Chapter 1: Introducing Mister K

I’m 25 and now without my favorite girlfriend/fuckbuddy. AFAICT, she got more out of our playtime than I did. Alas, Miss May got a GOOD pay raise but had to move to San Diego. I might have considered following her, but my primary income is tied to the Silicon Valley software industry.

I’ve found another source of sexual stimulation in one specific, very risqué Little Viet Nam coffee shop. Like most other Little Vietnam coffee shops, they feature multiple TVs showing sports and man-things like fishing. Other Vietnamese coffee shops feature young Vietnamese ladies wearing classy dresses. But instead, this little shop features strong coffee served by provocatively dressed young Vietnamese ladies. Blouses are tucked in unbuttoned, bras and panties are never used, and skirts are short enough that “accidental” pussy flashes are common.

From personal investigation all but one of the ladies features partly shaved pussies. Only Canh bothers to shave.

Most of the coffee shop patrons are Vietnamese. My forbearers are Germanic and Nordic, so I generally find myself the only non-Asian present. One or two other white guys will sometimes enjoy strong coffee and the risqué environment.

One fine day, while enjoying the coffee servers and an occasional pussy flash, one of the Vietnamese guys sat next to me, saying, “Read it at home,” while handing me a folded piece of paper. I put the note in a pocket, sipped my tea, and checked if the other coffee servers had recently shaved their bushes.

I waited for the loud music to come on, signaling dance time. Canh stripped completely and gyrated her slender body while standing on a chair near me. (I tended to tip her with fives and tens.) Two others also danced. One was topless, and the other was shy, leaving her blouse on but not tucked into her skirt.

I tipped Canh several times and added a $10 bill as the music ended. I got a very nice hug. I waited until she dressed. Then, I used the bathroom to drain the tea and left for home.

I read the note and thought, “That’s not a good way to get views. Oh wait, they DON’T want to get views from those who believe all sex work is evil.

The note said to use NordVPN set to Texas, then wait for the minute number to be evenly divisible by five. Then, use a browser to call a website using this IPv6 mode URL, 6 sets of numbers separated by periods. “A simple data entry form will appear. Look at the time as a 24-hour clock and the digits as a 4-digit number. Add 3355 and press Enter. Your typed number will not go away. Replace it with ‘M029’ and press Enter.”

I was welcomed to “Yellow Fever”, a site for those whose hobby is paying to fuck willing young Asian women. “Most of the women featured here are Chinese from Taiwan. In Taiwan, one Taiwanese travel agency makes it easy for sex workers who desire to visit the US and accept cash for erotic activities. We here at Yellow Fever refuse to deal with ladies tricked into coming to the US offering restaurant or childcare jobs and then forced to share their bodies as sex workers. And, as much as possible, we refuse to list anyone under 18.”

I read everything. I could get a one-hour rental for $160. Some cost $200; a few older but super sluts went for $120. All had their service menu listed. There were a few local ladies at higher prices. Special offers for “dinner and sleepover dates” started at $400 and went up to $1,000.

Yellow Fever linked to the BayAreaBook [dot com]. I followed the link to find a San Francisco Bay Area/Sacramento hooker site. It looked like a social media site with a focus on prostitution. I was interested. There were SIGs, Special Interest Groups for Guys, Gals, Location, General Gab, and, surprisingly, Spirituality. The guys called themselves hobbyists and called the ladies providers. The providers could post ads, and the hobbyists could post reviews.