Diary of a modern day courtesan

[SinDellman]

This is quality writing. THANKS!

[furritales]

Thanks to all the support and kind words...Really appreciate it

Originally Posted by Johnston

.? There are two kinds of people who do these things: people who love money or people who love sex.....

Why bring the devil into it...?

Unfortunately I have to disagree, no offense though. Not all people who went into this trade love money. In need of money, perhaps, yes.

As for the devil, its just an aphorism on how Kerri sees the skin trade. After all, money is root of all evil.

[TempLust]

Nice writing.

Inne psych. Quite a breath of fresh air from the usual story type of thin plot and graphical carnal description.

Keep it coming and I'll keep cumming for u too.

[jur9]

Quality writing indeed.

Well to go girl

[furritales]

18/3/2011 (Yi Tiao Long)

Dear Diary,

Me: Mei mei!! *Snatching the mouldy half eaten bread from RQ hands*
Me: Ma, why you always keep the bread for so long! You know mei mei always like to climb the table and eat the bread there de!! *Throwing my mum an exasperated look*
Mum: Wow, so fast expired liao.... I didnt realise la.... Sorry!! *My mum's apologetic smile just melt my anger away*
Mum: Actually hor just remove the mouldly part the rest can eat de..... Haha!

I looked at my mother frail frame as she walked back into the kitchen. I feel a pang of guilt for raising my voice at her. She knew the bread is expired but her penny-pinching ways stop her from throwing the bread away. I made a mental note to routinely check the dates of all the food in the house. Especially when you have an intellectually challenged child around.

I sat on the cold floor and tried to make out the colourful twirls and curls that RQ was churning out into the drawing paper and soon to be flowing onto the floor. The school teacher had commented that she is settling in fine and blending in with other children. The loud ringtone of my mobile jar me out of my reverie.

According to Ms L, Malcolm is a local chinese and a regular client of the agency. I suppose that sentence had just raise my anxiety level up several notches. Regular? Does that mean he expect a certain level of standard? How regular he is? What he is going to expect of me? With these questions i went to great world city for my 2nd rendezvous.

He caught my attention even before I knew who he is. Because he was the only male patron in that bristo-bar. The other two tables were female occupants.
Taking a deep breath i walked over to his side. He is in his mid thirties, well dressed and clean-cut. I thought he bears a slight resemblance to the Hong Kong actor Julian Cheung. There is an aura of subtle nobility about him. Probably one of those few that grew up sucking on Tiffany-made silver pacifier.

Me: Hello Iam Kerri...
Malcolm: Hello!!
He has one of the most charming smile i have ever seen in recent years. I was contantly distracted by his pair of dimples.
Malcolm: You are the new girl?
Me: Yes. Why? *New girl? More like fresh meat.*
Malcolm: XYX agency hasnt had any recruitment for quite some time. So, imagine my surprise when I was told there is a new lady. And a gorgeous one at that. * The pair of dimples accompanied his every sentence.
Me: *Blush* Hahaa..Thanks... That really make my day.
Malcolm: Want to place an order for drinks or food?
*I ordered a plate of assorted vegetables and soup of the day.*
Malcolm: No beers for you? They are famous for their in-house beers.
Me: As funny as its sounds, but I do not take alcoholic drinks. I will get stomachaches. I guess Iam alcohol-intolerance.
Malcolm: I am not into heavy liquors either. I get horniness-intolerance. *He winked at me and gave me a cheeky smile*
Me: You mean you get horny easier when you are drunk ah? *Giggle* I better not come near you when you are drinking…..

We share our empathy for the victims of the Japanese tsunami and gossip about the upcoming royal wedding.

After the meal he brought me to an underground club situated in a 5 star hotel in Orchard. The two burly bouncers manning the entrance smiled knowingly at him. The interiors of the club was nothing short of posh. Red woody hues coupled with the pleasing dark lighting. Well, I rarely frequent clubs, pubs and such, hence my exposure to them was pretty limited. He must have noticed the awe in my face.
Malcolm: Very neat place isnt it? One of my favourite places to hang out. *He made an exaggerated motion of trying to collect the imaginery saliva drooling from my mouth*
Me: *Laughs* I can see why you like it here.... *Pointing to small groups of skimpily-clad ladies*

There seems to be alot of ladies than men here and...... they look kind of identical. Heavy makeup, tight short dresses with ample cleavage, killer stilettos and sultry smiles.
We were seated in a dark corner and I was soaking in the sights floating around of me.
Live band....
Service staff scurrying to and fro....
Couples cozying up to each other…

Me: Are these ladies some sort of bar hostess? * Pointing to those dress-to-kill ladies*
Malcolm: No... They are social escorts...
Me: Ahhh…. I see!! * So, Iam one of them...*
Malcolm: Alot of people who come here are pretty well-to-do not to mention the hotel guests as well...
Its pretty convenient you see.... Hook-up and a room is just up above you.

Where there is plenty of honey, there come the bees. However in this case there is a reversal of roles. The honey is the men and bees the women.
Its a heady mix of class and sleaze in that club.

Malcolm: *Inaudible whispers*
Me: Sorry..I beg your pardon?
Malcolm: You look far away...A penny for your thoughts? *His left hand was curled around my waist and he brought me closer to his side*
Me: Oh nothing really..
Malcolm: I can bring you here again whenever you like.
Me: Thanks. I would love that.
Malcolm: So, any plans for tonight?

His intentions were as clear as the crystals but somehow i was not mentally prepared to "Hook-Up-The-room-Is-Just-Above-You". Should I reject him? Can I really be just a social escort minus the extra-curricular activities? The answer were out of my mouth even before i had time to contemplate it.

Me: No special plans yet.... *Looking at my watch*
Me: Do you still want me to keep you accompany after 12? *He has booked me only till midnight*
Malcolm: Sure!! *Grinning from ear to ear*
Malcolm: How much do you charge for Yi Tiao Long service?
Me: Huh? What Long?! *Giving him a perplexed look*

He gave a loud chuckle and placed his mouth near my ear. I could feel the roughness of his stubble grazing my jawline.

Malcolm: I mean how much you charge for full service?
I assumed the full service he meant is sex and I quoted him a sum. He returned me a figure that was $500 off the original amount.

Me: Erm...Sorry but i charge this much for after-hours companion services. *Giving him a shy smile but my eyes were saying "Take-it-or-leave-it"*
Malcolm: Ok ok... You really drive a hard bargain huh... *Flashing that dimpled killer smile*

We continued our little tete-a-tete about his extensive travels to far flung corners of the globe. Places I can only visit in my dreams. Family business dealing with timber. Iam increasingly aware of a constant pressure on the side of my bosom. His left hand has graduated from resting on my waist to kneading my left breast.

Malcolm: Shall we leave? I would like to show you my house. *There is a hungry expression on his face which has nothing to do with food*

His house is a two-bedroom apartment just a stone throw away from Great world city. A typical bachelor pad with dark wood flooring, avant garde furniture and clean lines.

Once the door is locked he held me in his arms and tenderly kiss me on the lips. We were just standing in the living room, ajoined at the hips and saundered around the Philippe Starck coffee table. His large and warm hands went down to the small of my back and slowly snaking down to my butt. The fabric of my black dress provide the only insulation from his scorching touch. Slowly he started to lift up the hem of my skirt and caress my butt and slipping the whole of his hand inside my panty exploring every nook and cranny.

Malcolm: Wow panty huh?
Me: Err.....What about my panty?
Malcolm: So far the escorts that I have met wore either thongs, G-strings or nothing. I think you are the only one that wore panties. Somemore it feels like School girl panties. Let me see....
*He lifted the front of my skirt and revealed a pair of pink Younghearts polkadot cotton panty.*
Me: *Laugh* Huh nothing?! Serious? You mean they wear their dresses with no underwear?!!
Malcolm: Yup! *Grinning*
Me: Why would they do that?
Malcolm: Sexy mah..... *Flashing that to-die-for dimpled grin again*
Me: Err...Ok.... I do go without panties before...Many many times...
Malcolm: *Eyes widening* Wow! Really?!!!
Me: Yeah... When Iam bathing or sleeping......

He threw back his head and gave hearty roar, pulling me closer to him and his hardness.

[LovePotion]

Keep up the good work

[tijou]

Sis...interesting...camping!".. sis.. u shop in Space ar.."philip starck..

[furritales]

(Con't)

He held me in his arms and tenderly kiss me on the lips. We were just standing in the living room, ajoined at the hips and engaging in a small waltz. His large and warm hands went down to the small of my back and slowly snaking down to my butt. The fabric of my black dress provide the only insulation from his scorching touch. Slowly he started to lift up the hem of my skirt and caress my butt and slipping the whole of his hand inside my panty exploring every nook and cranny.

Malcolm: Wow panty huh?
Me: Err.....What about my panty?
Malcolm: So far the escorts that I have met wore either thongs, G-strings or nothing. I think you are the only one that wore panties. Somemore it feels like School girl panties. Let me see....
*He lifted the front of my skirt and revealed a pair of pink Younghearts polkadot cotton panty.*
Me: *Laugh* Huh nothing?! Serious? You mean they wear their dresses with no underwear?!!
Malcolm: Yup! *Grinning*
Me: Why would they do that?
Malcolm: Sexy mah..... *Flashing that to-die-for dimpled grin again*
Me: Err...Ok.... I do go without panties before...Many many times...
Malcolm: *Eyes widening* Wow! Really?!!!
Me: Yeah... When Iam bathing or sleeping......

He threw back his head and gave hearty roar, pulling me closer to him and his hardness.

Without any warning he bend down, scoop me up and carry me to a room. He sat me up at the edge of the bed and look down at me.
Slowly he unbuckled his belt, unzipped and lowered his checkered boxers. He brought his turgid member probably just an inch away from my mouth. My lips went round his pinkish smooth head and gave gentle nips before enclosing it with my mouth.

Malcolm: Kerri, Dont use your teeth... Use your lips
*He demonstrate an action of folding his lips inward.*
I smiled, curled my lips against his shaft and move back and forth.

Malcolm: Wooooooo..... Damn...Kerri.... Stop
He closed his eyes, inhaled and slowly opened his eyes. I looked straight into his black iris and felt a chill. His eyes were as cold as the grave.
He grabbed hold of my wrist and leaded me into the ensuite bathroom. He backed me up against the cold marble wall and started to kiss me. It was tender and sweet at the beginning.

His fingers were frantically trying to pull down my dress from the shoulders. Did he forget that my dress has a zipper? I pushed him forward to flex one hand to my back so that I can reach the zipper. Before I can locate it he shove me against the wall knocking the wind off me.

I yelped and tried to push him away with my hands but to no avail. He is simply too strong.
His mouth was forcefully latched onto mine, starting a tongue battle which i had zero chance of winning. What ever happened to that tenderness?
I twisted my head to one side, hoping to get some fresh air and away from his relentless mouth.
But his hand came up, holding my jaw in a death grip and force his tongue through my lips. I raised both my palms and placed them on his chest attempting to push him away.

Me: Malcolm! *He released me and took a step back*
Me: What was that for? Its hurting you know... *Massaging my sore jawline*
Malcolm: Sorry! I was too carried away... Sorry. ..Sorry.... *Giving me a sheepish look*
He came close to my side and instinctively i took a step back.

Many thoughts were racing through my mind.
I want to return him the monies and get out of here..
But am I overreacting?
Maybe he did really get carried away..

He could see the fear in my eyes.

Malcolm: You can leave if you want to.. Iam so sorry.. I had a stressful week maybe thats why..
Me: Ok. Give me a minute *I walk out of the room and came back with a thick envelope that contain my fee for the night*
Me: I need to return this to you.
Malcolm: Its alright. I would like you to keep it.
I was taken back at his generiosity and decided to give him another chance hoping i will not regret the decision.

Me: Ok. If you do not want to take it back then I will not leave.
Malcolm: Really?! You will not go anymore? *He resembled a little boy who had just been told his favourite candy store is opened.
Me: Yeah. As long as you are not trying to swallow my tongue! *I laugh and walked out of the room*

After returning the money to my bag, I found him standing at the doorway looking at me intently. He strolled over to me and slowly pulled down the zipper of my dress revealing my black bra and pink panty.
There is a weird expression on his face that send shivers down my spine.

Malcolm: Are you cold?
Me: I guess so. *Please do not make me regret staying back*
Malcolm: Come, I want to show you something. *He held my hand and lead me into the room once again*
He went to the wardrobe and brought out a piece of white fabric with many ribbons. Its a corset. Very exquisite looking.

Malcolm: I would like you to wear this.
Without waiting for my reply he stand behind me and wrap the corset around my bosom.
With each forceful tug of the ribbon I felt a small amount of air rushing out of me.
When he had finished tying up the last knot my body was screaming for air.
Me: Malcolm....I cannot....breathe!
Malcolm: Just relax.. Shhhh.. *Hugging me from behind and tenderly stroking my hair*

God...What did I got myself into?
He pulled me onto the bed and lay atop me adding to the unbearable pressure on my chest.
When he started to nuzzle my neck, an unspeakable sensation overcame me. A thrill borne out of a desperation to breathe coupled with the delicious grazing on my neck.
I arched my back as he moved down to my privates. He peeled off my panty, pushed my legs wide apart and stared at me for a long time.

I had never felt such raw vulnerability. Like a caged animal.

[furritales]

He stripped off his boxers, fumbled with the rubber and forced himself onto me. It was a one way street. He did not stop pushing till his entire shaft was in me.
I was too busy concentrating on getting air into my lungs that i did not notice he was pinning my hands down really hard.

The more I struggled the harder his thrusts.
The more I struggled the more excited he became.

And then he eased off me, pulling me onto my knees and entered from behind. Pounding away like a jackhammer.
After 15 minutes he gave a loud groan and flopped himself onto me, crushing me with his body.

Me: Malcolm, Can help me to undo the knot at the back for me? Its very tight!
No response.
Me: Malcolm! *Out of sheer frustration, I bite his hand which is resting near to my face*
Malcolm: Ouch!!
Me: Wei! Can untie the corset or not?!
Malcolm: *Chuckling* No.... I like to see you like this...
Malcolm: Hmmm... I can see alittle bit of chilli padi blood in you.. Maybe.. Have you ever tried role-play?

I refused to answer him and kept quiet. Because I had no clue what he was saying and I was really exhausted from all the breathing efforts.
Role-play? Momentarily the dark thrill I felt at the beginning flashed through my mind. It seems forbidden and ominous but forbidden stuff are always thrilling. Aren't they?

I felt him heaved off me and loosening my corset. A gush of fresh cold air flooded my lungs. I could feel his hot breath on my back and a wet tickling sensation.
Me: What are you doing Mal?
Malcolm: Giving you a catbath.
Me: What bath? *Trying to flip over and see.*
Malcolm: Don't move... Be still!
He planted light butterfly kisses and licks down my back and my buttocks.

Me: *Laughing* Hey! You are at the wrong hole! Thats my asshole!
Malcolm: Yup I know.. I just want to lick your asshole..
Me: Why would you want to lick the dirtiest hole in the whole body?! (Btw, the dirtiest hole in the body is the mouth and navel)
Malcolm: This is called ass rimming.. By the way your hole is not dirty, its very clean and smell nice!

He got up and pulled me into the bathroom.

Me: Hey you are not kissing me after kissing my butt-hole! *Pushing his face playfully away as he attempt to kiss me*
All of a sudden, he held me in a choke-hold and back me up the wall.

Malcolm: *Eyes blazing and voice hissing* If I want to kiss you now what are you going to do about it?
I frowned and stared at him hard. He seems to get my message and relax his grip on my neck.
Malcolm: Just kidding. Come, Lets bath together. *Holding my hand and leading me beneath the grohe rain shower.*

I did not believe that was meant to be a joke.

After the bath I curled up onto the bed slowly sinking into silent bliss while Mr Jekyll-MrHyde worked on his laptop.
Somewhere deep in the middle of night, I was briefly woken up by a naked and warm body snuggling close to me. I pretended to be deep in sleep but for some reason my body went into sympathetic mode. I was prepared for flight or fight.
I stayed awake for about 15 minutes before I heard the first snore. The last thing on my mind was my twin berating me on the perils of sleeping with men with spilt personalities.

I woke up to the aroma of bacon and eggs. On.My.Body. There were bite-size pieces of sausage, bacon and a sunny-side-up spread along randomly from my breasts to my public hair. I turned my head to the side and saw him grinning down at me. Naked and roused hair. I thought Mr JekyllHyde look good enough to eat.

Me: Malcolm! What is this?! *Rolling my eyes at him and throwing the food at him*
Malcolm: Hey! No no you are not doing that! *Laughing and holding my hand*
In a swift move, he swung his leg over and sat astride me.

Malcolm: Don't you know? You are my breadfast this morning.
The next 90 minutes was like a trip to disneyland.
He made love with a sexiness that borders around a hint of ravage, yet at the same time he was charming, tender and sweet. Imagine a dark Valrhona with a dollop of whip cream.

For the first time in my life on that particular morning, I finally understood the meaning of orgasm.

We had a genuine breadfast together before he drove me home. He said he will look for me again in two weeks time when he is back from a working trip. Half of me was hesitant because of his obscure personality but the other half could not forget the most delicious sensations she ever felt.

[curiouslala]

wow.. very nice sis..
looking forward for the continuation..

[Sullen]

Please continue!

Really looking forward, very well written and entertaining thus far.

[eeemen]

Interesting insights into your life. Thanks for taking time n effort to share . Camping to support. Cheers, ........................

[furritales]

So sorry for the long hiatus....

25/3/2011
(Silence is not the absence of something, but the presence of everything )

He is a tourist. Says he is from States. But he is only interested in girls that can provide sexual services. So if you agree to this assignment, whether you are comfortable with him or not you still have to provide sex at the end of the day. Are you ok with this Kerri?"

I was riding the train when my agent called. For some reason her voice seemed to broadcast out of my mobile on this particular day. I looked around conspicuously hoping no one heard the scandalous conversation.

I agreed to the assignment and subjected myself to an hour of berating from my twin.

"Are you that desperate for monies Kerri?"
"The monies you had earned so far was enough to cover RQ exorbitant school fees for the next 3 months"
"You are placing yourself in immediate danger by meeting him in the hotel room"
"What if he is a psychopath?"

A small bitter laugh escaped me. The lady sitting right opposite me looked at me. Thankfully I had my ear phones on. I launched into a conversation with kelvin Kern who was playing "Fairy Wings" in my ears.

"Haha...yeah...right...hahaa haha...ok see you bye."

I steal a glance at the lady. She had went back to her heavily thumbed "Daily bread".

What if he is a psychopath? Throughout the entire night the phrase repeated itself inside my mind like a mantra.


The hotel was a small classy boutique hotel situated near Bugis.

He was only in his jeans when the door opened. Mr psychopath-from-States was nothing I imagined him to be. Dark olive skin, short dark curly hair, long eyelashes (that I would died for), a shy face with regular boyish features. He is seriously cute. And did I mention broad-chested as well? He does not look a day over 20.

Me: Hola! Are you Felix?
Felix: *Nodding his head*
Handshakes and hugs were exchanged.
Me: You have a nice place here.

It was like a mini suite. The entrance lead to an open air patio flanked by a retro-style bathroom and a dark wall-panelled bedroom. The design concept was a fusion of chic and class.

I turned and saw him smiling at me. He was holding a piece of paper and pen. On the paper was written: Iam hearing impaired. Sorry. Can we write on paper?

I think time stood still for a couple of seconds on that particular day. At least for me.
I quickly regained my composure, went over to his side and scribbled on the paper.

Me: Its not a problem for me. *Flashing a sweet grin at him*
Me: Oh...May I know who is that guy that book this appointment on your behalf?
Felix: That is my brother. The company send him here for work stuff and I come along. A vacation for me.
Me: Oh ok.

More scribbling.

Felix: Have you eaten?
Me: No. What about you?
Felix: No. Do you know of any place where they serve nice local food?
Me: Sure. Lets go!

I brought him to a food court in a shopping mall. Plenty of nice local food at reasonable prices. We communicated through typing on our mobile phones and numerous nods-shakes of the head. We must have been quite a sight. An inter-racial couple who did not display any verbal communication yet giggles and laughter were rampant.

I simply adored Felix. It could be because we are of the same age. We hold hands. I felt as if Iam on a date.

I ordered fried prawn mee, beef noodles, chicken rice, nasi lemak and ice kachang. Surprisingly we were able to finish 80% of the food. Not surprisingly, Chicken rice is his favourite.

We chat or rather text like bosom friends. He was born in Spain and the whole family migrated to the States when he was still a baby. When he was 4 years old he lost his hearing when a new year celebration that involved fire crackers went awry.

His face was grim and shrouded in a pained expression as he relate the incident. Though he could not remember the incident well but as he grew up he knew he was vastly different from the norm. The pathetic gazes and concessional treatment are part and parcel of his life. I turned to face him and gave him a hug.

Me: You are very brave (Smiley icon)
Me: What has happen has happen. One should always look forward not backward. What dosen't kill you only make you stronger.
Felix: Thanks. You are one of the few strangers within 30 minutes upon meeting me that does not treat me as handicap.
Me: Oh really? How can you tell?
Felix: Trust me. When you do not have any hearing you rely heavily on sight and intuition. And of course practice made perfect. I have met countless of people in my life and I have learn to read body languages and facial expressions.
Me: Wow. Thanks. Iam really honoured to be one of those few. *Smile smile*

Felix: Because of my handicap, I have difficulty in romancing girls. I can't whisper sweet-nothings in their ears and most often communication is the cause of the breakdown in my previous relationships.
Me: Don't worry. You are still so young, you will meet someone who will cherish you for what you are.
Felix: Young? Iam almost 30. Most of my friends and relatives of my age are married with kids.
Me: Oh my goodness! I thought you are only 20!

We both laughed aloud together. After the hearty meal we took a cab down to Orchard. He came to a halt in front of a sex toy shop.

Felix: I would like to buy something. Would you help me? *Eyes twinkling*
Me: Sure. What do you want to buy?
Felix: A strap-on vibrator. For pegging.
Me: *Shaking my head* For pegging? What is pegging?

Without replying me, he grab my hand and lead me into the sex shop. This is my first trip into the land of forbidden toys.

It was dark inside but with sufficient light to see what you are holding. The shop was categorised according to type and function of products sold. One area displayed kinky tongue-in-cheek novelty. Half of the shop was dedicated to all lengths and sizes of vibrators and gels. There is a particular nook which interest me greatly. Sensual lingerie and uniforms which left little to no imagination.

Felix motioned me to follow him. We came to a stop in front of shelf displaying numerous realistic looking dildos. There is something different with these toys. Attached to the sides are straps or belts that enable one to wear around the waist.

Felix took out his mobile and began to type.

Felix: Choose one
Me: For me? Why? I do not use dildos.
Felix: *Grinning* For us. Come on, just choose one.

I glanced at the galore of vibrators and pointed to a neon pink 6 inch dildo. I like the colour and the ribbed end at the tip. And it was also one of the shortest and less intimidating among the humongous counterparts.

After choosing the lovely sexual innovation, Felix guided me back to the sexy uniform section.

Felix: Choose all that you like.
Me: Ok. Thanks!

I had a hard time choosing the one that I truly like. Because I like them all. But I only wanted to choose one because they do not come cheap. He must have seen me eyeballing the price tag on each item.

Felix: Take all if you want
Me: Iam trying to choose one I really like. Have patience please.
Felix: Iam usually a patient person. But not today especially with a pretty lady standing so close to me.

I laughed and smacked him on the head with the nurse uniform I was holding. He proceeded to take down each design hanging from the array of hooks.
I held him back and shake my head at him. He threw me an amused look and grabbed my wrist pulling me to the cashier.

My face turned to a colour of beet red when Felix placed the brightly coloured novelty on the cashier table. But the pretty cashier was nonchalant as if she was checking out groceries in a supermarket.

In the cab on the way back to the hotel Felix was slowly stroking my thigh. I placed my handbag onto my knee lest the driver got curious and decided to look in the rear mirror. Because we are a quiet couple that kept giggling and looking at our mobiles.

His fingers are now busy inching closer to my moist privates. Gently, he pry apart the panty and slip a finger in.

Felix: Its drizzling there!
Me: *Laugh aloud* Do you need an umbrella then?
Felix: I need a rubber umbrella. Wanna explore the rain forest. *He turned his head and began to nibble my earlobe*

In an instant, something crucial came into my mind. And I began to struggled mentally how to approach the subject to Felix.

[kabuki]

*slow clap*

[ANowhereMan]

Welcome back sis: )
Great job!