My mate Rosdi told me about the spa at basement of M*** Hotel and persuaded me to give it a try. Told me the gals were dead gorgeous. Friday afternoon after a heavy meeting in the morning and an equally heavy lunch saw me in a randy mood. 2:30pm with couple of hours to kill before turning up to clock out at 5:00. Yeah, it’s on and before I knew it I was walking into the reception.

Nice lady dressed in smart western coat over a cream shirt behind the counter greeted me in an ever so sweet voice. I returned the pleasantry and was wondering how to ask the ‘question’ when she told me the menu and price. Blushing a bit I told her I’ll decide on whether to take the ‘package’ later.

Guy in equally respectable coat and tie opened a pigeon-hole safe deposit box and invited me to leave my valuables in it. My car keys and watch went in. After deliberating for a couple of seconds, the wallet joined the pile.

The usual sop; change into terry towel robe and shorts, hot dip, cold dip, hot dip, sauna, steam room …. After deciding that I have had enough of masochistic torture, went into the dimly lit lounge and sipped some foul-tasting Chinese tea. Shit, left my fags in the car, but was appeased by the ever-obliging captain aka OKT proferring an open box of dunhills. Before I finished muttering my ‘thank you’ he asked if I had any regulars.

I told him no and requested for recommendation. It’s the same everywhere : what do you like? All equally good – the reply came back. I told him I want to try something special. Had my more than fair share of PRC’s, Indons, etc. He hesitated a while and whispered he had a very nice Serani. Ahhh! My eyes lit up. That I haven’t tried, so I consented.

I was left sitting in my comfortable lounge chaise for a good 5 minutes wondering to myself if I was forgotten. OKT came up and said sorry room not ready. Not even 3:00 and there was no available room! Patronage didn’t seem especially high. Left me wondering what the fuck was happening. So waited for another 10 minutes before OKT crept up from behind and tapped me on my shoulders. I got up and followed him. He showed me into a small room which was so tiny that it would be impossible to swing a dead cat in it. It was actually much smaller than it looked if not for the illusionary mirror which lined the entire back wall giving the impression of a much bigger space. Same mirror treatment on the ceiling. Half the room was taken up by a raised platform just under a foot high and on this elevated stage was placed a mattress with its pristine white bedsheet and a solitary pillow. A folded white towel laid neatly folded at the foot of the mattress. OKT closed the door gently and left me in the room. There was no chairs so I planted myself on the mattress and waited.

Shortly the door opened and a tall dark skin gal came in. She had the most gorgeous body – long legs, small tiny waist contrasting strongly with the generous swell of her hips and heavy bosoms. She was pretty, I readily acknowledged, but Serani? Fuck, I’ve been had! She is no more Serani than I am Mat Salleh! She did have some western feature though. When she started talking in Bahasa to me it suddenly dawned on me she was Bengali-lah!

Like all the other WL’s in the joint she had on a sheerest of sarong-like wrap-around on her. Under that transparency, was a skimpy brief and a bikini-like top adorning her upper body.

Tried to make small talk to her in English but was answered back in Bahasa. Okaylah, I thought, might as well practice my rusty BM. Took off all clothes (both of us) and went into a tiny bathroom where she proceeded to lather up my groin and ass-hole. Little bro was up in anticipation of the AR!!

While she was washing herself, my hands got busy. Finally we were both done, and I was told to lay on my front on the mattress. She then proceeded to give me a ‘massage’ – which was more of a platonic back rub. I tried making small talk again and mentioned casually that a good massage was what I needed. She froze and said alarmingly that if I wanted a real massage I should be getting someone else. Realised what she meant and tried to reassure her that everything’s fine. So she just spent the next 10 minutes using my back as a washing board.

Next was told to turn over and laid on my back. She leant over and started to administer a cat bath starting from the neck, shoulders, nipples, body, da, da, da, da…. and eventually ended up with a BJ and AR which were really quite enjoyable.

When it comes to sex, I subscribe to the practice of ‘free trade’. So I got up and gave her my special tongue bath which seemed to be mutually enjoyable – for me I was certain and for her I made the assumption based on her writhing and moaning. Truth was most of these WL’s are quite talented in their thespian abilities, but who gives a fuck anyway as long as I enjoyed myself, right? My tongue decided to go south and I was mildly surprised that she was all juiced up. Hand did more roaming and stroked down her thighs but the upstroke was like rubbing against a number 5 grade sand paper!!! Holy shit, it felt like a one day chin stubble and was quite a turn off. Before I could make any comment she capped me and did her cowgirl thingy. Soon the sandpaper episode was forgotten and I was quite enjoying the show that was being played in the reflection of the mirror in the ceiling and wall. Quite a turn on, I admit.

She must have gotten a bit tired after awhile. Rolled over and assumed the missionary position. Soon lost my load and we went back to the bathroom where she washed me up real nice. Asked her whether she had been doing this long, she replied she was a student at a local university and she was doing it for easy money. At 235 a session I bet it was easy money even though a chunk of it must have gone to the management.

Before I knew it, it was all over. She said her goodbye and ‘see you again soon’ farewell, and I was back in the mini cinema. Stayed on for another half hour to watch the end of Bruce Willis’s Die Hard, then took another shower, dressed and was on my merry way back to punch out at the office.

Summary of WL:
Looks – 9/10 (Model standard-Bai standard mah
!)
Body – 6/10 (would be at least a 9 if she had lathered up and used her razor first)
AR – 7/10
FJ – 5/10
BJ – 6/10
GFE - You kidding, No such thing!!
Attitude – 5/10
Overall – 7
Damage – 235 package

Whilst watching the movie, noticed a lot more WL’s coming in to work and some of them were absolutely stunners. Given the obviously high-quality stock available, I’d rather have variety than doing a ‘return’.

P/S - Friend told me the place was raided a couple of times recently. So bros, venture out at your own risks and peril.