On Taiwan much of Rocky's business was in Tsin-Chu City and Kaoschung, the two high-tech centers at either end of the island. Taipei was simply too saturated with cheap hookers and high-priced 'escorts'. Tsin-Chu and Kaoschung were much more receptive to the quieter girls in Rocky's squad. The director who had a home in Tsin-Chu had determined that he needed no mamasans to run the operation. He had hand-selected girls who did that job and provided customer service as well. Four of these girls had been with the company more than five years. There was something to be said for the loyalty in Taiwan.
China posed a big problem -- except in Shanghai. Shanghai was so incredibly busy being a technology center that the authorities had no time for small irritants like illegal girls. If they were blatant, the police would pick them up and put them in jail. Most of those never got out. Rocky's girls never went in. All customer contacts were made in hotel bars or other similarly 'private' locales where a man picking up an attractive companion looked perfectly normal. There were so many hotels that a girl could go a month without visiting the same bar twice. Small payments to hotel managers and such was all it took to keep the heat off. And the price for a beautiful companion in Shanghai was very high indeed, with Rocky's girls among the most expensive.
Japan was another country where prostitution was strictly prohibited -- but the officials could be 'bought' with an hour of the right girls' time. Although the operation in Tokyo was small in size, with less than fifty girls in country, it was more profitable than most in spite of the high costs for room and board. His director in Tokyo was the building manager for a high-rise apartment complex. As such he had access to more than five-hundred rooms. A bit of fancy bookkeeping made twenty-five of those rooms disappear from the records, and become available for his girls. They were careful not to make a lot of noise or bring multiple customers in at the same time; but other than that kind of common sense the business ran without problems.
As for his girls, Rocky was very selective. Each and every girl went through a 'screening' process that included medical examinations, personality evaluations, and (of course) sexual performance tests. With the 'zero-mile' girls, they were examined to confirm their status as true virgins, while other openings were made available through training and conditioning sessions. The other girls were evaluated and placed into one of three categories. #1 were the 'class A' girls whose looks and mannerisms would bring top-notch clientele anywhere. It was class A girls you would find at Rocky's homebase and at selected locations elsewhere. Some of these girls were also sold on the black market, bringing as much as a quarter-million US dollars to high-bidders. Only about 1 percent of the interviewees made this grade. Category #2, comprising the majority of the inventory, were girls with great looks who might be deemed less desirable because of personality traits. They were nice enough, and would perform adequately. They just weren't the kind of girls Rocky wanted by his side. All of the 'showgirls' came from category 2, as well as a majority of the girls in the other countries. The third category were the run-of-the-mill bar girls. Although in Rocky's case, the girls possessed much better than average looks. Most had been working since their early teens, and wouldn't draw the higher-caliber customers; but would bring in basic fares from the inebriated customers in the bars of Manila and Macau. They were sex toys for hire, pure and simple.
Rocky had a 'sidekick', a man feared by most of his business acquaintances and any customers who had ever crossed the boss, while all of the girls loved him. Jorge Garcia was a tough cookie because he had to be. Men who bought sex could often be obnoxious and occasionally abusive, and it was Jorge's job to 'bring them around' -- one way or another. Physical force was the last resort; but Jorge was a master of seven different forms of the Martial Arts. He did not need a weapon of any kind to come out on top of most conflicts. Rocky counted on him to keep 'the boss' and his girls safe. He was well paid, and had his own hand-selected companion who accompanied him wherever he went. Her name was Imelda, 'Mel to her friends, and she was also an expert at Martial Arts. Both could handle a car with an expertise normally reserved for the Chauffeurs of heads of state, should that be required. That they were also lovers was just a bonus for them.
His house staff was no less competent at their positions. The maid compliment numbered twenty-two, with a minimum of seven 'on duty' at any time with another three working 'special events' at the chalet. The remainder were available during the alternate shifts. They were proud of what they did, and the house showed their pride. A white-glove inspection would pass at any time of the day or night. None of this staff were 'available' -- to anyone. The sentries were nearly invisible, until they were needed. Rocky didn't like the idea of having armed security out in the open, and the sentries abided by that protocol at all times. There was a maintenance staff to deal with power backup, plumbing, the swimming pool and Jacuzzi, and the rehearsal hall. All in all the staff numbered nearly forty dedicated employees.
Then there was Christina, the Filipina goddess who was at Rocky's side most of the time. At a hundred fifty-five centimeters and forty-seven kilos, Christina was the perfect overall size, with her 84B/58/88 measurements suiting Rocky's taste to the 'T'. She had been 'his woman' for the better part of four years, and would do anything for him sexually -- including sharing him with other girls. She had to do that because it was his job to evaluate at least some of the new talent. It was his personal involvement that brought them all the success they enjoyed. She knew that he was 'her man', at the end of the day. He showered her with gifts that a princess could only dream of. She drove a Ferrari when she wasn't riding in the Bentley with Rocky or riding pillion on his Ducati. She wore garments that were hand made of the finest satins and silks. Her dark hair (with natural auburn highlights) hung down to her fine little bottom and was cared for by her personal assistant with several hundred brush-strokes each day. She was a kept woman; but only an ignorant bitch would want anything else.
Rocky was the 'king' of the Asian sex-for-money business. He didn't waste his time with 'blowjob bitches' or 'short-time sluts' because he didn't need to. His was the high-class escort business, with a bit of high-dollar slave trade to boost revenue. He had worked since his teens to build this empire, and at thirty-eight he finally had things precisely the way he wanted them. Making choices had always been a strong suit.
*Coming soon -- 'Ch 2, Rocky's Rules and the Screening Room'*