Who dares wake me from my slumber?

My phone rang at 6.24am.

A man's voice. English accent. It took me a few seconds before his words started to register in my head.

I dunno what got into me that morning. Firstly, I don't even wake up that early. Secondly, I seldom answer calls from the phone, I only use it to sms. Thirdly, I don't do last minute bookings - need time to screen the bookings for safety purposes.

But there was just something about the spontaneity of this call that made me sit up and felt challenged.

One hour later, I was at the lobby of the Regis... again.

Twice in a week, huh? Not too shabby at all. These boys are spoiling me silly. Hahhaha. Did somebody say Hotel 81? What's that? *lol* Just kidding. You can stop rolling your eyes now.

(Not so) fresh out of London, especially not after a 14-hr flight, the guy just touched down at 5am and already looking for a shag. I was a little (just a little) surprised when I saw him. At a glance he looked like Val Kilmer, but in a more 'were-wolfy' kinda way especially with unshaven look, thin lips and long 'Kurt Cobain' hair. Hard to believe that he's a businessman, looks more like a drunken rock-star to me...

Perhaps its the curse of the Regis, the sex was (again) unmemorable and better still, fast. I was in and out within 20 minutes. Full-price. He cummed in 10minutes, and I took another 10 minutes to zip myself back up and touch up my makeup.

Instead of hangin around in line for a cab, I decided to take on Orchard Road by foot, on 5-inch heels. At 8 in the morning, when people were out on their way to work, I was just done.

xoxo

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Rags to Regis

Second booking of the year - St. Regis.

Like finallllyyyyyyy.

Nothing much to say about the sex though. At times I thought, perhaps it would have been better if I had hold out a lttle longer, till a more ideal client comes along with a Regis booking. Now when I think back of the place, I'm just reminded of a very 'bleuurrggghhh' experience. But at least, I've got the Regis checked off my 'To-Do' List.

The room wasn't as grand as I imagined it would be. Needless to say, I was dressed to the nines for this booking but being in Singapore and with its people who have no sense of occasion nor dressing, I still found myself caught in the elevator with a bunch of local guys clad in t-shirt, bermudas and slippers. SLIPPERSSSS, mind you!!! Is there a beach party I didn't know about? Pfftttt. And there I was in my 5-inch 'fuck-me' heels.

We had some wine and I gave it another chance. This time it tasted nicer. Its called - Chateau Rocs De Marchand, Montagne St Emilion. Can anyone tell me if its suppose to be good? Cos I know naughts about wine. Enjoyed it though...

The client was far from perfect. So in these kind of situation, I will have to call in my backup (in my head... like in a game show). For the pass few not so enjoyable 'dates', I've been 'using' the image/ visual/ idea of this bloke and it has pulled me through a couple of bleuurrggghhh sexperiences.

Divian... Divian... Divian Nair... I think its his sexy deep voice, or is it his boyish innocence. I used to listen to him (oh he's a radio jock in Singapore - 98.7fm btw) every morning when he partnered with Vanessa Fernandez. But after Van left, the show has kinda lost its wit and zany-ness, so I just sleep in till noon.

So yeah, that's my confession, and probably a sex-tip for you too.

For me, if the client is not 'performing', boring, or just plain gross, I will summon my Divian Nair and do a mental substituition. Yummmyyy...

xoxo.

p.s: Got my period today. Phew. Which means, I will be taking a break/ breather this week. Hopfully the coast clears up soon enough before my next booking at the Fullerton. *Double Yummmyyyy*

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