Prostitutes

I had the oddest wet dream where Mr. Big was wearing a condom that looked like it was made out of fishnet stockings. It woke me up just after the sun rose, when I realized I was rocking my hips and touching myself semi-conciously. He was half-awake and looking at me like he didn’t quite know what I was doing. I stopped immediately and went back to sleep, not knowing what else to do. I actually felt mildly embarrassed for some reason.

He’d asked me out the night before, to catch a couple of movies: Seeing other People (which he thought was rather pertinent to our current relationship) and Whose Your Daddy. We were having dinner at the Marriot when he’d ask me what I’d brought along inside the pockets of my brother’s sweater.

Me, ‘Uh.. Stuff?’

‘That’s all? Just wallet and keys and such?’

‘And a dildo.’

‘I knew it.’

‘How did you guess? Gosh, I don’t surprise you very much anymore do I.’

‘You did mention it sometime back, and I suggested bringing a sweater along because it would be fun to muck around in the Cinema. You know, we should go to the sex shop if it’s still open later and choose a strap on, then make a trip to Orchard Towers.’

We didn’t eventually, but I did try persuading him into getting the girl who’d been street walking back and forth throughout our entire dinner to approach him, just for the heck of it. He had started noticing her and alerted me every time she’d snag a new potential customer and when she got rejected.

I personally found it amusing to watch how she talked to just about every other fat, white guy walking by. She employed every single classical feminine wile; from the tilted chin and bambi-eyes, to the way she twirled her hair and rotated her ankle as she bit her lip. ‘I don’t usually do this, but it’d be so nice to get paid tonight because rent’s kinda due.’ Yes, she was a sweet, beautiful thing.

Because I’m so Singaporean, I’ll valuate her- not so much based on how she looked (from where I was, she looked worth at least over a thousand dollars. She seemed capable of rather coherent English too, assuming that she was Thai in the first place)- but rather from the fact that she was street walking, and not exclusively escorting; she was worth six-hundred.

We got back to his place without her eventually, because he looked at me like I was being extremely naughty in a nasty, inconsiderate way, when I suggested getting the girl to attempt to pick him up.

There was a lot of talk on prostitution the last few days. Sometimes I really think these things find me. Because I’m interested in it (not to do it, mind. I would sleep for money, but I wouldn’t go actively looking for it.) and all of a sudden, everyone I talk to talks about it, and the four floors of whores, of course.

Cupido made up for forgetting to remind me of his gallery opening (wasted wine and chocolate! I am still very upset about it) by inviting me to the debut performances of a girl working at his company. I thought the play was fantabulistic. Initially, I had thought all the characters in it were dogs, and it was just an excuse to do something thoroughly provocative and absolutely sexual. At some point during the performance, I’d told Cupido I was sure it was a production about perversity. Bestiality, homosexuality, necrophilia and group-sex. It also made me wonder about the dilemma of being Muslim and playing a homosexual dog. (Disclaimer* Am not racist or anti-Islam!)

It turned out to be a story about a girl who was unable to have a child, and whose husband took respite in adopting a dog, and eventually falling in love with it. But trust me, it was way sexual. Everyone thought homosexuality had a great deal to do with it.

A friend of his started an odd conversation on the whores at Orchard Towers. Apparently part of the reason why the government lets these Thai prostitutes in on ‘vacation visas’ is so that they would lay white guys do that they’d leave the local women alone. Obviously it doesn’t work. And I do believe he’s not simply making it up, because the Singaporean government is full of weird shit when it comes to pro-natal policies for the local women that will benefit the population growth of the country.

I personally think a lot of them get a whore simply because they can. Because it’s cheap, sexy, and certainly possible. Besides. the idea of being able to purchase flesh accords a sort of power that I’m sure I’d love to feel. But of course I know it can be more then that. Some people just don’t want the emotional baggage, and with anal women proliferating around under the guise of feminism these days, men are fearing for their penises. ‘

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