Part 3 of 4: Beach Club, the "Pro"
[tags = Hotel, LT, bars, clubs, all night, Beach Club]
After the previous night's encounter, planned on heading back to the Beach Club for another [i]dip[/i]. Took the long way around from the Bukit Nanas monorail stop. Instead of heading directly to the club, turned the other way, walking away from the Concorde hotel, and looped around so I could take a look at the Petronis Towers. Given the last time I had been in KL they were under construction, I wanted to see, in person, how they turned out. Credit where credit is due: the night lighting is spectacular.
Continuing the loop, now headed up the street towards the Beach Club. On my way there, passed several other clubs, the Aloha standing out. Number of young males standing around in front (NOT appealing to me, in SO MANY different ways), along with a few young couples. No overt signs of wg's, but really couldn't see inside, unlike the Beach Club's veranda and patio. Another time, maybe worth checking out, but this being my last night in KL, I wanted to pan the mother load.
Besides, I had budgeted just enough for AN entrance fee, some reasonably priced evening's [i]entertainment[/i], with enough left over to get me out of Dodge. Yes, I could make another trip to an ATM, but it would be one of those "gotcha" withdrawals: taking the max amount to minimize the effect of the overhead fees would be too much, and taking the needed amount would really jack up the cost due to the fees. OK, not SO much, more a mental effect than anything; still... 400 sounded good to ME, anyway...
Arrived at the Beach Club just after 9pm, paid my 35 ringgits, got my receipt with the beer noted on it, and walked into the "secondary" room. Having done the land survey last night, set up an observation post at one of the "empty" windows overlooking the main bar. This OP had a view of the stage and the main bar (though mostly backs); by turning around, could keep an eye on the "secondary" room; and had an excellent view of the [i]birds'[/i] migratory flight path between the "secondary" room and the main bar. Not perfect - missing were the veranda and the patio, but they could be checked later.
What first caught my eye was the girl sitting at the next table, a "Petronis Towers" in her own right, and I'm [u]NOT[/u] talking about her [u]height[/u]. Probably the biggest [i]towers[/i] I saw in my 2 nights there. Quite the attraction. I was amazed at the bra engineering - not the usual "enhanced" look, but how it could keep [i]those[/i] contained - the load levels must be staggering. Even with a bra, there was sag, which was evidence to me they were real. She was not making any effort to move around, content to let any Mo... come to the mountain[u]S[/u]. No takers in the early hours, and I could see why. While the [u]towers[/u] were striking, the face wasn't. She did have 2 eyes, a nose, a mouth, and I will have to admit, for the first 5 minutes after I'd seen her, I could [b]NOT[/b] have vouched for that. Funny how the subtle differences in common facial features produce such differences in beauty. She certainly wasn't ugly, plain comes to mind. Eventually she moved off into the main bar.
The previous night's pull, Miss Amateur, stopped by. All class: said hi, how she'd [i]enjoyed[/i] last night (enjoyment ranging anywhere from physical to a pay day), paused for a second or two, and when an invitation to stay was not forthcoming, she moved on. Like I say, real CLASS. No clutching remora here.
Noticed 3 or 4 asian wg's setting up a watering hole in the "secondary" room - they had a whiskey bottle, glasses, and a bucket of ice. Girls would arrive, have a drink, then migrate to other parts of the club, to return later for a refill. No doubt cheaper and less hassle from management for "valuable" regulars, generating direct income to the club.
Saw Miss 800; couldn't resist asking her how that was working out. Unlike last night when she didn't understand the [i]shading[/i] of that question, tonight, she did. Got her SWEET smile, along with a "go f*ck yourself" look.
Number of other "familiar" faces, though, tonight, given their unsuccessful job interviews of last night, they did not stop, just looked to see if the landing lights were on. They weren't.
Did see one nicely endowed Cambodian get dog packed by three Indians. I, probably like her, couldn't tell if they were 1 customer with a support section, or looking for a 3-for-1 deal. She kept backing up, and they kept the same distance, literally matching her step for step. Finally, they must have understood her verbiage, as they certainly did not understand the body language, and departed.
About 10:30, there was a noticeable influx of both males and wg's. I don't know which produced the other, if at all, but the club did fill up, but never to the level of the previous night.
Besides some real beauties, also saw some [b]HARD[/b] looking cases - you know, those with the 'home-done' tattoos. A couple of others in crop tops and hot pants - unless they had a change of clothes or an abaya, they were take home only, a hotel's walk of shame would be just that.
Out on the patio, another nicely endowed Cambodian doing some marketing, offering a massage ("I have the oil in my purse") while demonstrating on my hands. Tempting, but... Just didn't have that "enough" of something to trigger the Go threshold. A previous client stopped by, politely said hello and, "as you're busy, another time". That was enough for me to make my decision; I replied, "Actually, she's not", and cut her loose. No toes stepped on. She departed for his greater potential.
Had noticed Miss Amateur sitting at the table in front of us, she turning around every once in awhile to see how my (non-existent) contract negotiations were going with Miss Cambodia (I never even asked for price). Considered pulling her again, the known good service, figuring it would get even better the 2nd time around; but on the last night just had to take the opportunity for another product sample... But where?
Then I saw her arrive. Strikingly attractive, tall. IMMEDIATELY got up from my chair, turned on the afterburner, and went into pursuit mode, giving Miss Amateur a parting smile.
Inside the "secondary" room, Miss Tall had joined the other girls at the watering hole. But I was ALREADY too late, another customer by her side, in conversation. Literally within a minute of her arrival. Seemed it was on again, off again: they'd move towards the exit, she'd balk for some reason, returning to the watering hole, he'd return, talk, and ... repeat. Several times. I figured it was just those last little contract details being worked out, but suddenly the negotiations broke off. Seeing my chance, stepped in.
She was PRC; all the girls at the watering hole were. Up close, she did have "THE" look: style all over. No walk of shame here, just heads turning with envy. You know, the "trophy wife" look. Small rack, but I was willing to overlook that, she was one of the best I'd seen. Kept the small talk to a minimum, getting quickly down to the job specs. OK with BBBJ, but no CIM; now an informed decision could be made. LT, morning wakeup... All within my parameters, so asked for a price quote.
"700". OK, better than Miss 800, but that was 1 parameter that was not being met. I declined, but at least she asked for a counter offer. That's always encouraging. However, my "400" was met with a look of "which turnip truck did this bumpkin fall off of". Then she turned around to tell her co-workers. You know it's a bad sign when they [b]ALL[/b] turn to look at you, and it's [u]NOT[/u] with envy... Fair enough. I'm reasonably certain she'd achieve closer to her price than mine, and I didn't care to wait around till closing for any fire sales. Especially as I'd set the alarm for 8am, just to give ample time for that morning wakeup before mid-morning checkout.
Caught sight of Miss Towers in the main bar - potential customer started dancing with her. She was very nicely reciprocating, and he pulled her towards the dance floor in front of the band. 10 minutes later, she returned alone - guess she wasn't there for the dancing after all, or at least the "in the club" type dancing, not until the contract was signed, anyway. Seeing an opening, I stepped in. She was Cambodian... maybe it's something in the water, or the gene pool (crass joke, given the horrors that did go on there).
Opened up with the 1st oral question, which was met by a "cut to the chase" reply: "600 all night." Well, that CERTAINLY answered the "Melons, aisle 7" price check. I did a quick time check - NO, I did NOT look at my watch. It was one of those mental ones: how long would I regret NOT seeing those [i]puppies[/i] [u]unfettered[/u]? Now, if she was just cute, it would have been a no-brainer, but, then again, I'm sure we wouldn't be having this discussion if that were the case as she'd be long gone. While the [i]towers[/i] were MASSIVE, a gravitational force of their own, they were just not enough to outweigh the plain face. That, plus the business attitude (OK, fine, I'd asked for THAT, starting negotiations without asking her to dance first...) Time check: a month, a month of regret. But I could live with that. I declined, she did NOT bother with any counter offer request, and moved off. No marketing whatsoever, just take 'EM or leave 'EM. Well, you couldn't miss THAT marketing...
Beginning to wonder if I would be going home alone, or opting for Miss Amateur's safety net. Coming towards me, an older, thin Viet (I'm guessing), but quite stylishly dressed. I was tracking her, when I suddenly felt someone FIRMLY attach themselves to my waist. Hurricane season approaching? While nice, this was actually counterproductive for her; she was so close, all I could see was the top of her head. Finally managed to rear back enough to catch the face, SLIGHTLY older, not a beauty, but nothing to be ashamed about either. Glanced further down: scoop top, cleavage showing, but knew that was mostly due to bra engineering of the usual sort. However, I was being distracted. Not by Miss Viet, but by Clinging's straddling my leg and humping... Let's see now, reasonable face, something of a rack, and GREAT marketing... Had a momentary Dubai "flashback", starting to look around for any bouncers closing in to separate us... But KL is NOT Dubai...
Miss Viet passed, eye contact, but obviously I was [i][u]occupied[/u][/i], landing slot closed, and that, now, becoming more and more by choice. She was PRC. All 3 oral questions answered in the affirmative, with a KNOWING smile (nothing shy here), rounds, morning departure, pay after... Price check request was answered with a 500. OK, that the "hopeful" price. I repeated with my "successful last night" 400, not wanting to spend a lot of time finding the price floor. Accepted, and off we went.
Outside, met by the taxi "mob". It's like a reverse auction: started at 40, quickly dropping to 30. My shortcut offer of 10 was met with an "after midnight, after midnight" chorus (later found out taxi fares go up after midnight with a 50% surcharge). OK, but it wasn't MUCH after midnight. Finally heard a "15", I replied "done", the [i]seas[/i] parted, and there the winning driver stood. As we made our way to his taxi, I'm sure he was trying to be pleasant and helpful: "You want condom?" (any number of guys with their hands out, condom box in hand). Not needed as I'd ALREADY bought (experience, here). That's fine. But his next "comment" brought me up short, "You want to share lady?" Yes, I KNOW it was meant as a joke, and I'm not into the "royalty/servants" mindset, but this struck me as "over the line". I just said, "WRONG thing to say", turned around, and walked back to the cluster. 15 ringgits isn't going to break him, but it wasn't going to be MY 15 ringgits in his pocket either. Found another 15 ringgits "mute" driver, and off we went.
Once again, the hotel's lobby was EMPTY, except for counter staff who did watch us cross to the elevators (what tales could they tell...). But no questions or ID check. Up to the room, where a MAJOR problem materialized. I had stashed a bottle of beer in the minibar just for now, but the damn room didn't have a bottle opener. Twist tops have NOT made it to KL. Back down to the lobby (alone) to find a solution. Had to go to the restaurant to open, and, on my return, a security guard materialized out of nowhere to hurry to the elevator and punch the UP button for me, a big GRIN on his face, no doubt wanting to help my return to the room as quickly as possible.
Shower for each of us, separately. As expected, the rack was there, small, but certainly not flat, more like small pears, and with some nice protuberant nipples. Started with a massage, but it was one of those that seemed to go on for 'too' long. I was beginning to wonder if there would be problems, or at least had there been a communications breakdown - the massage was supposed to be BETWEEN round[b]s[/b]. It was certainly OBVIOUS she had my FULL [i]attention[/i]...
Via small talk, she had been on the asian [i]circuit[/i]: Macau, Hong Kong, Singapore, now KL... I don't know if that's a continuous circle, or once/twice a year. So, a pro.
But a pro does have certain advantages. She slowly began to concentrate her [i]attentions[/i] on a single area, and she KNEW how to please. One of the best bbbj's I've had (won't use the superlative "ever", but certainly in the last couple of months). What I really liked was it was not just the oral skills (considerable), she know all about body contact, pulling one of my legs over her to maximize the skin to skin contact, hands busy in all sorts of places. Bit of breast stimulation, using what she had to full effect. Delivered the CIM, no problem, staying with me to the last drop, and then some.
Massage passable, if fairly short. But that was more due to me. Like I say, she knew her job, and the recycle time was minimal. Nice DATY, none of the previous night's turn off of "That's enough". Won't say she truly orgasmed, but she was certainly naturally lubed.
Finished, each took the goodnight shower, and off to sleep.
Alarm at 8am. However, she did not seem to be getting the message... One of those slow risers, I guess. Me, I don't have THAT problem in the morning, if you know what I mean, especially if there's a very stimulating lady next to me. Several snooze button pushes later, she was still 'not awake'. Took a bit to rouse her, then... she was off to the bathroom (OK, [b]I[/b] understood that), then returned, grabbed her toothbrush, and back to the bathroom. Danger Will Robinson alarms started to go off. I was bracing myself for a "You have to go, I have to go, bye" mornings, which would have been a REAL disappointment, given the [i]charms[/i] of the night before. When she reappeared, she put her toothbrush away, then stood at the foot of the bed. Seems she had slipped her panties back on the night before. OK, why delay? Let's cut to the chase. "You can suck one more time?" I only hoped that there was not too much of a begging tone in my voice... No problem - she was just waiting to see what the customer preferred... The FS was good, but the oral HEAD and shoulders above that...
While she was in the shower, I tucked the 400, + 50 tip, under her purse. Unlike Miss Amateur who had just taken the money and put in her purse, Miss Pro did count, and when she got to 9, she got a big smile on her face. I HAD enjoyed the evening, and given I was leaving in the next hour, an extra 50 wasn't going to do ME that much good. Sorry hotel staff; the room was nicely made up, but she had MADE me.
She actually didn't leave until I did, riding down in the elevator together. As I crossed the lobby to the cashier, she disappeared out the door. Even though it only took 2 minutes to check out ("Anything from the minibar?" "No."), when I got to the street, she had disappeared. Either a fast walker, or a waiting taxi...
Certainly, a pro. Not the full GFE feel of Miss Amateur, but a lot closer to that end of the scale than the business end. She knew what she was there for, she had the skill set, and she made it FUN. Another one, where, if I was a resident, I'd have in my mobile.
