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How to satisfy your customer in Kuala Lumpur

Chinese escort girl in Kuala Lumpur

Chinese escort girl in Kuala Lumpur

Zhao proceeds to a bus-stand shelter. She glances sideways at Jiang and asks, ‘How’s working condition there?’

Presently, they are standing under the green tempered-glass roof of the bus stand.

‘The pay is slightly higher compared to other factories. The canteen food’s subsidized, so it’s cheap to eat there.’ She looks at Zhao as if oblivious to the passing traffic while the latter is constantly looking out for her bus. ‘Last time, I discreetly packed food home, though it’s disallowed. The production manager of the first shift is fierce. But she’s given to flattery. If you know how to handle her, she’s helpful. Bonus is paid middle of the year. I hope we can be friends.’

Jiang gives Zhao Mi her telephone number. They leave on separate buses. Several days later, Zhao receives a letter stating her application is successful. She starts to phone Jiang to talk about work-related matters. Soon, they develop a friendship, and would meet in an exercise park regularly for strolls and to eat at roadside hawker stalls. A candid conversation takes place one morning during breakfast at a street stall.

‘Do you know any way for me to earn extra money?’ Zhao asks as she empties a bowl of youtiao (Chinese crullers) pieces into her fish congee.

Jiang sops a mantou (bun) in sweetened condensed milk and tears off a morsel with her teeth. ‘What do you want to do?’

‘Something that I can do on my own time.’

Her friend leans forward slightly. ‘Do you have a boyfriend?’

‘No.’ She lifts a spoonful of congee to her mouth.

Jiang’s lips twist into a rather unsightly shape. ‘Why don’t you sell your virginity?’

Zhao looks sideways at the ground. She does not reply.

‘Times are different now,’ Jiang says. ‘Many girls in the cities are no longer virgins when they marry. I can find customers for you.’ Her tone is like the exposed face of an escarpment. ‘I’ll get the highest possible price for you. But you give me forty percent commission.’

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A satisfied customer in KL

A satisfied customer in KL

Silence hangs between them for several seconds as they eat.

‘Okay, I agree.’ Zhao drags the words out with the difficulty of a criminal walking in leg shackles.

A fortnight’s time unfurls a turning point for Zhao when she receives a call from Jiang.

‘Hello, good news! I found a customer for you. Tomorrow, two o’clock, come to the Golden Summer Hotel. Once you’re in the lobby, phone me. I’ll tell you the room number.’

Next day, Zhao pops a contraceptive pill and rides a bus to her place of assignation. Her rap on the door makes it swing open and she steps in. A man is sitting at the foot of a single bed. The hair at the back of her neck prickles.

Behind her, Jiang closes the door and smiles. ‘This is Mr. Ho. He’s a nice man. Gentle and kind.’

His build reminds Zhao of a tugboat on the Pearl River. Stocky, he has heavy brows and his skin is like the skin of a plucked chicken.

Mr. Ho digs into his pocket and counts four thousand yuan. ‘Who shall I pay to?’

Jiang extends her hand and takes the cash. She turns to Zhao Mi and says: ‘I’ll wait in the restaurant on the corner of the street.’

More than an hour passes before Zhao joins Jiang at her table, who gives her the share of the receipts.

Her new-found lady pimp fiddles with a dish mat bearing a dragon motif. ‘I can get other customers for you.’

‘You mean, sell myself at a cheaper price?’

Jiang leans back and chortles. ‘No need! We’ll charge the same price by using trickery. You just pretend to be a virgin.’

‘How?’

‘Each time I get a customer for you, I’ll buy a chicken or a pigeon from the market. I’ll slaughter the animal, soak a small sponge in its blood and pass it to you. You just insert the sponge inside you before sex.’

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SPA in Kuala Lumpur

SPA in Kuala Lumpur

Zhao entertains several more clients subsequently. On one occasion, the sponge ends up deep inside her, and she has to visit a doctor to get it removed. The doctor tells her the animal blood increases the risk of getting infection as something has been added to prevent it from clotting. Though earning additional income, Zhao feels uneasy, as her customers do not use condoms. Then a friend called Siqin Lu whom she has not seen for a long time phones her, and they meet in a park.

‘I worked in a spa in Kuala Lumpur,’ Siqin says. ‘Have earned lots of money.’ The chill of the morning air envelopes her, and she zips up her sweater. ‘I’ve collected many clients’ phone numbers. I’m taking a short rest now. But I’ll renew my visa and go again. I’m going to work independently. You want to come? We can share an apartment.’ She and Zhao are strolling along a paved walkway,

‘For each client, how much do we charge?’

‘Around one hundred and fifty, Malaysian money. Almost three hundred yuan.’

They skirt several rows of elderly women doing a line dance.

‘I’ve a boyfriend in Kuala Lumpur. He’ll arrange things for me. Once we’re there, we buy new SIM cards. I’ll send text messages to my contacts and business can start. We’ll ask them to recommend other clients to us. It’ll be wonderful if you get a boyfriend there. He’ll take care of you, buy you presents, take you shopping.’ She beams and puts one hand around Zhao’s shoulders. ‘Don’t go with a worrisome heart. I’m certain you‘ll enjoy working there. Malaysian men are easy to control. If they’re rich, and they’re not stingy.’

Two months later, Zhao and Siqin fly to Kuala Lumpur. A tall man, not more than late twenties, with darkish complexion, picks them at the airport. Within a week, Zhao gets several clients, one of whom books her for two days.

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Genting Highlands freelancers in Kuala Lumpur

Genting Highlands freelancers in Kuala Lumpur

The client, a grey-haired man approaching sixty, drives her to Genting Highlands. She experiences a pulse-throbbing time in the casino with gambling chips supplied by her client, and spends an entertaining evening watching a singing performance in the theatre. When they return to the hotel room, the old man pops a Viagra, undresses her and takes off his thick spectacles. They lay on their sides, locked in each other’s arms. He kisses her cheek, he kisses her lips, he kisses her ears, and he kisses her breasts, while waiting for the drug’s reaction. Slow warmth glows through Zhao’s body, gathering in intensity in the deepest place inside her, lighting a fire.

‘It’s huge!’ she exclaims, half an hour later. ‘I’m scared. Can I switch off the table lamp? I dare not look.’

‘As you wish.’ The room becomes pitch dark. ‘Let me go niao niao (pee).’

The old man starts to cross the room. ‘Aaaargh!’ Zhao hears the sound of furniture sliding.

She switches on the bedside table lamp. Her client is grabbing his crotch. ‘Tsk! I hit the back of a chair.’

‘Your knee?’

‘No, my manhood! I think it’s broken. Argh … very painful.’

Zhao jumps to her feet and taps the ceiling-light switch, illuminating the bedroom. Her client’s limp weenie has turned purplish!

The old man begins to put on his clothes. ‘Quick, I need to get to a hospital. The injury’s serious. Wear your clothes and pack up. We’re checking out.’

The old man drives to a private hospital in Kuala Lumpur and from there, Zhao takes a taxi back. Zhao’s laughter shatters all images in my mind.

‘Where’s your friend Siqin?’

‘Gone out shopping. Will be back anytime.’

‘No clients?’

‘Her hong hong (period) has come.’

Zhao’s cell phone rings. She answers the call and rises from her chair. ‘My client is coming up. I’m afraid you’ve to leave.’

From my list of freelancers, I give the number of Rina (short for ‘Afrina’) to Leo Lee, on condition he gives a detailed field report. He agrees.

In his recollection, my buddy parks his car outside a block of apartments in Puchong, registers at the guardhouse and takes the lift to a certain apartment.

He rings the bell and a brown-skinned girl opens the door. Of height five feet three inches, she has an oval face and a short, straight nose. She wears her hair in a shaggy bob and is dressed in a halter-top that exposes her sloping shoulders and ample cleavage. They exchange formalities. Rina tells Leo she shares the apartment with a friend, who’s also a freelance sex worker.

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How to satisfy your customer in Kuala Lumpur Malaysia
How to satisfy your customer in Kuala Lumpur Malaysia
How to satisfy your customer in Kuala Lumpur Malaysia
How to satisfy your customer in Kuala Lumpur Malaysia

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Zhao entertains several more clients subsequently. On one occasion, the sponge ends up deep inside her, and she has to visit a doctor to get it removed. The doctor tells her the animal blood increases the risk of getting infection as something has been added to prevent it from clotting. Though earning additional income, Zhao feels uneasy, as her customers do not use condoms.

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