The remote-control dial was left at the minimum setting during the ride over to the karaoke club that Nan had selected in the Jordan district. She was quite self-absorbed with maintaining her sexual high, asking me to caress her inner thighs with my left hand, even as I drove. For her part, she rolled her nipples through her thin translucent dress, eyes closed. I was more accustomed to being attended to and, combined with the wanton exhibition to my left, I was becoming a bit frustrated with my own relative lack of carnal pleasure.
Nan anticipated this, assuring me, "Don't worry, Louis. I am not trying to ignore you. I wouldn't do that, I like you too much. I guarantee that you will have your fill later, trust me."
I was thinking that she could use her hands on me instead of herself right now, but I chose to remain silent.
We arrived at the club and valets opened our doors. I walked over to Nan's side to help her out of the deep bucket seats of my Ferrari and to leer at her body as she emerged. I was not disappointed. The sight of her smooth toned legs and her feet graced by the sexy open-toed stilettos hardened my semi-erect cock. I pulled her to a standing position and was rewarded by an embrace, her right hand on my chest and left on my ass. "Ready to for some real fun?" she whispered in my ear.
I turned to her as if to reply and she simply winked at me. We entered the club and were met by an attractive hostess in a red mid-length cheongsam who appeared to be in her forties. "Hello, Nan," she said with a big smile. Nan and the hostess exchanged pecks on the cheek.
"Hi, An." Nan then introduced us. "An, this is my good friend Louis. Louis, An. An has been the hostess-in-charge here for a long time. She will take care of us, won't you, An?"
"Nan, for you, anything," An laughed. "Premium package, right?"
"Yes. Is Pauline here tonight?" Nan asked.
"Well, she just called in yesterday that she could work. She came in much earlier and may be busy now, but I will see what I can do for you."
An gave Nan some keys. "Thank you, An. See you later."
Nan guided us to an elevator, which opened almost immediately. "An was a good friend to me when I needed it a long time ago. It's important to have good friends, don't you think, Louis?" Nan said, staring ahead at the elevator door.
"Uh, yes, I agree," I responded, unsure of the intent of the question. Nan remained silent and we exited on the eighth floor. At the end of the hall, Nan opened a non-descript door. The room on the other side of the door was decorated like an old-fashioned private study and unexpectedly large. The walls and flooring were dark wood. The dim illumination was supplied by a few lamps and recessed lighting. Across from the entrance door was a glass double-door that opened to a small balcony overlooking the Kowloon skyline. Against another wall on the far side was a large monitor that must have been at least 72 inches; there were a number of electronic devices arranged on the floor underneath it. Adjacent to this collection, closer to the entrance door was a well-stocked bar, complete with a few barstools and a counter. Against the opposite wall and directly facing the monitor was a dark brown leather couch that was about eight feet long. Next to the couch was a king size bed with maroon satin sheets, already turned down.
Nan grabbed my hand and, after we passed the bed, we plopped down on the middle of the couch. "By the way, that door we passed, on the other side of the bed, opens into a lavatory and also a small bedroom. But we won't be needing that other bedroom, since there will only be three of us tonight."
As I watched Nan get off the couch and sashay over to the panel of electronics, I determined that, in this club, "premium package" referred to a private hostess for the room. Nan fiddled around with the video and audio set-up, alternately bending over and reaching up multiple times. I couldn't help but admire her enticing and essentially nude backside, her exposed tight round ass when she bent over and her long slender limbs and toned back when she reached high. Finally, she swayed over to me, carrying two microphones and a remote-control for the karaoke system. She gave me one microphone and kept one for herself. "Louis, could you turn up the vibrator remote a bit? I sing some of these love songs better when I am more aroused."
I wasn't convinced that arousal had anything to do with it and certainly the karaoke auto-tuning helped, but Nan is an amazingly talented singer. She effortlessly knocked off some Canto-pop melody that spanned at least two octaves. It wasn't a surprise to me. I recalled that at the Miss Hong Kong pageant, she had come in first in the talent portion. However, listening to her in a private setting was more of a treat.
"Bravo!" I exclaimed, applauding. She curtsied slightly, pressed something on her karaoke remote, and sang a fast-paced piece. I was entranced by her voice and I literally forgot about her half-naked body.
"Your turn, Louis. Try this one," she said after finishing the second song. She pressed the remote to change to another tune.
I got off the couch and she sat down. I am not much of a singer, but I have done enough karaoke in my time to not embarrass myself. Nan seemed to enjoy watching me, moving to the beat while seated and clapping happily after I finished. "That was great!"
