Chapter 60: Lessons in Competition

SO, I DIDN’T INTEND to get so carried away with this little story, but it’s important to understand that I was really cut loose on my own to figure out how to ‘interview’ the contestants. And everything I was doing was being recorded. I returned to my hotel room, locked the doors, and went into Areola for a conference.

“She’s, um ... cute,” Liz said when she viewed the footage that had been recorded.

“She was really forward in getting you to ask her out. And she seemed to have a program all set regarding what to do. Nice and safe to go to a bar just a floor above her tailor shop to meet and not reveal anything else about where she lives or really who she is,” Peninnah added.

“I don’t like her,” Artemisia said. “She’s used to running things, including all the people around her. I bet she owns that shop and farms the work out to other tailors. She certainly can’t expect you back tomorrow for a preliminary fitting if she was doing the work herself. Unless she doesn’t sleep. She had no problems accepting a date.”

“Bob, just go with it. Take Avril as your evening camerawoman. She’s really learned how to disappear and operate a drone, as well as her shoulder camera. If necessary, I can go out to pick her up if there are complications,” Doug said.

At seven o’clock, I lost track of Avril as she disappeared into the surrounding shops. She knew how to work with the look-away spell so that she was never in a likely place for people to look. The doors to the shop were locked, so I stood outside in my Italian suit and open collar. About ten minutes after the hour, Sue came to the door and locked it again behind her.

Wow!

She reached up to kiss me on the cheek and take my hand. I had to just stand and stare at her a moment.

Her daytime clothes were professional. She wore tailored slacks that emphasized her narrow waist and a crewneck blouse that just barely touched her belt. It had been loose enough that she could place my hand on her very flat stomach. She’d worn her hair in a tight knot on top of her head and had subtle makeup on.

Her evening wear and appearance were so different from the day that I almost didn’t recognize her. She wore a red off-the-shoulder sheath dress that hugged her body like a second skin. The length was just below the knee, but when she turned to show me the outfit, I realized it was slit on the left to mid-thigh. She wore high heel spikes that were reminiscent of Peninnah’s favorites.

“I knew you’d change into something nice for the evening,” she said. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, but I felt it was important to try to look as good as you would.”

“I think you exceeded that goal quite nicely.”

Her straight black hair hung loosely around her shoulders. She took my hand and led me to the escalator to the next floor where The Chase bar was located.

“This bar is a cut above the rest in the building. They frown on girls coming in to cruise, but they’ll be fine with us. Since I brought you in with me, they won’t charge an outrageous price for drinks, either. At the ‘four floors’ bars upstairs, they charge double when a guy buys a girl a drink. It’s outrageous, but that’s their cut.” We were seated and ordered martinis. They weren’t bad. I noted the bar only stocked top shelf brands.

“So, how long have you been working at Mohan’s Tailor Shop?” I asked. “You certainly know your way around a tape measure.”

“I’ve been here five years. I went to a vocational school that taught me all about tailoring and measuring. And it’s a good place to meet nice affluent gentlemen. If you were to be here around nine o’clock tonight, you’d see the clientele in the building take a definite swing down the social ladder. That’s why all the shops in the building close at seven so we can go home.”

“What do you like best about your job?” I asked.

“Meeting people. I like to meet as many men as possible,” she said. “Now tell me about what you do.”

“I run a small import/export business,” I answered. I’d been practicing this repeatedly. I knew my business. “I deal in commodities, so it’s not like I’m importing and exporting native carvings or jewelry. I trade in tankers of oil, freighters of grain, ROROs with expensive automobiles.”

“Oh, my. You must travel all over the world.”

“I’ve traveled around the world several times.”

We continued to chat and sip our drinks for nearly an hour.

“Well, Bob, I always like to have a chat with a gentleman before we move to the next level. I can usually tell when a guy is genuinely a nice guy, no matter what he wants from me. So, I’ll be up front with you. If you want the date to continue past eight o’clock, I can be yours until one a.m. for just $500 US. If we decide it will be an all-nighter, that is $800. If we decide that early, though, I’d like to go to my apartment and pick up clothes for tomorrow. I’m sure we’ll have a good time, no matter how we decide to spend the time between now and then. I have to leave in the morning by ten in order to get freshened up and back to work at eleven.”

“Five hun ... Eight ... You charge for your time and ... uh ... favors?”

“Bob, everything in Singapore comes with a price. That’s why I told you to bring cash. There are girls who will lie to you and get you to romance them and marry them, but then they will have everything you have. I decided long ago to announce my price up front and then you can leave town on your business trip and never think twice about what you’ve left behind. And don’t think that this mercenary attitude comes with a dead lay. I promise you that you will have a night like you could only expect from the most loving girlfriend,” she said.

“That ... uh ... just surprised me, is all,” I said. She’d certainly given the parameters. I gave up wondering what I should do and reached for my wallet. “I think a night with you sounds delightful.”

“Not in the bar, Bob. There is plenty of time to transfer funds when we are in private. Did you just want to head straight back to your hotel, or did you want to continue with dinner and maybe a walk along the ocean harbor while we continue to get to know each other?” she asked.

“Oh, definitely dinner and a walk. I would never suggest we do anything else on an empty stomach. Do you have a restaurant you’d suggest?” I asked.

“Oh, Bob, should it happen that you have time to meet any other girls on your stay-over, that is a question you never want to ask. There is a list of very expensive restaurants that escorts like to be taken to, but most of them don’t know how to behave in one. I do, but I’m not asking for a five star dinner. Have you had chili crab since arriving in Singapore? It’s very spicy, but a signature dish for the city. Usually, restaurants charge from $35 to $50 for it.”

“I’ve not had chili crab in many years. It sounds delightful.”

“I know an out of the way restaurant in the Geylang District. It’s not far from my apartment, so it will be easy to pick up my bag after dinner.”

We agreed and headed out for one of the best meals I’d had in a long time. The restaurant might have been out of the way—and was called simply, “No Signboard”—but the food was wonderful and the atmosphere was vibrant, both inside and outside the restaurant. I wondered that she actually lived in what was reputed to be the most popular sex tourism area of Singapore. We passed three brothels on the way to her apartment. She asked me to please wait in the lobby while she ran up to get her bag. She was down in a flash.

“I keep my bag packed in case I need it,” she smiled. “Now, how about that walk, my love.”

Her little endearments had become more intimate as the evening wore on. Knowing we had all night, we didn’t rush to my hotel, but walked along the harbor, stopping to see the lion fountain, and continuing around the Marina. It was very colorful. Sue was leaning on me more and more and I finally woke up to the fact that she was walking in those impossible high heels. I called for a cab and swept her up in my arms to meet it and get her off her feet.

“Oh, Bob, you’re so gallant.” She leaned in to kiss me for our first real kiss of the night. By the time we got to the hotel, she was practically in my lap. “This is a good hotel,” she said. “They don’t ask questions when a young lady accompanies a man to his room.”

“I just thought it looked nice and comfortable,” I said. “I hadn’t really thought about inviting a young lady to my room.”

“I should walk as far as the elevator, though,” she said as we got out of the cab. “It’s not good to raise too many eyebrows by being carried.”

“Certainly, sweetheart. Hold tightly to my arm and I’ll support you.”

“Thank you, love.”

It wasn’t long before we were at my suite and she looked around in awe. Somehow, however, I didn’t think it was the first time she’d seen a hotel room of this caliber.

And that is where the evening got very interesting. Yes, we made love, but Sue knew how to turn a man on far beyond simply getting undressed to show her exquisite body to him. She continued to talk to me as we undressed each other, caressing me in delightful ways that did not immediately focus on my cock. Of course, she got to that and gasped a little when she couldn’t fit her hand around it.

“Many Chinese girls would run when they saw this,” she said. “In fact, my mother only worked in Geylang and never slept with anyone except Chinese men. I got over that racist idea the first time I slept with an American. I am one of the few Chinese girls who would stand a chance of getting you all inside me. Would you like to try that, Bob? Would you like to see if all this wonderful cock will fit in my little Asian yinhu?”

The answer to that was obvious and before long I was stretched out on my back as Sue managed to stretch herself around my cock. She was focused, but still relaxed as she managed to get me completely in her. And incredibly tight. I was afraid we wouldn’t be able to slide at all, but she provided all the lubrication needed to make the passage easy and stimulate the maximum pleasure. And she was right about it being the best fake loving experience I’d ever had.

We did not fuck all night, but we did a lot of those little things that lovers do, like sitting with a plate of cheese and fruit between us, I had ordered from the all-night room service. We laughed and stole little kisses. We talked. And we made love.

“What do you hope for in the future?” I asked her.

“Oh, impossible dreams. I dream that Prince Charming will find me and fall in love and I can pretend to be in love for the rest of my life with a man who treats me like a princess and provides for my every need. I’d only have one man that I had to spread my legs for and I’d do it willingly for the rest of my life. It’s what I know how to do best. But I also know it won’t happen, so I’m saving every penny I can with a goal of retiring alone in five years. You’d be surprised how profitable my line of work can be. I have a good savings account.”

“Why do you think you’d have to live alone and that Prince Charming would never find you?”

“Oh, he might find me, but once he knew what I do for a living, he’d never rescue me. You know that old movie Pretty Lady? Lies. All lies. I’m so used to pretending to be in love that I don’t think I’d recognize it if I actually was. I even applied to that Bob television show, To Boldly Go. I figure that if he accepted me, I’d never want for anything again, and I would happily let him fuck me as much as he wanted. I doubt it would be that much because he’s got so many women. I’d just be one of them, taking my turn when it comes around. I suspect that’s what most of the others do. I mean, why would anyone really fall in love with him and still be willing to share him with a hundred other women in his harem? And when he found out I’m really just a whore, that would be all. Although, maybe he’d just pay me enough to make my dream of living alone securely for the rest of my life a reality.”

“That’s somehow rather sad,” I said.

“Don’t let it get you down! That’s not what this conversation or this night is for. Let me show you just what he’ll be missing.”

With that, Sue proceeded to make sure I was ready to mount her and opened her legs wide.

I paid for two more nights with Sue. I could have just left and forgot about the suit and all, but I did like her. She was a very convincing actress, though I don’t think she was used to having the same guy every night. The third night the conversation and the actions became repetitive. I recognized the exact whine she used to indicate she was coming, even when I knew she wasn’t. I had a feeling that the next guy—tomorrow?—would hear the same intimate stories and that in a week, I would not even be remembered.