An Extraordinary Life

Chapter 8 - An angel on earth to rescue me

After working there for six months, I met my angel, Mr. J. He was nice, well-educated, and in his fifties. He came to me because his usual hostess was absent. He casually asked, "How long have you been working here and why?"

I told him my story. Then something that only happened in movies happened to me!

He believed in me and said, "If I support you and help find you an office job, will you quit this one?"

I didn't know whether to trust this very kind stranger but I said, "I'd like to go back to the office instead of just earning enough money here to survive." He saved me from rotting there without making good money. I accepted his offer and quit the job with enough money to live on.

He didn't ask much of me and took me out to nice hotels and restaurants for nice chats and food. I'd repay him with sex at his uncle's place in a prestigious area sometimes. One night he called me while I was out. I refused to see him, telling him, "I had no make-up on." (Ever since I worked at the night club, I needed to have my make-up on before going out.)

He said, "You do not need make-up."

After that I started to see him with my face clean and I started to use less make-up. He treated me as an equal and never got angry when I turned him down for sex. He liked telling me successful and unsuccessful stories about himself and I was so happy to listen. He was very smart and invented the first-generation ATM machine. He only saw me when he was around or when I needed the money a few times a year. He gave me a silver fox, a few nice handbags, and a necklace as gifts over the years. He even sent me airplane tickets to visit him in Taiwan twice, once being in business class. He also introduced me to his friends.

He was a chain smoker and heavy drinker and these caused him to have a bypass operation a few years later. After that, I always worried about his health and started to refuse to have sex with him as I was really afraid he would die on me. But actually that was half of my excuse. I didn't want to say that he was old, fat, and unattractive. He came from a rich family with his wife and children living in North America. He was closing down his business after losing a few million dollars. He didn't care about spending a little more to help me out though.

Our relationship lasted on and off for almost seven years before he went back home and settled down. I did call him once to ask for his wise opinion about my second marriage's problems when our family immigrated to his country. It seemed inconvenient to call him again so I never did. I will forever thank him for his kindness to me. I was so lucky to have him in my life and I hope he is enjoying his retirement with good health.

One night I almost had a threesome experience with Mr. Y and Mr. C. I bought a nice bottle of Gordon Bleu to Mr. C's place, with Mr. Y waiting there too. We drank and drank and became closer and closer. Both guys kissed and touched me but it ended up with Mr. Y and me making love. They were both drunk but I wasn't because, as you know, I could not drink enough to get drunk. Anyway, it was nice to know that Mr. Y was straight.

My boyfriend Mr. Y and me, and Mr. C and his partner, moved into a three-bedroom flat. A couple of months later, Mr. C and I started to work in a disco as DJ and PR. The nature of my job was very similar to the night club, which was to do my best by any means to keep customers coming. The pay was also similar but we had a lot of good times there doing shows and meeting beautiful famous people, like movie stars. I even met my idol "the prince of the students." He was so handsome and nice. Most importantly, I had the power to go and serve customers by choice instead of waiting and I got to dance all night long.

I met a policeman at Mr. Y's disco who liked me. He came to my disco and danced Jeff with me by throwing me up and down. We got all the attention but sometimes I got hurt when he couldn't hold me tight and would drop me on the floor. His boss also had a crush on me and wanted me to be their weed informant. Of course I refused him. I wasn't going to sell out my friends. I also started to have one-night-stands with some nice customers. Most of them were very handsome.

I met with a mixed, rich, and young designer who asked me out to meet up in a commercial area. He rented a Rolls Royce from a prestigious hotel to pick me up. I froze! I felt so out of place and uncomfortable while sitting inside on the way to the beautiful beach hotel for lunch. The more he told me about his family, the more I felt like I didn't belong. We ended our brief relationship with sex one night at the back door of a hotel. I should have enjoyed that day fully by feeling like a star instead of having negative feelings. Stupid me!

The floor manager was nice but the bartenders were rude and kind of looked down on us, the PR. Our income partly depended on the commission from the drinks bought by the customers. We also smoked weed quite often at the back door and that eventually cost us our jobs about six months later, even though we were good at our jobs.