Diary of a modern day courtesan

[viviankoh]

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[furritales]

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9/4/11 (Part 6 Down the rabbit hole)

I looked up and gasped. Leaning against the wall at one corner was Ethan. He had a lop-sided grin. I groaned inwards. The door has no locks. He must have seen everything.

I hissed into Malcolm's ears.

Me: Your friend is here.
Malcolm: Huh? Who?

He raised his head and looked over the couch.

Malcolm: *Laughing* Fuck! Since when you become a peeping tom?

I rolled off Malcolm and sat at the edge of the sofa. Taking a deep breath I stood up and walked up to Ethan.

Me: *Flashing a cold-as-winter smile* I hope you enjoy the show.
Without waiting for his reply, I turned and strutted out of the room.

Hey!

I ignored the caller and went up the flight of stairs to the 3rd level of the house. There was no rooms to hide nor restrooms I can run to. The 3rd level was the gateway to the rooftop patio. I stepped onto the cold cement and walked over to the open air lounge.

Ethan: Hey! Iam sorry. Didn't mean to peep.. but..

I whirled around to face him.

Me: Why did you peep on us? You like to watch live shows?
Ethan: No no.. sorry ok. I really didn't mean to peep.
Me: Then why did you? You knew I was an escort right? How rude was that? I mean, I am an escort but it doesn't mean you can intrude in my privacy as and when you wish?!

His brows was knitted in a frown. The sunshine on his boyish face was replaced by a sad apologetic look. I relented. Sigh. I was surprised by my own outburst which probably was caused by Malcolm. I have no right to scold him as it is an orgy party.

Ethan: Iam so sorry..
Me: Actually I should be saying sorry. Its an orgy party after all. Anyway, its ok. Iam alright.

Forcing a smile on my face, I brush past him and head towards the exit. I felt a gentle tug on my arm and turn to face him.

Me: Mmm?
Ethan: Stay with me for a while? I like to chat with you.
Me: Oh.. ok.

We walk over to the pavilion and sat on the woven wicker sofa. Strangely, I was no longer angry. This man seems to emit a calming and reassuring aura that simply melts away my fiery.

It was an awkward moment. After all, we just had a tiff.

Me: So, you often come to this sort of parties?
Ethan: Quite a few times. Its rather liberating I must say. Not your usual kind of party. This is your first time right?

I giggled.

Me: Yup. Imagine my shock when I open the door! I felt like Alice in wonderland. Should be lustland.

We burst out laughing.

Ethan: Do you like what you see then?

Cocking my head to a side, I deliberate for a few moments.

Me: Its... very intriguing. But I especially love that room. The room with all the charming antique stuff.

The room where you peek at us.

Ethan: Ahh... yeah, the room has quite a character isn't it? I love that room too. Had quite a few fond memories in there.

Me: Fond memories? Like?

He lapsed into silence, his face donning a wistful smile.

Ethan: Had an unforgettable private party with Emmeline.
Me: Who is Emmeline?
Ethan: Oh.. she is the owner of this house and organiser of these parties. She is very strict on who is allowed in and who is not. Only trusted and close friends . Apparently Malcolm had a hard time convincing her to allow him to bring you in. But of course he did not mention you are an escort. Just say that you are a close lady friend.
Me: Oh..

Suddenly I was touched by this seemingly small gesture by Malcolm. I felt really bad by the tantrums I threw at him. Where is he now? Missing him already.

Me: Ok. I ought to go find Malcolm now.
Ethan: Oh.. I think he is busy with Emmeline.

He wink at me and in an instant I caught his underlying meaning of the wink. I was sized by an inexplicable wave of jealousy and sadness.

Slowly, I sat back onto the brown woven chaise.

What are doing now? Having sex? Kissing?
Is he rough with her as with me? Or is he tender with her?

Taking a deep breath, I look down at my hands on my lap. And hoping the man beside did not notice my nose getting redder by the second. Often, my nose will turn red before the tears fall.

Ethan: Eh, did anyone tell you you really resemble a HongKong actress?
Me: Huh? Who who!

I laughed. Looking straight into his twinkling merry eyes the pool of tears that threaten to fall begin to retreat back to its recesses.

Ethan: Cherie Chung
Me: Err.. Who is that?
Ethan: A Hong Kong actress. Not your time though.. You look just like her when she is young. Big eyes, long thick hair...

He came close to me, raised his hand and gently caress the back of my head.

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9/4/2011 (Part 7 Down the rabbit hole)

He came close to me, raise his hand and caress the back of my head. His intentions were very clear. Smiling at him, I gently push away his hand.

Ethan: Sorry, couldn't resist the urge to touch you. You are really very lovely.
Me: Its alright. I think we ought to go?
Ethan: Go where?
Me: Mmm.. go to the main hall? There is a party isnt it?
Ethan: Hahaa... but if you want to mingle there you need to be at least in bra and panties or naked.
Me: Huh?! Then nevermind. I will just sit here.

My mind racing away. Trying to find a topic to distract him.
Because I know he will raise the question I been dreading.

Me: So, tell me, do you really enjoy this kind of parties? I mean, being naked and people having sex right in front of you..
Ethan: Mmm.. actually I do not participate, I prefer to be an audience than participant.
Me: Oh I see.. so you are like a peeping tom..

The words were out even before I realise it.

Me: Opps sorry. Just kidding. Haha.

He was laughing away.

Ethan: I guess you are right. Maybe I do have this fetish of peeping.

He gave a shrug and smiled.

Ethan: Every one has his or her own fetish. Like Emmeline, she likes being hand cuffed to the bed and wear those super tight corsets..

Super tight corset? On my first appointment with Malcolm, he made me wore a super tight corset.

The feeling of being aroused and out-of-breath..
A lethal combo that brings a whole new meaning to sexual orgasm.

Me: What about... Malcolm? Do you know his fetishes?

He tilt his head to a side and look at me with a shrewd eye.

Ethan: Ehh, I thought you should know his fetishes better than me? You been with him for quite a number of times yeah?

I wonder what else did Malcolm said about me.
And how much did this man know about me.

Me: Mmm.. ya.. But.. you know.. its all quite normal stuff. Nothing fanciful.

I smiled at him
Since becoming an escort I had somehow acquired the skill of telling white lies at the drop of the hat.

He frowned.

Ethan: Really? But thats not what I heard.
Me: Oh? So what did he say to you?
Ethan: Nevermind. Anyway, its not important..

But it is.. important to me.
But of course I did not push it.

Its only much later that I come to realise the true depth of their friendship.

He shift his body closer to mine. We are literally skin to skin.
I stare into his eyes. Its no longer easy to resist the charms of this man.

And then it happened in just a blink of an eye.

His lips touched mine. His tongue gentle and inquisitive.
I thought I was kissing my high school crush. The kiss lasted 10 seconds before I turned away.

It was an awkward moment.

Me: Mmm.. I think we ought to go.
Ethan: Sure. Lets go. .

We descended the stairs and reached the second level.

Man-totally-nude: Hey Ethan! Where have you been? Come, the dance is about to start..

He is probably in his early 30s. Trim and athletic sporting a Mohawk hair style.
A handsome fellow I must say. But I wasn't attracted to his facial features nor his buff physique. Instead I was transfixed to a rather private region of his and I have never seen anything quite like this before.

[BowieKnife]

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9/4/2011 (Part 8 Down the rabbit hole)

Me: Mmm.. I think we ought to go.
Ethan: Sure. Lets go. .

We descended the stairs and reached the second level.

Man-totally-nude: Hey Ethan! Where have you been? Come, the dance is about to start..

He is probably in his early 30s. Trim and athletic sporting a Mohawk hair style.
A handsome fellow I must say. But I wasn't attracted to his facial features nor his buff physique. Instead I was transfixed to a rather private region of his and I have never seen anything quite like this before.

I could not help it but keep staring at his phallus.

There are small bumps along the shaft of the penis. From afar it look like as if its diseased. But on closer look, the bumps has a symmetrical pattern to them.

Man-totally-nude: Hello, don't think I met you before. Anyway Iam Elgin.

A large and veiny hand reach out for my hand and gently kiss it.

Ethan: She is Malcolm's guest.
Elgin: Oh.. ok. I saw Mal with Emmeline at the bar. Its ok.. Maybe I can help to entertain this lovely lady.

He came really close to me and place one hand at my waist. His breath reeked of alcohol.
I flashed him a polite smile and disengaged from him.

Ethan: Haha Elgin no.. This one is out of bounds.

He feigned a sad look.

Elgin: Aww.. Sad man! Anyway it fine by me. Enjoy babe! Come look for me if you want a good time, anytime.

He gave me a wink and walked away.

Me: Did you see his thingy?! Why is it like that?!

Ethan burst out laughing.

Ethan: Thingy?.. hahahaha.. That is called pearling. Some kind of pearls or titanium bearings that can be implanted under the skin. Well, it is supposed to enhance sexual pleasure. You know some condom brands have this ribbed effect? Something like that..

Me: It looks scary and must be painful. Anyway he mention some kind of dance?

Ethan: Ahh! Yes! The dance is starting.. you wanna see? You don't have to participate but you need to be naked or at least bra and panties..

Me: Err.. bra and panties?!
Ethan: Its alright. Everyone will be in that attire. I will strip down to my underwear too.
Me: I don't dance. Maybe I will just stay....
Ethan: Its a very special dance. Not your usual shake-ass shake-body kind. I be around you. Don't worry. Come.

Without waiting for my reply, his hands went to the hem of my dress and attempt to strip it off me.

Me: Hey wait! Can I just go and take a look first? Please..

I flashed him a Kerri's trademark coy smile. So far it has never fail to work.

Ethan: Alright, lets go.

We went down to the ground level. The party seems to be in full swing.
Naked bodies of all shapes and sizes slithered past us. My butt was squeezed and my breasts groped by a pretty short haired brunette.

The house was massive. We walk to the end of a long corridor and stop outside the last room. There was a wooden filigree plaque carved with the words
"THE CHAMBRE NOIRE"

Ethan: This is called the black room. You will see why.

He turn the door knob and open the door. I gape at the scene right in front of me.

[curiouslala]

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

The house was massive. We walk to the end of a long corridor and stop outside the last room. There was a wooden filigree plaque carved with the words
"THE CHAMBRE NOIRE"

Ethan: This is called the black room. You will see why.

He turn the door knob and open the door. I gape at the scene right in front of me.

Ethan: Don't stand here. Go in.

He grab my hand and pull me to a corner of the room.

Someone whistled.

Ethan wave his hand in front of me.

Ethan: Hello hello! Told you its different right. You will like this room.

The wall was cladded in a black victorian flourish wallpaper. Furniture was lustre black. All pieces designed in victorian. No less. The massive chandelier gleaned in the dark. There must be at least a hundred black swaroski crystals. It was not called "The Chambre Noire" for nothing.

In the middle of the room was a large black wooden dance floor. There must be at least 10 people on it. As it was dark, I walk closer to take a better look.

Everyone on the wooden platform was naked and blindfolded. I turn back to look at Ethan.

Me: Are they on drugs? They seems like in a trance or something..
Ethan: Haha.. no drugs.. drugs is prohibited in all the parties held here.
Me: Then why are they moving so slowly and.. sorry but I seriously don't know what are they doing.. Haha.. I thought its suppose to be a dance.

The people on the platform glided and slithered against one another. Every movement is slow, deliberate but seems relax. Some couples are intertwined together and some just brush past anyone everyone in his or her path.

Its the most singular dance I ever come across.

Ethan: This is called the transcendental blindfold dance.
Me: Sorry, I only know hip hop dance, zumba dance, contemporary dance and pole dance.
Ethan: Hahahahaha.. yeah, its pretty unique. This dance is created by Emmeline. She has a lot of funny weird ideas. Anyway, shall we...

Without letting Ethan finish his sentence, I walk up to a large frame hanging on the wall.

On the wall was huge black ornated frame inscribed with gold words. Many, many words. Rows and rows of small words. The gold reflected off against the black foreground of the frame and cast an errie glow all around. It was almost magical.
The words was titled "The paradox of our times"


We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers
Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints
We spend more, but we have less.

We have bigger houses, but smaller families
More conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees, but less sense
More knowledge, but less judgement
More experts, but more problems
More medicines, but less wellness.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often
We have learnt how to make a living, but not a life.
We have added years to life, but not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back
But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour.
We have conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted our soul.
We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We've higher incomes, but lower morals.
We've become long on quantity but short on quality.

These are the times of tall men, and short character;
Steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare,
More leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorces;
Of fancier houses, but broken homes.
It is a time when there is much in the show window, and nothing in the stockroom.


Suddenly, I felt a pair of cold hands encircling my waist and hugging me tight. The familiarity of the perfume jolted me out of my reverie.

I turned around and smiled at a naked Malcolm beaming down at me.

Malcolm: I hope you are enjoying yourself

He smile and kiss me. Without a word, he lift off my dress, unhook my bra and strip off my panty. Not a word of protest from me. Iam now stark naked. And very cold.

Because I want to do this special dance with him.
Even though he is only an hour or two away from my side, I actually miss him.
God help me.

He reach into a basket on the floor near the platform and fish out 2 blindfolds.

Me: Must we use the blindfolds? What if I accidentally hit or step onto someone?
Malcolm: Look at the people on the platform. They are moving very very slowly. The point is to totally relax yourself. Do not use sudden and strong movements as you might hit someone. Just enjoy the sensations. You will know if you are out of the platform. One flooring is wooden and the outside flooring is marble. Don't worry I will be with you.
And... don't be surprise if someone touches you or squeeze your boobs or butt..
Me: Huh?!

With that, he hushed me up, blindfolded me (and probably himself). I felt myself being pulled into the maze of warm bodies.

I doubt I will enjoy anything.
The whole thing is just weird.
But as it turns out, I am about to experience the most sensual and incredible experience.

[inuzuka]

One of the most interesting and unique story I ever come across... please do continue...

[balasha8]

Frankly, from your second assignment onward, I can’t finish most of the writing as I felt extremely sad reading them.

Sincerely, I hope that it is just a story.

Wish you luck. Be well.

[Volibear]

Ok cool story bro

[furritales]

31/12/2013 (John and Jane Doe)

Haha.. a very impromptu entry for this first day of 2015. It was the last day of 2013. A most memorable assignment in kerri colourful path of courtesaning. Memorable because of the simplicity of the assignment. Just 2 average John and Jane in the world, living their lives as sanely as they can. Our paths cross on that night, for that brief couple of hours, you allow me to relieve the mask which I have been wearing even when facing my own self.

I remembered I rejected all appointments on that last day of the year. Because I had wanted to spend the day with my niece. I had brought a Lego barbie house as a Christmas present for her and wanted to build it with her on new year eve. But your message that appeared on my phone at noon changed all my plans.

You: Hello is this Kerri?
Me: Yes.. Who is this?
You: Err...Iam Joel.. Actually Kelvin intro me to you. I was wondering if you are available tonight?

(Kelvin is a regular client of mine.)

Me: Sorry, but tonight iam not available at all. Perhaps we can arrange another day?
You: Oh..you already have an appointment? Maybe we can meet after your appointment?

Geez, this man dosent give up.

Me: No I do not have any appointments. But Iam spending time with family instead. Perhaps I can recommend another escort or next week..?
You: No... I only want to meet you. Iam happy with just 2 hours of your time. Its very important to me that I meet you today. Feel free to quote me any price. Iam really sorry for being such a last minute prick... Would you consider it please..

Feel free to quote me any price.. I smiled. I will quote him a price so high he will refuse. La la la.

Me: Ok.. if you insist, my fees are $$...

The charges I quoted are double of my normal rates. Well, everyone working on eves of public holidays usually received double pay. So its not unreasonable that I am entitled to double as well. Hee.

Anyway I was expecting a No from him.

To my surprise,

You: Ok! Can.. Shall we meet at Orchard Mrt at 6pm for dinner first?

Mrt.. This is the first time iam meeting a client at Mrt. Everything about this appointment smells fishy to me..

Me: Hello Kelvin.. kerri here.. do you have a friend call XXX? Because he said you introduce me to him.
Kelvin: Ya I did.. He look you up? Haha.. He is a very nice guy. Don't bully him.

I bully him? Zzzzz

Anyway, at least he is legit.

I came out of Orchard Mrt station, scanning through the hordes of party goers for a man wearing blue checkered polo shirt, black pants and a leather satchel. It took me a good 5 minutes to find him. I thought he look like a plumper version of Dicky cheung.
He smiled. I smiled. We shake our hands.

Slowly, we crawl our way through to Wheelock place, Cedele.
You: Iam sorry to choose this place. I should have known better.
Me: Its ok la.. at least the queue here is acceptable.

There must be at around 7 people in the queue. I strongly believe my queue is one of the shortest in the whole of Orchard at that moment.

Me: Can I ask you something? Why must you insist on meeting me today? You never met me before..
You: Err... If I don't say its important you meet me today then you probably won't meet me, right?

I look straight at him in a WTH face.

You: Haha.. sorry. But I just want a fuck on the last day of the year la.

I look straight at him, for the 2nd time, in a WTH face.

Me: Err..if you want a fuck, then alot of places you can get..
You: like? Geylang? Don't want la.. Very pai seh to be seen there. Everyone will know I go there for what. At least now people will thought you are my girlfriend..

No more WTH faces. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

Me: You have any girlfriend?
You: No.. aiya..iam a jailbird no girls want me la

No more WTH face, no rolling of eyes and I did not laugh.

You: Haha... You regret already isit?
Me: You don't look like someone who went to jail before. What happen?
You: Oh..nothing serious la.. I raped a woman..she threaten to report me to police lor so I hammer her to death.

I stared at him.

You laughed. I thought I saw a glimmer of compassion behind that carefree eyes.

You: Just kidding la. I was drunk driving and seriously injured a pedestrian. I didn't stop to help I just drove off lor. Because I was scared.

I saw a frown on your face and silence engulfed both of us.

Me: Its alright. Everyone has their stories. No one is perfect. Sometimes being single has its own benefits also.
You: You have any boyfriends?

I knew you regretted asking your question. Because I saw that frown appear on your face again.

Me: I have alot. You are one of them lor.
You: Why are you in this line? Actually Kelvin told me about you before. He mentioned you are supporting your family?
Me: No la.. I like buying prada, LV, Hemes and chanel. So I become an escort lor. Oh, I have 3 toyboys also. They are very expensive de.

I grinned happily at his WTH face.

You: Ya..like real..

We laughed and poke fun at each other..

I had a glimpse of your love life...

You: She broke off our engagement when I went to jail. She whatsapp me saying she want to leave me. She say she cannot believe i hit and run.. Its all over in a few minutes over some fucking whatsapps. She didn't even tell me face to face...

I had a glimpse of your social life...

You: My friends shun me like a plague when I came out of the jail. Alot of them unfriend me at Facebook..

I had a glimpse of your character...

You: I made a mistake and paid a price for it. I move on.. I won't cry because it's all in the past and I can't do anything to something that had already happened...

And I had a glimpse of that compassion I seen in your eyes...

You: My car repair shop hires all ex jailbirds because I know how difficult isit for these people to get accepted again in the society...

I learned so much of you and you of me in that few hours. Despite your ominous massive tribal tattoo at your back, there is so much gentleness when you are on top of me that I thought you might have a split personality.

The amount of humour you have is outrageous..

You: Ehh, you can give discounts to people who give you bfe? (boyfriend effect)

You: Don't laugh at people with small dicks ok.. They usually have bigger brains I tell you...
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Despite the bitterness you experienced, you have look upon them with courage and determination.

I had so much laughter in a short span of a couple of hours.
They often say laughter is the best medicine. Its through you that I realise everyone can look down on you and it dosent matter because we can't please everyone on this earth. But most important is how you yourself look upon yourself. You are the most important person that matters most... to yourself.

So, the first hug in the year 2015 you should give is yourself.

Happy New Year to all


(This will be my last entry in SBF. Will be moving to a blog. Anyone willing to help me setup a blog? Free dinner perhaps?