The first group are young, pretty Chinese women. After having spent hours doing their hair, makeup and finding the perfect outfits to wear, they were now strutting their stuff in the clubs. These women came to this district in hopes of grabbing the attention of their male counterparts. Some were indiscriminate in what type of men they were after, some flocked to this district to try and bag a rich husband or boyfriend. But majority of these beautiful women simply wanted to spread their legs for an expatriate. It was no secret amongst Hong Kong women that there were larger, forgien cocks to be had and this was their hunting grounds.
The second group is comprised of successful Chinese men. Both young and old gravitate to this area to try to bed some of the finest women the liberal city has to offer. Because Hong Kong is the most westernized city of China and unlike any other part of the country, women here readily adopt western trends. In that aspect, they are less shy to explore their sexuality. These successful men are hopeful that they could ply a woman with enough drinks to fuck them or basically buy their way into bed.
The third group competes against the second. This group is composed primarily of western expatriates who came to this part of Hong Kong for one purpose only, to sample some of the finer female delicacies the over populated city had to offer. Unlike their competitors, the expatriates are less willing to ply women with drinks to get them drunk. They would buy women drinks, but they weren't willing to pay their way in for a one night stand. The fun was in the chase.
Naturally, the two different ethnic groups of men often clashed with one another, sometimes even resulting in fights. The age old battle between money versus cocks started during the conflict between the Chinese empire and the European invaders. Eventually, Hong Kong fell under the control of the British Empire. It wasn't until 1997 that the British gave Hong Kong back to the China. Now one of the greatest cities in the world, Hong Kong is a city of towering glass and skyscrapers. But beneath the bright flashing neon lights, a dark consuming hatred flowed silently. Although no one would admit it, rich Chinese men were infuriated because the finest women their county had to offer were still swooning over the foreigners.
Similarly, boyfriends whom did not keep a close eye on their girlfriends usually lost them. An expatriate would sweep in between the couple, bumping and grinding against the girlfriend. It looked innocent enough, the streets were crowded. If the boyfriend did not stand up for his girlfriend, the expatriate would take further liberties on her. And if he did stand up to the invader, the expatriate would simply apologize and leave. But the seed had already been planted, there was no way the woman could forget the feeling of a much larger cock rubbing against her body.
Majority of Hong Kong women had only been with local men. But once they felt an expatriate, their curiosity would bring them back to Lan Kwai Fong with the intention of satiating their curiosity. After exposing their bodies to something they were never meant to be exposed to, these oriental pearls were tarnished permanently. It was only a matter of time really. Most Asian women have a real weakness for size, especially girth and Hong Kong women were no exception. They would try everything, vibrators, dildos, porn, but nothing would satiate their lust like an expatriate did. They should have known that their tiny Asian pussies would be conquered by the white man's cock. Now they're addicted to it.
An expatriate could always tell when it is an Asian woman's first time fucking a westerner. Despite the more liberal views on sexuality, Hong Kong women tend not to maintain their pubes, but that would change after a night with a westerner. Unknown to the Hong Kong men, whom simply thought that these women had caught onto a western trend when in fact these sluts were trimming their bush or shaving it bare in hopes of being more appealing to the westerners.
It didn't matter how much money the Chinese men had, there were some things money couldn't buy. Money also didn't help when it took several Chinese men to fight one, though much larger, expatriate. Even outnumbering the foreigner, it was a toss-up between who would win.
The expatriates looked forward to these fights though. Their chances of winning one on one was almost absolute and their chances of winning against multiple assailants were fairly even. Winning was the demonstration of strength and dominance, especially when faced with seemingly overwhelming numbers. So the odds worked in the expatriates favor and with a much larger payout.
Most of the local men knew better than to engage in these street fights for fear of humiliation if they lost. As such, they usually gave up on pursing the women the expatriates had an eye for.
For the women, it didn't matter who won. Watching men fight over them boosted their sense of self-confidence and horniness. And not many things got Chinese women's juices flowing like being taken by a winner.
This was the club scene in Lan Kwai Fong every night and tonight, the streets were more packed than usual because it was a weekend.
Stewart had been to Hong Kong's clubs before, however, this one seemed different. There wasn't a single unattractive woman in sight. All the women seemed to be between the ages of 20 and 30, dressed to the nines, had a pretty face and unlike typical Asian women, every one of them had a decent rack. Unbeknownst to Stewart, he had entered the crown jewel of nightclubs in Hong Kong. The man Stewart was here to meet, Henry, owned the most exclusive club in Hong Kong, The PoleStar Nightclub.
Henry ensured that his club would be exclusive. A month before the club's opening night, he sent scouts to every modeling agency in Hong Kong with a very specific criteria in search of the hottest models. He did the same with the managers and agents for the sexiest female celebrities. Those who were eligible were given free individual membership cards that could not be bought or transferred. And without one, the ladies couldn't get in the club unless they were invited by another membership holder. Although any woman could apply for a membership for free, Henry only granted membership to the hottest ones.
The PoleStar's membership structure was different for men. Henry sent invitations to all the men with influence in Hong Kong and those who attended on opening night received their membership as a token of Henry's appreciation. After that, new male members were required to pay a $30,000HKD (almost $4000USD) annual fee for their membership. And not any man with money could join. Prospective members had to be vouched in by existing members. As the club gained popularity, vouching would prove to be immensely beneficial to the initial members as others tried hard to get vouched in and pay the exorbitant membership fee.
All members, male or female, were allowed to bring in one guest at the admission price of $1000HKD (almost $130USD). Bottle service was $4000HKD and tables were $6000HKD. The nightclub's prices were hefty and its price structure was to bar the less wealthy from getting in. After all, it literally was a nightclub full of models.
The exclusivity of the club and those whom didn't receive an invite caused quite a stir, which only generated more hype about the club even prior to its grand opening. Once the models and actresses caught wind of the type of men the club invited, they showed up. Likewise, the men attended upon hearing that only the finest women would be present. And on opening night, the club had the hottest female models, the sexiest female celebrities, the most powerful politicians, the executives of international business firms all waiting to be let in by Henry Zhang. That night was a win-win for everyone.
It was an ingenious business plan really. The strict requirements for female members meant only the hottest women got in. Hot women attracted wealthy men, whom in turn would not think twice about the exorbitant drink prices. After opening night, the club began accepting female membership applications. This gave the high end, beautiful, classy models and the A-list celebrities a run for their money. The injection of regular women created quite a competition amongst the women as they vied for the men's attention. Women tried to outdo one another with shorter skirts and sexier outfits. And the male members loved it, which generated more business for the club.
Soon, being a member of the nightclub was seen as something of a status that the models and celebrities began putting on their portfolios. The little gold membership card differentiated them from their peers as a sign that they are above the rest. Regular women followed suit and it soon became apparent that any female that held the little gold card was certified hot. Regardless of their occupation, these women found themselves mingling with the famous, the powerful, and the rich of Hong Kong.
In less than a year, the PoleStar Nightclub became a huge success and Henry became the most well connected man in Hong Kong. Henry's 5'6" height and 150lb skinny frame came across for many as a timid man, yet he could put anyone in touch with anyone, for anything. Young, beautiful women came to his club with hopes of finding a filthy rich boyfriend or husband, others came to the club to advance their careers and did so very successfully. And in return, influential men had access to an unlimited amount of Hong Kong's finest women, all in one place. It paid to know people running on the inside track and at the age of 39, Henry had unfettered access to legitimate businesses and to Hong Kong's underworld.
Now, Henry was looking to expand his network with the help of Stewart.
The PoleStar was packed every night, even more so tonight because it was Saturday night. Being so close to the financial district, Hong Kong businessmen brought their foreign counterparts to this exclusive club to show off. Not many expatriates could afford to get into this club, but the few that could brought their friends. Tonight, the club was a mixed crowd of locals, rich Chinese men from the mainland and the expatriates. There were several foreigners like Stewart that were here on invitation, they were easy to pick out because they didn't speak the local language.
Although Hong Kong was like a language melting pot, the local language is Cantonese. Mainlanders spoke Chinese, majority of the foreigners spoke English, but almost everyone in the club spoke some form of English, a language the locals perceived to be one that only educated people spoke. Failing that, people communicated with their body language, expressing their desires with a flick of their head and the subtle wink of an eye without losing anything in translation.
