Frank Trench lay back on the rumpled sheets of the king-sized bed in his tenth floor luxury suite at the Mandarin Oriental, and exhaled a sigh of pleasure and relaxation. The Mandarin was his favourite hotel whenever he stayed in Hong Kong, a luxury he could now afford.
The young Chinese w***e he"d paid for earlier had only recently scampered from the room, off to another client, maybe… or maybe, Trench thought, he"d worn her out for the night. Trench rated himself an excellent lover; well, maybe not a lover, but he considered himself great at s*x. He turned his head to the right and looked out at the sparkling lights illuminating a dark Kowloon Bay. He was amazed by its beauty, it was almost hypnotic and he could feel the last of the stress and tension of the last few days easing. Sleep
