Marilyn Star of the Night

I have been jobless for eleven months..

And what is even worse than that? That absolutely nothing happened in the past eleven months. Zilch. Fucking fuck all. I wasted my life.

Feel totally lost and out of place living here, that bit of reverse culture shock has however subsided.

About the only thing i might remember happening was that night-out in KL. Needless to say, that was the first time in eleven months that I have had any social activity, first time in 11 months that I have drunk any alcohol, and first time in more than a year that Ive had any sexual encounter. I mean..wow...that's really fucking sad.

I had an invitation from Jenny to join her at a bar. although i was reluctant at first, for some reason i ended up going there. She told me she had a friend, Marilyn, who was pretty and a party animal who was recently single, and suggested a prank where I pretended to be some big shot foreign businessman to see how she might react.

So with Marilyn, I put on my best foreign accent and told countless bullshit, and true enough she reacted positively. Only problem was, I started finding her irresistable. Never thought that Jenny could have a friend this gorgeous! Yeah, she did look a sexy foxy tramp but she also looked like a woman any man secretly desires to fuck wildly. Her sweet smile, slim petite frame and orangy hair made her look like the singer from the Taiwanese band F.I.R. - Faye Chan - whom i have only recently discovered and kinda had a crush on. Hot hot hot.



And sexy Marilyn was the star of the night down in that smoky bar in the middle of KL's golden triangle. And I was her dance partner. Everytime i lifted her up to the stage she would dance so seducingly that the stage would be crowded with men googling her - it was unbelievable. We danced and danced the night away and everytime she rub herself against me I felt a cold shiver running down my spine. From a distance I saw Aileen sitting bored, the other few people we were with starting leaving one by one as the night and morning rolled on.

I had to take Marilyn home, i needed to, i wanted to - but i had nowhere nice to sleep that night. All my stuff were at Jenny's place and I couldn't just check in into the five-star hotel I lied to her about.

After much mental torture, heart pounding and sweaty palms i took her hand and walked towards, believe it or not - the ladies washroom. She pretended to be protesting, but only mildly, but i really couldn't control myself anymore.

There's nothing more degrading than when you're consumed by the alcohol you're consuming.

I sat on the bowl and let her straddled me and we tongued and tongued like there was no tommorow. I pulled up her dress and moved down her body, that figure and soft skin and fragrance were driving me insane! Suddenly, a flash stopped me from continuing. A recollection. about some home video i saw on the net once, of a guy fucking his girl in a public loo. I thought, in that moment of drunkenness and passion: fuck! how disgusting can you get! She ain't your fucking whore!

I have absolutely no idea how long we were in that cubicle, she kept whispering sweetly "we need to go. Jenny is waiting" and finally i let her go. Perhaps tomorrow night, in a proper place.. I sat there for a few dizzying moments alone.

As I walked out the toilet, the janitor who had seen us went in nodded sombrely. I looked him up and for some unknown reason gave him a nod and a thumbs up, then walked away thinkin "what the fuck was that for!"

It was past 5 a.m. when we left. I had already lied about flying to HK for some business the next day but thought i might check into a hotel later on. We sent her home and I went over to bunk at Jenny's place. She almost didn't talk to me so i was worried if she might have suspected something about Marilyn and I.

The next morning I thought about my devious plan to get Marilyn to bed but i was so worried about blowing my cover, and also about how this could be such a cruel lie to that poor girl. It was however impossible to contain my passion. I called Marilyn and said i would 'change my flight' and she was keen to meet, even suggesting that she was lying naked on the bed as we spoke.

I thought about how things would have been if I didn't play this acting game, and i could have just had a wonderful time with her without all these bullshit. but now its gotten too complicated. And I risk also spoiling my friendship with Jenny, and appearing like an idiotic scum to Marilyn.

In the end all my plans were thwarted by Jenny who had to take a lot of my time with some nonsense in the afternoon. It was however a relief to realise then that she had suspected nothing. I let everything go and just drove home in the evening. But i still can't forget Marilyn til this day and wonder how i could get back to her and perhaps even coming clean?