Part 2 of 4: Beach Club, the "Amateur"
[tags = Hotel, LT, bars, clubs, all night, Beach Club]
Arrived just before 10pm on a Tuesday night. Place packed solid, I'm GUESSING a 40/60 M/F ratio.
As SOON as I paid my 35 ringgit, I took 1 step and KNEW I had been marked. I ignored her, made my way through the "secondary" room DIRECTLY in front of the sidewalk entrance, turned right, and headed into the main bar.
IMPORTANT NOTE: There is one of those ANNOYING 4" high steps (1) between the "secondary" and main bar rooms - just the type to cause you to trip and fall. I didn't, others did; it is DARK at that point.
Made my way to the bar, difficult to get my paid for beer. Miss Stalker right by my side, beginning her spiel. I was polite, first attempting 1 word answers, then ignoring her. She persisted, and had latched on, limpet like. I then switched to a direct "no thank you". Even that failed to totally dislodge her. Thing was, she was taking up my landing slot, and there were other potentials circling, waiting to land.
She even offered to buy me a beer, using her entrance ticket. I declined, knowing full well there is no such thing as a free beer. I did not want to owe her anything. I did not even offer to buy it from her; any savings were not worth the opening that would provide. She finally left... though she did appear an hour later, beer in hand for me. Again, I declined with a polite, but firm "no thank you".
First potential was a Viet in a VERY classy, appealing outfit. Like a lot of Viets there, she had a nice rack. Think someone must be trolling Vietnam, suggesting that the well-endowed take a shot at some real money in foreign lands... But her responses were like mine to Miss Stalker - guess it's true, what goes around, comes around - fine by me, just helped in the cull. She moved off to her own chosen target.
Like I said, the band is decent enough to listen to while [i]shopping[/i]. With the crowd, difficult to see all that is available unless you yourself move around. I checked out the veranda, patio, and secondary room. Any number were stopping by for the initial job interview, plenty of choices, but none were "Must Haves". I stopped at the "where you from?", making no inquiries about menu. As stated, the vast majority were Viet's.
Finally saw a striking little spinner with a tremendous rack, well displayed in a black dress. A slight sag evident even with the bra, but for me, that was NO downside - just proof they were real; gravity MUST have an effect on that mass. A VERY welcoming smile, very tempting. She saw my admiration, came over, and made a low key pitch. Not quite a kid in the candy store any more, but it was early, and I did want to "absorb" some more of the [i]visuals[/i] available, this my first visit. When I did not jump at her opportunity, she moved back to her original perch, but kept in eye contact. Warm in that businesslike manner...
More attempting to initiate a match, but I had no trouble passing. My eyes kept being drawn back to the mass of Miss Spinner; [i]they[/i] were large enough to have their own gravitational effect. She knew it, and always gave me a big smile when my eyes did move up to her face - a very cute one too.
I overcame my reluctance to be seen making the hotel walk of shame with someone 1/3 my age, so gave her a bigger smile, and she came over for the job interview.
My first question of "you suck?" did not get the [yes | no] answer I was expecting. "A girl cannot be expected to f*ck all the time - give HJ and f*ck." Hmmm. Well, that DID answer my question, and a number of others, rather short circuiting the interview.
Let me try a different tack... I provided my specs: LT, 2 shots tonight, a morning wake up. "Oh, that a lot of extras. You have to pay more." Damn, I must have stumbled on a budding airline executive... OK, I asked how much. Legit question, I thought. "800".
Now, if parallel universes exist, in one of them, I accepted her offer. But not in this one. In fact, I had to contain a laugh. I know a "blow off" price when I hear one, as in "if you're crazy enough to accept this, fine, I will go with you."
I'm not crazy... It's business; I made a counter-offer: "400". Now it was HER turn to laugh. In fact, it was so funny, she turned to a couple of her friends to share the joke. They all laughed at my ignorance... She was nice, but not an 800 nice... Given we were so far apart on price, conversation ended. As I no longer had [i]potential[/i], she moved away. Well, maybe she'll write :)
Continued my tour. As is usual for me, saw several leaving [i]accompanied[/i] who I had earlier turned down. They were looking mighty fine, and I was questioning my earlier decisions... BTW, I'm a big Eagles fan, as in "Now it seems to me, some fine things Have been laid upon your table But you only want the ones that you can't get..." Don't worry, I've learned to live with it.
Hour later, I pass Miss 800 again. Couldn't resist; I asked her how that 800 was working out. She didn't get my [i]shadings[/i], giving me an honest answer, "No good customers tonight." Ah, the UNIVERSAL wg lament.
CAREFULLY taking the step down into the main bar, was grabbed by a Philipina. Nice talking to someone who can put an English sentence together. She was tempting, and on another night, would have taken. But given this plethora of LBA's (large breasted Asians), I did want "one of those" (or maybe that's 2 of those) and she didn't qualify. Another older target who looked "experienced" in the good sense was blind TO me, so I moved on, not wanting to waste my time.
One of the frustrating things about the Beach Club is the layout. I had seen a very nicely endowed PRC? with a group of Chinese? guys partying in the main bar; I figured she had a done deal, so moved on. But she had noticed my [i]admiration[/i]. Much later in the evening, on the veranda, saw her again (maybe she had a done deal for an hour?), but unfortunately, Miss Stalker had made her last attempt, at the very moment Miss PRC walked past. Our eyes met, but my landing slot was occupied, so she kept going. In the minute it took to extricate myself, Miss PRC had disappeared inside, never to be seen again.
I don't know what time the Beach Club closes - the band was on it's last set. Not that I was panicking or anything, but it was one of those "time to get with the program" moments and make a decision I could accept. A curly haired Viet stopped by for her attempt at a 4th job interview. I knew the rack was via bra engineering, but she did have a cute face. I'm guessing early 20's.
As I was debating whether to start a serious job interview, spied an "older" (read late 20's) girl sitting along the outside patio wall. Better "fit" I thought, plus her rack looked legit. Our eyes would meet, we'd smile, then she'd look away. The "up to you" attitude. Command decision, I cut Miss Curly lose, wishing her good luck. As Miss Coy was not coming over, I moved over to her.
Viet. Rack legit, no bra, just a very sexy bustier that very nicely highlighted her [i]attributes[/i]. Cute face; nice package. She was complaining how she hadn't had a customer for a couple of days. Checked the menu, specified LT, no EARLY morning departure. Asked for a price quote. 500. Offered 400, accepted.
Yes, I know, I could have paid less, but that was my target price, and I'm not interested in beating someone down to the last [insert currency here]. Given Bionicman's warnings, I reiterated the spec, especially the "pay in morning". She confirmed every one. She confirmed I did have some condoms - I did - 2nd purchase on arrival.
Off we went to face the onslaught of the taxi drivers. Started at 30 (yea, right, in that parallel universe), quickly found an offer for 10 that I accepted. Given KL's preponderance of 1-way streets, the drive home was not the straight shot it would appear on the map.
She had nicely slipped on a concealing top, so there really was no walk of shame. Plus, at just past midnight, the lobby was deserted of guests, just a few counter staff. I didn't even see any security guards, but there must have been at least 1 around. But no problems in getting to the room.
In the room, nice bit of chat. She said she'd been there for the proverbial 3 weeks, but somehow I believed her. She slipped into the bathroom, reappearing in a towel. Soon after a bit of DFK, she suggested I hit the showers, I did. After I came out, she went back and grabbed her own - I do like that. She did receive 1 phone call - short, the "are you OK" check; no problem.
BBBJ, no CIM, but that was NOT a surprise; I had given the 11Bravo oral questionnaire, providing an informed decision. She provided an attempted massage - her heart was there, but the technique a bit lacking. But then again, she was not hired as a masseuse, and it did allow for [i]recovery[/i] time. DATY no problem, she did legitimately respond, but there did come a time when she said "enough", which was a bit of a turnoff. I was not particularly happy that she flushed the condom rather than just wrap and throw in trash, but hopefully the hotel has good plumbing.
But all in all, no problems with the service, and it now being close to 3am, after a long travel day, we both slept soundly.
Sometime in the morning, she did receive another phone call. I understand the "you still alive?" call, but this one went on, and on... Don't know what they were discussing, but just as I was getting irked and about ready to roll over and say something, the call ended. Back to sleep.
Sometime later, I woke up, she still sleeping soundly. I let her sleep as I had nowhere to be until another Beach Club visit that night. Sometime later, did notice it was 11am, and woke her up. I actually half-expected some problems, you know, the "it's late, I have to go" bail out. But while it did take her a bit of time to wake up (I take that as a compliment, she being comfortable enough to relax), once she did, the morning wake-up was readily given.
She showered first. While she was there, I laid the 400 next to her purse, along with 20 taxi money. I showered while she got dressed - she did have a very nice thong to go along with the bustier. When I came out of the bathroom, she asked for my permission to go... that always gives me a slight mental cringe - just not into the master thing. Nice kiss goodbye and a thank you.
Now, obviously, she's a businesswoman. But she did have that "amateur" feel, a bit uncertain, you know, the "lack of sex education" effects.
WIR: Depends.[list][*]For a short visit, no, there are so many others. But she does make a nice safety net.[*]If I was a resident, I'd be tempted to put her in a regular pitching rotation. She doesn't seem to have grown that wg shell yet, and I think with a couple of times together, she would open up, let herself go, and provide you with a GFE. Someone who would be happy to come over and give you a home cooked meal, play an evening's "house", along with the night's entertainment.[/list]
IMHO, her lack of customers has nothing to do with looks, attitude, or service (though it could be improved), but more to her "wallflower" marketing attitude.
But certainly an enjoyable evening, the sweet GFE kind.