to pamperize the PRC is pure elegance. I appreciates every single word you’ve sincerely typed out for us readers here to enjoy. I myself have also learnt & picked up a thing or two after completing your masterpiece. It’s something people like “ReCaRo” would never understands. It’s people like you that let others realised that in life there is still a glimmer of hope and that there is still people who treats humans like humans. And one thing for sure you definitely knows how to make full use of your money and the commercial services provided.
It’s friends like you that teaches us (the less experienced) the finer side of life. Anyway x10 THUMBS UP & x3 REPUTATION POINTS for your life experiences. EVEN if its an imaginary write-up i’m buying that lie for good. I’m definitely pitching my tent here and setting up campfire for your upcoming stories!!
Way to go bro. CHEEROS!!
Friend, i’m thankful for your enthusiastic support, but I’ve done nothing to be proud of, just having some fun. And look where the fun got me this time round… read on to see how the story unfolds…
Wow, its been a busy few months. So many things have changed, yet much has remained the same. Times are finally turning hard even for my industry, and I’m seeing colleagues and friends being laid off.
I guess writing this is carthartic in its own way and hope the gents who have enjoyed the previous posts would like to share their comments. It makes everything seem simple and clear when you commit circumstances to paper. Gives a fresh perspective one might say.
Well, the girlfriend is finally gone. Can’t say I really blame her. No, she didn’t find out about the flings but rather, we’ve been steadily growing apart. Work has kept me busy and I haven’t exactly been maintaining my “spontaneously fun” facade consistently. Still friends and parting on the best of terms, but the passion that used to be has pretty much cooled.
Bastard that I am, I’m still “jiao da liang chuan”. or San chuan to be precise
Two korean ladies and one American (Lithuanian but she’s 2nd generation). Sometimes, i really wonder if I have gone mad, especially now that i’ve even broken my own rules of not shitting where I live. I’m in my late 20s and I guess I’ll have to change once I hit the big 30.
Hope the rest of you gents are having good times as well.
Well, back to this thread after a long hiatus, here’s a little more recollection. Enjoy!
The Beginning
It’s been a while since I last posted here, but thought I share a few of my adventures as I can’t sleep anyway. Where should I start…? Why not right from the beginning then. I’d like to talk about the very first paid encounter I have ever had. Who knows, perhaps putting these recollections on paper (electronic bits in this case) will help me better understand myself.
I had just started out with this company and had only been with them for a couple of months. There was significant travel involved and they would fly me out to different cities to meet with clients or representatives from our satellite offices. Accommodations were always first class, and I became no stranger to chain hotels such as the Ritz, Four Seasons, and the different Hyatts… I had a nice girlfriend who treated me well, and we had been going out for a few years. I was happy, had a challenging job, and was well-compensated for my efforts. In short, life was good.
I’m not a flashy kind of guy, my favorite hobbies were reading a good book, maybe exploring interesting new restaurants or occasionally going for a little hiking, nothing spectacular or grand. My girlfriend was a little more active than me, and would drag me to the clubs occasionally, but she respected my space and wouldn’t press the issue too hard if I was feeling lazy… I was in love with her and I hoped she was with me. However, my simple staid life all changed on that faithful trip to San Francisco.
It started out the same as any other business trip. A hard day’s work concluded, I look forward to getting in touch with a few friends to meet up that evening. Before heading up to the room to change, I stepped into the lobby lounge to grab a quick light refreshment.
There she was.
Before I describe her, I just want to say in advance that the streets of San-Francisco, Los Angeles, New York, and dozens of major cities in the US are awash with beautiful women. You have aspiring actresses, models, party girls, socialites etc… that throng every metropolis looking for their big break. Pretty girls are a dime a dozen.
YET, there was something about this vision, something about this angel who was seated, no poised, on one of the sitting chairs in the lounge, that gave her a standout glow of her own. She had long flowing golden tresses that perfectly framed her face, from which two green as sapphire eyes gazed imperiously around. Even sitting down, you could tell that she was in fabulous shape, the simple dark cocktail dress hugging her svelte figure and showing off her long legs to best advantage. A simple thin strand of pearls adorned her swan-like neck, accentuating the sharp line of her collarbone and drawing attention to her shapely bared shoulders.
I did something I have never done before. I stopped short and simply gawked at her. Now, people who have read my other stories may think that I’m easily impressed by beautiful women, but up till that point in my life, they had never had such an impact on me. Sure, I’ve admired some especially attractive lady as they pass but it was like appreciating good weather: a brief happy sensation that was as fleeting as it was enjoyable. This was a visceral physical sensation. I completely froze for a few seconds. Luckily, the lovely lady in black didn’t notice my faux pas and I recovered sufficiently to get my ass into a seat that afforded me a view of this goddess.
I’m not very proud of what I did next. Like a socially awkward teenager, I kept on stealing glances of her while pretending to read the small cocktail/snacks menu. An attractive waitress took my drink order but I barely noticed her. My full attention was on HER.
She was apparently waiting for somebody. She would glance impatiently at her watch, drum her fingers, and glance back at the watch again. Inside my head, I wondered what kind of idiot would let a creature like that wait. Heck, if it was me, I would be at her beck and call twenty four seven. She let out a final sigh, then gestured at a hovering waiter for the check. Watching her bosom heave with the sigh, I nearly let one of my own escape… I don’t know what I was thinking, but hey nothing ventured nothing gained right. Gathering my wits about me, I got off my ass and made those fated steps towards her…
<To Be Continued>
Part II
I won’t even try to pretend that I’m a smooth operator. My mouth was dry, and I felt like sweating buckets. “Umm… hi, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re waiting for someone. I’m waiting for a friend too (best lie I could think up of at short notice). Do you mind if I buy you a drink?”
For those groaning, yes, I know that was superweak… I never professed to be a modern day lothario and the fact that she was so gorgeous was leaving me tongue-tied. She looked at me and those fabulous green eyes gave me the quick once-over. I was wearing my standard office suit, and couldn’t help but nervously fiddle with the knot of my tie and wish I had something more snazzier on. She hesitated a little then replied, “well, I think my friend just stood me up, I’m about to leave…”
Here it goes, balls to the wall and all that jazz. “I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re in a rush, but I just wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I let you step out of my life without trying to get your name or a phone number?”
She blinked. Her eyes widened a little with surprise, then a small smile crept unto her face. A ray of sunlight seem to shining through the clouds. Could it be that such a cheesy pick-up line would work on her? However, her next words struck an icicle in my heart. “That’s sweet, but I’m sorry, I really need to go. Maybe I’ll see you around.” With that dismissal, she elegantly pivoted and walked towards the main entrance. If you had seen my face then, you would have thought a close friend had died. I slumped back into my chair. Never in my life had I ever randomly asked a girl for her phone number before; always thought it was crass as hell and beneath me. Well, at that point, I promised myself I never would do so again. Just as I was berating myself for being such a complete idiot, I noticed that a figure was looming over me. A miracle had occurred! The angel had returned!
She sat down across from me and as she gracefully lowered herself onto the plush seat, I could detect the faint aroma of her perfume. Nothing strong or heady, just the slightest trace of lavender and lilacs. Giving me a tight small smile, she opened her mouth and the words that came out were definitely not what I expected… “Let me just be upfront with you. I’m an escort and my appointment is now a no-show. How would you like to have a night out on the town with me. You pretty much made it clear that you’re attracted to me.”
My jaw dropped. This was about the last thing that I expected to hear from the mouth of this heavenly creature. Like I said, I had never ever been in the pay-to-play scene before and I thought this was straight out of some badly directed movie. I was about to angrily dismiss her for a whore, but then something stopped me before those hurtful words came rushing out of me. Here was a lovely girl who was basically offering to be me and mine for the evening. True, it wasn’t out of affection or attraction, and underlying the rosy veneer of her companionship was the reality that it was a cold monetary transaction. Still… you had to be there to know the dilemma I was in. She was not only beautiful physically, but she had a certain presence, a certain élan that allowed her to say those unpleasant words yet retain her haughty manner, as if by offering to be my paid date, she was doing me a favor. She sensed my hesitation. “Maybe I was mistaken about you. I’m usually more discreet but you’re the one who came on so strong. Well, have a nice…”
“How much if you don’t mind me asking,” I interrupted.
She looked slightly offended as if I could put a price on her company, and I wondered if I had broken some unwritten rule of soliciting an escort. Was I suppose to know the price already? And then she said those memorable lines, “Honey, if you have to ask, you can’t afford it.” She stood up about to leave. I grabbed her hand. Wow, her little dainty fingers were swallowed by my much larger palm and I reveled in the warm gentle heat of her palm.
“Wait, sorry, didn’t mean to upset you, I’m just new to this,” I confessed. She sat back down. In a soft lilting voice, “don’t get too nervous, I only approached you because you were sweet, but seriously, I was planning to work tonight but who say’s we can’t mix a little fun with work.” She gave me an impish grin. At this point, I was completely hooked. Thoughts of my poor girlfriend a thousand miles away were the last thing in my mind. I also didn’t know how much this would set me back, but then again, money seem so meaningless in the face of such a flawless creation from gods themselves.
Her name she said was Alison, although in due course I would learn her real name. I was starting to feel the need to assert myself a little though. Throughout the whole “introduction” she had taken the lead. Now was the chance to take the initiative required by my male ego. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Want to grab a bite to eat?” I asked her. “Sure, why not.” I fell back to established patterns. Flying out repeatedly to San Francisco, at least I knew a little about where to go for some nice ambience. We had the doorman flag the cab for us, and I couldn’t help noticing out of the corner of my eye the envious glare he shot my way after appraising my lady friend. Apparently, my mistress of the evening perked his fancy too.
We arrived at a nice little restaurant, “La Folie.” Swine that I was, I had been scoping the place out as a romantic destination in case the girlfriend ever made it down to San Francisco with me, but today, it would be the first stop in a titillating evening of fun and games. Something about French restaurants and beautiful women, they always seem to go so well together. In her black cocktail dress and elegantly coiffed hair, she looked like a seamless part of the restaurant, blending in flawlessly with the immaculate white linen and deep burgundy decor. Every time her emerald green eyes sparkled by way, I would feel weak in the knees.
That dinner was one of the best meals I ever had in my life. Over the five course tasting menu with matching wines, the dinner conversation spanned from life in San Francisco, my days in the army, her work teaching kids (she was apparently a school-teacher when she wasn’t moon-lighting), life in college, anything and everything. She was a remarkable conversationalist, and not to be outdone, I poured on the charm. Every time I made her laugh drove a jolt of elation, every shared story led me to understand a little more about her. Thinking back to that evening now, wiser and more experienced, I don’t know how much of it was her professionalism and how much was her genuine enjoyment, but I do hope I provided some of the latter as she was a true delight to me.
Before we knew it, the restaurant was empty and while the service staff were excellently discreet, it felt politic to call for the check. Walking out into the fresh air, she looked ever more radiant under the faint moonlight that cupid had provided for the evening. I know I might be recollecting with a rose-colored view of events, but I want to drive the point across that she was a divine creature. I have never since then, met a more beautiful woman and she still brings a slight ache of craving when I recall the times we shared.
But I digress. The evening was still young at 11pm. “You up for more? Let me know if you can’t keep up!” Apparently she wanted to hit a club nearby. While the night’s meal rested comfortably in my stomach, I couldn’t afford to reveal a hint of weakness and agreed wholeheartedly that after dinner entertainment was a must. The next two hours were surreal. We arrived at a club where apparently she knew everyone and everyone knew her. She joked with the bouncer and gave him a light kiss on the cheek when he let us in. I would have smacked him one if it weren’t for the fact that he was black and probably had a hundred pounds over me…
Inside, it was one of those clubs with a kaleidoscope of multi-colored dim lighting and heavy thumping music. Definitely not my scene, but in such company, how could I complain? We danced, we drank, she screamed, I shouted… in truth, that part of the evening is a little bit of a blur to me. Suffice to say, when we stumbled our way out, I was completely inebriated. Alison had also steadily gone wilder inside the club and towards the end, we were actually making out like a couple of drunk teenagers, which in our current state, was a pretty accurate description. The caress of her lips, her silky smooth skin, her hot little breaths were all driving me insane with lust!
Luckily we managed to flag a cab quickly and make it back to the hotel. Throughout the ride, we had to endure the cab driver’s disapproving harrumphs as we continued our mutual exploration in his backseat. This night was already one of those best evenings I had in a long, long time, but it was about to get even better!
<To be continued>
I hope you can tolerate the wordiness. The good parts I promised will be in the next part. Its actually been fun to write!