Launch-pad Singapore

This is the first of what will hopefully be a series of trip reports documenting my adventures in SE Asia over a 5 week period. I should mention that this will not be a 100% mongering trip, but rather, a number of mini mongering breaks interspersed with periods of work. The objective during these working periods is to keep the action going at a reasonable tick-over level, then kick into overdrive during the weekends and the dedicated vacation periods.

This first episode starts with my arrival in Singapore from the UK. Singapore is not a noted mongering destination due to a combination of sparse venues (presumably due to the somewhat draconian stance of the Singaporean authorities), and high prices. That said, there are budget opportunities to be had in the Geylang district, as documented by others on this board, but Singapore is overshadowed by the vastly superior facilities in the neighbouring countries, such as Thailand and Indonesia. Since I have to work for extended periods in Singapore, my approach has been to cultivate a pool of ‘girl friends’ that I can call on when in town, so as to avoid having to pay the high local rates every time I am looking for some action (i.e. every day!) Of course, every pool suffers from leakage and needs to be topped up now and then. My Singapore pool had dropped to precisely one girl, and she was not due to hit town until about 2 days after my arrival, so some mongering activity was urgently required.

Apart from the Geylang red light district, I have identified several other general sources of talent in Singapore including: Karaoke bars (KTV), hotel bars, nightclubs, and of course, the notorious Orchard Towers (OT) - locals please chip in if I have missed out anything significant. My plan for my first night in town was to go for a drink or two at Harry’s Bar (the one in Orchard Towers 2, not the better known original at Boat Quay), and relax to the house band, Tania, who play a mix of blues and rock standards that is very much to my taste. This was to be interspersed by a number of sorties to some of the bars in the main part of OT to continue my research for a forthcoming comprehensive guide to the OT scene.

Having settled in at Harry’s with my first beer, I started to look around the bar and was surprised to see quite a number of girls on their own, or in twos or threes, who were obviously FLs on the prowl. On previous visits there had always been one or two, but today was different. Possibly the pickings were slim in the main OT bars and so the girls thought they would go where the punters were hanging out. I was in the process of taking all this in when a girl at the other side of the bar beckoned for me to come and sit between her and her friend so that I could “get a better view of the football on the TV”. I took her up on her offer as her friend we a real cutie and of much more interest to me than the football. She introduced herself as Da and we got chatting about all the usual “what your name? where you from?” stuff. She was certainly no looker and was not really my type, but she was not stupid and she made good use of her hands under to bar counter to ensure that my rational though processes were quickly overruled by more basic urges.

I decided to stick around and have another beer with her and her cute friend, but when I turned to the friend to ask what she wanted to drink, I saw that she had left the bar, only to be replaced by what turned out to be another friend of Da’s, who was an absolute stunner – at least a 9 IMO. She introduced herself as Dang (or something like that), and was also from Thailand. She had a really fit body and had gone to the trouble of dressing up in a very classy short white dress, just the right side of slutty. It was at this point that I realised that my in-depth survey of the OT bar scene would have to wait for another day. When Da went to the toilet, I took the opportunity for a more in-depth chat with Dang. Although she was not as outgoing as Da, she was not unapproachable either, and we hit it of quite well. I seriously considered doing a runner from the bar with Dang while Da was away, but I decided that this was not really playing fair. I was on the point of asking Dang for her mobile # when Da reappeared. The next thing I knew, Dang was being chatted up by some other guy. Shit! Opportunity missed.

By this time, jet lag and the effects of the beer were getting the better of me so I did the decent thing and asked Da if she would like to accompany me to my hotel. She gave the expected answer, and off we went to the Marriott, which is only a few minutes walk down Orchard Road from OT. Back in the room, after we had both taken a quick shower, Da turned out to be quite a versatile performer, going through the complete repertoire from BBBJ to the usual sequence of positions. She appeared to be enjoying herself throughout, and she certainly did the trick for me. She did have the disconcerting habit of moaning “Oh honey!” (which she pronounced as “ani”) with every thrust, but I forgave he that as she was clearly an enthusiastic performer. After a very satisfactory finish, I told her that I needed to get up reasonably early the next morning for work, so she needed to wake me up at 07:00 if we were both to enjoy a repeat performance.

Photo: Da

The next morning, Da showed the expected initiative by waking me up with a sensuous BJ, and we both enjoyed a relaxing wake-up session before I have to get up and get ready for work. By the time I was ready leave, Da had fallen back to sleep. I did not have the heart to turf her out at that point (stupid me as it transpired) so having first checked that there was nothing of any value lying about in the room, I slipped out leaving her asleep in the bed. I reasoned at the time that she would have to leave the room at some point during the day to get something to eat, at which point she would be out of my hair. I had not bargained on her ingenuity. Although we had not agreed on any payment when I took Da back the previous night, I decided to leave her 300 SGD for the long time session, since this is about the lower end of the Singapore going rate for FLs.

When I got back to my room after a hard day’s toil, my expectation was to go for a quick workout in the hotel gym, followed by some food and then another sortie to continue my survey of the OT bar scene. However, when I opened the door, the first thing I saw was some lady’s clothing draped over the char. But it was not the gear that Da had been wearing from the night before. Then I saw a bulge under the duvet that looked very much like the sleeping Da! After some prodding, she stirred herself enough to explain that she had slipped out to her apartment when the maid came to make up my room, and had managed to change and return with a bag of clothes, etc, all before the maid had finished. Cunning!

Although I was a bit put out, I decide to go with the flow rather than make a scene and throw here out there and then (which in retrospect is what I should have done). One of the main factors influencing my decision was the fact that her performance of the previous night had been really quite a turn-on, and the thought of a repeat performance had kept me going for much of the day. On the other hand, the though of exploring some of the other hotties at Harry’s, possibly even the delectable Dang, weighed against the prospect of another night with Da. In the end, I decided to take the path of least resistance and stick with Da for now. I suggested that we go out for a meal then on to take in some live music. She readily agreed to this and proceeded to get dressed in a rather fetching black dress. This did not get the chance to stay on for very long, as we both decided that a pre-dinner session on the bed was called for, before setting out for the night.

We took a taxi to Boat Quay and browsed along the multitude of seafood restaurants there, doing our best to avoid the aggressive sales tactics of every restaurant manager along that stretch. Eventually we settled on one of the eating joints and sat down to some beers and an adequate, if uninspiring, meal. Da had not really seen anything of Singapore outside of OT, so the whole experience was quite an eye opener for her, comparing smart, clinical, Singapore with teeming, funky, Bangkok. After eating we move on to what must be my favourite music venue in Singapore – the Crazy Elephant bar at Clarke Quay – where we were entertained by the excellent house band, the Blues Machine, headed by the incomparable Johnny Chee. (Not a viable mongering venue by the way).

When the bar closed at midnight we headed back to the Marriott for another round on the bed before going to sleep.

The next day began much the same, with Da performing a very satisfactory wake-up routine, which managed to overcome my cumulative sleep deprivation and set me up well for the day ahead. Before I left for the office, I thanked her for the great time over the past two days, and explained that my girlfriend was coming to town that night and that I would be bringing her back to the hotel. I asked her to make sure that she vacated the room that morning, and I left her with 200 SGD, reasoning that the reduced LT fee should make it clear that I was not going to become her LT sugar daddy. Big mistake #2!

While I was at work I received a SMS from my ‘girl friend’, Mae, informing me that she had arrived in Singapore, and would I like to meet up with her? I suggested we meet for lunch in a pizza place near to where I was working on Orchard Road. I was surprised at how pleased I was to see her after almost a year of being apart with nothing more than e-mails, SMS, and the occasional phone call to keep in contact. She looked more considerably attractive than I had remembered. We spent most of the lunch break catching up with our respective news over the past year or so since we last met, and we agreed to meet up again that evening when I had finished work.

At this point I will digress briefly from the timeline of this trip report to describe how I first met Mae. This will give me the opportunity to describe the so-called karaoke bar scene in Singapore. My first encounter with this scene was when a work mate took a few of us out to a handful of bars in Duxton Hill, which is located in the Tanjong Pagar district of Singapore – about a 5 min taxi ride from downtown. These bars are interspersed with more conventional KTV bars, and are generally rather seedy looking, at least in comparison to the usual sleek appearance that one generally expects in Singapore. Once inside and seated at one of the high bar tables, you are quickly surrounded by a gaggle of quite attractive Filipina girls, who do their best to charm you. Their objective in life is simply to make sure that you buy yourself as many drinks as possible at somewhat inflated prices, and buy them lady drinks at rip-off prices. They achieve this though the usual array of tricks employed by bar girls the world over. However, as my friend was quick to point out, they are not for sale. In fact I have since learned from Mae that most of the girls working at these bars choose to do so because they do not want to get drawn into the P4P scene found in other types of establishment. That said, these girls are generally over in Singapore for several weeks at a stretch, and they are not exactly shy virgins. Also, the pay they get for their karaoke bar work is pitiful and it can be hard for them to do much more than cover their return air fare and living expenses. As a consequence, they are perfectly amenable to signing up as ‘girl friends’ with any guest who they take a fancy to. Only in their case they are often hoping to find a kind sugar daddy that will lift them out of their grinding poverty at home (same same Thailand!)

In fact I did not meet Mae during this initial encounter with the wonderful world of Duxton Hill, and it was not until I did a return visit a few weeks later with another colleague that she first came to my table. I have to admit to being fairly smitten on that occasion, and towards the end of a very pleasant evening, I suggested in a jokey sort of way that she might like to be my girlfriend in Singapore. She readily agreed to this suggestion and seemed to take it more seriously than I had actually intended. I was heading back home from Singapore the next day and so did not have the chance to pursue this avenue any further at that time.

Back home, I kept up an e-mail correspondence with Mae and got to know a far bit about her and her family. On my next visit to Singapore a month later, I met up with Mae again in her bar and stayed until the end of her shift. She was keen to take a taxi with me back to my hotel, and once there, she seemed to assume that bed sports were called for. Who was I to argue? From that point on she became my Singapore ‘girl friend’ and, within the constraints of her work schedule, we did the normal dating stuff.

Photo: Mae


Meanwhile, back to the present trip report:
In the evening we met up at the Insomnia bar in Chijmes, a popular, if somewhat touristy, restaurant and bar complex in downtown Singapore. We treated ourselves to Singapore Sling cocktails and a beer or two before heading down to one of the steak restaurants in Fountains Court (not sure which one, they’re all much the same). After a very adequate meal, I suggested to Mae that I show her some of the night life in Singapore that she had not already experienced, meaning the OT scene. She was more than happy to go along with this suggestion. We headed for Harry’s Bar, but found that the band was not on stage when we arrived, so we moved across to the main part of OT and entered the Ipanema bar. This is probably one of the top two bars in OT, and was in full swing when we arrived. We had a drink and danced for a bit while I discretely assessed the FL scene. There was plenty of spare talent on display, and certainly several that I would have happily shared my bed with that night if I had not already got something lined up in that department.

Back to Harry’s Bar, where the band was now playing. The FL talent on display was the hottest I had ever seen in this bar – not that this is saying much. Then I saw the delectable Dang across the other side of the bar, and she gave me a knowing wink. Dammit! Another opportunity missed.

Finally we headed back to OT main block and to the Crazy Horse bar on the 4th floor. Mae was intrigued to see the katoeys I had been telling her about earlier in the evening. The bar lived up to my earlier recollections and there was a stunning array of ‘ladies’ strutting their stuff. Mae was certainly most impressed by how attractive they were. They were also very quick off the mark. No sooner had Mae gone outside to the toilet, that one of them was sitting on my lap and inviting me to feel her tits (which were admittedly most impressive) and to run my hands up her legs. Although I am not particularly into this sort of thing (contrary to the impression readers of the Icarus UK Road-test report may have gained), I went along with it. I was intrigued to discover that (a) she was wearing no underwear, (b) she was definitely post-op and (c) there appeared to be a serviceable pussy down there. Presumably this was precisely her intention. Luckily Mae came back in before things got too serious and my ‘girl’ slunk away looking slightly pissed off.

Our night’s entertainment over, we took the short walk back to the Marriott hotel. When I opened the door to my room and turned on the lights, the first thing I saw was a handbag sitting on the desk. Surely Da had not left this behind when she cleared off that morning? Turns out she had not, because the next thing I saw was the sleeping figure of Da in my bed! How the fuck had she got back in? Embarrassed does not come close to describing how I felt at that moment. How was I going to explain this to Mae without getting myself into deep shit? My only options seemed to be: (a) make a scene and chuck Da out, possibly with the assistance of hotel security, or (b) try to play it down as being no big deal. I opted for the low key approach, and explained quietly to Mae that I was surprised that there was a girl in the bed, and was really sorry if this had screwed up the evening for her. Mae was really great about it and did not seem as disconcerted as I was. Thankfully the fact that my room had two double beds came to our rescue – the thought of a threesome in the same bed with a sleeping participant would not have been a great turn on. We got ready for bed, slipped under the covers, and got reacquainted with each other (remember, this was the first time I had seen her for almost a year). I personally felt no need to show any consideration for the sleeping Da as she had really screwed things up for me, so I was not going to keep the noise levels down on her account. I wasn’t so sure whether Mae would feel the same. As it turned out, she put on a first rate performance, and was soon bouncing around on top of me with the volume turned up loud. In fact she surprised me that night as I had never really rated her performance that highly before. On this occasion she certainly excelled herself, going through pretty much the whole porno repertoire. We finally fell asleep, both thoroughly satisfied.

The following morning, Mae woke me and we enjoyed another equally spirited session while Da slept on in the next bed. I had to go into the office that day before departing later in the afternoon for Batam, so a long lie-in was not on the agenda. While we got ourselves showered and dressed, Da gradually emerged from her hibernation, at which point there was the rather bizarre experience of having the two girls introduce themselves to each other. While Mae was in the bathroom I told Da how pissed off I was with her and asked how she had managed to get back into the room. It turns out that she pulled basically the same trick as the day before. She hung around in the corridor until she saw the maid making up the room, then she walked in as if she owned the place. The maid did what she was supposed to do, which is to ask for the guest’s key card and then use it to replace their master key card in the wall slot. Da had given the maid her MRT card, or something similar, and the maid had slipped this into the slot without apparently checking that it was a valid key card, possibly because she recognised Da from the day before and assumed that she was a valid guest. I did consider whether I should raise the matter with Marriott’s hotel security but decided against it as it might have proved rather time consuming.

Finally, I checked out and the three of us left the hotel. Da seemed determined to stick to me like a leech and the only way I could finally get rid of her was to invite Mae to join me in my taxi to the office, leaving Da standing at the hotel lobby. I had mixed feelings about leaving Da. She had been reasonably company, had been very capable in bed, and her personality had initially seemed OK. I was still angry with her for overstaying her welcome and potentially almost ruining my night with Mae, but I also felt slightly sorry for her and the fact that she was so desperate to hang on to a paying customer at all costs that she was prepared to shed all dignity by behaving the way that she had. Needless to say, I would not be adding Da to my Singapore ‘girl friend’ pool.

But enough of Singapore and Da! Batam was beckoning!

Wacky, yet interesting start to the trip report. Enjoyable read, anxious to see what happens next.

"Of course, every pool suffers from leakage and needs to be topped up now and then. My Singapore pool had dropped to precisely one girl "

great read, reports like yours spurs me to venture to these locations.

My goodness, you've got nerves of steel; that Mae/Da encounter could have gone way wrong. I'm glad it had a happy ending.