Wow, she looks sexy, he thought. Her milky white Asian skin was presented to him of the Chinese minx dressed in black lingere complete with nylon stockings on the computer screen monitor in front of him. I want to fuck that no question and as soon as I can. He moved to the dining table of his unit and grabbed a pen and paper to write down her number that was also on the website. Soon after, after he was getting slowly and impatiently horny, he called her up on the phone to arrange a meeting.

Ringing… ringing… the phone made its usual ringing tone across the receiver until she answered within just over five seconds. She answered by trying to say hello as best as she could with her little knowledge of English.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Sascha?”, he said.

“Yes.”

“I saw your advertisement on the chinesehoes.com website and I would like to come and see you.”

“Okie!”, she answered beaming enthusiasm.

“Whereabouts are you? How much do you charge?”

“Near ghettotown Shantyville at 111 Fake Street and I charge $100 an hour.”

“You can come any time you want.”, she said. Unusual.

“Okay, see you soon!”, he hung up the phone. Of course, her English was terrible, but she knew enough to do her business. She hadn’t been in the country long.

This is it, 111 Fake Street. He looked at the letterbox number and pulled in with his little metallic blue Mitsubishi Mirage.