khunsanuk Posted May 14, 2003 Report Share Posted May 14, 2003 Fresh Meat As the poor 17 year old girl shyly accepted the hand of her first customer and walked with him through the beaded curtain which served as the bar's door, the service staff could only shake their heads with dismay...she didn't even know enough to get a proper price for her virginity. 4 months earlier... Rattana wai'd her father goodbye and, clutching the plastic bag which contained all of her earthly possessions (a single change of clothes and a Buddha amulet), she boarded the bus and headed for her future in big, bad, Bangkok. Her marching orders were to find the daughter of her father's friend, get a job, and to send home no less than 5,000 baht a month. Considering the fact that she possessed only a third grade education, (thanks to the government's nearly 100% successful "keep the poor...poor" program whereby you had to be wealthy to get a proper education) the only legit jobs open to her were factory work or maid service. Both paid in the range of 3-4k a month. So how would she be able to pay for herself and still be able to send home 5,000 each month? How, indeed. Rattana's father was actually quite proud of himself. He had managed to parlay a single night's hornyness into a life-long meal ticket. Thai culture demanded that the children take care of their parents, and old Suttichai (old being 34 in this case) felt morally superior that while some of his friends had sent their daughters away at 14 years, he had waited all the way til Rattana was 16 to force her to sell her body for money. Suttichai was in-between his 3rd and 4th wife. Happily married to his second when Rattana was born, the union ended when her mother ran off just after Rat's 9th birthday. Chai had suffered a minor back injury two years previous, but even now he remained "unable" to work. Even though her departure was motivated by his laziness and infidelities, Chai managed to turn his daughter against her mother and she chose to stay with him. He quickly removed her from school and had her start working at some neighbor's farms where she had remained ever since. But the big money was in Bangkok, and Suttichai felt it was about time that he enjoyed the good life. Of course, he hadn't specifically told Rat that she had to become a prostitute for his leisure. That wouldn't be the Thai way. She would find out for herself what she must do. Rat, for her part, would never believe that this was her father's intention. Even years later, it would be impossible for her to admit to herself that he even knew what she was doing. The one thing she was sure of was that he would never ask her how she had gotten the money. Two months later... Rattana (now called Na) had quickly settled in to her new home. It was a 25 meter room with a bed and fan which she shared with 2 other girls. The first was Ploy, the 20 year old girl she had been sent to meet. Ploy had been in Bangkok for 5 years now and worked as a dancer in a bar called Rawhide. The other girl, Sa, was Ploy's 28 year old sister. She had recently given up dancing and now worked as a maid in a seedy sex tourist hotel. Working as both a waitress in Rawhide, and as a maid with Sa, Rattana had managed to send nearly 2000 baht home her first month. Her father was not at all happy. Na's first day at Rawhide was a real eye-opener. Here she was, having trouble with strange contraptions like escalators (which she had never seen in person) and she walked into this noisy hell of a place. Girls were dancing using disgusting gyrations, and, what's worse, SOME OF THEM WEREN'T WEARING ANY CLOTHES!!! Even though Ploy had tried to prepare her, Na wouldn't have believed such a place existed if she hadn't seen it for herself. And the farangs...how could there be so many of them? All shapes and sizes, they far outnumbered the Thai population inside...and even walking down Soi Cowboy to get to work, she often wondered if she was still in Thailand. But, as time goes by you get used to things...even some things you shouldn't get used to. One month later... The first month she had been a bad daughter. But now, after three months of not making her father's 5k quota, his insults became more fierce. She was now also a bad Buddhist...and even a bad Thai. If his friend's kid Ploy could send home the 7 thousand she averaged each month, there was no good reason why Na shouldn't do her share for her family. He had given her life. He had supported her for the first 9 years of her life, now it was her turn to support him (for the next 40 years...but he left that part out) Na wasn't sure what she could do. True, her tips were improving with her English skills, but they would never be enough to satisfy her father. The mamasan said she was pretty enough to be a dancer and could arrange for a new id card which would enhance her age. The extra money would be a big relief...but it would mean taking her clothes off. In front of People. Not just people, but Farangs. For the most part, the Farangs themselves weren't so bad. Sure, they smelled bad (really bad), but they were usually nice. Sometimes they touched her in bad ways as she walked by, but even though she'd never kissed a boy, it was no worse than what some of the farmboys did back home when she was working. Sometimes she would sneak into the hospital and sheepishly watch the nurses as they went about their business. That had always been her dream, to take care of the sick, and especially of newborn babies. Sometimes, she would get into the maternity section and spot a newborn being held by one of the nurses...and her heart would break. But this was a dream that could never come true. She told the mamasan she'd start dancing the next day. There was one condition though, she would NOT go with customers. One month later... As the poor 17 year old girl shyly accepted the hand of her first customer and walked with him through the beaded curtain which served as the bar's door, the service staff could only shake their heads with dismay...she didn't even know enough to get a proper price for her virginity. It just seemed to be the thing to do. Dancing alone wasn't cutting it financially, and it was hard seeing Ploy coming home with all that money every night. Ploy had everything. She had gold, she had a mobile phone too. Na wanted gold and a mobile phone. But mostly, she wanted her father to leave her alone. (although she would never admit that to herself) Also, Ploy's Thai boyfriend started staying over nearly every night and then hanging out every day just goofing off and living off of Ploy. They would even do "it" right in the same bed with her. He was disgusting...and strangely like her father in a way she couldn't fathom. But it was almost worth sleeping with farangs just to sleep away from him. Pete was his name. He was 45 and from America. He had a nice smile and seemed gentle. He wanted to take her back to his hotel. It was almost the end of the month. Na said yes. Rattana took a long shower and tried to talk herself out of the situation...then she tried to talk herself into it. When she finally came out, completely covered by the large hotel towel, Pete was lying naked on the bed. To his credit, he was gentle. Na was a small girl, though, and this was her first time...and it wasn't like Ploy had described it. But she didn't cry. Pete quickly showered after finishing, and when Na had come back from her shower, there was 1000 baht next to her purse. He said it was time for her to go. Now she cried. Pete relented and invited her to stay for the night. Then for the next night. Then the next. Then he said he loved her, that maybe he could take her back to America someday. She let him do more and more things to her...for less and less money. He promised he would send for her soon. Then he went home. One month later... He still hasn't called. But her father is very happy...and wonders if she can't send an extra 5,000 next month, as he wants to get a motorbike. Two months later... Na has given up on seeing Pete again. She's been with a few more customers but she isn't getting used to it. After feeling "strange" for a few days, she goes to see the doctor. He confirms that she has Pete's baby...Pete's HIV baby. Na slashes at her wrists in an unsuccessful suicide attempt which delivers a brief moment of calm which she gets to spend a few days in the hospital with the lovely nurses. One month later... Rattana's second suicide attempt is successful. Her father is not at all happy, but consoles himself by remembering that his third wife provided him with a 12 year old girl who's almost ready to go. Fresh Meat. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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