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One pearl found at Fuji Building
In Hong Kong just for three days and finally I got a precious chance for a quick escapade. After diligently RTFF, I discarded all options, except for three: 37 Dundas. 127 Woosung (K-Pressure) and 381 Lockhart (the Fuji Building).
Being as it is that this was my second time in Hong Kong in six or seven years and that I have no plans of coming back anytime in the foreseeable future, I finally chose to visit the Fuji Building. At the end of the day, I told myself, one can find brothels pretty much everywhere in the world. But something like the Fuji Building, definitely I haven't seen anywhere else.
So, around 8. 30pm I got on the train, changed over to a a bus to get across the tunnel, took a five minute walk under the light but relentless drizzle and voila, I got myself there. The building is a much better state than I had imagined. Nice entrance, relatively clean. And very packed with fellow sportsmen looking for a piece. Mostly local, but I spotted a couple or three Europeans up and down the stairs. After a few minutes, the elevator got to the ground floor. I got in (with some other 6 or 7 guys, an old lady and one sort of delivery guy carrying a TV still in its box to floor 18) and got off at the top floor to do as prescribed by the forum. Knock on each and every door without a "Busy" sign and walk down one floor at a time.
Luckily, I thought at first, the very first door I inspected (the one at the left bottom of the corridor) was free, so I knocked. Inmediately, a Chinese lady opened. Lots of make-up, push-up bra, all the usual hiding and faking that these aging Chinese girls do.
Then it happened. Three guys appear around a corner, so she grabs me by the arm and, smiling, pulls me in. I thought she wanted to avoid the guys and I wanted to ask her how much anyway, to test the waters and move on. So I get in, she closes the door and immediately goes "500" in very broken English. I politely decline and tell her maybe I come back later. Alas, maybe I hadn't RTFF enough and overlooked this "rule", or maybe it was just this one girl, but as I try to move (actually, just turn around) toward the door, she steps in and grabs my bag, pulling down to keep me there. I tell her, more firmly but still smiling, that thanks but I'm not interested and she starts to lose it. She starts to speak to me in Cantonese, jabbing her finger at at paper glued to one of the walls where it reads in Chinese (free translation)"Walking in and not doing it: 200 HKD".
Obviously I play the laowai card and pretend I don't know what she's talking about and I keep saying I'm not interested and asking her what she means. She keeps repeating something like "you unlucky, pay 200", or maybe she was saying something else. But I got the $200 part very clear. After five very long minutes of this, she dropped down to $100, and that was when I new that I'd be getting away if I kept my cool. It took almost ten more minutes of this very uncomfortable poker game until finally she gave up, let go off me and I walked without having to force my way out. She came after me outside, though, yelling in Cantonese, just as a couple of locals walked up and asked what was going on, or something like that. Luckily I look dangerous and they probably saw a chance to play the understanding guy and try to get a discount or a free look, so no one bothered me.
I keep walking down, not paying much attention anymore, passing by other mongers and mostly busy doors and I'm quite upset anyway, so I decide to stop at floor 14 for a smoke. I casually check the three doors right opposite to the elevator: left busy, center free, right busy. With a sticker on the door that reads "Morocco girl".
Oh my, oh my. Could this be possible? Did I need to come all the way to Hong Kong to have the chance to do a Moroccan girl? Many thoughts crossed my mind during the following seconds. First, it must be a fake. Just like all the doors that read "half Japanese" or "half Korean" or "new girl". If so, would it be some sort of South Asian girl trying to sound more exotic and somehow upscale? But why Morocco, of all places, to fake it? Would she really be a dusky golden beauty of dark eyes and think, long hair? And talking about hair, would she be as bushy as the mongering lore says they are? I had a conflict here, because bushes, especially thick black ones, really turn me off, while the idea of having an otherwise pretty much inaccessible girl (geographical and cultural / religious distance) really makes my blood pump faster. Finally I decided to wait and see by myself. It was a long wait, I tell you fellas. Meanwhile, a number of guys (not less than 8) knocked on the middle door and walked away after hearing that the girl there asked for $400 (how cheap this place is and how smart I was to walk away from the aging thief at the top floor!). Eventually two young fellows, students, judging by their looks, appeared and knocked on the middle door too. At first they walked away toward the stairway where I was smoking and there they counted money and debated what to do. More guys knocked and walked, which really intrigued me. Then she walked out carrying a small bag, probably trash, and I had the chance to see her. Long black hair, shy look, two fakies, but nice anyway. Bamboo-slender. A stunner! There was my plan B, if the Moroccoan girl turned out to be a disappointment!
Student A finally mustered his courage and went in, though, and I was left to chit-chat with Student B while he waited for his friend and I waited for the mysterious Casablanca chick.
After a few minutes and a couple of shared smokes, Student B asks "Are you waiting for the right door?" "Yes", I reply" "Ta feichang hao", she is very good! Oh yeah! At that point, three more guys have piled up in the already crammed space between the elevator, the doors and the starway, probably curious to know what the hell where we waiting for there. Perhaps a free something? Then the right door finally unlocks and a guy walks out, and behind him the most stunning girl I've seen in a long, long, long, very long indeed time! I immediately elbow my way in through the latecomers and practically shove her inside and lock the door in one single move.
I can't convey to you fellows how totally hot this girl is. Just please take the word of a guy who has devoted himself to this hobby for more than 20 years, in at least 30 different countries all over the world, with hundreds of women of many nationalities, abilities and prices. She is kind of similar to the girl at the middle door, but with thicker, juicier lips, bigger eyes, more pumped-up fakies (yet looking almost natural) and the most perfect round ass I have seen live in so many years I can't tell. Plus, she sports a totally shaved, meaty pubis and vulva that you just want to dive nose-in and get lost in it looking for that juciy pearl of hers.
She's doesn't look Moroccoan though, so I press her for an honest answer. She insists to be half-Pinay, half-Moroccoan, which after a while I end up buying, especially after she asks me whether I'm a Muslim. I'm not. And after she tells me that her name is Laila. An almost stereotypical Moroccoan name that I doubt she would have come up with unless she was somehow related to the country. I ask her how old she is, she of course tells me to guess. I say "You look like 19 or 20", to which she replies "22, actually". Another sign she may not be lying (unlike the Chinese girls who routinely tell you they are between 20 and 24, regardless how sagging and flappy they are).
I've seen some similarly-looking girls in Thailand. Not the Issan type, but rather the Bangkok type, which have lots of Chinese blood in them, with fairer skin and sort of mixed traits. Her English though is definitely not Thai nor from anywhere around here, so I take her word and proceed to, well, shag her.
She starts to strip me off slowly while kissing me with those incredible lips and, well, under her spell I immediately settle for $450 without the slightest hesitation. Gentlemen, I admit it: at that very moment, had she said $900 I would have taken it anyway. I'm not easy to persuade. I've turned down many very good looking girls for what most of members of my regular mongering crew back home call "peanuts" whenever her request was one cent above what I though reasonable, and I have a reputation for being a tight, impossible to move monger. I do not, I repeat, I never contribute to the inflation of prices, ever.
But this girl. This girl, in the appropriate setting, in an upscale house in any European city, or working for an escort agency in Japan, or even doing hotels right here. She would be commanding not $450 per trick, but $3, 000. For example in the city I'm from, one of the whoring capitals of Europe, where we have all sorts of places and girls to compare among.
Since minute 1 I can feel my soldiers pressing to mindlessly charge forward to their most certain death like the Polish Cavalry. She gives me a top class BBJ which I choose to watch in the mirror to the right of the narrow bed. It's like a porn movie and I get hotter and hotter watching those unbelievable lips and tongue working my cock up and down like, well, a pro. Mind over body, thinking about fat hairy chicks, remembering that embarrassing incident in high school. Nothing works and the Huns have already reached the gates of Vienna. I grab her by her wasp waist, push her up (I'm down) and shaft her like a roast chicken. I know, not the sexiest image.
I rush through as many positions I can in the shortest time possible until I make the fatal mistake of putting her on her fours and starting to pump her from behind.
Behold the most beautiful, pink, perfectly shaved, tight asshole of Creation. I must say that's my main fetiche and that one of the reasons why I don't monger much anymore around Asia is the difficulty to find working girls amenable to it (the civilians are another story. You have the time to talk them into it and I have been extremely successful at it along the years, especially in China).
I ask her whether she has ever taken it up the wrong direction lane, to which she answers no, never. I ask how much for it and she surprisingly says "ehm. I don't know. $2, 000?" I start to talk dirty to her and tell her how much she likes money and how she would do anything for it and some other nasty but playful things. So this is why it was a mistake to put her on her fours and start talking about her taking it up the ass. In the middle of one of those nasty sentences, I stick my thumb up that most beautiful hole of wonders, deep enough to feel my thumb massaging my little head and, of course, I instantly came.
Bottom line, all this happened in barely 20 minutes after I walked in. I made the weakest attempt to get a second pop ("No baby, this is my business!") , I shelled not $450, but $500, and I can say this was one of the hottest sessions I've ever had and that what would have normally felt like a total rip off and made me walk away angry and unsatisfied, actually made me float back straight to the hotel room where I sit now, despite taking me one hour of public transportation, some more rain and my last two smokes.
I'm half happy to know that it's my last night so I don't have time to repeat. Why spoil it trying to improve it?. And most importantly: how broke would I be by know if I had met her just three nights ago or if I had carried $2, 000 in my pocket this evening? I'm also half sad to kow that it's impossible to find another gem like this.
For those who read all the way down here, your reward: hurry up and flock to Fuji Building 14F A3. She did mentione she's sick of Hong Kong and thinking to make a move really soon to do hotels in Macau or even somewhere else.
Aisin Gioro
Anyone around early October to buddy up
Hi fellas,
Tall English professional man. 44, in town for a few days early October, not a noob, anyone around and want to buddy up for a few laughs with the girls and a few beers?
Let me know if interested.
Cheers
