I went to KTV and engaged the services of a GRO named Jam. She was bubbly, lively, talkative, and…well…too much of bragger. She kept on reminding me that she has been all over to Asia—Hongkong, Japan, Singapore, to name a few. Big deal, I said to myself. So have I.

Actually, there was another GRO that had caught my eye in the showroom. Her name was Winona but the GRM mentioned that Jam was better because Winona had only joined a few weeks ago and was still relatively shy and reserved. I wanted someone who would pamper me, paw all over me, and smother me with attention. Plus, of course, she had to be “game.”

And yes, Jam was “game.” But she was hardly the pampering type. The GRM probably advised her of my intentions, because 15 minutes after she sat down, she asked the question, point-blank: “So do you want to have sex?”

And that was a turn-off.

She reasoned that it was best to put things out in the open to make sure that there is no misunderstanding. And this I found strange because once a girl starts kissing me, touching me, sitting on my lap, and grinding her hips on my groin, and once my dick gets rock-hard, there is no mistaking my intentions.

“How much did Marie (the GRM) mention?” she asked.

I shrugged. “How much do you want?” I figured that she may quote a lesser amount. And if she quoted a higher amount, then I can tell her the amount that Marie quoted.

She held her palm up and spread her five fingers:P5,000. Which was the amount that Marie quoted.

But I refused. The cold, business-like approach did not sit well with me. I came to be pampered. I did not go there to engage in a formal business discussion. I finished my bottle of San Mig Light and promptly asked for the bill. I left her no tip. And I did not leave Marie any tip either.

The best KTV experiences I had involved GROs who knew how to be pamper me. They devoted their attention to me. They did not sit staring at the TV. They did not engage in conversations with their fellow GROs. They were focused on me. They poured my beer, toasted their ladies drink with me, nibbled on my neck, stroked my arm, held my hand, rubbed my crotch. They looked genuinely interested in me and they appeared genuinely ready to devour me. There are simple body-language movements that communicate erotic desires—the soft stare, the slow caresses, the slow tongue gliding atop her lips, the biting of the lower lip. And even if the GRO wants to discuss the “fee,” there are better ways to do it.

One memorable GRO, after giving me a great body shot, while sitting on my lap, feeling my erection through my jeans, knew I was ready and willing, and simply purred: “Do you want me?”

And I nodded. Oh my, did I want her.

She leaned forward, whispered in my ear, so close that I could smell her perfume and I could feel the heat of her skin, “For P5,000, you can have me, my dear.”