She lives with an older sister who is a theology student at a local university.
Her sister has no idea of Wendy's real job and thinks she works as a secretary.
Wendy wears sensible office wear to her Mong Kok whore house, where she changes
into something more slinky. Laundry is troublesome, she says, because her
sister would wonder where the mini-skirt and plunging top came from and why.
Before and after sex she tells me about life inside and outside the office,
including other clients such as a rich, kinky Chinese john who paid an enormous
sum to cover another hooker from face to belly in hickeys. She went home in a
surgical mask in the dark and didn't return for six weeks. Wendy shuddered
telling me about it but she always perks up quickly.
She enjoys imitating Arnold Schwarzenegger and giggles when I depart with the
worst Terminator "I'll be bahhck" line. Her favorite movies are the Terminator
series.
The other woman has the unlikely Hong Kong name of Savannah, given to her by an
older sister she says. She's a 42-year-old divorcee with a 21-year-old daughter
in college in Canada and her favorite movies are Lord of the Rings and a 1997
version of Anna Karenina, with whom she strongly identifies.
Savannah is a self-proclaimed "very spoiled" HK Chinese native, now Canadian
citizen and a CPA. She jets between Vancouver and Hong Kong regularly and lives
on the 23rd floor of a furnished service apartment in Central - a posh,
bustling area that reeks of cash and privilege. Her money seems to come from
her mother, her accounting work (she claims to have worked for fashion designer
Vera Wang) and her Japanese ex.
I met her at a bar favored by HK liberals, artists, gays, lesbians, beatniks,
and a local "radical activist lawmaker" (as the papers refer to him) nicknamed
"Long Hair". She embodies the notion of liberal chic - supporting all the right
democracy causes, but treats the underpaid help at her apartment with almost
dismissive disdain.
While Wendy imitates Ahnald and plays creature feature with her bra, Savannah
lounges beside me asking things like "What would you think if I told you I am
someone's mistress?" or "What if I told you I have many lovers? Would you be
shocked?"
Not really, I tell her, not rising to the bait. She's visibly disappointed, as
am I when after she unbuttons a button on an expensive white silk blouse for a
peek of cleavage and says: "Very revealing, don't you think?" she follows up by
refusing to kiss.
"Too dirty, not sanitary," she says, leading me to the bedroom, where - at her
insistence - we shower before - and after - doing the deed. In bed she still
won't kiss, though she begs me to nibble and suck her ears while she moans and
thrashes and then pauses to wipe them off with Kleenex. "Not sanitary."
We approximate love making until she approximates an orgasm and I leave her. "I
am returning to Canada and won't be back for two months. Will you be sad? Will
you write me love poems?" Savannah asks.
"Not unless you throw yourself under a train," I reply deadpan, thinking of
Anna Karenina's ending. "And then maybe I'd think about it."
She's not sure if I'm kidding or not and it's better to leave her that way.
Copyright 2006, Asian Sex Gazette and Justin Davis
