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#1 khunsanuk

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Posted 02 May 2012 - 01:45

Fucking farangs.

“Fucking Farang” she thought as she read the text message. What was an extra ten thousand baht to him? What did he spend to fly here two or three times a year? Fifty thousand each time? Another fifty thousand on hotels, another on drinks and who knows what on other things like food, clothes, traveling around and ladies. Yes he had other ladies, she was sure. Nevermind. He loved her.

“Fucking Farang!” she hissed as the mamasan glared at her, nodding to the new customer sitting at the far table. She wanders over slowly.

“Not yet” replies the customer to her request for a lady drink, as his hand glides up her thigh. He winks at her, staring her up and down – and asks if she does anal. In her pocket, her phone vibrates, she just knows it's him – he's changed his mind about the money, she knows it. If not, she may have to go with this farang.
She makes an excuse and dashes to the toilet, checking her phone – the message is not good. No extra money this month, or next. The tone implies there may not be any money at all coming her way from this farang again. He sounds pissed off. She quickly sends a loving goodnight text, and switches the phone off.

She bounces back to the farang in the bar, showing a little more affection this time. Touching his leg and kissing him on the cheek. He turns and slips his tongue into her mouth. Fuck. Not only does his breath reek, but he absolutely stinks. When was the last time this guy saw a shower? He'd better be a big spender.
Again she tries her luck for a drink, only the fat farang replies by finishing his whiskey, paying the bill and leaving.
“Back soon.”
Like fuck.

Fucking farang. Couldn't stand the guy anyway.
She turns the phone back on – two missed calls. The phone rings and she darts to a quiet corner of the bar.

“Hello”
“Hey baby, are you OK?”
“OK darling, you?”
“Good – where are you, it's loud?”
“I go see my friend – you know”
“OK - this money, what is it for?”
“For my mum, motorbike, so old you know.”
“OK”

The bell rings.

“What was that? Are you in the bar?”
“Yes, see my friend – you remember her”
“OK.....”

And so the conversation goes, eventually both declaring their undying love for each other. He somehow feeling good about parting with his hard earned money, she happy to be receiving it. The money isn't for her mum's bike, her mum wouldn't ride a motorbike if you paid her. It was simply so she could show the other girls in the bar she could get it. They all had farangs paying far more than ten thousand baht a month to them, she had to show she could do it too. Simple.

The bell ringer was handsome, probably 24, definitely under 30. She sat down and a drink magically appears for her as he smiles at her. She blushes and lays her hand on his leg. Very handsome. She giggles as he asks her what she wants for the night, and laughs out loud as he seems happy to pay.

She kisses him gently on the face, he feels nice and smells delightful. Pity she has a boyfriend. The other girls in the bar are whispering and giggling like school children, any one of them would happily go with this farang, some she is sure would go for free, but he was hers for now. Thinking more about her boyfriend, she considers leaving him for one of the others, but the temptation is too strong. After tonight, no more farangs – she says to herself in her head as he pays the bill, including bar fine.

He was only in town one more night, and what did it hurt, the boyfriend wasn't back for a couple more months and the rent was nearly due, plus there were a few things she needed.

Fucking farangs.




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