[Pixs of models for illustration only]
“Who’s
that new GRO I saw talking with Mamasan Lulu?” asks Chow Kah. “Pretty face but
dressed like an officer worker. Must be boring to have her as company.”
Jessica,
seated beside Chow Kah on a leather settee, is leaning forward to drop ice
cubes into mugs with a pair of thongs. Braless, she is displaying lot of dangerous cleavage under her spaghetti strap halter top.
“Don’t
judge a book by its cover,” I say, leaning back on the velvety settee.
“It’s
true,” Hussein says. “Last month, a girl who wears a tudong started work in
my office. Weeks later, her character was revealed. She’s got four boyfriends,
keep four separate handphones for each boyfriend.”
Jessica,
Wati, Hussein and I are tucked in a karaoke room in Hot Legs Nightclub &
Karaoke in KL's Golden Triangle.
Well-endowed
chest encased in a bare-back top, Wati (left pix) adjusts a bra strap. “Exterior clothes
are not important, it’s the lingerie that reveals a girl’s inner self." She
brings Hussein’s mug of Bir Bintang to his lips, who takes a long draw. Then she leans
toward him to lick the froth off his upper lip.
“Like
how?” I ask, grabbing a handful of water melons seeds from a platter on the
coffee table.
Wati
flashes a gaze at me. “A girl’s lingerie reveals her sexuality.” She picks up a
stick of satay. “If she loves to wear sexy panties and bras, she’s highly sexed.
If they’re plain white or plain black, she’s likely to be cold in bed.” She bites
off a piece of beef and starts to chew.
“Has
your theory been tested?” I ask, flitting my gaze to the faces of everybody in
the karaoke roo.
“From
my experience with spa girls, it’s true,” Chow Kah says, taking a sip of Asahi beer. “When a spa girl undresses and
she’s in sexy undergarments, I know I’m in for a good time. If she’s wearing
white bra and panty, I know it’s wham-bam, thank you-ma’am.”
“Yes,
girls who wear sexy panties’re easier to sleep with.” Wati crosses her legs at
the knees. “They’re likely to be over-sexed.” She pulls the hem of her miniskirt
down.
“I've heard this theory before,” Chow Kah says. “But what an experience I
had.” His left hand is entwined around
Jessica’s waist and their bodies are grafted to each other. “At that time,
I was a dating a colleague. She stays alone with her father, her mother had
passed away. I went to her condo to see
what kind of lingerie she wears. I pretended I wanted to smoke and went to the
balcony. To my excitement, I saw a silk, lacy leopard-spot panty with matching
brasserie and another sexy set of frilly undergarments hanging to dry. Full
steam ahead I went to court her. One evening after watching a movie, I drove
her to a lonely spot, stopped in the car park. We chatted and I leaned forward
to kiss her. She slapped me. I was so embarrassed and apologized profusely.
“Tough
luck, end of friendship?” Jessica asks as she pours more beer into Chow Kah's willybecher.
“Lucky,
we remained as friends. Couple weeks later, I cooked up an excuse to go to her
condo again, wanted to double-check what I had seen earlier. This time, I saw
plain cotton bras and ratty panties hanging in the balcony. I couldn’t resist
asking her about the sexy lingerie. ‘Sorry, are those undergarments yours?’ I
asked her. She answered ‘Yes, why you ask?’
"Weeks
ago, I remember having seen frilly panties?
She explained that those frilly panties belonged to her 80-year old grand-mother! Sometimes her grandmother
visited her. That day, her grandmother was sleeping in her room, that’s why I didn’t
see her. My female friend doesn’t wear those sexy stuff.”
“Wow!
An 80-year old woman wearing sexy leopard-print lingerie? ” Wati jerks upright in her seat and tosses her hair back. “Chow
Kah, why don’t you tackle the old woman instead? She’d be an easy lay.”
My
jaw drops.
/end.
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