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Jeannie and Russian escort girls in Malaysia

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Jeannie and Russian escort girls in Malaysia

Jeannie takes a sip of water from a tulip glass, leaving a lipstick stain on its edge. ‘Unbelievable, but it’s true.’ Charles and Candy, hands entangled, appear at the side of our table. ‘Hey, sit down and talk to my friend. He’s writing a book.’

Candy looks at her Cartier watch. ‘Actually, we only have fifteen minutes more before our time’s up. But the driver says he’ll be late. Traffic’s real bad.’ Charles pulls a chair out for her and they both sit down. ‘We can talk until he arrives,’ Candy says. She raises her hand to catch a waiter’s attention, and she and Charles order fruit juice.

I dunk the bag of Darjeeling tea in the cup a few times, and ask, ‘Candy, what kind of family do you come from? Strict? Lenient?’

‘My Papa was strict. He was a restaurant owner and also its cook. He only cared about me getting good grades, and disallowed all extra-curricular activities and late nights. I hated my childhood. I was not interested in studies, and had ambitions to be a singer, actress and model.’

‘Have you ever fallen in love with a regular client?’

‘Most clients fall in love with me instead of the other way round. Somehow, they don’t realize I’m just like an actress. One man told me personal things about his family and work. Then he showed me his I.C. and asked to be friends with me. It almost made me laugh.’

‘How long have you been in this line?’

She sips her watermelon juice. ‘Three years.’

‘What’s the ideal client like for you?’

‘Someone who’s well-groomed, polite and smells good. Strictly business, doesn’t ask for my personal phone number or about my private life.’

Jeannie and Russian escort girls in Malaysia

‘And what type of clients do you dislike?’

‘I hate a man who doesn’t respect my time and rates. The kind who’ll try to bargain for a discount or persuade me to stay a little longer in his room.’

‘Do you have a boyfriend?’

‘I used to. We broke it off more than a year ago. He was a guitarist in a nightclub band. He often asked me for money. Gradually, I realized he was a liability, and I dumped him. When we were together, it affected my work. It became difficult for me as the idea of other men touching me became disgusting.’

‘Has your attitude toward men changed since becoming an escort?’

‘I’ve met countless men who are committed. At first, I considered them as weak and selfish as they cannot control their lust. Later, I realized it was because they lacked intimacy in their relationship with their wives. There are many unrealistic expectations in a marriage. So instead of getting a divorce, some choose to be unfaithful with an escort. Then there are unattractive men who’re scared of getting rejected by women. They don’t have the confidence to date beautiful women, so they book escorts.’

‘Do you plan to exit the industry?’

‘It’s not easy to. One becomes addicted to the easy money, the flexible working hours. To hold a normal job requires discipline.’

‘What are the common fetishes of clients?’ I ask.

‘There are bum-men, tits-men, legs-men and – ’

Her cell phone buzzes. She looks at the screen and answers the call curtly. ‘Okay, coming down.’ She turns to me and says, ‘Sorry, we have to leave. Our driver’s downstairs, waiting at the porch. Thanks for everything.’

Jeannie and Russian escort girls in Malaysia

She and Jeannie rise from their seats and pad away on the carpeted floor.

Thirty-eight-year-old Mazlan, an accountant, keys ‘Russian social escorts, Kuala Lumpur’ into a search engine and discovers a list of agencies. Pictures of nude girls in suggestive poses are splashed all over the websites. Their dates of arrival and departure and their vital statistics are specified. The rates are RM500 for half an hour and RM800 for a full hour. He sends a SMS to an agency to book a twenty-one-year-old, five-foot-six blonde with a figure that can stop traffic on Bukit Bintang Road. Her name is Irina. Within minutes, a reply instructs him to go to a hotel and SMS when he arrives.

In the lobby, his nerves stir and tingle, his tongue darts to lick his lips several times: he’s like a stallion during the breeding season. For the past three consecutive days, he has consumed Tongkat Ali capsules thrice a day, and this is his maiden visit to a Russian escort.

A man with jutting beetle brow and straw-coloured hair approaches him. ‘Mr Mazlan?’ he asks, his voice bloated with a foreign accent.

‘Yes, I am.’ He offers his hand, which the pimp grips like a vice for a moment.

‘I’m Nikolai.’ He wears flared pants and a long-sleeved tucker shirt with button-closure flap pockets.

His eyes give the lobby a furtive once-over like a chipmunk on the lookout for predators. ‘Please follow me.’ He strides to the lift foyer.

A lift descends, depositing a couple, and two guests enter. Mazlan steps forward but Nikolai restrains him gently with an arm across his chest. ‘Wait for an empty elevator.’

The next lift arrives and Nikolai and Mazlan enter as its only passengers.

Nikolai presses the ‘8’ button and when the lift starts moving upwards, he presses the ‘12’ button.

‘How did you know about us?’ He asks, looking down at his brown brogues.

Jeannie and Russian escort girls in Malaysia

‘Website. How many girls you have?’

‘Many. My girls the most pretty and sexy.’

The lift stops at the eighth level and the double door slides apart – Nikolai again restrains Mazlan with an arm – and then it closes. It zips up to the twelfth floor and Nikolai steps out. He leads Mazlan to a room, looks left and right, and presses the bell. The door opens and they enter. A short, wiry man closes the door behind them.

Turning to Mazlan, Nikolai kisses the bunched tips of his fingers to signify the beauty of the merchandise. Mazlan’s eyes widen and his posture stiffens. Irina, wearing a spaghetti tank top and a miniskirt, is seated at one end of a couch, one hand holding a metal knob that ornaments a brass arm. Her Estée Lauder perfume, exuding the scent of rose and jasmine, tickles his nostrils. She crosses her stretched legs at the ankles. A belt of fat bulges from her waist and her cheeks look bloated. She is ten years older than in the website’s picture and at least fifteen pounds heavier.

Nikolai sticks his hand out. ‘Eight hundred, please.’

Mazlan feels as though a porcupine has been shoved down his throat. ‘Your picture’s a fake!

‘She’s older and fatter.’

The short, wiry man folds his arms across his chest and blocks the way to the door. Nikolai says in a conciliatory tone, ‘I give you discount. Seven hundred.’

Smiling, Irina purrs, ‘Darling, I’ll give good service to you. We can do it all ways, and we can do it slowly.’ She raises one ankle and places it on top of the knee of the other leg, pointing the top knee to the side to reveal the nether region of her thigh up to the crotch of her panties. The leg-show plucks at the secret sensitive chord of Mazlan’s body.

A caterpillar of lust emerges from a cocoon inside him. ‘Don’t you have any other girls?’

‘All my other escorts working. You booked Irina, you take her. She waited for you.’

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Jeannie and Russian escort girls in Malaysia
Jeannie and Russian escort girls in Malaysia
Jeannie and Russian escort girls in Malaysia
Jeannie and Russian escort girls in Malaysia

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Smiling, Irina purrs, ‘Darling, I’ll give good service to you. We can do it all ways, and we can do it slowly.’ She raises one ankle and places it on top of the knee of the other leg, pointing the top knee to the side to reveal the nether region of her thigh up to the crotch of her panties. The leg-show plucks at the secret sensitive chord of Mazlan’s body.