Asian Exposures & Comparisons: Short Stories South Korea & Sabah, Malaysia
Behind the Glittering Lights of Bordellos and Brothels
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Part One - Chapter 1: Malaysia Sabah
One evening in Kota Kinabalu, the capital of Sabah, Malaysia and working on an audiovisual for the new Sabah Museum with Len, a native Kadazan from Tambunan valley, we went out for dinner. It was lively, many people dining out and I mean out in the open, tables and chairs on the pave walk. Close by people were lining up for the cinema where the movie ‘Escape from New York’ was drawing a huge crowd.
“Would you like to have a treat?” Len smiled.
“What do you have in mind,” I asked wondering what he meant.
In the beauty salons here you can be treated well, not just a haircut but you can have your ears cleaned out and have a shoulder massage at the same time while a drink is served. I am in for that now, you?”
“It would be something else, so I will follow you,” I smiled.
We walked to the main road and crossed it. Close to the base of large hill behind them were shops, hotels and ordinary houses some a few stories high. Len pointed towards beauty salon and said:
“If I am not mistaken this is one of them, I was here before.”
He paced forward to enter the stairs leading up to the salon. With anticipation I was right behind him. As soon as we entered we were attacked by five good looking women, who one by one, enquired or suggested treatment of what we would like. Len liked to come across as a man who knows what he wants and a man who is in command:
“Hhhhhhmmmmmm,” he said, “my friend here likes to have his ears in cleaned and so do I. Also a fine back massage would not harm him, don’t you think?”
“And you, you yourself, what do you feel like,” said a somewhat older woman, though not much older than thirty and apparently the owner or manager.
“Similar as to what you can offer my friend here,” he answered her now with a smile from ear to ear. The woman snapped her fingers and two girls of her choice planted us in barber chairs. Full of smiles they began their work using cotton sticks and very gently moved the sticks in our ears. Triumphantly they showed at times what they had been able to wrestle out of them. When they had finished they bared our shoulders and enthusiastically began to massage our shoulders, using some fine oils to slide over the skin smoothly. The lady manager was preparing some fruit drinks when the girl doing me whispered a few words close to my ear, close so no one else could hear. At first I thought I heard it wrong but when she repeated the words, I could not believe what she had just said and talked to Len about that for verification.
“What does she mean, Len, does she really mean what I think she said?”
“I am quite sure she does Frans. I believe there are some cubicles hemmed in with curtains in the back there. You can see them from here.”
“She offered to massage me privately there and full body. I am sure the sounds alone could make not just me but anyone feel uncomfortable. Are you both joking?”
“Nothing of the sort Frans, I am not saying I will go as far as what they offer, but would like to check out what is going on in there,” he said in English. Because they did not speak English very well, girls spoke in Malay amongst each other, so it was only a few words they could catch.
“For this type of massage I suppose we will have to pay extra?” I asked.
“I am pretty sure about that,” Len replied.
“I have no money for this Len, even if I wanted to, so you can check them out all by yourself all right?”
The girls kept on massaging and in the mirror in front of us I saw them waiting patiently for the result of our deliberations.
“I will pay for it man, it will not be expensive anyway,” he said, then turning towards the girl who was taking care of him, in Malay, asked her about the price.
“Dua puluh ringgit,” she said, her face in a blush.
“Twenty Malay dollars man, so forty for both of us. We can do that and see what happens, all right?’
I felt a strange feeling going through me, a shiver. This was rather a peculiar situation and I was not prepared at all, in fact I felt rather overwhelmed, not quite in charge of things. Yet curious too I allowed myself to drift and move with the flow. The manager smiled when she saw Len nodding as a sign he agreed. The girls became active in a different way when the manager approached again and said:
“You may choose any of the girls now to give you a private body massage.”
The girls turned the barber chair around, slowly revolving it, so we could see all five of them. Covered in smiles and all rather attractive in their own way I thought it would not matter which one I would choose and settled immediately for the one who had cleaned my ears and done the backrub. As a sign that all was well between us in relation to her expectations, I winked at her. Because I did not know what to expect from with a stranger, I was sure not to go any further than a massage. Len, while talking about the preliminaries asked the manager straightforwardly, like he was having normal conversation with her:
“The massage could lead to something more intimate; I think you supply condoms?”
The manager signaled one of the girls to get them from a cupboard. There, giggling at us, she took a few out a box and asked aloud:
“How many do you need?”
“You are funny,” Len replied, “the whole box of course!”
Though we all laughed about this joke, I felt a little uneasy for things were taking a turn that I did not really want. I did not know the girl and I did not just feel like using any of them just for sex. Because I had no intention of doing anything I said:
“It is better to have them around just in case. I will go for the massage though. That in itself is good enough for me.”
It dawned on me the atmosphere was quite unique but also rather strange. There were no other customers, just Len and I and though the girls tried to make us feel at ease as much as possible, I felt out of place. They were eager to get us, that was sure and the salon as it felt quite homely, made us feel very conducive, almost familiar. The girl with me was both shy in one way but open and straight forward in another. She had a slender frame and fine facial features. Suddenly Len asked:
“Is there a Kadazan girl here?”
Though originally Kadazan land, because of nearby Penumpang, KK is populated by all kind of peoples; native coastal Malay, Chinese, Indians, Filipino Muslim refugees from the Sulu archipelago and Mindanao plus low cost Indonesian laborers. The Indigenous Peoples living inland also would try their chances in the city and Len wondered if some of the women would participate in the kind of trade we were offered.
“I am half Chinese, half Kadazan,” said the girl who served me. Len looked at her from top to toe. He smiled and said”
“Do you feel like serving me? Or would you like to treat my friend here?”
She giggled, but immediately afterwards, due to the menacing looks she received from her colleagues, she quickly kept quiet. Len saw that and did not like how the girl was treated. I wondered if there was a kind of hierarchy among them when Len quipped:
“What is this? Is she not allowed to be with us when we choose her?” he said showing irritation. I knew he played that out.
“No, no, no,” the manager rapidly answered him. “If you want, you can have her massaging you”, she answered looking at the girls in a way that she was sure to keep them in line. Obviously Len was a wanted man by all of them.
“Okay,” he laughed as he made his played irritation disappear as fast as it he had brought it on. I did not say a thing but looked on realizing I liked the looks of the girl with me and the way she carried herself. Silence followed then where all were waiting for our choice to be made. It was broken by Len:
“You know Frans,” he smiled, “it will not be very easy to find a Kadazan girl available for you. So, perhaps you should take your chance?”
“All right, Len,” I replied, “she looks like a fine woman, I suppose there is nothing wrong with a massage from her.”
The girl smiled and so did Len who ended the suspense which had emerged from his stalling for time by simply saying he would settle for the girl with him. This was the sign for the Kadazan/Chinese girl to ask me to follow her. She opened the curtain of one of four cubicles in the back of the salon and showed me the massage table/bed which had towels and massage oils around it on removable shelves.
“Now we are alone,” she whispered, “I will give you a fine massage, you just relax now please. May I call you Frans?” she asked, “I am Maria.”
“Hello Maria,” I smiled while hearing Len and the other girl settling in the cubicle next to ours. Because every word could be heard I whispered rather spoke:
“Are you working here?”
“No, no, no, this is a sideline. I do it a few days a week; normally I work in a restaurant and do beer promotions there.”
“Oh yes, I have seen some girls doing that,” I said.
“Since they were suggesting this when they talking about condoms, do you have to go all the way with clients Maria,” I asked, “I would like to know!”
“No, no, that is not required, but only when the girl wants. Some do it all the time for the money. I do not for there are not that many men I like to be that close with. I like you Frans. I am glad you choose me. Now relax and let me do my work, you just feel and relax!” she whispered and produced a golden smile, one I remember, if only due to the subdued light in the cubicle.
“I like you as well Maria. Perhaps it would be good if we try to get to know each other better?”
“I like that, but I work a lot Frans. My family needs it. My father is ill and cannot work,” she replied and started to work on my back. Until she had finished my back there were no more words spoken. In jest she commanded me with to turn around accompanied by another luscious smile. We now faced each other and as she looked at me briefly too she fell shy again. Not looking anymore she tenderly touched my chest, covered it in eucalyptus oil to move on me there first, smiling all the time. Well proportioned she was and now with her lending over me I wondered what she looked like underneath her uniform. Before I knew it, I had I mentioned that to her, but in joking manner. She thought for a moment, and then looked away and without saying a word she took off her uniform. I gasped. Underneath she wore a blouse and a skirt accentuating her form more.
“You really want to?” she asked as she shivered.
Trying to compose myself for this slip of my tongue I said:
“I cannot deny that Maria, but you do not need to oblige at all, that remark flipped out of me before I could correct myself.”
“I feel the same,” she simply answered, “I can see you now, undressed. I do not mind for you to see me.”
She took off her blouse and her bra appeared, then her skirt came off. Now clad in just a panty and her bra, in matching pale blue colors, she stood before me. She lent over and whispered:
“Would you like me to give you a body massage Frans?”
“You are too gentle and lovely to say no to that,” I answered, “but do know Maria I am not just after sex. I enjoy you and your body, you are looking magnificent, but this is not just about sex, all right?”
“Of course Frans, I would not do that if I would not feel like it, you know!” she answered like she was feeling I had misunderstood her advances.
“Then it is all fine,” I agreed with her and from then on there was silence again and enjoyment as she took off her bra and her panty slowly and rubbed some oil on her body too before she came to lie on top of me. So close she was now and as if I did not feel wonderful already she rhythmically began to move over me. I thought I was dreaming and desperately felt that this was too good to be true. But, when I heard similar sounds, subdued of course coming form the other cubicle and sounds from the salon where apparently other customers had arrived, I knew it was all reality. Maria’s face flushed this time from excitement as she moved her breasts over my chest, her nipples erect I sensed they perked and scraped over my skin. We smiled and as she could look me in the eyes without shying away this time we hardly realized we were suddenly kissing. Our lips in finding each other melted together seamlessly, like they were becoming one. My passion was born and I felt I was erecting. This did not happen go unnoticed as Maria reacted with a smile and a sigh and heaven sent looked into my eyes deeply. Her scent was attracting me and I knew I could no longer withstand her tacit pull. It was like I was under her spell. Yet, with he last bit of my mental strength I smiled at her and said:
“That is a lovely massage Maria, but condoms or not we are just getting to know each other. Let’s feel good without actually going al the way?”
She smiled her smile, but said nothing, looked at me and kept moving, so gently she did this that my shaft imperceptibly was sliding into her temple, warm and moist now.
“Uushhh,” I whispered with restraint, “Maria, dear, this is as far as we go,” and I wrestled myself out from under her. That in itself was not difficult for due to the oil and sweat she could not stop me. Slightly frightened a face for she must have felt she was displeasing me she whispered:
“Don’t you like me Frans?”
This remark broke the spell as it must have been obvious to her that I did not want to take advantage of her to. I was certain now it could go all the way and we had arrived already. So, I said very gently while taking and holding her in my arms as we sat up:
“I like you a lot dear Maria, but I do not want to express that in sex only. When you are free we will get together? We will talk and then come what may, now in this salon it feels like I am the client of a prostitute. I do not want that.”
She looked at me a little depressed but then smiled when she heard I wanted to see her but as a woman and because she wanted it really too and responded:
“Oh good, very nice, then I will know all about you and you about me?”
“That is the idea Maria. Don’t worry we can be intimate too, but here we are strangers and I do not like to buy with the intention of sex, just sex. I do not want that with you!”
“Ohhh,” she exclaimed, “do you really mean that?” she asked in whisper for the exclamation was like a shout and must have been heard by all in the salon. She kissed me, snuggled up on me and asked:
“When?”
“When are you free?”
“I am free tomorrow evening, no work then.”
“I should be here still, so let’s go have something to eat at around 7 pm and then see a film of your choice, how is that?”
“Wonderful,” she said and kissed me with pointed lips and a big smile.
“Come let me help you get dressed,” I smiled and handed her her panty and bra. She slowly took those from me holding one hand before her mouth now showing she was shy once more. I put on my shirt while she wriggled her fine body in her clothing again. Moments later we reappeared to sit down to wait for Len where we were looked upon by the other girls and customers. I was surprised not to see question marks on their faces or to hear funny remarks. They knew, or at least they thought they did we did it and were happy enough. We did not have to wait long for Len and his girl to come out. Len paid the dues and we both kissed the girls in goodbye. Maria winked at me and gestured to make sure to keep my word, I winked in return but she came after me and walking me towards the doo said:
“Where shall we meet then?”
“Wherever you want Maria, I suggest it will not be here?”
In the lobby of the Shangri-La Hotel just a little up the road, do not forget,” she said.
With an amazed Len looking on I said:
“Oh no, don’t you worry now.”
Outside Len asked me to tell the story. I did, but in a matter of fact fashion.
“That is odd,” he remarked, “I had similar feelings. I could not get rid of the idea that the girl, no matter how nice she was to me, does this with other men too. She said she did not, but who knows? Perhaps because they were both eager to be with us that way that I could not get rid of that thought. So, you also suggested meeting outside this salon?”
“Yes, indeed Len, she had a kind of innocence about her. I know it is hard to believe when she took of her clothes and excitedly body massaged me. Yet she still had that innocence. It did not feel at all like she was serving me professionally. Well, the massage was, but not her!”
“Yeahhh,” he agreed with an understanding smile, “the contrast we are going to experience now could not be greater. Frans we will be staying in the Sacred heart Cathedral. We will spend the night, man! We are going to behave there!” he laughed. The Sacred Heart was indeed a big change from where we had been. Though it was a beauty salon which operated as such, it was one with a difference. It was a bordello too of course but the beauty parlor did not quite operate as a front; the ‘other’ services were more like an ‘extra and I was impressed about how ‘normal’ it was that these services were made available.
“I am overwhelmed man,” I said to Len, ‘by the beauty salon and the girl. In fact I would like to see her again.”
“Then do just that, why not! She seemed to be a girl who knows what she is doing.”
At the cathedral we were welcomed by the Dutch Father, who was eager to know what we intended to produce for the museum. He was an interesting and open minded man, quite willing to talk about missionary work and the drive behind it. He was running a monthly magazine in which he liked to have some critical articles too and asked us if we could produce at least one. I was thinking of a comparison on contemporary flesh workers with Maria Magdalena and the church but realized it was too early to share that thought with him; we should know each other better so an article on that subject matter was to be read in perspective We showed him the shots of the Indigenous Peoples we working on for the audiovisual and suggested an article to him on the impact of modern life on indigenous values and accompanying conduct. The priest was very tired but eager to talk still and I discovered that he had quite an interesting tic; he fell off to sleep listening then a minute or so later would open his eyes to talk for a few minutes before dropping off again. He was very hospitable though and both mentally and physically accommodating, meaning that we were allocated a good place to sleep. Len and I did our job during the day, a job that involved planning and shooting indigenous life of the tribes of Sabah. So, quite busy we were like from flying around with the flying doctor service to remote areas of the Runggus People, going by the small train service south to Keningau and Tenom to see the Murut or by car or bus to Kadazan Dusun and Bajau tribes. The next day, after the work and dinner we left the priest and his magazine to find the woman who promised to be free and headed the Shangri. Though it was only me who had an appointment, with Maria he wanted to be sure she was there, Len accompanied me. In case she was not we would go and discover some other nightlife in the inner city, but if she was there he would go and see some of friends. When we entered the lobby of the Shangri La we did not see her right away, but saw a group of about five women sitting together and chatting without paying attention to us. As walked on we did not see anyone remotely resembling Maria:
“She did not turn up Frans. We are five minutes late, so let’s give it a quarter of an hour and then we’ll go. I do not like to see you being stood up,” he explained.
There was couch free not too far from the five girls and as we sat down there the ladies, in evening gowns on, one after the other turned towards and sized us up. We ordered a beer and when it arrived, we paid their respects on equal terms. I thought I recognized one of them but was not very sure until she smiled, so no, though she looked similar it was not Maria. Then out of nowhere and the nowhere apparently appeared to be the ladies room, Maria walked. She stopped right in front of the seated ladies and looked around. Very elegantly dressed, like a lady, she stood commanding attention. When she saw us she winked and with the five ladies watching her now too moves her index finger to show I had to come to her. I smiled. Len reacted instantly saying:
“I better go; we will meet at the house around midnight?”
Before I could answer him he was already on his way but in passing the women he stopped by Maria.. As she talked to him she pointed to the five women and when I came to them it was clear what she meant. Maria looked straight at me then quite suddenly and said:
“Don’t let Len leave Frans. The girls came with me to keep us accompany. Len can choose whom he likes to be with. So he must stay,” she said with conviction. I smiled but was surprised to see Len backing out, so I took him aside to talk to him.
“I do not like to be thrown at women,” he began, “this girl of yours directs everything. They are nice girls perhaps but she is telling me I MUST come along.”
“Hhmm, may be a misunderstanding. Let’s see if I can straighten this out all right?” I said, “just come along and let’s have some fun., who knows what happens, perhaps she meant well and did not like to see you being left out and alone?”
“Could be,” he said, “but the way she commanded I do not like!”
“Right, I understand, perhaps she meant for you to have fun, let’s see what transpires?”
Reluctantly and duly alert now Len came to meet the other women and Maria not only introduced us to them but also ordered drinks so I said to her teasingly:
“You seem to be a rich woman Maria, capable of paying for eight people?”
Len understood I was trying to put her on the spot so she could not put us in a position they could have a free hand to our wallets. He smiled, whereupon Maria replied:
“This is a day to celebrate Frans; I do not want to think of money now. Sit with us, please?”
Her voice now less commanding Len moved to sit in between the five, Maria and I on the side. Maria explained who was who, what relation she had with any of the women and what tribe they were.
“Well, you have been able to representatives of practically every tribe of Sabah, so Kota Kinabalu, KK, is a hotchpotch, a melting pot where all peoples come together?”
“Yes that’s it Frans,” Magda a robust girl next to me said, “as a Kadazan I am quite used to KK but have my roots in Penumpang. But then Arina here,” she said and pointed to the girl next to her and Len, “is a Murut and they live far from here.”
“We are planning to go to Tenom soon,” said Len to her chipping into the conversation which was becoming lively and was involving everyone. Although it was too early to tell Arina I thought was his choice, a slender well proportioned woman with an eager face for a laugh. We talked for about half an hour and Maria wisely did not intervene much but focused on me yet keeping an eye on what the others were doing. When we finished our drinks it was obvious Len wanted to be with Arina, but I noticed he found this difficult to express to her. After all he had to reject four other women and was thinking of a way to do this gently. I looked at Maria who was now planning an exit so we could be together and asked her how Len could leave the other four out gracefully. Now with a tone of voice that was not just friendly but understanding she said enthusiastically:
I brought you all here for you wanted to see them both, right? There is only one who can go with Len and us. So, as I said before to you before coming here; do not get upset when Len does not choose you. He cannot handle five women, you know, and I wonder why you asked so many,” I said as she laughed about her own practical joke wholeheartedly. The girls had been through this before with Maria and so knew all about what was expected of them. Maria now just thought it would be easier for Len to unfold his woman of choice for the evening. Now that he felt free to choose without disappointing the others he kept us in suspense for a moment by acting like he did not know yet. He looked at all of them, blew them a hand kiss, then suddenly stopped at Arina and said:
“I like you to be with me this evening Arina!”
As led read consent her eyes Arina did not need to say yes. The other girls instantly grouped together and warmly bid us goodbye. There was nothing on their faces indicating they were unhappy. Maria smiled at them. We all smiled at each other for a moment before the girls left the lobby. Once outside one by one they still threw a hand in goodbye and moved out of sight. They were impeccable girls, educated, well dressed, fun and good to talk with too, so it was therefore rather odd that Maria, the girl of the beauty parlor, more or less had been the organizer of this girl event and the other girls just seemed to have followed suit. I was wondering if Maria was hiding something from me, but when I said that she just laughed:
“No, we talking about you two and my friends wanted to see you and Len. I am afraid we may have raved too much about you two but they thought we were just telling stories. They wanted to see or themselves, right Arina?” she asked.
True enough to her word Arina nodded and smiled to show she agreed with Maria.
“So none of you felt bad or feels like having been set up by Maria?” I asked Arina perhaps superfluously.
“Noooo,” she laughed.
Shortly afterwards we left too and now with a happy Len with the girl of his choice, happier for his choice had not led to unwanted trouble.
“Where do we go,” I asked aloud and to no one especially. We looked at each other and I. I noticed the three of them were reluctant to do so.
“What is it Len, let’s drink a beer somewhere outside?”
“Nooo, I know something” he said, the girls nodded.
“You go first then,” I agreed.
“I am not sure, but I know a cheap hotel where we can have a room for a couple of hours. I am afraid it is one I wanted to show you, Frans, a kind of KK brothel type. It could be fun though.”
“I know a place too but not that seedy, not too expensive either,” Maria said quite excitedly as she put her arm in mine, “I have been there with a friend just to see and I can pay for it. Yes a place like that would be fun Len,” she smiled.
“Ahhhh, I do not want a place where professionals work, we are not professionals. We do it because we like each other and the money is not important,” Arina said.
“Have you set this up Maria with all that in mind,” I asked.
“We are young but not green and I am old enough too,” Maria giggled, “come now Frans let’s have fun because we like each other indeed?” she askd and squeezed my arm.
“Are you thinking the same Arina,” Len asked in turn.
“Oh yes,” she replied and smiled quite openly.
“Okay Maria,” I replied as we walked towards a open air restaurants with lots of people where eating and drinking out side. The atmosphere was rather cozy and the somewhat cooler evening air was saturated with scents of herbs used for cooking as well as the cooking odors themselves, “now tell me dear,” I went on, “you work in that beauty parlor and go with men.”
“Noooo,” she interrupted. “I only do that with a man I like; the job in the parlor no one asks me to pay for sex. There are some professional girls yes and the facilities are there, but I only work there for a short while. I am studying and wanted to taste what it is like. No, I am no whore, but a woman who likes to experience things. I did it only once, right?” she asked Arina.
Arina nodded looking cheeky saying:
“I know a fine place. I work sometimes in the office of my uncle, I have the keys the office has couches. How bout that? It will cost nothing and we can buy a few beers so it will be cheaper too, right?”
“Not that is an idea,” Len answered enthusiastically knowing that our money was tight anyway. Indeed quite an idea in more aspect than one and I thought Len and I could check out the hotel bordellos later anyway. So with all agreeing now and with Arina announcing that the office was in walking distance we went to a night shop to buy us a few big beers.
“There it is and I have the keys you know,” she smiled, “we have to clean things up though or my uncle will think I am using it for other purposes than work. I am sure he would not like that,” she laughed.
She unlocked the room using the key and moments later we entered a reception room which was adjacent to offices where a few couches were neatly laid out. Arina who knew the place well went over to the bar in the corner to get some ice and discovered that there were many more alcoholic drinks stored there.
“This is not for us,” she smiled as she showed us a bottle of Courvoisier, a French cognac that was heavily promoted in Malaysia these days as a luxury drink. I could not agree with Arina more but I think for different reasons.
“It is fashionable to drink French cognac nowadays right?” I remarked. The girls nodded, “but then to drink cognac with ice cubes like you would drink whisky is alien to me girls, it would kill the aroma of the golden fluid.”
“How do the French drink it then?” Arina asked while Len looked on opening a bottle of Carlsberg beer.
“It is poured into a balloon shaped glass and before you drink it, you wiggle the fluid a little and smell, pungent vapors, of the cognac from the glass first, and it should be at room temperature. Then you take a sip to roll the cognac roll on your tongue, to savor it. It is the smell and the taste that makes very old cognacs so special. The way I see it drunk here, with ice and even diluted with coke, desecrates it. In any case it looks like it is not appreciated for what it is,” I explained
“Ohhh, and the people spend so much money on it and open these bottles only at very special occasions,” Maria remarked as Len joined her and myself on the nearest couch, which had enough room for Arina too.
“I think it is to just show off and of course it may still be a good taste to many, but I think it is the pride with which it is served that does it,” I said. Arina, after putting back the bottle of cognac, returned with ice. Maria said:
“This is a very nice place but I think we need some privacy too,” she smiled as she laid an arm around my waist. With pricked up eyes she looked at Arina liked she ordered. Arina on hearing what Maria said and especially how she had said it, answered:
“Oh that is no problem, we can use a desk can’t we? You two can go to the office next door or we can move, it is up to you!”
Arina and Len and Maria and I looked at each other. Len and I got excited by that straightforward proposition but I felt that things were moving fast, too fast perhaps so I said to Len:
“Let’s finish that bottle first man and perhaps I should open another so we can talk a little, get to know each other okay?”
“Right,” he agreed immediately, but this was not to Maria’s liking for she suddenly embraced me right in front of Len and Arina. I do not know if Len got inspired by that Maria’s sudden move but from the corner of my eye I saw it did not take them long to follow in Maria’s slipstream. There was no other sound now but the soft sounds of lips moving and the sound of clothes being touched. Maria’s passion was unleashed and in body and soul I felt her breasts moving over my chest without hesitation. My hand went to her buttocks like it was moving all by itself and squeezed her flesh. There was no doubt in my mind she was lovely, but to do this in public? Wrapped up together Len and Arina could still be looking. I took the chance to see what they were doing, but could only establish they had no interest in us whatsoever. They were entangled in similar fashion and I wondered if all had been arranged by Maria. Imagining what would happen next I felt the urge to move with Maria perhaps even take over. But, I could not see us rolling on the couches or the floor stark naked and physically connected while moaning and sighing. My considerations were of no value because overtaken by passion I sighed out loud:
“Uusshhhh.”
Holding her tight I moved and whispered:
“Let’s go to the other office and use the desk darling as Arina suggested. I do not feel like making a spectacle out of us. Do you?”
“Hhhhmmmmm, mmmmmmm, all fine to me,“ she sighed. We got up and asked Arina where to go. Already her blouse partially unbuttoned and her black bra out Arina she looked quite aroused. Len’s shirt was open too and though dazed due to the disturbance he patiently waited for Arina to answer.
“Just go to the next room, take the blanket on the floor behind the couch if you want to use the floor,” she said as Len’s lips jumped her face again. I looked behind the other couch, took the blanket, a bottle of Carlsberg and Maria’s hand and walked to the door with her. Inside the office I switched the light as Maria heaved and flowed into my arms.
“Wait,” I smiled and kissed her face, “on the floor or the desk,” I asked standing beside her with the blanket in my hands.
“Floor,” she whispered. I dropped the blanket, started to unbutton blouse then slipped a hand under her gown. Hastily she did the same to me as I stroked her breasts and kissed her. Finished undressing she suddenly threw her blouse away and unfastened her dark Bordeaux red bra. I buried my face in her breasts as she sighed ecstatically, her hand now moved to my legs freely while I squeezed her bottom with one hand and slipped the other into her panty. In delight we kissed feverishly. Our passion mounting fast Maria moaned out loud as I whispered:
“Oh Maria.”
Encompassed her vulva and squeezing it, I slid my face over hers to meet her lips and make them merge with hers. She unzipped my jeans and now whispered too:
“Frans take it all off baby!!!”
“Uusshhhh,” I reacted but could answer her as I held her moist and pulsating womanhood and one of her breasts. Then when she moved and her nipples struck my skin, she cried out:
“Oh baby,”
I moaned and I slipped a finger in her moist vagina to massage her inside. She disengaged, took off her skirt, looked like a caged animal to be set free, extremely aroused, as I followed her bold move and did the same. Now only with underpants and panty on I took her into my arms to hold her and heaved her left leg high to drape it around my waist. Touched by her warm flesh my manhood, fully aroused now, our passion irrevocably went out of control. There was no way back now and I realized that. But still it shot through me that to protect ourselves, precaution was needed. So firmly engrossed physically, erect flesh, I disengaged from her lips and looked at her:
“Let’s be careful,” I whispered. She looked with eyes oozing excitement and delight and in turn whispered back:
“Oh yes, we must be careful.”
But her feelings surged and she went right out of control. She hungrily sucked my face directed her body with her vagina and struck my shaft. Under her spell caved in to her and enveloped her with gentle force. Idiotic thought emerged but I carried it through and so in a swift move of my right wrist ripped off her panty and whispered but with my left hand holding her back:
“We must have a condom Maria. To be one, to have you completely, we must have a condom. So, stupid of me not to prepare,” I mumbled.
Her face red with passion she suddenly laughed nervously and hissed
“I have prepared.”
“Ohhhh, you did?”
She nodded as we trembled and she quickly tripped towards her bag on the couch, giving me the opportunity to watch her move her well proportioned body, but unwittingly for she did not see me standing there, mesmerized. Nervously looking for the condoms she turned the bag around and its contents fell on the couch. She grabbed the packet she and ran back to me so very feminine. Modestly I turned my gaze off of her to see the torn panty on the floor. My goodness I thought I am destructive and whispered to her:
“Oh Maria I am sorry for the loss of your panty.”
She smiled, did not say anything, but returned her leg to my waist while smothering me with kisses. Then she sank on her knees, slowly kissing my chest while taking off my underpants. Then she whispered:
“Never mind about the panty darling, the feeling alone set me on fire. I want you Frans, now I want you,” she sighed deeply. Ripping the packet of three open with her teeth, she took out one and very gently she kissed my shaft then delicately rolled the condom over it. I shivered. She equally gently touched my balls and kissed and slithered over them again. I could not resist anything anymore and like wax in her hands stroked her forehead and shoulders. As she came up she whispered:
“Show me your passion Frans. I want to feel you completely darling.”
I moved my lips to her neck knowing we had only started to explore each other fully for the very first time. In contrast I gently held her bottom and squeezed it as Maria and I shuddered with excitement when she slid her vagina over my shaft and I felt her labia touching my shaft, her lips open. Her skin goose bumped while I moved my hands over her breasts and squeezed her nipples, then her buttocks. She received these touches in sighs and stroked as she moved over my shaft.. From her bottom I slid inside her, her legs open wide. She moved her breasts on my chest using her nipples to massage my skin agonizingly slowly. Our lips met as I fondled her inner thighs, stroking gently as we stood there. Then, together, our kiss suddenly fierce as Maria knew our passion had barriers no longer.
“Here, now, on the floor, on the desk, against the wall, anything Maria,” I whispered and lifted her. In my arms now and we sucked onto each other like we never wanted to let each other go. One now, she opened her eyes took a breath and whispered:
“On the floor darling and pound me, pound me hard. I am so much on fire Frans. You set me on fire darling!”
I sank to the floor and on my knees I draped her gently and looked for a cushion and saw one on chairs. It was a warm evening, well in KK there are no cold days like I know them, so the floor was not cold either but it was a hard tiled floor. I ran off and before she realized it I had fetched the cushion and was and grinned.
“Ooohh,” she reacted as I put her head on the cushion. As she laid there in splendid anticipation she looked wonderful, fully nude and aggressively receptive like a cat, surely she would become aggressive when I denied her anything now. To exquisitely heighten the moment I said:
“You are my woman now, darling!”
She beamed, radiated and threw her arms around me to show her delight and pulled me on top of her. Then, with a smile and a grin, she took over. She pulled me at her hard, swirled around, now she was on top, and kissed me and guiding my shaft to slide into her. She rose then came down arching in delight. I held her by her buttocks as she rode me like a jockey completely in control now, like we were dancing a tango. Fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples, she moaned loudly and exciting me to grab her head to pull her on to me. Then I thrusted as my whole body felt merging with Maria. So much alive we were that we were pounding ever faster, ever harder, ever deeper, like we were outdoing each other in passion. Faster then we moved as our feelings waves rolled in like waves and the drums of the earth were setting our pace, leading us to the crescendo, oneness. Faster again, harder more, deeper and deeper we went as the utter explosion built up to complete us. With a swift swirl of my body we turned and now with me on top of her, she flawlessly moved her legs around my back to receive me as I crashed into her. Moaning loudly a flurry of thrusts, spurred on by the rhythm of the drums, made us combine so deep I lost comprehension but felt Maria intensely and felt near crying with happiness. Faster then as our sweated bodies merged, grinding in utter unstoppable passion. I gasped as I felt her spasms, the sign that she was exploding. Gripping her bottom and jerking her against me the wave lashed in and crying loud now Maria moved up high against me as she squirted.
“Ohhhhhh, baby,” she screamed.
We moved uncontrollably now synchronized, hard as I cried out now too right after her:
“Ahhhhhhhh Maaaarriiaaiiiiiaaaa.”
We shuddered and were shaking, pulsated and were trembling in utter bliss and collapsed into each other like and implosion being overwhelmed by our beautiful sensual stimulation and the mental sensation.
“Oh baby,” she sighed all shook up and quivering while we were connected but exhausted and felt one, floating like we were beyond ourselves, two spirits as one.
“Ohh baby,” I replied, now realizing our bodies were on the ground. I looked at her smiled and showered her with little kisses on her face, breasts and nibbled on her nipples and then her neck, ear and face. Suddenly she giggled spasmodically as she put her hand on my bottom to keep me where I was.
“Oh Frans,” she said, “don’t leave me now.”
I giggled too for I felt my shaft going back to size all by itself as it was sporting little jerks on its way out of her flesh. Uniquely sensitive now Maria and I shuddered and once I had involuntary left her, she quickly covered her vulva to catch our fluids.
“A unique mixture darling,” she said and radiated. Then put her hand over her breast to wet them both and played as she told me to slither over her.
“Come to heaven,” she laughed and moved to share the fluids which lubricated our skin. We slithered and touched and stroked and felt as we floated with each other for a long time. In awe of each other and feeling the glow we talked softly. The glow stayed long and every time I saw her I felt it again and remembered that intense moment, the moment of peace while soothingly touching with a pregnant glow, pregnant for it would never leave us. We lay and enjoyed our being together in recuperation. Then, finally, I got up to open the other bottle of beer and poured just one glass we shared. Very comfortable in being nude we looked each other and as we shared the beer Maria said:
“I want to know you well Frans. I am sure you felt strange when we met in the parlor. I am not a professional. Sure there are a few, I however am not. Do you believe me?”
There was no reason not to believe her and I did not think a professional, unless she had been acting, could have been with me so lovingly. And if there was an act played I did not see what purpose it had. But of course, she was right the venue itself would easily put anyone on the wrong track and that anyone included me. We were quite convinced of that.
“Please do not think of me as a whore Frans, I am not like that. I will admit I am an adventurer.”
“Then we are similar in that respect,” I said and smiled, “I like to try all kinds of things too and as you saw I did not make an exception for you. If anyone could be guilty, I am guilty as well Maria.”
“No you are not,” she disagreed, “you refused to do anything there and then and you know I seduced you to it. I was on fire here too, but you kept me from continuing even though I pushed you. You stopped me and I knew then you are a man who can control himself when he wants to. I would love to feel and learn how you do that”, she said in a very serious tone now and rested her head on my chest. We sat and I casually fondled her breasts. I felt her getting ready again and I was about to indulge Maria and of course me too when we were disturbed by a knock on the door. I realized time had flown and we were not surprised if the time to leave was close by.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Shall we soon go Frans,” Len’s voice came out. I could barely answer but to my surprise managed to say in a husky voice:
“Yeah,”
“Get ready then,” Len ordered and it was the tone in his voice that woke me up from this marvelous reality. Frantic at first Maria covered herself immediately, looked at me and like she felt she was caught by a peeping tom. The disturbance had strong effect on me too. It was like we woke up from a beautiful dream, but this was reality. I kissed her and kind of shouted:
“Give us ten minutes man!”
“Okay,” Len screamed back, “Arina tells me there is a shower there, may we pass through?”
Again her face frantic Maria strongly shook her head. So I smiled and said in reassurance:
“Wait a few minutes man, what is the hurry?” I asked and winked at Maria then asked her, “let’s find that shower and go first?”
“Yessssssss,” she said now more relaxed..
Nude as God made us when we were born we tripped over to the corridor and found the shower room. Everything we needed was there, towels, soap even shampoo. Opening the tap I washed her from top to bottom, lathering her, cherishing her body, while we laughed and smiled. We could hardly stop for it was a joy in itself to wash and be washed. The urge returned but we were now able to control it knowing that there would be other times still to come. We dried each other off thoroughly then returned to the office to dress. Seeing the ‘dead’ panty on the floor now, I felt ashamed that she had none to wear now.
“Never mind,” she laughed, “nobody will see it anyway.”
I could hardly believe what I saw when she put on her gown and tight like it was now showed her sexy buttocks. I knew and I was the only one to know that she had nothing under that dress, I thought.
“Luckily nobody will know Maria. I am pretty sure there will be men who cannot contain themselves seeing you like this and knowing you are naked,” I smiled.
She hardly had time to answer for Len’s voice rang out again. This time he did not have to wait long for I was just zipping up my pants and so immediately opened the door. Len, clad in towels and a little anxious had Arina in his wake, and shyly passed through to disappear in the bathroom.. We finished off the beer in the reception just waiting for Len and Arina. We toasted to each other as we felt the glow, the afterglow and talked about that sitting hand in hand.
“When shall we meet again?” Maria asked.
“I am not entirely sure,” I answered truthfully, “the next few days we will be spending with the flying doctor service and then we will go past Keningau to Tenom for a few days and another few days up the coast to Bajau country and the Runggus. So, tell me please how can I reach you?”
“I cannot tell my parents yet but here is the phone number, call me in the evenings or in daytime at the beauty parlor all right? I want to see you again.”
“And I you,” I smiled. Then very practical as I can be sometimes I asked her:
“Where did you leave that condom?”
“Oh,” she laughed loudly, “I put that in my purse, in a hanky. I want to keep it!”
“Naughty you,” I said and that moment Len and Arina came in, took their clothes to get dressed in the office. A few minutes later they returned and Arina checked everything for cleanliness, the shower included, before we went out and she locked the door behind us. Waking the street Len suddenly said to us all:
“I feel like I am glowing and I am dying to know if you two had a wonderful time too?”
“There is no doubt about that,” I answered him, the girls bursting out in giggles and fully agreeing with Len.
“We have to go that way,” said Arina, “our house is not too far, I am sure we will see each other again soon,” she said and kissed Len goodbye.
“Of course,” Len replied, kissed her on her lips and held her a moment while Maria and l looked at each other to check if we really felt the same. To me there was no doubt and so she embraced me. When she did and I held her too I whispered and lightly squeezing her bottom:
“This touch if you remember it is an invitation to come back together soon. I think when we are going by helicopter tomorrow then in the evening we should be back.”
She smiled radiantly then swiftly turned her head to join Arina who had just parted from Len. They walked away and with our eyes Len and I followed them for a while. When they had turned a corner and had waved before they did, Len looked at me and immediately spoke:
“Man, these women are like courtesans. They are so up to be pleasing. Oh sorry I meant Arina. How was your Maria,” he asked.
“You need to ask me?” I smiled, “if you can keep a secret and I mean it must remain a secret as you are not to share it with anyone I will tell you.”
“All right, I swear,” he laughed, “I know I can keep a secret like this.”
“Well then,” I continued, “in a ravishingly strong moment of passion I tore Maria’s panty off and now she brought it back home as a remembrance.”
“You mean she had no panty on when she left here?” he smiled.
“Yes, indeed,” I replied dryly.
“That is a good one and the secret is safe with me. I think I like that Arina very much you know. She is such a lovely girl.”
“As I think of Maria the same Len, we will see them again. Or I am at least sure I will see her again. We will have time for that right?”
“Yes,” Len replied and that yes underlined that the day had come to an end so without much else to exchange we found us bus which took us to the cathedral. At the house we briefly discussed what and how to do the next day, at what time we should be up in the morning, then retired.
Part One - Chapter 2
Completely taken by the events of the day with the flying doctor service among the remote Runggus who live in Pitas inland and north of the majestic mount Kinabalu, highest mountain of South East Asia, we returned late afternoon. Feeling wonderful about the serene hospitality of the Runggus people, the doctors and nurses and the helicopter rides, back at the house Len and I talked about the evening ahead:
“Should we call them,” he asked, “or shall we go out and see the brothels?”
Though he had promised to take me on a tour I was struck for a moment by his straightforwardness. For a moment wondering about what to answer, he continued:
“I like this girl Arina a lot you know, so I am inclined to see her again!”.
“Hhmm,” I thought aloud, while checking cameras and reloading then, “I feel the same Len, both are quite open and not lacking in taking initiatives,” I smiled, “so why not do both and tour around with them? That way we will be able to observe and we do not run the risk of being seduced by any other woman but the ones we are with?”