by asiaphan
Late Sunday afternoon I met up with Jensen once again, at Lucy’s. He asked me what I wanted. I found it hard to answer him because I did not know what I wanted. I think I said I wanted to fall in love. He took me to Memory, right across from my hotel, a place I had looked inside earlier that day on my own and saw nothing of interest. But I was willing to let Jensen do his thing. The first girl he picked out for me the night before was really very good, even though not exactly my type and not as pretty as I might have hoped. I should rephrase that, she actually had a very pretty face, and a sexy body, just bigger than I prefer, and her body showed the after effects of pregnancy. She looked very much like a light skinned American black girl. But that was yesterday. Today, on to someone new.
Jensen introduced me to a girl. I was very hesitant in taking her, because she was rather plain looking in the dark of the club. But there were none much better, and Jensen recommended her highly. So we did the deal. Jensen told me she was good at massage, and that I should feel free to do anything I wanted with her, and that I should tell him if I was not satisfied. Once again, I did not like the attitude he displayed, treating the girls like a new car or something.
This girl had very short hair, and not a stylish cut at all. She wore conservative, non sexy clothes, looked like Kmart polyester specials. She wore little make up, had big eyes, a slim body with nice breasts, but her body was not real curvy, and her arms and legs were gangly, hanging from her body a little too loosely. She had a high waist but not long legs. Not unattractive, but hardly a stunner.
Jensen again paid the manager the booking fee, 280,000, and drove us across the street to the hotel. As soon as we got into the room the girl went into motion. She set her stuff down, and started to immediately pick up the room. She picked up the book I had been reading and had left upside down on the table to mark my place. She closed it and set it on the desk, losing my place. She proceeded to neaten up my papers and pens and other items on the desk. She picked up the few clothes laying around and folded them. She looked in the wardrobe at my little pile of dirty clothes, and folded them too! I told her they were dirty and to be laundered, she still folded them neatly, then placed them in a plastic laundry bag. She continued her nearly obsessive tidiness routine all around the room.
I forget how, but we eventually ended up in the bathroom, after I watched her play maid for 30 minutes or so. I intended to take a shower before hitting the sack with her, but instead she dropped a little bottle of the complementary shampoo in the tub and started to fill it with water. She had me sit down, and started to give me a massage in the tub. Not bad, but I would have preferred to wash in the tub and be massaged on the bed. I washed myself a little, and she massaged me incessantly. I suppose for most guys it would have been excellent (and it was pretty good), but there was something almost obsessive about her that was a little bit annoying. She continued to massage me, on any part of my body she could reach. But after twenty minutes I was getting very wrinkled, water logged, and a bit uncomfortable of sitting in the small bathtub for that long. I finally told her I wanted to move to the bed and she of course said yes.
Moving to the bed, she spent a long time adjusting the covers to be just right so that I could lay down and receive her massage. She had unpacked her small bag and had an amazing supply of massage “condiments”, lotion, oil, balsam rub, menthol cream, etc. I had also noticed a neat row of small bottles in the bathroom, more of her personal items. She had successfully moved herself right into my room in less than an hour!
I laid on the bed and she proceeded to give me a long, and pretty thorough massage. I wish I could say it was great. It was very good, but a little haphazard. She repeated the same technique over and over again on the same part of my body. One of her favorite techniques that I soon came to dislike was to run her bony, skinny fingers along one of my fingers, loosening it up and then suddenly pulling the tip to make the knuckles crack. She must have tried to do that three times to each finger and twice to each toe, spending a couple of minutes on each digit. Once would have been plenty!
I cannot remember if she finished the massage, or if I said thank you and moved on myself. But we eventually moved on. This girl was very much like the girl from the previous evening. She was very active and energetic, willing to do pretty much anything. Kissed eagerly, gave good bbbj, but once again it seemed she had a routine she was doing. If I got a bj from her again, it would be nearly identical, stroke for stroke, suck for suck, nibble for nibble, to the first one. She went from sucking, to licking the shaft, to using her hand, to nibbling my balls, to tickling the shaft with her tongue, and back to sucking far too quickly for my personal tastes. She never spent more than four or five seconds on any one activity, and pretty much showed me her whole repertoire in about one minute. She, like the lady before her, was pretty much oblivious to what I liked or disliked, just went ahead with her routine. Do not misunderstand, she was good, quite good, and I suspect most men would have rated her technique very high. It just wasn’t exactly my style I guess.
As we proceeded to the main event, I once again had to show great self discipline and stop her from guiding me home without a protective covering. I grabbed a condom from my bedside stand, slipped it on, and she slipped me in. She was much easier to enter than the previous ladies, but did not seem really wet or turned on. Despite Jensen’s insistence that she was “tight”, I did not feel a whole lot of sensation down there. She showed me her next special talent, rolling her eyes back into her head. She did it again and again, feigning passion I suppose, but I soon found it as annoying as her trying to crack my knuckles ten times in ten minutes. After fucking in several positions, I was not really getting into it. Part of the problem was that she was too active. She was constantly moving her legs around, squeezing them together, spreading them apart, resting them on my shoulders, and using her arms to squeeze me, or scrape my back, then my butt, then spread them out over her head, then grabbed me tightly again. Just like her blow job, she showed me all her moves in the first two minutes, and then just kept repeating them mindlessly. She was oblivious to my rhythm, to my speed, just kept on moving around. It seemed like she and the girl from the previous night had both graduated from the Jensen school of sex tricks for foreigners. Both applied the skills well, but with little understanding of sensuality.
I suppose I was getting a bit brazen after having had a few different girls, wanted to broaden my horizons a bit, and it seemed as though this girl was quite willing to do anything. I pulled myself up and positioned my dick next to her face and started to slowly put it in her mouth. She took me quite willingly. I removed the condom for better sensation, again no objection from her. I was amazed when she opened very wide and literally took me down her throat. Now that was a very good thing. I slowly and gently started to fuck her throat, a first for me. Just as I started to get a good rhythm, she gagged or choked. Of course I let her up to catch her breath. It also set my clock back a bit. Then we continued. One time she actually got up and went to the bathroom to spit and recover a bit after choking, but came back for more, urging me to continue. Each time after one of her little breaks, I had a little set back, but then got closer and closer to the finish line during the next stint. Between hitting her teeth too many times, and her momentary chokes and gags, it took quite a while for me to finish, but I finally felt the familiar twinge in my balls. I almost hesitated in letting go in her mouth, but decided to just enjoy myself…….was the Lucy/Jensen attitude about the girls rubbing off on me? Maybe. At any rate, I came in her mouth, quite a lot as it had taken quite a while to build up to orgasm. When I looked down to inspect the damage I was greeted with quite a sight, a long white streak on her left cheek, and cum bubbling and oozing out of her mouth. She let it stay on her lips a long time before allowing it to dribble out the corner of her mouth and down her cheek. Damn, just like in the porno vids! Definitely an orgasm for the record books. We cleaned up, and went to sleep for the night. She continued to be very nice, cuddled when I wanted, let me sleep when I wanted. Neither one of us instigated any further sex play that night.
This girl was pretty much as perfect as any man could hope for, so why was I not more pleased with her????
We had a quickie in the morning, just a traditional fuck.
Then down to breakfast, I think. I can’t remember. I do remember thinking whether to keep her for another day or not. She really was very nice, and I did not want to go through yet another search mission, and risk getting someone less desirable. I decided to ask her to stay another day. We called Jensen who said he would pay the manager for me. I thought that was silly as Memory was right across the street and said I would pay it. But he insisted, and then I realized that he was certainly getting a commission from the bookings.
Jensen always told me the price of the booking, and paid the booking fee himself, letting me pay him back later. When we went to Memory the price he told me was in fact the same price the manager had quoted me earlier in the day when I went there alone. So I guess the house gave him a discount and he kept the rest as commission.
Girl Five’s English was not very good, but she was a real trooper at trying to communicate. We used my electronic calculator and phrase book endlessly. She was a good teacher, and patient. She really was wonderful. I told her I needed to go to the bank to exchange some Travelers Checks, and she accompanied me to the bank. She started to get a taxi by habit, I told her I wanted to walk for a bit of exercise, and she easily agreed. It was only a ten-minute walk to the bank, but dodging the garbage, broken tiles on the occasional sidewalks, potholes, mud puddles, and traffic in the humid heat made a ten minute walk seem like a marathon. We arrived at BCA bank mid morning on Monday, and it was packed as bad as a Tokyo subway in rush hour. Unbelievable. I saw another bank a block away, and we went there. Still crowded, but manageable. My girl seemed quite lost, even though she could read the signs. I went upstairs to the money exchange and she followed. Eventually an attractive, middle aged lady came out from a back room somewhere and asked me what I wanted. I showed her my Travelers Checks and she told me to go to window number 4 downstairs. Then she said something to my girl, I though I saw her shake her head in response. I could not understand any of the words, but I am nearly 100% certain that the lady had asked if she was my wife, and she of course had to say no, which was probably the same as admitting she was a prostitute. The bank lady showed no change in attitude when speaking to me, but I am sure I saw a look of disdain on her face when she looked the girl standing next to me. The poor girl was holding her head a bit lower and drooping her shoulders, clearly a look of shame as we walked down the stairs. I felt pretty low to have put such a nice girl in that situation.
I exchanged my money, and my girl continued to be a trooper. But after my experience with Girl Two, I knew I should not push the guide thing very much. She wanted to go shopping to buy detergent to wash my clothes. Instead of going to a busy public shopping place, or any of the local independent stores, we used the store in the basement of the Melia. It was always uncrowded, secluded, and accustomed to foreigners. She seemed comfortable shopping there, and I felt like I had made a good choice, trying to make up for the incident at the bank. I asked her to buy some chip type snacks for us, and she did. She also bought laundry supplies, checking with me before she put each item in the cart. She looked for more massage supplies, lotions, baby oil, balsam and stuff. We found a few of the things she wanted, but not all. Then she picked up some ladies’ shampoo, and again asked my permission before placing it in the basket. Then she picked up a couple other ladies’ lotions stuff, and finally two packages of tampons! I grabbed a couple bottles of beer and water. We took the basket to the counter and I paid for it all.
Back upstairs in my room my new “maid” did my laundry and picked up the already tidy room while I read, wrote a bit, and watched TV. She fed me snacks, sat on my lap, continuously picked up the place, rotated the clothes so that they would dry evenly, etc. etc.
That morning when I had talked to Jensen I asked him where to go for dinner. He had suggested we just relax in the room and get room service. I did not think that sounded like much fun, and certainly would be more expensive than eating out. But then I once again remembered how uncomfortable previous girls had been walking around with me, and how sad and ashamed my current girl looked when she talked to the bank lady. I did not want to cause any more grief. So I took Jensen’s suggestion and we ordered room service. She was very happy when I told her we would just stay in the room to eat. She always happily went along with whatever I suggested, but I think this time she really was happy, and maybe relived at not having to go out again. She appeared to be familiar with the menu, and ordered nasi goreng (fried rice, served with one piece of fried chicken and three pieces of sate), and a bowl of chicken vegetable soup. I splurged and got a sirloin steak (about $10), and sphagetti. Less than thirty minutes later, the food arrived on a large cart that opened up to become a dining table. Rita had clearly done this before, and arranged the table so we could sit side by side on the edge of the bed, eat the food, and watch TV. The food was fine, nothing spectacular.
We chatted a bit and hit the sack early. We again had sex, but it was much like the morning session, an easy little fuck and done. The choice was mine. Somehow I did not really feel like having another long drawn out session with her. She just had too many annoying little habits during sex, constant moving around, rolling her eyes, squeezing the wrong thing at the wrong time, etc. etc. And she did not have the natural physical beauty to just lay there and turn me on like Girl Two could.
We slept peacefully, and had yet another forgettable fuck in the morning. I guess we had breakfast, but I cannot remember. Jensen had said he would call around 10am to see how things were going. I had decided to tell Jensen that I did not want this girl for another day even though she had clearly communicated that she wanted to stay with me for my remaining two days. I do not think it was because she liked me as much as she wanted the bookings, liked staying in the hotel, and did not like switching from guy to guy very much. I was pretty sure she would take the news of no further booking with me poorly. So I did not tell her. We just sat around my room waiting for Jensen to call.
When he called I told him and gave the phone to the girl. He told her. The reaction was all too predictable. She made a fuss, cried a little, looked at me like I had just thrown her out the door, said something about the laundry, like I at least owed her another day since she had cleaned everything so nicely and had done my laundry, and perhaps I did. I gave her a sizable tip, about 100,000 I think. At least I think it was sizable. She packed up her things grumbling the entire time, and gave me quizzical looks that asked, “Why? Why? What did I do wrong? How could you be so cruel after all I did for you?”
And she was gone. I did not feel as bad as I thought I would. Her annoying habits were really getting to me, and I knew Jensen would have her fixed up with another booking shortly. I had gotten the impression that she was one of Jensen’s most highly recommended girls.
Sure enough, the next afternoon at Lucy’s I saw her having lunch with another middle aged white guy.
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