Name: Wuwi or something, barely caught it
Age: 30s but has some mileage on her I didn't clock until in the room
Where: Genesis Spa
Ethnicity: Malaysian Chinese
Face: 2.5/5
Body: 3/5
Blowjob: 3/5
Horniness: 4/5
Price: 300 MYR for 40 min fuck
WIR: No, this place was quite rundown

I was keen for a bit more pussy on my Malaysia trip, but I was tired as fuck after a night out. I didn't want to go to a club: I can't dance. I thought about saying "that's all" and heading back to my hotel, but I wanted to see if I could find some Indian girls. I did a quick search as to where to find them, and said "tonight, tonight, tonight I will have some!" And then...grab wasn't working. I rode a few trains but was still not near where I needed to be. When you haven't slept well in a few days, the KL metro can be a land of confusion. I decided to just walk back to my hotel and get sleep rather than throwing it all away on some mediocre punt. But then, the lights of a spa name I'd remembered from reading the forum before—Genesis Spa—appeared before me on my walk. It was a sign. Literally.

I had to walk around and circle back to find out the entrance was...well..right out front. I think I was going more towards where the cars can park. It was after midnight. I walked in, and immediately the security man on a rickety stool looked me up and down with an air of recognition and I said to myself "Jesus he knows me." But then he just went back to his smartphone and was escorted to a chair.  The room was rundown and there were men playing billards and some people longuing in chairs, maybe getting a massage. There was a bar with no one at it. This may have been a happening place in some earlier decade.The girls were paraded before me and their ethnicities were called out by a man who offered me water. Thai. Viet. Indo. Chinese. etc. Supper's ready.

One girl, a Malaysian chinese (could be sure she wasn't an illegal alien), had a porny schoolgirl look cultivated well. It was the first time in awhile I'd seen a WG wearing glasses. And not dainty ones but big clear plastic rimmed ones. The kind your grandma might wear, or a pedophile from a procedural cop show. There were a few other options, none of them models. But Wuwi kept making eyes at me. I know what I like.

I paid the man and walked up to the girl. She was at a door into a badly lit stairway.

"Follow you?" I said.

"Follow me." She said.

Down, down, down. There must've been a misunderstanding—I wanted a spa, not a basement from a David Fincher film. But at last we found a room with a circular bed and significant water damage. She sat me in a chair and told me to wait—she got supplies. She gave me a little kiss and beckoned me to follow her into the shower. She stripped down and had a nice little ass and shook it, lamb-like, to coax me in with her. A trick of the tail. Yum.

Now here's where the design choices are just off in the sunked stateroom I found myself in. There was incredibly harsh top lighting which did NOT do this girl any favors in the shower. She was nice and joked with me. She also stroked my cock quite a bit beyond just the wash. When she dropped to her knees and started deepthroating my cock, I knew she had a hold on my heart.

We went to the bed, but I took a quick detour to pick up my clothes from the floor. I'd shed them in a moment of ass-related enthusiasm, but the floor was not clean. Neither were my clothes, but I had a feeling the floor would win this battle of filth, and didn't want to risk some carpet crawlers infesting luggage. I turned around and she was bent over, presenting her ass to me like she wanted me to fuck her from behind. Oh, mama. I love when WGs love cock, when it's not just a job to do. I turned her around and guided her mouth back to my package, and she fellated me with aplomb. I started to get a little enthusiastic and ramming a bit deeper, and she began to gag, taking it all too hard. I apologized and she giggled, but I could tell it was time for coitus. Condom on.

Anyway, the lady lies down on the circular bed and spreads for me. I twisted her like a little pretzel and fucked her six ways from Tuesday. Flipped her doggy and pounded hard. I was in too deep, if that's possible. Deep in the motherlode. She was whelping and darting her eyes back at me like a harlequin. I turned her toward a mirror to watch myself driving the last spike and then I filled the bag.

After the ordeal, we washed off together in the shower like an affectionate couple. I laid for a bit, enjoying the afterglow, while she gave me a shoulder rub.

Then, I left my duchess and climbed back up the stairs, as I felt the invisible touch of her lips around my cock. I passed through the waiting room and into the inky darkness.

Would I return to Genesis Spa?
Nah, it's pretty dingy and the selection wasn't hot enough to keep me coming back.

Did I have a bit of fun in this review with the name of said spa?
Please don't ask.