Diary of a modern day courtesan

[furritales]

9/4/2011 (Part 1-- Down the rabbit hole)


Malcolm: I will be reaching your carpark in 10 minutes
Me: Ok. Wait near the lift area.

The last couple of days had me pestering/coercing/cajoling after Malcolm over the mysterious house party. He had refused to divulge any details other than "Its an interesting party"... "You will know when you are there la"...

I was desperately curious.

Me: Ok.. If you refuse to tell me what kind of party then I won't go.

Me: Are you going to tell me or not?!

Me: I really not going you know. Iam serious!

Me: Aww.. Come on.. Any hints? Celebrity party? Some big shot poolside wedding?

Me: Ahhh... your birthday party?!!

Malcolm: Hahahahahaha.. you will know on Saturday.. Stop asking, I won't tell you. And you will go. Because I know you are curious haha...

And he is right.


Getting out of the lift I look around the carpark for his black Jaguar. Slowly I made my way towards his car. The thought of seeing this man again has stirred up a cauldron of emotions. Happiness? Excitement? Apprehension?

Malcolm: Heya beautiful..

He beamed and gave my nose a little pinch.

He was dressed in a navy blue Polo Ralph tee coupled with jeans and loafers. Simple get-up. But I thought he look good to eat.

So its not a formal party after all. Iam glad I wore my Forever 21 simple black sundress.

After 15 minutes of drive, he drove into a long driveway flanked by trees and parked next to a black Maserati.

Malcolm: Ahhh.. haha...he is here too..
Me: Who is here too?
Malcolm: Haha...you will know later.. will introduce you to him. He wants to meet you too. You will like him.

I scowled at him and got out of the car.

The first sight that greeted me was two menacing stone lion gargoyles guarding the entrance of the porch. Muffled shrieks and laughter can be heard from the house.

What kind of party is this?
Why is he so mysterious about it?
Never mind, guess I will know in a minute..

Malcolm took out a card from his pocket and swipe the door.
A subtle click and the door opened.

Seeing the bewildered look on my face, he chuckled.

Malcolm: Only trusted friends have this key to her house. Of course, only valid on party day.

We went up a flight of stairs and came to the large living hall.

Its like looking through a gigantic kaleidoscope. The air was so thick with vibrancy and excitement. The whole house was littered with naked bodies or at least in some state of undress.

I stood next to a towering artisan floor lamp and simply gaped at the scene unfolding in front of me.

Geez. It is an orgy party.

[Feronas]

wtf...I read until cry sia...

[frankyquek81]

Camping here 😈😈😈

[huhwhad]

furritales, thy journal, read with
interest keen, with thoughts conflict'd,
moods upswing'd. for in humble's grasp,
dual souls, two fold'd minds, ruin'd
Ashtaroth, ilke Uriel, twin
seraphs' tempers wing'd.

Astarte, alto sing, schadenfreude,
immense venal joy, sweet delight,
at thine high fall, a Eve thus
corrupt'd by the Chief Fiend's call.
Past Sodom's gate, so enthrall'd, and
barter'd thy flesh to its Halls.
Of concern, doleful turn, wherefore, in
mournful glee, gay dolor, to Moloc's lure.
What thou was, me ponder'd, whence
thither brought, plans yonder?

Uriel, doleful toned, troubl'd Eve,
arduous toll 'Amora hither wring'd.
hope springs eternal, d'vine soul,
first untaint'd falls deceiv'd, by
the other ere, interim lost, anon,
thou find grace in Mercy and Justice
both, certes, for evil only good.
Time anneals, thy grey inur'd core,
brim thy chalice Grace; pray, bring
obedience due, endevord and to end,
persisting, safe arrive, light attain'd.

[furritales]

9/4/2011 Part 2 (Down the rabbit hole)


Malcolm took out a card from his pocket and swipe the door.
A subtle click and the door opened.

Seeing the bewildered look on my face, Malcolm smiled.

Malcolm: Only trusted friends have this key to her house. Of course, only valid on the day of the party.

Its like looking through a kaleidoscope. The air was so thick with vibrancy and excitement. The whole house was littered with naked bodies or at least in some state of undress.

I stood next to a towering artisan floor lamp and simply gaped at the scene unfolding in front of me.

Geez. It is an orgy party.

Someone held around my waist and whispered into my ears.
Come with me, we go upstairs.

I was so awestruck that I did not even realise I was rooted to the floor unmoving and just soaking in the clandesline sights.

Heavily ornated with baroque-style furnishings, the house was an exquisite work of art.

Holding my hand, Malcolm lead me across the marbled flooring, past naked dancing couples and up a flight of winding staircase.
.
.
Hey Mal, good to see you tonight!
.
.
Mal, new hot chick you have there!
.
.
Aww, the little prince is here today!
.
.

Me: Why did he call you little prince?
Malcolm: Haha.. its a private joke between us.

The 2nd level of the quintessential house was an extension of the ground level but albeit with a darker decor and even darker nude figure paintings that adorned the walls. There were two corridors leading to different rooms. We turned into the corridor on the left and came to a halt in front of a heavy paneled wooden door.

Malcolm put an ear to the door and listened.

Malcolm: Just want to make sure there isn't anyone inside. Once I stumbled onto a foursome.

Me: isn't that good for you? You can make it fivesome! Hahaha
I mean isn't that what you guys come for? For the many-many somes right? Anyway if there are people inside, they would have locked the door right?

Malcolm: Haha.. What you said is true. But Iam quite shy.. only one-on-one for me. Eh the door dosen't have locks at all.

Huh? The room can't be locked?

He turned the knob and we went in.

I thought I could have an orgasm right there and then. Well, should I say, a visual orgasm for my eyes.

Its a most peculiar room I have ever been to in my entire life. Yet its the most gorgeously breathtaking sight that stayed in my memory for the longest time.

An assortment of eclectic odds and ends littered the dark damasked room.

The owner must have spent a fortune in acquiring these pieces for I believe they do not come cheap. Every single piece is a sought-after collectible item.

Suddenly I was acutely aware of someone talking and hugging me from behind.

Malcolm: I knew you will love this room. Because once I saw you admiring an antique silk screen.

Me: It is all steampunk. Amazing!

Malcolm: Huh? What punk?

I push away from his embrace and came to halt in front of a gigantic wall clock. Instead of numerals, the dark bronzy antique victorian clock had numerous gears and bolts on it. I touched it gently as if it might disintegrate any moment.

A gunmetal jewel box encrusted with teal coloured stones.
An old rusty treasure box of sorts.
Several large grimoires and Wicca Pagan book of spells journals.
And many more enchanting pieces.

In the middle of the room stood a scarlet empire couch with silk upholstery. It is nothing short of stunning.

It was a room of full of old world charm.

Is the items for sale? I must have wondered aloud.

Malcolm: I doubt so. Emmeline loves all these to bits. Doubt she would want to sell them.

Once again, I felt a pair of hands going around my waist and slowly climbing up my chest. I leaned back against him and glazed up the ceiling. The 3-tier silvery gold chandelier shimmered under the soft lighting and cast a ethereal glow all around the room.

Its a heavenly treat for all my senses. For the first time even my seemingly righteous twin was in awe.

And then I thought I heard my name.

Malcolm: Kerri? You are so far away...

He clasped my bosom tightly to his body and another hand on my neck. I smiled. Iam so used to him that his rough antics doesn't scare me anymore.

Am I really just getting used to it?
Or am I really enjoying it?

By now, I had one of his hands inside my panties and one firmly latched on my neck. Our heads conjoined with an occasional kiss. We stood like this in what seems like silent bliss for 10 minutes.

And the all hell broke loose.

[SammyNewbie]

Sticks and Stones may break my bones
But chains and whips excite me?

candle wax, cuffs and whips?

Not quite my thing but let's see

[curiouslala]

more pleaseee..

[furritales]

9/4/2011 Part 3 (Down the rabbit hole)

He clasped my bosom tightly to his body and another hand on my neck. I smiled. Iam so used to him that his rough antics dosen't scare me anymore.

Am I really just getting used to it?
Or am I really enjoying it?

By now, I had one of his hands inside my panties and one firmly latched on my neck. Our heads conjoined with an occasional kiss. We stood like this in what seems like silent bliss for 10 minutes.

And the all hell broke loose.

First, we heard loud voices and footsteps and in a split second the door swung open. Malcolm turned to face the door but his hand is still in my panties. I hastily flung out his hand and straightened the front of my dress. My face a shade of crimson.

Man-wearing-blue-boxer: Whoa! Look who we have here..
Lady-in-pink-camisole: I knew he will be here. Wei Malcolm, you are always having your own private little party.. Hahaa..
Man-completely-naked: This is the first time I see our prince's fly undone.

All of us turned our gaze to his zipper and true enough his black boxer was peeking out of his front jeans.

I looked at Malcolm expecting him to have the same tomato-red face as me. But he remained relax and grinning from ear to ear.

Malcolm: Nah.. you guys know me best. Iam a two-some person. Okay.

Spreading his arms he herded all of them out of the door.

Man-in-boxer: Awww.. Can we stay around? We promise to be quiet and invisible...

Malcolm: Nope. Shoo! Out!

After the door closed, he came to me and hug me real tight.

They often say a woman's intuition is always spot-on. Somehow I feel Malcolm came with a heavy heart. Something weighing on his mind.

Gently, I stroked the back of his head. In response, he tightened his embrace.

Me: Malcolm?
Malcolm: Yeah..
Me: Something bothering you?

He kept quiet. And I did not pursue any further. Once again we lapsed into that silent bliss that was rudely interrupted moments ago.

And this time there wasn't any footsteps or voice. The door flung open for the 2nd time.

Instead of averting my gaze, I locked eyes with this lone intruder. He was bespectacled with a slight goatee and rather petite in size. On first look he look just like any John Doe on the streets. Regular features. Ordinary. Guy-next-door. However, one asset of his had me mesmerized. He has a pair of smiling twinkling eyes. I thought he is what sunshine and laughter was made of. Even Malcolm was delighted to see him.

Malcolm: Ahh! I was thinking when are you going to appear..
Ethan: Melissa told me you are here.. with a beautiful lady. I thought I want to join in your fun.

His gaze never once left mine. And mine, never his.

Malcolm: Come come.. Kerri, this is Ethan. Ethan, this is Kerri.

All of us broke into laughter. Its the strangest setting to be introduced.

Ethan: Ok, shan't disturb you two anymore.

He gave me a wink and looked at Malcolm.

Ethan: I be at the strip corner. Don't be selfish ok?
Malcolm: Sure.

For the 3rd time we resumed our embrace.

[markyboy61]

Appreciate your sharing your adventures as always.. Just stay safe and sound there seems you like to push that envelope :P

[furritales]

9/4/2011 Part 4 (Down the rabbit hole)


For the 3rd time we resumed our embrace.

Me: Why did he ask you not to be selfish?
Malcolm: Because he wants to know you later and ask me not to take too long.
Me: Oh.. you mean he wants to fuck me?

He loosen his embrace and looked at me quizzically.

Malcolm: Wa.. Hahaa.. Ehh, You look so innocent suddenly u say the fuck word I couldn't imagine that. Haha!!
My little Kerri has grown.

I rolled my eyes at him.
I felt deeply disappointed.
Did he really intend to pass me around like a plate of hor d'oeuvres?
The more I think of it, the more irritated I become.

I shrugged out of his embrace and walked towards the door.
To hide my irritation I said in a very casual tone.
Me: Iam going out to explore the house.

I never reach the door knob. I felt a pair of strong hands pulling me back.

Malcolm: Later. Go sit at the couch.
Me: I don't want. I want to go out!
Malcolm: Kerri, I--say--later.
Me: I don't want to stay in this room! Hello! The door cannot be locked! Anyone can come in!
Malcolm: It dosen't matter. Everyone in this house is more or less naked.
Me: So? It may not matter TO YOU, but it matter TO ME!
Malcolm: * Exasperated * Whats wrong with you?! You are ok just now.
Me: Iam a woman. I have mood swings. Iam ok just now does not mean I will be ok later!

I crossed my arms across my chest and turned to face a taxidermy of a chihuahua on a mahogany mantle.

Malcolm: * In a very quiet tone * Kerri, don't forget Iam paying you. I don't like tantrums.

Slowly, I turned and faced him. He has a pained look on his face. I felt as though I had just been slapped.

I bite hard on the insides of my cheeks to stop the tears that was welling up in my eyes. The illusion I held so tenderly for this particular man had just shattered. Perhaps its a blessing in disguise. After all, illusions are illusions. They aren't meant to be real. And this illusion was borne out of the long suppressed memories of Daniel.

Slowly I walked toward Malcolm. My mind in a whirl. I have 2 options:
One, walk out of this room, out of this house, out of his life and out of this depressing profession.
Second, continue being the demure courtesan.

It was a life defining moment for Kerri. But it didn't take her very long to come to a painful decision. Not especially when RQ looms in her mind.

He was sitting on the couch. I stop directly in front of his face and cup his cheeks in my hands. Taking a deep breath, I whispered.

Me: Iam sorry..

He placed his palms on my butt and pushed my pelvic to his face. Leaning and slouching back onto the couch, he pulled me along and I straddled him, my knees sinking into the velvet upholstery.

I had the hem of my dress over his head. Gently he nibbled at my very moist mound through the fabric of my panty. Obviously my physiological functions aren't affected by my indignation.

With two hands supporting my back he flipped me onto my back and slipped a slippery tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight. Perhaps fuelled by the short outburst moments ago, I bit hard on his lower lip and tightened my embrace. And unknowingly, this bite had set the succession of many bites in the following years of my provocative career.

I heard him took a sharp intake of breath, drawn from the sudden and unexpected pain on his lips. He opened his eyes and looked into mine. There is a mad glint in his eyes. He raised his hand and I flinched. For a moment I thought he was going to slap me. But I felt a finger tracing my lips and down to my neck. I closed my eyes and braced for the onslaught. Instead of closing his fingers on my windpipe he caress my neck and brought his lips to the tender skin.

Was I surprised that he did not choke me?
No. Because knowing Malcolm, he will have another heinous method of torturing me.

With uncanny gentleness, he planted little kisses down my neck to my chest. I tensed my body when he was nibbling my nipples. By now the butterflies in my stomach had doubled in strength. Iam sure he has something up his sleeve.

What could it be?

[viviankoh]

Love your story. Can totally relate to it sis.

May you find true love

[viviankoh]

Sis,

I broke down reading your story. I guess we just have to let go and stay strong

You must take good care of yourself.

[viviankoh]

Originally Posted by furritales

9/4/2011 Part 4 (Down the rabbit hole)


For the 3rd time we resumed our embrace.

Me: Why did he ask you not to be selfish?
Malcolm: Because he wants to know you later and ask me not to take too long.
Me: Oh.. you mean he wants to fuck me?

He loosen his embrace and looked at me quizzically.

Malcolm: Wa.. Hahaa.. Ehh, You look so innocent suddenly u say the fuck word I couldn't imagine that. Haha!!
My little Kerri has grown.

I rolled my eyes at him.
I felt deeply disappointed.
Did he really intend to pass me around like a plate of hor d'oeuvres?
The more I think of it, the more irritated I become.

I shrugged out of his embrace and walked towards the door.
To hide my irritation I said in a very casual tone.
Me: Iam going out to explore the house.

I never reach the door knob. I felt a pair of strong hands pulling me back.

Malcolm: Later. Go sit at the couch.
Me: I don't want. I want to go out!
Malcolm: Kerri, I--say--later.
Me: I don't want to stay in this room! Hello! The door cannot be locked! Anyone can come in!
Malcolm: It dosen't matter. Everyone in this house is more or less naked.
Me: So? It may not matter TO YOU, but it matter TO ME!
Malcolm: * Exasperated * Whats wrong with you?! You are ok just now.
Me: Iam a woman. I have mood swings. Iam ok just now does not mean I will be ok later!

I crossed my arms across my chest and turned to face a taxidermy of a chihuahua on a mahogany mantle.

Malcolm: * In a very quiet tone * Kerri, don't forget Iam paying you. I don't like tantrums.

Slowly, I turned and faced him. He has a pained look on his face. I felt as though I had just been slapped.

I bite hard on the insides of my cheeks to stop the tears that was welling up in my eyes. The illusion I held so tenderly for this particular man had just shattered. Perhaps its a blessing in disguise. After all, illusions are illusions. They aren't meant to be real. And this illusion was borne out of the long suppressed memories of Daniel.

Slowly I walked toward Malcolm. My mind in a whirl. I have 2 options:
One, walk out of this room, out of this house, out of his life and out of this depressing profession.
Second, continue being the demure courtesan.

It was a life defining moment for Kerri. But it didn't take her very long to come to a painful decision. Not especially when RQ looms in her mind.

He was sitting on the couch. I stop directly in front of his face and cup his cheeks in my hands. Taking a deep breath, I whispered.

Me: Iam sorry..

He placed his palms on my butt and pushed my pelvic to his face. Leaning and slouching back onto the couch, he pulled me along and I straddled him, my knees sinking into the velvet upholstery.

I had the hem of my dress over his head. Gently he nibbled at my very moist mound through the fabric of my panty. Obviously my physiological functions aren't affected by my indignation.

With two hands supporting my back he flipped me onto my back and slipped a slippery tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight. Perhaps fuelled by the short outburst moments ago, I bit hard on his lower lip and tightened my embrace. And unknowingly, this bite had set the succession of many bites in the following years of my provocative career.

I heard him took a sharp intake of breath, drawn from the sudden and unexpected pain on his lips. He opened his eyes and looked into mine. There is a mad glint in his eyes. He raised his hand and I flinched. For a moment I thought he was going to slap me. But I felt a finger tracing my lips and down to my neck. I closed my eyes and braced for the onslaught. Instead of closing his fingers on my windpipe he caress my neck and brought his lips to the tender skin.

Was I surprised that he did not choke me?
No. Because knowing Malcolm, he will have another heinous method of torturing me.

With uncanny gentleness, he planted little kisses down my neck to my chest. I tensed my body when he was nibbling my nipples. By now the butterflies in my stomach had doubled in strength. Iam sure he has something up his sleeve.

What could it be?

Dear sis,

Please don't stop...

[furritales]

I will be moving the stories to a blog.. but the problem is I am very blog-idiot... still fumbling and tumbling my way to setting it up...

[sengkarporguy]

fantastic story writing and your english is fantastic!
Im sorry i cant up your point. Pls keep up the story!