Geylang, Our Hollywood

[euks]

Bringing this thread to Adult Discussion for better relevance. Had a mind blocked and will update when inspired
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Working ladies, lonely man, cheap alcohol, illegal intoxicants, great food, gambling den, thugs, STDs,

Drama....

Every once in a while, I can't help but allow myself to be thrown into this little poisonous circus...

Like many of the rest of the Singapore man, life can get pretty monotonous or meaningless. Family responsibilities, husband/bf responsibilities, job responsibilities, social expectations, peer pressure and even our very own ego weighs on our very shoulders. Above all, we are fighting against how we are program each and every day -- Our balls cry out to spread our seeds each and every day, but society today has "evolved" to a very pretentious and complicated level today. There are so many sets of conflicting beliefs and rules. Where do we really stand? Which path should we take?

SCREW ALL THESE BULLSHIT. I finishing burning another 1min of my life and throw another 20cent worth onto the floor. A habitual smoker for 14 years, i no longer care how long I live but how to satisfy my daily needs.

My tirak finally came out from her room. She saw me, burst into smile and walked to the entrance of the house. Ignoring the stare of her numbered colleagues and other bypassing customers (and the leaving customer she just finish engaging), she stretch out her hand and pull me into the house. I shyly walked in, hand in hand and dump a wad of cash into the OKTs hand. The fees for 2 session and overnight.

As I walk towards her room, I glance back at my tirak as she squats down and pack her things in the fish tank 001 , 369 , 999 seems to be teasing my happy tirak. 999 turn her head to me and gave me a cheeky wink as if to tell me look how much happiness i have injected into my tirak just be coming here. My tirak last customer turn around and gave me a look of amusement. I felt a little awkward but the feeling was quickly washed away by a sense of joy when my tirak watch me with her endearing eyes as she pack her things into the jewelery box I gave her.
369 tile her head to the right and squeal
"Look at your darling! Like Baby! Everyday see her take the box walk here walk there! So happy. I see also want to vomit"

My tirak smiled at me when she heard 369's teasing. A smile so genuinely happy that can be pulled off by couples that are in love. IN LOVE? Geylang? You got to be kidding me.

I am a "veteran" in Geylang. I had observed sammyboy forum, read and even gave advices in "Woes of a tirak" thread, witness many bros i met through many years of chionging went down. I am here for some quality sex. Screw the world, screw the girl. But here I am, burning cash not because I want sex tonight. But because I miss the company and the sense of romance with this girl who I paid money to fuck 8 months ago.

[euks]

A week before, I got an sms from an old regular that I used to frequently visit. Her boss had finally allow her to go home.
I smile brightly and after 6 months of intentional none contact, I gave her a call. We catch up alittle on old times.

KuanTing, is one of those working girls I rarely come across even after many years of playing in the scene. We have great sexual chemistry since the very first time I patronize her.
Sex With KuanTing has always been passionate and sometimes violent.
My dick always seems to yearn for her after I have a hard day at work. The action can start the very moment I step into the room.
Our kisses are most usually aggressive and well coordinated. Its like our lips is dancing Salsa, with her usually the slightly violent one as she likes to sneak a bite here and there, and my style a tad more cheeky as i like to break free from the intensity of the kisses from time to time just to watch her reaction, to tease her abit, and when I see puzzlement or hunger in her eyes, i will launch into another aggressive dances of our lips and tongue again.
I remember one time she got pissed while we were in the middle of our intense foreplay when I tried to ripped a piece of her clothing off while we were kissing. I didn't do it right and must have hurt her. She broke free from the kiss. I saw anger in her eyes but at the same time, her lipstick were smear all over her lips giving her a really sexy look. She must have shouted some insults but whatever she did say, wasn't file in my memory bank. I did remember I launch into another kiss just to shut her up and grab her neck carefully but firmly and pin her against her flimsy wardrobe.
When I felt her inner thighs dripping with her wetness, it was then I realize KuanTing enjoy the sense of being dominated and being pushed to the edge and losing control of herself.
That day my original 2 session stretch to 4 instead, and probably the first time I have a working girl extent the session without my permission when the OKT press that irritating intercom when the time is up.

The boss of the house is one of the more infamous iron fist style OKT. A min late from coming back from Goldenmile and the girl will be fine a ridiculous sum of money. When I was waiting for KuanTing in the past, I always watch the boss curse window shopping customers , and its a wonder that no drunkard customer had taught him a lesson to date.

KuanTing had pleaded with his boss to allow her to go back home many times since working in Geylang for a year (at least according to her). From what I know, the boss detained a huge sum of money from her. She is definately an ang pai in her house although I suspect her service fluctuates alot depending on her mood and customer. I always wonder why she didn't make a case with NTY if she were that desperate to go home.

She asked if we can have breakfast one last time before she go home. I reluctantly declined and explained that I am currently in a relationship and didn't think my GF will be too happy about it. (The irony is I am having a tirakship with another girl in another house)

I sense the disappointment. She asked If i will remember her.
I told her I definately will. Afterall, we had great sex for more than a year... almost weekly. I never did know if she genuinely felt anything for me. I follow my laws of chionging back then. Fuck and Fuck Off.
Quite a while back, I had watched her burst into tears and anger when once she lectured me about love after another great session. How I will never find love if I protect my feelings from getting hurt.
I didn't want to explain my real reasons to her back then. This is geylang, how ridiculous it is to talk about love.
Besides, her many past approaches and many of my observations also suggested she is a KC style working girl.
But she certainly can cry and cry convincingly.
I was definitely tempted to jump into a tirakship adventure with her back then, but she seems the kind that is out for monetary benefits, and I am one that is looking for a memorable journey while it last.

Fastforward today, I am so badly smitten that i even avoided a simple breakfast date simply because I knew my tirak will not be happy about it. I am in trouble, I know it. But yet I didn't pull myself out this time.
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P.S I gave her the name KuanTing as this is what she usually say whenever I act kuaiLan to her KC.
I never really asked what does KuanTing means but I am guessing its the same as KuaiLan

[euks]

My Tirak swing a hug the moment I enter the room and pull my head towards her for a kiss. She jump onto the bed and ask why did i visit her today.

I never did like to inform her beforehand whenever I visit. A part of me enjoy surprising her. The sly part of me wish I will be able to capture whatever evidences that will give me reasons to pull myself away from her.

Today I capture yet another one. Although looking back, it is a really petty one.

She is not wearing the Necklace i gave her a few weeks ago. Instead, I see her wearing something else. Something else that could only be given by another guy.

A pang of jealousy and suspicion hit me. I ponder if I should question her. I remember her commenting that she didn't really like the necklace I gave her but she like it because it is from me... her tirak.

I try to brush aside the thoughts and remind myself to enjoy the moment. I have heard of all the struggles of other bros with their tiraks and remember how silly some of their struggles are. This is one of the silly things that shouldn't be bothering me but it did.

We kiss and cuddles and tease each other on bed. She talked about her sister, and her parents back home, and said she is asking her sister to send her some photos of her hometown so she could show me.

My mind keep drifting to the new necklace on her neck. Is it from someone she like? Does she think and sms him daily? Who is he?

My memory bank pull out an unimportant file.
Tirak : Today a customer give me blah blah blah, I don't like! I ask him take back! Tell him I have boyfriend already! He angry!

It wasn't something worth taking note back then when she said this. Nevertheless it was kind of sweet hearing it.

And here she is, wearing a necklace given by someone else.
I bite my lips reminding that she is a working girl. How can i be bothered by something so trivial when there are so many other things that are real reasons that I should be pulling away.

Life of a tirak. I visualize myself shaking my head and laughing at myself. Geylang Hollywood. If you watch enough movies, one day u will be wanting to star in one of it. And here I am , starring in one of it. Although so far, mine seems to be more Bollywood.

Has my Tirak been protraying a fake image and made me fall into her KC? ......... Or am I thinking too much.....

[asdfghjkl]

very good start.. post part 4 soon hor ~

[kochheckler]

well written.. one of the thread that I will follow closely..

[wally888]

Camping for more.....

[Woodland777]

nice start, camping here too.

[jappop]

setting up my tent

[euks]

7 years ago, I watched a 17 years old girl transform from an innocent village girl into a full fledged merciless KC working girl within 15 months the ripped a few hundreds thousands dollars of tip when she went back home.
Today she is happily married with a Singaporean with a child staying in singapore and most rare of all, she is nicely integrated into his husband family and extended family... with families and cousins of both side seen in pictures together.
I shall name her Chili pudding.

Like numerous other in the cat40 scene, some of them came here with a fake passport. Chili is actually from a thai neighboring country. Her passport was fake, birthday was fake, and sometimes I even wonder the personality I first witness when she arrive in singapore is fake, or was the environment she put into so testing that forces her very vulnerable and young mind and soul to take such a drastic change

I was lucky enough to get her the night before she started her first day at work. Her first customer, first overnight, a benefit old regulars of OKT gets to enjoy.

Chilli is a petite girl at around 150cm tall (or slightly shorter) A cup breast, small little nipples, cute natural hairless small armpits, very rare natural almost hairless pink pussy with beautiful small pussy lips.
It almost felt like Lolita, and i was fooled that she was 22 with her fake passport. It was much later on, that i found out she was much younger... much much younger

The memory of our first meeting is totally hazy now. I can't remember which room or what she wore nor the process that lead to us having raw unprotected sex.
I remember she was mostly quiet. She couldn't converse even with the most basic english. Neither do I know any thai.

While memory of our first night is hazy, a very vivid scene remains till today.

I remember she shut her eyes tightly when i was getting ready to enter her, which caused me to stop and take in her expression for the longest time.
It took a while before she reopen her eyes, with an expression of puzzlement. I tried to comfort her by kissing her head, her eyes, her cheeks, and her lips. I must have also held her hand gently, and kiss her lips plenty of time before i sense her loosen up and returning the kiss a little.
I remember I had many mixed feeling. I am very sure guilt was one of them which I had no idea why I was feeling it at that time. But what I remember mostly and very vividly (but forgot everything else )was the very moment I enter her.
As my dick head, press into her tight vaginal hole, her eyes widen with fear and a whole series of mix emotion seems to flash pass her eyes. It awaken a very distinct animal instinct in me that made me very determined to penetrate her. From a gentle lover, I became aggressive. I grab both of her wrist and lock it with my grip and body weight, missionary style. She was very tense up but yet reasonably moist. I could sense her vaginal wall tightening, resisting my dick head from further entry but i was also burning hard and pushing my way back in. When I finally pushes my dickhead through the rim of her entrance, her faces and ears and neck were burning red and she was grasping for air and biting her lips. Inch by inch, feeling every texture of her tunnel , I pushes my whole 7 inches in.
When I finally jerk my last 2 inches deeply into her, a moan that also sounded like a whimper escaped from her mouth as her thighs relax and widen which was previously resisting me from full penetration.

What happen later was a blur. I know the love making alternate from gentle passion to raw animal hard pounding. I remember very distinctly there were moments I felt pool of trap juices in her vaginal wall spalshing about. Her hands, many times were looking for grip on the messed up bed sheet. Her moans escaping from her biting lips whenever I changes my strokes and surprising her. Every inch, bumps and texture of her tight tunnel was felt from every thrusting. And when I finally let out my burst of hot warm cum into her, i felt the muscle of my whole body tighten
Physical pleasure at its highest.

What happen later at night is a total blur now. I know we made love again, and in the morning as well. But none of the details nor conversation seems to register.

I visited her several more times the next 2 weeks, and months later, her apperance changed
A year after, she was totally a different woman, with very distinct personality that totally contrast with my initial impression of her.

She enter geylang at it purest form, and perharps that is also the reason why she was able to absorb and transform totally from the colourful and yet dark influence in geylang... our hollywood.

[euks]

If a drop of red wine fall into a glass of coke. You can hardly notice it. But if a drop of red wine falls into a glass of clear water, the whole glass of water turns red.

I guess that was what best described the transformation of Chili Padi.

In a thai whorehouse with 20+ thai girls all with their own tricks + the accumulated wealth of knowledge from previous batch of girls, Chili Padi, an innocent village girl is a glass fully empty.

Within months, she had more than a dozen handphones, all the same most expensive latest nokia model, in which she kept 1, and sold all the others. Her customers would never know, as she is using the same model. All would have thought the one she is using, is the one they bought for her.
And haha, when the next most expensive newest model is release, she would "lost her phone" and use a really lousy phone as a temp replacement so that she can repeat the cycle of getting her clients to buy her phone again.

Where it is only possible to attain 36 dai per working day (1hr max 3 dai in a 12 working hours environment) She can clock 50+ dai in a single day.
How? by having various teerak calling the okt to book the same slot but not visiting at all, to let her "rest" (they call it block booking back in those days)

Every month, a few clueless dumb ass, would be celebrating her birthday for her. Her birthday are fake of course and she "hates" diamond" and only like to wear gold. Why? because gold have resale value, diamond do not.

In my years of chionging, I had witness all kinds of KC tricks and drama. But none as colourful and shocking with Chili Padi.
Once in a while, i be invited to spend a night with her, as she has manage to get several carrot head to do block overnight booking in the same night, I be in the room, observing how she muti task numerous carrot head on the phone, replying in a sleepy voice giving the impression that she is falling alsleep so she can hop on to another call.

She has a notepad the contains the profile of her various customers, their visiting timing, and whatever information she gathered from their daily conversation, and a team of friends to play act with her.

Professional pro at her finest. And I thought I would never fall into the KC trap, after witnessing such extreme

[euks]

XD
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[andythai]

bro what you wrote is very informative to all bros here

[LinxiSteven]

Fantastic writing TS!

*SUPPORT! Please go on if you have any left

[Spud_Boy]

though i can count the number of times i entered the geylang brothels with 1 hand, your story/narration literally fleshes out the flesh trade in geylang..

great experience sharing & do continue..

have upped u in appreciation of your efforts!

[euks]

I being thrusting harder into my tirak when i notice her grabbing the bed sheet. Her whole body tense up, her moaning stop, she shut her eyes and her eye browns shape into a very alluring frown.

Tirak: "Cum... Cum togooetherrrr.."
Me: argh...(I acknowledge with a grunt, concentrating on the wetness and tightening of her pussy gripping my cock as I try to build up my own orgasm)
Tirak: "Inside me... Inside, I want to feel" she whimpered
Me: "Nooww.. cumming.... now....." ,I lied as I watched the necklace jump around her neck each time I thrust in my pelvis hard not because of passion but suspicious anger and jealousy.

My Tirak rise her hips, and the room roar into a silent as her breathing sound came to a halt. Her neck and ears turn red, and I feel her pussy grip tighten till a new gush of warm wetness surround my cock. I couldn't feel the tightness of her pussy anymore but instead feels a pain above my right nipple. My tirak has tilt her head up to bite and suck my chest. MY dick is sliding in and out freely now, and I still haven't cum, and I need to cum now, I am fast losing the moment to the distracting necklace on the neck of my Tirak.
I shut my eyes and imagine my tirak looking into my eyes longingly, telling me she loves in the angelic white dress I bought her during our trip to east coast.

I sense my orgasm building up again but my tirak has already finish her orgasm. She is now trying to find her breath and also seems to be pushing me away. While frowning, her eyes and mouth form into an O as she take in air from her mouth, giving a cartoon expression of surprise or whatever... I dunno.

I lost my concentration and breath when an image of a certain man that often wait for my teerak at the waiting area of this damn whorehouse. My orgasm fade away and I collapse onto her.

After we finish catching our breath, my tirak tries to wiggle herself out from under me. I raise my body and withdrew from her. I watch her check my still erecting dick and place her hand onto her own pussy, most probably putting a finger into herself to check if I deposited my essence into her.

Tirak: U got cum or never cum?
Me: ermm.
Tirak: Why you never cum? U bluff me! She frowned again.
Me: I laughed.
Tirak: Next time I don't want to cum already. Cum already very tired you know.
(There is a few missing bytes of data of my memory here. Really can't recall the whole flow of this scene)

I remember her expressing her frustration, and also pain in her back , grumbling that she is very tired after cumming and very hard to work if she let herself cum. Will be dry, pussy will feel pain... blah blah.

That night, after I shot my swimmers into her after she ride me for like 20mins, she check my sperm after letting it drip out of her.

Tirak: u got go fuck other girl or not?
Me: no lar.
Tirak: don't believe you. if never why so long cannot cum, why your water so little?
Me: really don't have!
Tirak: If u got I understand. But must use condom ok? I only have you no condom me, I don't want to die.
Me: Really don't have lar!
Tirak: Bluff!
Me: You then bluff. Your customer so many always come find you 1hr 2hr 3hr. You then have many customer no condom.
Tirak: I always tell you I always use condom u no believe me!
Tell you already, last time have, but now got you, must protect me must protect you, everyone now also use.
Me: then last time those never use one how? they no angry meh?
Tirak: I tell them already, they want no condom, go find other girl, can find 369, 456 also can, but now find me must use condom.

(blah blah blah, more lost bytes in my memory, can't paint the whole flow of the scene)

I remember that night, thoughts of how working girls KC their customers by going raw with them, how i find it hard to believe my tirak even though she seems so believable. How logic tells me that I can't be the only guy. How blah blah blah blah blah blah.

I indeed haven't been screwing other girls since I found myself missing her each and everyday. I have given up casual sex when i go clubbing, stop exploring other houses to uncover gems, announce to my ex fuck buddy that i am now in a relationship. There are so many moments that I feel frustrated and wanted to vent my frustration by screwing other girls, just to get the cheap thrill of getting back at my tirak for little petty jealousy or suspicions.
But it has been 4 years since I felt myself in love. For this girl, I want to try to be a good tirak, but my chiongster mentality logic always put up a fight, causing me to struggle to love her completely, causing us unnecessary arguments.

I thought of Chilli Padi, of Ling, of Fon, of KuanTin, and several others that I had gone raw over my last 12 years of Chionging. I thought of how I had witness so many KC, how both bros and working ladies struggle in the ever so dramatic land of Hollywood.

I start to pull out all the facts and observation from my memory bank over the years and visualize the kind of emotion, reality, and moral struggle a working girl can go through each day till they finally surrender their soul.

I already see it all and know it all. Why am I going into such petty and childish arguement over a dumb necklace and condom?

Am I really In love? Or I am just seeking the emotional thrill in Geylang Hollywood?