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“May I come in?” she asked in that sultry French accent again. I simply nodded and stepped back, trying to hide the gun behind the folds of my robe.

She walked past me and into the room heading for the sofa. I watched her firm bunched calves undulate. She was short, but a pair of 3-inch heels brought her up to a perfect height.

Elegantly she turned and settled herself on the cushions, crossing her legs smoothly in a way that showed breeding.”

RELIABLE IN JAKARTA

“Sabrinah moved with careful catwalk steps to the head of the pool.

It was a strong unblemished body, trim double-orbed buttocks, adamantine legs, a stomach flat as the Dutch countryside, and breasts which would make for a decent handful.

Her skin was an even mahogany colour.”

RELIABLE IN HONG KONG; IN PHNOM PENH

“I slowly let my eyes rove around the room, stopping briefly when I saw something that I liked.

There wasn’t much that I didn’t like. I didn’t see her approach until she was standing right next to me, all almond eyes, crimson lipstick, skin the colour of bullion bars and enveloped in an atmosphere of Calvin Klein that gave me a pure pain of longing in my lower abdomen”

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“I’d noticed something far more interesting at the other end of the room: she had jet black hair that fell to her shoulders and marvellously expressive almond brown eyes.

Her lips were that classic Chanel ruby red and there was a slight cleavage in her little black dress which emphasised an apparently perfect pair of breasts.”

RELIABLE IN NEW YORK

“She was popping a stuffed olive between her cherry red lips as I approached.

She was wearing a red jersey dress that clung to her hips like an alcoholic to the last bottle of vodka in the drinks’ cabinet. This time she had chosen gold accessories that matched her hair.

She smiled like a cat courting a canary.”

RELIABLE IN LONDON

“I turned to find a Chinese face beside me. It was attached to a long leggy body wearing a well-tailored pantsuit paired with a V-neck silk blouse that was surprisingly well filled. Her symmetrical features were framed by wavy shoulder-length hair that seemed to shimmer under the flashing disco lights.

She had large oval eyes which were sparkling back at me like a cat’s and she was licking her lips as she drank some exotic syrupy cocktail through a straw.”

RELIABLE IN JAKARTA

“Juan Rodriguez had been right when he called Pamela a special girl. She was not the sort of girl one lost and forgot easily with a shrug of the shoulder. There had been plenty of those in the last ten years. She was pretty in a fresh-faced Asian way.

She was a graceful Singapore Girl, but her personality was natural, not a product of the ‘Smile School’ where SIA taught its air hostesses how to carry its banner.”

RELIABLE IN HONG KONG; IN NEW YORK;

IN ZURICH

“Nuhm came down from the house, sashaying her young Thai body like the Girl from Ipanema.

I watched her with pleasure, and it gave her pleasure to see I was watching her.

She was tall, with a wonderful firm rump and legs that went all the way up to her armpits. Her long black hair was tied up in a bun which made her look like Nefertiti, the Egyptian princess.

She wore a simple white dress over a two-piece pink swimsuit that glowed through the thin fabric.”

RELIABLE IN JAKARTA; IN NEW YORK;

IN HONG KONG

“I’m a nice girl and I choose when and with whom I fall into bed.”

Her expression was fierce – asserting her independence – but softened as she reached over for me with her good arm.

“But you’re not such a bad looking fellow and I think I could get used to seeing you more often.”

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“Angel gave me a coy smile and a friendly wave.

She wore a tight pair of black Armani jeans and a matching shirt. Her hair was cut short like a boy’s and a thin gold chain encircled a shapely neck.

There was something compact about her. She was perfectly formed and coiled tight like the spring in a Swiss pocket watch.”

RELIABLE IN LONDON

“She was petite, with shoulder-length black hair worn in a ponytail. She had a flawless oval-shaped face and a trim figure wrapped up in a tight little black dress that left her shoulders bare.

Some fabric was creatively missing at the front of her dress, permitting me to see the forceful thrust of her breasts as she moved to the music. She was neither Chinese nor European, but that perfect blend of East and West, an exquisite Eurasian.

The future of Hong Kong.”

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“She was about 5’8” and had an almond face with a high forehead and a long nose. Her skin was honey in the disco lights with a slight sheen of sweat as she moved to Mr. Loverman by Shabba Ranks. She was wearing a wine-red Hansa dress that looked as if she’d pulled tubi-grip over her head.

Every contour of her body was visible and there was no way she could be wearing anything else, so tight was the elasticated material which started just above the curve of her breasts and ended two inches below her crotch. Her legs were long and slim. She swayed hypnotically and from time to time a sweet smile played on her lips. I was watching her so intently I’d stopped drinking my beer. “