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Mazlan great pimp and independent Russian escort in Kuala Lumpur

With blood boiling in his loins but his heart feeling as though it’s shrinking at the same time, Mazlan sighs in resignation and fishes out his wallet to make the payment. Nikolai and the short man leave the room. Mazlan emerges an hour later, thumping his lumbar vertebra with his fist.

Hardly has a month passed when he seeks out another two Russian-escort agencies from the Internet. The arrangement is similar. He goes to Malaysian Hotel in Ampang Road, and dispatches a text message from the lobby. A Russian guy approaches him and tries to usher him to the lift but he remains glued to his seat. From his pocket, he pulls out a folded piece of paper and unfolds it. It is a colour printout of the escort he has booked.

‘This is the escort I want,’ he says. ‘Her name’s Agnessa. If the girl in the room’s different or older than in this picture, I will not accept her. You understand?’ His eyes shine like steel, his voice is ruthless.

The pimp’s face turns ashen. ‘Let me re-confirm,’ he says and takes out his handphone. He says something in Russian. Then to Mazlan, he says, ‘Sorry, Agnessa’s gone to see a doctor. She just left the hotel ten minutes ago. She has stomach pain, ate spicy food yesterday. I have three other women. You can come up and choose which one you want.’

Mazlan gets up and walks away. Sitting in his car in the carpark, he phones a different agency to inform them of his impending arrival and drives away. In a hotel at Changkat Bukit Bintang, a Russian hustler takes him to a room filled with a bouquet of Russian roses for his scrutiny and picking, and he enjoys an hour of carnal entwinement with a voluptuous blonde.

Several evenings later, Mazlan keys in "independent social escort" and uncovers a few advertisements.

Several pictures of a brown-skinned girl, who calls herself Latifah, appear in a blog. Her eyebrows have been plucked and drawn at a rakish angle, her symmetrical lips are sealed in an expression of coquettishness, and her wide-spaced eyes are heavily made-up. She charges RM500 for a short session, and claims to be a Formula 1 Grid Girl.

He emails her for an appointment and her reply requests for his age, race and cell phone number. He complies and receives a request for a fifty percent deposit to be banked into her account. She also reveals her cell phone number.

Mazlan calls. ‘Hello, Latifah?’

‘Yes, I am. You’re Mazlan?’

‘Yah. Why do you need a deposit?’

Mazlan great pimp and independent Russian escort in Kuala Lumpur

‘Someone played a prank on me before.’ Her euphonious voice stirs Mazlan’s heart. ‘Made appointment but he didn’t show up. If you’re serious, I want a deposit. I guarantee I’m the girl in the blog.’

Mazlan banks in the payment, and on the appointed day, he receives a text message instructing him to go to a room in a two-star hotel in Bukit Bintang.

When Mazlan knocks on the door, a bearded European with a receding hairline appears. ‘Yes? Who are you looking for?’

‘Er – is there a Latifah here?’

‘No, no. I’m alone.’ The man, reeking of beer, shuts the door.

Maybe Latifah has given him the wrong room number? Sitting in the lobby, he calls Latifah’s cell phone but all he hears is a busy tone. He tries five more times, at ten-minute intervals. The phone is switched off.

As Mazlan ends his tale, he picks up a stick of hot satay and bites off a piece of chicken.

‘Can this be a police case?’ I ask, peeling off the wrapping of a rice cake. ‘You have her real name and the bank receipt for the deposit.’

‘This is an illegal transaction. I’ll implicate myself.’ He spears a slice of cucumber and pops it into his mouth. ‘I just have to be more careful next time.’

‘How long have you been escorting?’ I ask and slurp my hot cappucino.

‘I started freelancing two years ago,’ says Esad (not his real name), a foreigner studying in a local college. ‘You see, my scholarship’s not sufficient to cover my expenses. My father doesn’t send me much. My budget’s damn tight. The escorting income helps me a lot as I like to go clubbing.’ He has a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows, and is wearing brown pants and a collared t-shirt.

Mazlan great pimp and independent Russian escort in Kuala Lumpur

I discovered Esad on maleescort.directory.com. I wrote to ten escorts in the website to request for interviews. Only Esad replied and we agreed to lunch at a cafe in Lot 10 shopping mall.

‘Compared to other escorts, your rate’s only thirty U.S. per hour. Others are charging two or three times more. Why?’

‘You see, that’s my basic fee, just for sex.’ He cuts the fish fillet on his plate, and spoons a piece into his mouth. ‘For other services like dominance, submission, bondage and stripping, I charge extra.’

‘Do you enjoy your work?’

‘Are you crazy?’ he answers in an incredulous schoolboy’s tone. ‘Most of my clients are old enough to be my mother. I’ve heard of other gigolos getting younger clients, but I’ve not been so lucky. Maybe they were exaggerating.’

I crush a piece of toast layered with kaya and butter between my teeth. ‘What’s their age range?’

He laughs, exposing a red throat and uncountable white teeth. ‘Mostly forties and fifties. A few are younger, in their thirties.’

‘Are they local women or foreigners?’

‘Mainly local, a few are female tourists travelling alone.’

‘Their marital status?’ I sweep tiny toast crumbs with my palm to the floor.

Mazlan great pimp and independent Russian escort in Kuala Lumpur

‘Married mostly, but husbands too busy to satisfy them or already impotent.’

‘Ever met with any trouble with a client’s husband?’

‘Touch wood, never. The closest was a mobile call when my client and I were being intimate. Her handphone was on the bedside table. When she saw who the caller was on the screen, she leapt up from the bed and asked me to switch off the TV. She rushed to the bathroom to answer the call.’

‘Do you practise safe sex?’

‘Of course. I always use condoms and dental dams.’

‘Where do you meet your clients?’

‘Local women often meet me in hotel restaurants. Outskirt areas like Puchong, Cheras, Kepong, Damansara Permai. You see, discretion is important to them. That’s when they evaluate me. They’d ask questions about my services. We also chit-chat a bit to see if she likes my personality. If a deal’s not possible, she pays for my taxi fare. Occasionally, a few clients who are travelling alone on business or holiday will stay in the city centre. But these are often outstation clients.’

‘How many customers do you see per week?’

‘Business is quite irregular. On certain months, I get three or four clients. Sometimes, none at all.’

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Mazlan great pimp and independent Russian escort in Kuala Lumpur
Mazlan great pimp and independent Russian escort in Kuala Lumpur
Mazlan great pimp and independent Russian escort in Kuala Lumpur
Mazlan great pimp and independent Russian escort in Kuala Lumpur

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Several pictures of a brown-skinned girl, who calls herself Latifah, appear in a blog. Her eyebrows have been plucked and drawn at a rakish angle, her symmetrical lips are sealed in an expression of coquettishness, and her wide-spaced eyes are heavily made-up. She charges RM500 for a short session, and claims to be a Formula 1 Grid Girl.

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