A Brothel Visit

Standing on the sidewalk outside the Lychee Garden brothel, Eric was filled with a sense of anticipation. An overweight, friendless, black, American man who was still a virgin at age 32, he had chosen to splurge after his early retirement, spending thousands of dollars on a week&h;long (actually five days plus two 24&h;hour airplane rides) trip to Melbourne, Australia, where brothels were legal. Now he would have his first sexual encounter—not just with any random prostitute, but with a “jade&h;like beauty”. (He disliked having a sexual preference for East Asians, but he wasn&a;t about to deny the existence of that preference, so he had picked a brothel specifically advertised as Asian.) He hoped it would be more enjoyable than masturbation.

As he walked into the building, he was greeted by an East Asian receptionist. He was bad at judging ages, but he guessed she was around 50 years old, though still reasonably attractive. “Welcome to the Lychee Garden. How can I help you?”

“I would like a twenty&h;minute session, please,” Eric responded as he approached the desk.

“No problem.” The receptionist typed something on her computer and rose from her seat. “Just follow me. Three to five ladies will be with you shortly, and then you can tell me which one you like. The price for standard service is a hundred and twenty dollars.” That was Australian dollars, Eric reminded himself, so only eighty US dollars. “If you&a;d like a special ‘girlfriend experience’ service beyond the standard, you can ask the ladies about that.”

Eric followed the receptionist from the foyer to a larger, interior room, and sat on a padded folding chair as the receptionist returned to her post. As he twiddled his thumbs, his imagination ran wild. Would the prostitutes be as hot as the brothel&a;s online photos showed? Or was it all false advertising?

Finally, a door on the other side of the room opened, and through it walked—what else?—a hot Asian woman. Eric assumed she was around 20. She was skinny, with small breasts, wearing a tight orange shirt with blue stripes and a tight pair of jeans. Her shirt&a;s neckline was low enough to show off some kind of lace underwear. Her hair was shoulder-length, and her shoes just ordinary sneakers. Smiling, she walked up to Eric (who already could feel his penis stirring), did a quick twirl, and bowed before speaking. “Hello! I&a;m Lisa. Special service is an extra hundred.” She winked and retreated.

The second woman was a bit older. Eric guessed she was 35. She had on some kind of black latex&h;and&h;fishnet getup, tight enough to accentuate her medium&h;sized breasts, plus high heels. Her hair fell down to her breasts. She wore a neutral demeanor, and smiled tightly as she approached. “I am Amane. Special service is an extra eighty dollars.” She bowed and retreated.

The third woman seemed to be around 25, with shoulder&h;length hair. She showed off her larger breasts and skinny midriff with a small blue side&h;tie bikini that sat low on her hips. She approached (stepping hard enough to make her breasts jiggle), smiled, and bowed, holding the pose a bit long to give Eric a good look at her cleavage. “Hello. I&a;m Kana. I don&a;t offer special service.” And she retreated as well.

A few minutes later, the receptionist returned. “Have you made your choice?”

“I would like Kana, please,” replied Eric. He had often fantasized about skinny women in bikinis, and Kana seemed like a perfect match. He pulled out his wallet and counted out a hundred and twenty Australian dollars in bills.

“Great! Follow me to Kana&a;s room.” The receptionist took the money and led Eric down a hallway and up to a numbered door. “You&a;ll have to take a five-minute shower, and then your twenty minutes with Kana will start. A condom is provided.”

Eric took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked through. Kana was seated on a bed, which Eric assumed to be king&h;size. She gave a winning smile and extended her arm toward another open doorway, through which a shower stall could be seen.

Eric gave a tight smile back, scurried into the bathroom, shed his khaki shorts, bright green polo shirt, and underwear, and took a quick shower. His erection was raging by the time he was done. He put his underwear back on and returned to the bedroom, now noting the large electronic clock that was mounted above the door to the hallway.

As he entered, Kana (still wearing her bikini) stood up, walked up to him, and bowed again. “Thank you for choosing me, sir. What kind of sex would you like?” She gently took his hand and placed a condom into it.

Eric was momentarily overwhelmed by the nearness of this beauty, but managed to collect himself after blinking a few times. “Uh, for now just lie back on the bed, with your legs hanging off of it.”

“Okay.” As directed, Kana lay back on the bed and let her legs dangle. Eric quickly put on the condom (he had practiced how to do it at the hotel), walked between Kana&a;s legs, and took a few seconds to marvel at her hotness—how her hip bones were visible above her bikini bottom, and how her breasts filled out her bikini top.

Finally, Eric (swallowing nervously) untied the woman&a;s bikini bottom and peeled it down. Her pubic area was shaved. Her vagina wasn&a;t quite the outer&h;labia&h;only affair that Eric had seen in many photos (and personally found somewhat weird&h;looking); rather, he could see the inner labia peeking out. She was already wet. Eric assumed that she had prepared herself with a finger while he was in the shower.

Eric reached down, carefully pulled Kana&a;s legs up to his chest (hoping that the maneuver wasn&a;t hurting her hip joints), and inserted his rubber&h;covered penis into her vagina. It felt warm and a little tight, but of course he couldn&a;t feel the sliminess through the condom.

Eric let go of Kana&a;s legs, grabbed onto her hips, and started thrusting back and forth. He wasn&a;t sure whether it felt any better than masturbation, but the view of her breasts jiggling and the feel of her hips and ass certainly were nice.

After a few minutes of this, Eric had to admit that he was feeling a little eager for it to end. While masturbating, he would be able to flip through images of hundreds of different women. But here, in real life, he had only a single woman to look at.

Just for some variety, he withdrew from Kana&a;s vagina, and told her, “Now flip over.” The woman obliged, letting her legs drop and presenting her ass to Eric. Eric grabbed her round buttcheeks, guided his penis into her vagina once more, and resumed thrusting.

Finally, Eric felt his orgasm approaching, and tried thrusting a little faster. He groaned as his semen filled the tip of the condom. It was a good orgasm—on the high end of what he typically could expect from masturbation, but he would hesitate to call it anything special.

After a few seconds of standing there, contemplating and breathing heavily, he pulled out, giving a parting rub to Kana&a;s round buttocks.

The woman flipped over again and smiled at him. “Will that be all, sir?”

“Just one more thing, I guess,” Eric replied, as he pulled off the condom and threw it into a small trash can that stood in a corner of the room. “Stand up.”

The woman stood up. Eric walked up to her, untied her bikini top, and removed it, revealing her large breasts. He looked carefully at them. They were neither unrealistically gravity&h;defying nor distastefully drooping like pancakes. Rather, they sagged in a realistic manner, with the lower edge of each breast about level with the lower edge of that breast&a;s connection to the torso proper, or maybe half an inch lower. He reached out to squeeze and rub one gently. It was soft and supple, just as her ass had been.

Reluctantly, he stepped back. “I guess that&a;s it. Thanks for the experience. You can call the receptionist.”

The woman smiled, bowed, retrieved her phone, and tapped on it for a few seconds as Eric put his shirt and pants back on.

The receptionist soon came to guide him back to the foyer. “Thank you for visiting Lychee Garden. Did you have a good time?”

“Yes, it was great, thanks.”

“I&a;m glad to hear it. See you again soon!”

Eric walked back into the sunlight, still trying to decide whether the sex session had been worth the money and whether he would continue with his plan of making another nine brothel visits during the remaining 4.5 days of his sojourn in Melbourne.