When the flight landed in Kuala Lumpur, I felt like I was stepping into a hot-air balloon. All around me were foreign faces. There was noise and color and people holding onto men with beards and sunglasses and it was fucking hot. Even a guy dressed up like Santa Claus! It was here that my shocking Malaysian sexscapade began. I have to admit, this wasn’t the first time in a foreign country.
As a seasoned female traveler in some of the poorest countries in the world I should have known better.
My Shocking Malaysian Sexscapade – PART ONE
As I was leaving the airport in a taxi, a Malay man approached me and asked if he could help. “I’m looking for a young woman who looks like an American. She’s got long hair, bright eyes, and a big smile.” I stared at him in confusion.
“I’ve seen her walking around here somewhere. But she disappeared into this small hotel building,” he continued. “She was wearing very nice clothes and…” Here he leaned closer to me and whispered, “her pussy is shaved.” He straightened back up, looking at me expectantly.
“Oh,” I replied as my eyes widened.
I looked at him carefully and confidently replied “I’m not her,” and continued walking towards the taxi.
This man pursued me, but I made it into the taxi just in time.
As the cab pulled away, I glanced back to see the man still standing there. Staring after me in what appeared to be disbelief. I also noticed that at least four other men had joined him. And were now also staring at the taxi driving away that I had entered.
I had a feeling that this incident at the airport was not a one off and couldn’t wait to find out what was going on. Checked into the Ascott Hotel in Kuala Lumpur, and once in my room stepped out onto the balcony of my room. I let out a gasp. View was breathtaking. I could see the city scape but also the distant mountains. Nearby were waterfalls, parks and gardens. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before!
But as I scanned the landscape, something else caught my attention.
A beautiful girl sunbathing in a bikini by the pool.
“I’ll be right back,” I told myself as I got undressed. Then dressed in my own bikini and robe leaving the room. As I approached the pool, I noticed that many of the other guests around it seemed to stop what they were doing and stare at me.
It was a strange feeling as I walked over to her…
I then noticed a young man who was about twenty years old. He looked me up and down with a smile, as he continued brushing his hair. Suddenly, an older gentleman approached him and pulled him aside.
They began to whisper back and forth, gesturing in my direction.
Young man then turned spy-like and watched my every move. I felt my face turn into an impossibly-wide smile as I approached the girl in the bikini. She was so beautiful that I could barely catch a breath. My legs seemed to collapse out from under me.
“Are you…are you American?” she gasped. My smile got even wider as I glanced at her perfect body and then back up to her perfect face.
“Yes, I am,” I told her as she sat up in shock. “My name is Jessica. I’m from the United States.” The girl’s eyes sparkled as she smiled and spoke excitedly.
She was obviously very happy to see someone who reminded her of home.
We chatted for a bit. Slowly she began to open up to me about why she was here, a lone American girl in KL Malaysia. I learned that she was originally from California and her name was Sara. We arranged to meet the next day at a local bar.
I walked around the pool and couldn’t stop smiling. Felt like I was walking on air. Every time I laughed, I would catch a glimpse of the reflection myself in the glass surrounding the pool and smile even more. Young man from the pool walked by and smiled.
He looked up at me with googly eyes and said “I think you are beautiful.”
His stare seemed to penetrate my soul as I slowly turned towards him. But just as I did, his eyes suddenly shifted away from me, to something over my shoulder. Startled, I turned to see him mouth “hi” and quickly walk away. I suddenly felt like I was being watched again. Turned around and looked back towards the pool…and there he was, the man from the airport!
He was standing by the edge of the pool with a cell phone in his hand. My eyes bulged out of my head as he spoke into it and then I quickly walked away back to my room.
Was he calling the police?
I opened my balcony door and stepped outside once again. Was beginning to feel trapped and very uncomfortable in this hotel room now.
I decided to leave and go for a walk around town.
As I walked down the street, I stared at the beautiful fish swimming in their tanks in one of the local stores. Lush green trees, and all of the amazing places I could shop. Suddenly, a man came up from behind me and quietly said “hello.”
Startled, I turned around and realized it was one of the men that watched me leave in the taxi from the airport. How had he followed me to my hotel? I could feel my heart racing as he stared at me with a smile.
This was getting way weird.
He came up closer and said, ‘Can I get a hug.’
“I’m not that kind of girl,” I replied. As he slowly began to approach me. “I’m not that kind of…” the words escaped me as he wrapped his arms around my waist. And pulled me tight against him. I felt like I was in a movie. But it was one I had no control over. I couldn’t scream for help, because what if it was the police?
Why had he followed me, I wasn’t even sure. Every part of my body felt numb and my face must have been turning purple from not breathing.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he began to stroke my hair.
I wanted to scream as sweat formed on my brow. But before I could muster up the strength he whispered “thank you” and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
I walked back to the hotel in a daze, feeling violated and shaken up. Didn’t want to go back to my room, but I had no choice. I sat on the balcony and looked out onto the horizon as my mind raced with worry.
Later that night I went to the Hotel bar.
That beautiful girl from the pool approached me and asked if I wanted to go out for a drink away from the Hotel. She was excited that she’d found someone new she could relate to. Someone who was “one of us.” I agreed and we went out for drinks. We met up with a few other girls at the Iron Fairies bar, they were also very excited to see me. They all seemed to know what was going on locally and were very friendly to me.
We danced and sang all night. With drinks flowing freely and soon marijuana pipes were being passed around. I began to feel much more at ease as the night progressed. Girls began asking me about my life in America. So I told them about my job as an adult actress. I told them about my children, husband…everything that I could think of. They seemed interested in the fact that I was an exotic dancer on the weekends. And high class escort to the right client, so I told them about that too.
One girl got very excited, because she was a rehabilitation nurse and considered me as a subject to experiment on.
“I’d love to have you give me a massage,” she said with a mischievous smile.
“We could talk about it some more and I’ll show you what I can do in an intimate climate.” She began showing me on every part of her body where she would like to touch me. I felt sick to my stomach, but politely continued to smile.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang at the door. I hadn’t even noticed that it was getting late and Police were entering the club. Thinking it was a raid some of the girls and I escaped through the fire exit. We ran through the streets giggling, like we were some desperados or something.
I glanced up and saw the Malay man from the airport was standing next to the door of a shop that was closed. With an anxious look in his eyes, he hesitated for a moment and then quickly turned away and attempted to walk away.
He had no doubt been watching me all night.
Waiting for the perfect moment to strike I think. This was enough for me and I left the girls and ran back to my Hotel. On entering my room I double bolted the door and put a chair against it. Not sure if I was being paranoid or not – but feeling the better for doing it.
I began to take of my clothes, leaving them as they fell as I walked towards the bedroom – exhausted. Ready to collapse on the bed I entered the bedroom and that is when I saw him. He was sitting on the bedside chair, legs crossed, the epitomy of calm and controlled. Wearing a dark blue suit and white shirt, I could see that he was slim but with sinewy muscle.
He said, ‘Its about time you got in. I hope you enjoyed the Club?’
Stood there, not knowing what to say. How did this man get in the apartment? What did he want?
I stammered, ‘Who are you?’
He said, ‘Now that is a good question. I am Swee Chin. Son of Botak Chin and I am the head of the Malaysian Mafia.’
Now feeling real fear I asked, ‘What are you doing here in my room?’
He said, ‘Now that is probably a better question than the first. Jessica, you are quite famous here in Malaysia. In fact have been a bit of an infatuation with one of our Royal Sheiks here. He has offered me a substantial sum to deliver you to him.’
Starting to regather my composure I said angrily, ‘Get out of my room, you have not right to be here, I will call the Police.’
He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward towards me.
‘Jessica, you are no longer in the USA. We own the Police, there is noone here that you can call for help. My only suggestion to you right now is to remain calm and accept your fate. You will be taken to the sheik. It is up to you whether this experience is something you can look back on and chalk up to life’s unexpected events OR.’ And his demeaner changed to something sinister as he continued. ‘Or an event that could be life ending.’
He again reclined back into his chair, looking me up and down. It was only then it dawned on me that I was just in bra and panties. And made an instinctive gesture to cover myself with my arms.
He chuckled and said, ‘Jessica, may I suggest that you have a shower and make yourself presentable. Change into the best clothing you have so that I can present you to the sheikh. I do not think you wish to disappoint him.’
It was now that I realised that nothing could help me from experiencing a malaysian sexperience but unfortunately not the one I was looking for.