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Everyone thinks they know what happens in the world’s oldest profession: Sex. While that may be true, it turns out that there is a lot more going on than just sex between a paying customer and a willing service provider. From the streets and into the sheets, Malaysia’s sex workers share their experiences with IRL.
Bachelor Party Can Be Crazy.
Bachelor parties, dubbed the “single man’s last night of freedom,” are where a lot of sexual hijinks go down. “They go drinking, get drunk, and we, of course, get hired to provide the “entertainment” for the bachelor,” explained Camarilla. “But it depends on the men.”
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“Craziest bachelor night I ever entertained at, there were five guys, and I swear I know what Perri Piper felt.” That night was intense and challenging for her because the customers had paid a lot to make it memorable. It was memorable for her “because of those little blue pills that meant they kept going for several hours – that and the pearl necklaces.”
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After the all-night encounter, “walking was a tiring experience, but I made enough to take a few weeks off and indulge in a mini vacation, so it was worth it. Not sure if I would do it again, though….”
Dominating Therapist
Having interviewed Mistress Ava, I asked whether the unusual had occurred during her sessions. It had. She shared a story of a young, up-and-coming salaryman who’d lost his wife and young daughter in a car accident. Of course, his career stalled: “He was lost in the darkness and despair and had given up on everything. He came to me because he wanted to feel something – even pain, as an outlet.”
Mistress Ava saw him for the first time only two weeks after the twin funerals. “I visited him at a stylish, well-appointed but empty apartment in Mont Kiara. He explained that he’d booked my services because he wanted to feel something, anything, even pain.”
“I stayed for hours with him,” she recounted, “and the first three sessions, I didn’t even touch him.” It cost him several thousand ringgit per session. Still, she helped him clean up his life and convinced him to see a professional therapist to get the needed help.
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Things were different when he finally showed up at her “office” a few months later. Mistress Ava ensured that she thoroughly rocked his world for 90 minutes doing what she does best with pleasure, pain, whips, and handcuffs.
Sex Education Classes
“I was once hired by a very nice, good-looking young man. He was well dressed and came from money, but he was an absolute mess when I met him in his hotel room. It took only five minutes before he broke down and confessed the truth to me.”
He was in an arranged marriage to a woman he barely knew and had no idea how sex worked. He’s figured out the biological basics of “insert Tab A into Slot B,” but he’d like to “be better than…just that”, and he only had six months to do that.
He pulled out his iPhone and showed me the pictures of her: She was pretty and had the girl-next-door sort of look, and it was no surprise that we were physically somewhat similar.
It took me quite a while to process this and figure out how to make it work. Ultimately, we agreed to ten paid “dates” over the next two months, and I would demonstrate and teach the ins and outs.
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Everything went from contraceptives to what foreplay is and why it’s essential. Detailed classes on how sex works and what he should and should not do, especially for what would be – assumed – his wife’s first time.
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“I think I trained him into quite a consummate lover during those two months,” said Siti with a laugh. “I mean, he had the size and stamina to satisfy; I ensured he had the skills. When the time comes, he will know exactly what to do with it!”
A Dark Roleplay
Casilla was in her late teens or early 20s, working as an escort while in university, when she accepted an in-call with a client through the agency. He was a middle-aged man, run-of-the-mill. He took me out for a nice dinner, and then we returned to his house near Bangsar South.
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The place was home to his family: There were pictures of him, his wife, a daughter about my age and a younger son. He told me, a bit nervous, that the wife and son were visiting family for a few weeks in Singapore and that his daughter was studying overseas. Having a customer with family is common, and I thought nothing of it.
Things start to get more physical when he suddenly stops and says he’s into something… “not normal.” I’m experienced and confident that I can handle “not normal” since everyone is into something. Then he explains he’s into “father-daughter roleplay.”
That is somewhat unconventional but not enough to get me running out the door like he seemed to think it would. I say it’s okay, he says that’s great, and we go upstairs.
Not to his bedroom, but rather his daughter’s bedroom. Then I realized that I looked similar in height and features to his daughter in the photos I had seen downstairs. It was not a coincidence, nor was he thinking of abstract fantasy: He wanted me to roleplay as his actual, willing daughter.
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I told him I needed to think about that one and finally quoted him a cash price that would be too high, forcing him to back down. He didn’t even blink at the five-figure price I quoted and agreed.
“Talk about getting screwed either way,” said Casilla with a sigh. “We had sex while I was wearing his daughter’s gymnastics leotard, on her bed, and again in his bed while wearing a dress and tudung that belonged to his daughter.”
He called me by his daughter’s name. He kept telling me he’d wanted to fuck “me” at every significant milestone of his daughter’s life: Christmas, 18th Birthday, 21st Birthday, and other special occasions.
My soul fled my body at some point. I wanted to be anywhere else but where I was at that moment, but I played my part for “daddy.” That is what he paid to have: An unforgettable experience with his “daughter.”
We finished up, and he paid me, suddenly self-conscious, subdued and ashamed. He couldn’t look me in the eye, and I left.
“I can’t call anyone daddy anymore, even as a joke.”
The Good, The Bad & The Downright Creepy
As these shared encounters reveal, the world’s oldest industry is clearly about sex and sex-related. The industry is also a window into the lives of its customers and, sometimes, some rather dark secrets.
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