First time…

I have come to the conclusion that there is not a man alive who will willingly admit that he has been a customer at some God-damned brothel or other, somewhere in the universe… No one, it seems, has had that unique experience of waiting their turn at Madame Mitchelle’s. “Just down the road, first on the left, house with the green roof and red light at the doorway.”

Because of this, I am about to open the flood gates… .and tell all. At 91 years of age, and of sound mind and limb (apart from a few intimate discrepancies), I have decided to divulge to you the most intimate details of one of man’s most-treasured experiences. The wicked woman, or a one on one with the ladies of the night…
I was young, a soldier in the British Army and far from home. Singapore may jog a memory or two, and I was holed up in a barracks full of men… Not a woman in sight for months… not a whiff of femininity nor the allure of Madame Roché perfume wafting on the breeze. Those naughty thoughts and sleepless nights could easily drive a man to drink, for we all underestimate the power of sexual appeal…

Naturally I had heard of Madame Mitchelle’s establishment, “Just down the road, first on the left, house with the green roof and the red light at the doorway.” The name was bandied about in the corporals mess, where I dined most nights.

“Ask for Suzy Mei, she is knock-down gorgeous, tits like watermelons and a booty that can only shake like jelly.” I hardly ever took notice, although the urge to satisfy my curiosity grew hourly. I really did wonder what these girls were like in real life, and not purely as a figment of the imagination. One hot and humid evening, I found I was unable to resist temptation. I finally turned my back on the smoke-filled games room of the corporals mess, and headed downtown, towards the twinkling lights of the city that never sleeps.

Where was it now? Ah yes, “Just down the road, first on the left, house with the green roof and the red light at the doorway.”  Several servicemen stood at the doorway outside. They were arguing about the price difference between “Short time” and “Long time” and I couldn’t really help them since this was without doubt a “first time” event for this squaddy.

Feeling the urge mounting up from my boots I pushed passed the squabbling men and entered the portals of Madame Mitchelle’s establishment. I was shocked by the sudden coolness in the room as I closed the door behind me. They had air conditioning! Dammit, I was in heaven already. Music was playing somewhere in the back where I spied five, maybe 10 scantily clad young maidens (pardon the pun). But ahead of me was Madame Mitchelle herself, in all her glory, with rings, bangles and beads, scarlet evening gown and the most gigantic breasts I had ever seen…

She sat at her mahogany desk and smiled, “Hello stranger, how can I help you this evening?” Her voice deep and husky, and seemed to match her trade. My legs turned instantly to jelly. My mouth dried out like a shammy leather cloth, and I became speechless for several seconds. “Er… I… Er…” I began. “This must be your first time, right? The madame asked. That helped a lot. “Er, yes it is my first time, I`ve never…”

Madame Mitchelle then did the most extraordinary thing, she took my hand in hers. Warm and friendly, intimate perhaps in some strange way, I seemed to connect with her immediately. “I have just the girl for you, it’s her first time too,” she said patting my hand gently. “Twenty dollars short time… because this is your first time.” I managed to nod my head, and felt my heart was fair exploding in my chest.

“Sue Ling.” She called. I will never forget her name for as long as I live… Sue Ling appeared from behind a ceiling-to-floor pink gossamer curtain. No more than 15 or 16 years old, she was Chinese and knock-down beautiful. She wore a green-and-gold silk kimono, and that was all. Taking my hand, she led the way upstairs to her room, while I shivered with expectancy and followed her footsteps up the rickety stairs.

At the third room on the left, she turned to me, “What is your name?” “Geoffrey,” I said smiling. Was this really happening? Opening the door, I walked through and into a small dingy antichamber. Sue Ling dropped the silk kimono from her shoulders as she closed the door. “You take tea please?” she asked. She was completely naked, Her youthful and flawless body combined with her gorgeous smile and perfect face, plus her short bobbed hair had me immediately floored.  “Yes, I will take tea.” I replied.

We sat opposite each other across a rickety table, the smell of joss sticks tainted the already fetid air, and I stared long and hard at her exquisite body, before she said softly, “Come, we must love now, you go prepare in room.” I drew the curtain aside and glanced around . A bed with dingy-looking sheets, a table, a box of condoms and a chair…
All thoughts regarding the general purpose of my visit had disappeared, I stepped out of the room, Sue Ling`s eager and happy face smiled at me, “You like?”

“Could I… just hold you?” I asked apologetically. We stood in front of the open window, and I remember the rain splattered my back as I held Sue Ling`s lithe young body close to me. Eyes closed, I knew I was close to heaven in those few short moments. I pushed a fifty dollar note into her hand and kissed her on her cheek. My army boots clattered down the stairway, to where I confronted Madame Mitchelle.

“You have good first time?” By this time, I was literally floating on air. “Best first time ever!”