Love Hotels in China

The Guardian has just run an article about China’s new “Love Hotel” industry. Its interesting to see how fast and far the Chinese culture is changing. In 1989 just 15% of Chinese had engaged in sex before marriage, according to state media. Today more than 70% have. Good for them!

The journalist seems to have a couple of slightly strange perceptions though. Apparently the Japanese have more than 30,000 Love Hotels to “to escape the prying eyes of a deeply conservative society” Really? Hentai anyone? They just have really small (normally shared) apartments and tend to live at home until they get married.

I remember that one motel chain that was popular with London escorts in the 1980s used to have nightclubs in all their hotels and the slogan “eat, meet, sleep” on very large signs outside them. Not quite the same thing, but they did rent rooms by the afternoon, so then again maybe it was. I am sure that more mature London escorts will remember them well!

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Of course, for girls who escort Ibiza clients pretty much every hotel is a love hotel. And I know the same is true for most women who escort Marbella visitors too! But even case-hardened Ibiza escorts are still amazed by what they see “civilians” getting up to in high-end hotels. You would think nothing would shock a professional Ibiza escort, but they are surprised most days by something that a “normal” person gets up to in the name of love or lust.

Obviously leisure and lifestyle locations such as Ibiza, Marbella and the like are very different to major cities such as London. And Western cultures are distinctly different from Asian. But at the end of the day, people are people and sex is sex. Both people and sex come in every imaginable flavour. And people need somewhere that they can have sex without frightening the horses (as we English say – look it up).

London escorts, Marbella escorts, Ibiza escorts. Young girls, mature women, romantic or lustful. At the end of the day we all have our needs. And whether we meet someone in a Chinese love hotel, or invite an Ibiza escort back to the Hard Rock Hotel, when you get right down to it, its pretty much the same.

Getting back to the Guardian article, I did enjoy the apparently sweet attitude of the owners of businesses that are basically used for people to have recreational sex.

tumblr_nqrwvcDpqp1r0gu56o1_540“Sun also shied away from the label “love hotel” despite having named her chain after 37°2 le Matin, a 1985 erotic movie by French director Jean-Jacques Beineix. “Our hotels should be called lovers’ hotels not love hotels,” she said, adding: “We do not offer any sex toys or these kind of things in the rooms.”

China’s nascent love hotel movement still raises eyebrows in some quarters.

Wang said elderly residents of a community next to a Lots of Love hotel in north-east Beijing had taken exception to a recent advertising campaign that featured the slogan: “Extreme passion, extreme romance!”

“They thought it would mislead their children,” Wang recalled. The slogan was changed.

Despite that setback Wang said the future was bright for China’s fledgling love hotel industry. He boasted that in Tianjin motels had caught on to such an extent that parents were now booking rooms for their children.

Each night queues form at the Lots of Love reception, where affection-starved guests can choose from one of 55 themed bedrooms – including Shakespeare’s Room 204 – on an iMac computer.

Before taking a lift upstairs, visitors peruse a cabinet filled with bottles of 399 yuan ($60) pink lambrusco and packets of instant noodles.

“We provide a romantic place for lovers,” said Wang.”

Awww…

Kisses

Ally x

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Two Hours In The Life

So what does a couple of hours in my life look like when I’m managing bookings at high season?

Okay, so it’s 3 AM and I’m sat on my bed with the air conditioning going full blast. My desk lamp is on the night table beside me. Also on the night table the pot of Earl Grey tea in a little china teapot with a cup. Under the bed is my small white dog. Sat beside me on the bed is my marmalade cat.

Much more practical than satin

Much more practical than satin

I am not dressed in silky satin lingerie. Instead I’m wearing my daisy duke shorts and a peasant top. My hair is scrunched up in an untidy ponytail and held firmly in place with a pen. My wedge heels are discarded at the foot of the bed. Not the image of a Madam you expected is it?

My night really started about nine in the evening when a gentleman who I’ve spoken with for almost a week came on and asked if we could provide this service in Cairo. As we haven’t booked a girl with him all week and have negotiated price constantly, I told him that as it happens I cannot provide a service in Cairo.

I do try to help out regular customers all around the world as I have contact with escort girls who travel independently and let me know where they are on their travels, other suppliers and other agencies. Frankly I can and am very happy to help out and put beautiful girls and nice gentleman together.

That gentleman was followed by one of my ladies wanting another lady to join her and her personal client (booked directly with her on a regular basis). That doesn’t happen very often but it’s always very flattering when one of your professional escorts trust you enough to ask you to provide another girl to join her in the service.

How I should probably dress to answer the phone in the early hours

How I should probably dress to answer the phone in the early hours

So in the last thirty minutes I arranged for Jessica to turn up. Jessica has long blonde hair, is cute end petite and will do very well besides Julia who is tall and dark. So that is how my evening started a few hours ago and now it’s 3:30 AM and I’m dealing with potential  clients of all nationalities.

I have a couple who only speak Spanish who would like a bisexual lady to join them. A gentleman who speaks Russian (I think) and his message on WhatsApp says that he is looking for a lady that wants to buy a second hand car! Oh the joys of translation software!  It’s all very well if one of the parties is at least using their first language, but when all parties concerned are using the second or third language to try and negotiate a deal you can imagine how complicated it can get.

I have arranged for a lovely gentleman from Denmark to meet a sweet Ibiza escort girl from Brazil and I’m now talking to a gentleman from Qatar and making arrangements for him and his friend from Saudi Arabia. And I am also back chatting to local Spanish gentlemen and a financial services recruitment consultant on holiday from the UK.

It at this point in the evening that I decided that maybe I be better employed in International relations than running an escort business in Ibiza. But maybe it’s all the same thing really. (Fill in your own gag here)

So why do escorts bring together people of all nations and backgrounds?

So why do escorts bring together people of all nations and backgrounds?

If only we all got on so well in other areas of our lives, life would be so much nicer I think.

It seems the gentleman from Qatar would like to see the Russian girl I sent details of and his friend from Saudi Arabia would like to see a hot Spanish chica. So like some large international game of chess, all the pieces are now in play. I do hope it doesn’t turn into a game of snakes and ladders.

Now it’s just after four and I have got another hour or so to take it easy before the early morning rush starts about 5 AM right through to 8 AM. It might just get really busy and that’s when this will turn into something much more like an adrenaline-fuelled version of the 3D chess from Star Trek.

You may of course think this sounds like a wild ride. But this is just another day in the office. I’ve got at least another 61 days just like this before the season ends. I hope they’re all as exciting and interesting as this international game this evening…

So that was a couple of hours in my life and probably not what you expected. I’m going to go and put the kettle on again now. Talk to you all soon.

Kisses

Ally x

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Living My Childhood Fantasy

I am reliving my childhood.

I´ve spent the last couple of days re-reading a couple of the Modesty Blaise books written by Peter O’Donnell. Oh. My. God! The nostalgia! Actually, they hold up surprisingly well. A few technology issues (short wave radio anyone?) and I wish there wasn’t the silly stuff with characters with ESP, but that´s like wishing that the villain in a James Bond movie would just shoot Bond in the head…

For those that don´t know, Modesty Blaise started out as a cartoon strip in The Standard in 1964. It then became a series of 13 books that I devoured rapidly and repeatedly as a child. I didn’t care that it was nonsense or pulp fiction. I just loved them!

Modesty Blaise is a heroine with no super-powers other than her intelligence and an extremely well-trained body. Her side-kick and assistant is Willie Garvin (who is saved by her more than he does the saving). It is an incredibly feminist set of stories even characters even now. In the 1960s it must have been revolutionary.

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Modesty Blaise and Willie Garvin (though Willie can’t handle a handgun!)

There was an appalling film made in the 1960s that I try not to think about, mainly because Modesty was just a helpless little sex-bomb saved all the time by Terence Stamp. The last part of that premise is OK, but the first is too insulting. Tarantino scripted an amazingly low-budget film for Harvey Weinstein´s company about a decade ago so that Weinstein could retain the movie rights (there was a use it or lose it clause in the contract) that was better, but there´s a limit to what you can do with five actors, two weeks and about 20 grand. Tarantino keeps saying he plans to make a Modesty Blaise film. That could be interesting…

Modesty is described as tall and brunette, slim but with curves. Willie Garvin is just over 6 foot, blonde and very well built. Basically Brad and Angelina. Annoyingly, now that I am re-reading the books that is what they look like in my head.

They set up and ran a criminal organisation based in the Mediterranean called The Network. Once she had made enough money they both retired and passed the franchises on to her management. And that´s where the books begin as she is recruited to do a job for the bowler hatted head of British Intelligence. So 1960s! So perfect!

When I was growing up I so wanted to be Modesty that it was almost painful. Or failing that, Willie Garvin with his twin throwing knives, cool attitude and loyalty.

Modesty always had the most interesting lovers and Willie had an amazing array of gorgeous women.

They get themselves into exciting capers and laugh their way through them, no matter what the dangers or the odds. Modesty and Willie are always prepared, always one step ahead because of their brains and planning. It doesn’t matter what gets thrown at them, they know they will get through it as long as they stick together and use their skills.

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Modesty & Willie would only do this as a smokescreen

Karate, knife-throwing, scuba diving, kayaking, fencing, shooting with pistols and handguns (she with the former he with the latter) it was so exciting and unknown for a girl growing up in the North of England. And the locations! They didn’t just do the obvious James Bond ones. They might be diving for pearls in Panama or digging up semi-precious stones in Bolivia!

It wasn’t Bruce Lee that got me interested in martial arts, it was Modesty Blaise. And what made me want to excel at school wasn’t going to university; it was being able to know the things she did and to be able to talk like her. I had forgotten all this until I started re-reading the trashy little books that have now been re-published (but not for Kindle, sadly!)

Modesty Blaise was my inspiration as a kid. Her intelligence, independence, skills and lifestyle were everything I ever wanted but could see no way to ever achieve. I wanted to be her, to do those things, have those friends and go to those places.

But things move on and life gets in the way. I hadn’t even thought about the books for years until I happened across them in a second hand bookshop near my place in the hills. I grew up and forgot about what a once wanted to be and do.

And so here I am, a slim brunette with curves running what people regard as a criminal organisation based in the Mediterranean with my loyal and highly capable male sidekick permanently by my side.

Funny old world.

Kisses

Ally x

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