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The Oldest Profession needs no Introduction.
The Pandemic caused a lot of disruption to life, services and business in Malaysia. That includes the world’s “oldest” profession, which is (despite its legal issues) a multi-billion dollar industry. The Pandemic forced the industry to adapt, and adapt they did: they went digital and high-tech. This is the story of my finding out about it.
The Digital Prostitution Revolution
“It was a very hand on and in-your-face business before the Pandemic. You needed to know the right people, know where to go,” explained “Mac,” a friend with “extensive experience” in these areas.
“Digital was slowly creeping in: Online escort sites were mushrooming, forums committed to this “special interest” were also growing. The Pandemic has sped all of that up.”
“Malaysia is nowhere near as organized or established as, say, Hong Kong or Thailand,” he claims, “but regardless of legality, the digital organization is coming.”
Meet the Pimp: The Website
A simple Google search will return you dozens of websites to choose from, and like all Google search results, you want to stick to the first page or two and browse from there. The websites are hosted outside of Malaysia, often in a country where prostitution is legal, to avoid complications related to the website.
Many women on the website are Freelancers: They pay for, post, and manage their photos, videos, and services on the page. There is no pimp. The pimp, if anything (or anyone), is the website itself.
Shopee for Sex
The website lets you filter and search by almost any criteria imaginable: Height, bra size, ethnicity, eye colour, and outcall versus in-call are some of the basics.
Hit the “advance search”, where pornography-fueled dreams become a reality; from anal sex to BDSM, to costumes and roleplay, to threesomes and moresomes, the services on offer will blow. Your. Mind.
“It is like being on Shopee during the monthly pay day sale.”
I knew what I was looking for, and a few clicks of the mouse later, I’d made my booking.
“The entire process was smooth and painless, except for my bank balance: Her service with extras cost me RM1,500.00 for 3 hours.”
For those few hours of extremely “adult-rated entertainment.”
A word on prices and services
Like any product/service mix, there is a “tier list” for these services and numerous factors that govern their prices.
Naturally, those with a “more exotic background” by way of the “Far East Movement” (Korean, Japanese), “Mat Salleh,” then the “Eastern Europeans” cost more than the “local,” South East Asian choices.
The prices below – from Mac – are for a “basic encounter” (30-60 minutes of plain boring missionary):
- Indonesian/Filipina (RM280+)
- Mainland Chinese (RM320)
- Vietnamese/Thai/Laotian/Burmese (RM360)
- Locals (RM400-450)
- Westerners (RM550+)
- Eastern European (RM600 and up)
Do you want someone more adventurous, lusty, or an outright slut? Do you want a proper Freak in the Sheets? That will cost more. Let’s say for RM1,500.00; I had bought a LOT more. You only live once, right?
The websites are pretty clear about what they will do and what they will charge. Here’s a curated selection from the “glossary.” Many were edited due to the explicit language:
Outcall Versus In-call
I’d made my choices and my booking and had chosen an outcall instead of an in-call.
Outcall means we will meet up somewhere for the services ordered/booked. In-call means they would come to me.
I’d rather they not know where I live, so a shower, a change of clothes, and I was on my way via Grab.
We met in the hotel lobby, and I checked in and got my room key. The receptionist merely wished me a pleasant stay with a smile that made clear he knew exactly what was going on: Why else does a single male book a room for “day-use” mid-week in this part of town?
I made my way to the hotel bar, ordered a pineapple juice and took a corner table where I had agreed to meet her. I was about 15 minutes early, but she came precisely on time.
The Encounter
I’ll admit that “Camarilla” looked exactly like her pictures: Beautiful, demure, with a smile that tells you, “I’m anything you want me to be in bed.”
We had a quiet drink at the bar, getting to know each other a little before we finally arrived at the hotel room.
“Since I had made all of the arrangements, she knew what was what, and it was a long, slow, steamy afternoon and some of the best sex I’ve had in a very long time.”
We just flowed together, exchanging kisses, and exploring each other as we shed clothes from the door to the bed. The hours would pass in a haze of sex, laughter, lust and more sex. Sometimes sensual and slow, occasionally rough, almost primal.
The room positively smelled of our musk, and room service got an eyeful of her as well – she had zero inhibitions about answering the door naked!
We parted ways later that night. I tried to be a gentleman about things; she left the hotel about 15 minutes before me to avoid us having to do the so-called “walk of shame.”
The Damage and the Aftermath
Honestly, I describe her as money well spent. The total damage to my wallet was RM2,800.00, including the room and in-room dining.
I’m not some star porn performer, and I know I am a reasonably considerate partner as I made an effort to ensure she enjoyed herself. But I’ve never had a partner that willing, eager and open to do whatever I wanted.
“So, I got to do several things that no girlfriend I’ve ever had has been willing to discuss, let alone try out.”
Camarilla was happy to indulge my every fantasy and ensure I got it.
“What makes visiting a prostitute so dangerously addictive is that you get what you pay for: A stunningly beautiful woman who will do whatever sexual fantasy thing you want.” Mac had the smirk of the experienced, “The only question is whether your bank balance can withstand it.”
I have to agree: My bank balance is the only thing holding me back.
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