Flying First Class

[Guest]

Some girls have a stink of money about them. Mam looked as though she'd been born in a mint. Her thumb and forefinger had tiny callouses from too much credit card usage. And whenever she entered a room you could almost hear her gold jewelry jingling as if there just wasn't enough room about her body for it not to clash and clatter on occasion.

 

Of course Mam was a hooker just like any other hooker. She was just better at whatever it was that got you top dollar. She "worked" in a Nana Plaza bar, though, I can't honestly say I know anyone who ever saw her take a dance on a table or serve a drink. She just kind of drifted in when she felt like it and no-one ever seemed to say a word about the fact she was six hours late. She dressed nicely. Kind of sexy off-the-peg designer styles. She could got white lace with broad brimmed hat or she could go tight black leather. I'm not especially observant when it comes to clothes or shoes but I swear I never saw her wear the same pair of shoes twice.

 

I wouldn't have said she was all that good looking. Her mouth was too wide due to her seeming to have more than the standard amount of teeth and her eyes had the ability to peer off into two different directions at the same time. But I guess she made up for these minor imperfections by having one of those classically formed Playboy figures. Not that she was alone in this though. Plenty of girls all over town had Playboy figures. It was just that Mam really knew how to work it.

 

I didn't know Mam that well. Hell. She wasn't the kind of girl I could afford to get to know that well. I lacked the pre-requisit gold Amex card to get to really know a girl like Mam. I'd seen her around for years though. I was told she'd been around since the ark first ran aground on Soi 4 but she always made exclaimed that she was 23 and had only been working since she was 21. If anyone suggested it was otherwise she politely suggested they were confusing her with a cousin who may have worked there long before her arrival on the scene and looked astonishingly similar to her. I figured that in Bangkok everyone should be allowed whatever backstory they want to have. To pick holes in someone's biographical details shows very poor manners no matter how much that backstory might deviate from the truth.

 

The night I got to know Mam better was in the middle of the hot season. There was a lot of sweating and fainting going on and I decided to sit the whole season out by drinking myself to a sweet oblivion in nicely air conditioned go-go bars.

 

I saw Mam sitting at the bar over a blue glowing gin and tonic. She was wearing a tight red dress that bundled her breasts into a not insignificant cleavage and there was a very slight mascara stain under her eyes. I sat close to her and ordered a whisky.

 

"Bad day ?" I said.

 

"Yeah. Bad day." She said. "Fucking shit day."

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"Why ? What you sorry for. You not have something for sorry."

 

"Maybe. But I'm sorry anyway."

 

"Not somebody sorry me. Not anybody sorry me. I bad girl. Why you sorry bad girl ?"

 

"What happened ?"

 

"Boyfriend go home. Go back to wife. See ? Same I make no good to her now he make no good to me. No have sorry."

 

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend."

 

"Not one. Have many. Have one million boyfriend. I not care one man."

 

"I understand."

 

"Yeah. You same same me. You have many girlfriend. I have many boyfriend. Cheers."

 

We clinked glasses and she drained her glass tapping the bar for another. The other came fast as though the barmaid was perched in wait for the order.

 

"You want drink with me ?" She said.

 

"Yeah. I'll drink with you."

 

And she tapped the bar again indicating to the barmaid that she was buying me a whisky even though the glass in my hand was nearly full. I felt honour bound to drain my glass and keep up with her.

 

"Good. I like someone can drink with me. Not lie to me. Not bullshit me. Same I know you you can know me. We same."

 

"That's not completely true. I have to pay my girlfriends."

 

"Bar girl no good." She said "Why you not find one good girl. Good girl take care you."

 

"Think of all the fun I'd miss."

 

She laughed out loud. It was a nice laugh. One of those straight from the heart laughs. And even if her eyes were looking in different directions (a condition exacerbated by drink) I could see why so many men paid so much for her company. She may have had the airs of a bargirl too good for the bar but she talked from the gut. There didn't seem to be any bullshit about her.

 

We were both much the worse for drink by closing time. "Where you go now ? Thermae ?"

 

"No. Not tonight. I just go home and sleep."

 

"You live far ?"

 

"No not too far."

 

"Come back with me. Keep me company."

 

"Is that a good idea ?"

 

"You care good or bad ? Only want or not want." It felt like being given a piece of wisdom by Yoda. "You want come back with me ?"

 

"Yeah. Sure."

 

"Okay. Bpa."

 

She lived in one of those swanky high rise apartment buildings way on down Pattanakaan Road. Before going up we walked into the apartment's supermarket and she picked up a large bottle of Chivas, coke and ice. She didn't even look at the money she spent. She just trusted the cashier to give her the right change.

 

We took the lift up and it felt weird. The lift was silent and it was just me and her. Complete strangers. Just standing a few feet apart. I got a feeling I don't often get in Bangkok. I felt embarrassed. She smiled and I wondered if she was sobering up and wishing she hadn't asked me back. Instead she leaned across to me and kissed me on the lips. The doors whispered open on the eleventh floor.

 

"tung laaw."

 

She opened the door to her room and it was a nice place. Sorry. I said nice. This is the wrong word. Mam's apartment looked like something from a James Bond film. It was like a hi-tech design paradise from Lifestyles of the Rich and Dubious.

 

She could probably see from the way my jaw had hit the floor that I was suitably impressed by the decor. "Old boyfriend buy everything for me."

 

I nodded. She grabbed hold of a small remote control and clicked a switch. Part of the back wall pulled aside like a pair of cinema curtains to reveal the biggest television I think I'd seen in my life. She was delighted to show her gadgets off. She flicked through the TV. "Have cable." She flicked through various Thai channels and a few sports and movie channels before stopping dead on some hardcore porn. I noted that it was in German and that the cocks on display were on the large side. She flicked the channel again and there were a couple of Thais playing out a similar scene. Then again and there was a Japanese woman sitting alone in a room answering Japanese questions from someone offscreen. She was looking nervous.

 

She left this one on and threw her shoes and mine on a small shoe rack by the door.

 

"Sit sit." She said and pointed at the bed. Like an obedient dog I went and sat as she filled two large tumblers of Chivas, coke and ice.

 

She came back to the bed, handed me a glass and said "Cheers."

 

Mam could have drunk me under the table. She was knocking back the whisky and coke like it was a beer.

 

"You like my bed."

 

I didn't quite understand the significance of the question but said "Yes. It seems very comfortable."

 

"Tonight you sleep here !"

 

"Yeah. Sure."

 

"But we not fucking."

 

Damn, I thought, "Okay. Of course. No. The thought never entered my mind."

 

"You not mind. You can sleep here with me. No fucking."

 

"I like the company."

 

"Me too. I like you Turk. I think you good man. But I not fuck around."

 

"I don't often get to stay in a flat with air-con and a small cinema. You don't have to say a word."

 

"You can go shower. There are clean pyjamas. Everything. Old boyfriend leave everything."

 

So I went to shower and she went to shower. And I put on her old boyfriend's pyjamas even though I hadn't worn pyjamas since I was eleven. She came back wearing her dressing gown. The Japanese girl was still sitting there answering questions and looking frightened.

 

We lay back on the bed drinking and talking about the bar and the types of women who worked in the bar. I can't remember a word of what we said but I'm sure it was mostly general drunken crap.

 

"What is this thing on the TV ?"

 

"You like ?"

 

"I don't understand it."

 

"It's Nang Yiipun. I like Nang Yiipun. You understand ?"

 

"Little bit. I go school for learn. Have many boyfriend Yiipun. Very big money but very quick. Best man. Very easy."

 

I was badly drunk by this point. I decided to do the old pretend drinking where I'd put the glass to my lips and then say something instead of taking a swig. I didn't want to chuck up in this swish apartment.

 

Some time later I fell asleep, in my jim jams, like a kid.

 

It was the screams that woke me up. Terrible haunting screams. Screams like nothing I'd ever heard before. I glanced up at the flickering screen and saw the woman who now seemed to be the victim of some kind of rape. She was crying and begging. I noticed that she was tied up and begging for mercy but was clearly not getting any. I looked over at Mam. She was lying there oblivious to everything but what was happening on the screen frigging herself like she was possessed by frigging demons.

 

Okay. I know what you're probably thinking. That this was some kind of invite. You don't invite a guy over to sleep, tell him you don't want a fuck, and then masturbate while he's lying next to you. But I never believed in that "no" for "yes" crap. But, to be honest, what was really disturbing was the fact that I got the feeling that the woman on the screen was not an actress and that whatever was happening to her in what seemed like real time was really upsetting her. The guy fucking her was fat and ugly and she was looking anywhere but at him. Every so often he would punch her in the stomach.

 

Suddenly Mam stopped and looked over at me. There was a look in her eyes. Well. I don't care if you think I'm a complete wimp but it scared the fucking shit out of me. It was as though she was evil. continuing to stare at me she started masturbating again first slowly and methodically and then fast. She reached out at me with her free hand and grabbed my forearm. Her fingers gripped me like a vice and she pulled my hand over to between her legs pushing my fingers against her cunt.

 

"You want it ?"

 

I didn't say anything. Then she started saying something in Japanese like she thought I understood Japanese. Then she came or seemed to come. She was gasping and hyperventilating and yet still staring at me with one eye and at the ceiling with the other.

 

I'll be honest. My dick was as small as my dick has ever been. Something about the whole situation was like ice water down my spine.

 

Then coming down from her orgasm she screamed at me like a crazy woman. "You fucking want it ?"

 

The Japanese woman on the screen was sobbing and weeping. The man had pulled out and splattered her face with come leaving her there alone and humiliated.

 

Suddenly Mam threw herself on top of me and had her hands around my neck. Her eyes still staring that deep malevolence into mine like she would kill me and drag my sould to Hell. Then she laughed a kind of Hollywood mad sadist laugh and tightened her fingers on my neck. My dick immediately started to respond even though I still very definitely did not want it. In fact I just wanted to be back in my own scummy little apartment with my tinny radio that I could just about pick up the BBC world service on. She started to move her thighs againsi me and rubbed herself up and down against my dick while never exposing her flesh to me or mine to her. I did nothing. I did nothing at all.

 

Her movements grew more and more rapid against me. Eventually she became into it enough to take her eyes off me. The sobbing of the Japanese girl seemed to be keying her into what she was doing. She started barking things at me in Japanese and the sounds she was making were not at all feminine. It was as though she was living through the idea of being the man raping the woman and feeding off her pain and desertion.

 

When she trembled her way to orgasm she fell on top of me and seemed to be asleep. She lay there on top of me for ages before eventually moving aside. I lay awake for what seemed to be hours. At some point I guess I went back to sleep.

 

I woke with sunlight in my eyes and the smell of toast and coffee.

 

Mam was already up. She came through with a big tray with breakfast.

 

"Why you sleep too much ?" Her face was all smiles and sweetness. Without any make up on she seemed prettier than before. I felt uncertain whether any of what had happened had happened.

 

"What time did I go to sleep last night ?" I said.

 

"Last night I think you drunk too much. Go to sleep too early. But thank you."

 

"Thank me. Why ?"

 

"Because you can sleep with me. Not do anything."

 

"Oh. That. Yeah. Well. What are friends for."

 

I sat up and drank my coffee. There was a deep feeling in my gut like I really wanted to shit but I ignored it and we played a little game of lets pretend nothing happened.

 

I kept my distance for a few days after this. Then I saw her again at her bar. We talked like old friends who had never been anything but friends but I found it really hard to look her in the eye.

 

Soon she disappeared from the bar. I guess one of her boyfriends turned up.

 

I saw her again two weeks ago. She was with a few friends eating whole restaurant. I hadn't seen any of them before. She said "Hi." And asked me to join them. I said I had to be somewhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Nasiadai]

Sawasdee Turk,

again a great story.

I was waiting for your posting all evening long. In the meantime I was chatting via ICQ with my Thai lady

(a normal Thai middle class women, she is set up on her own business as a computer specialist) and with

a Thai male student who studies German language at a Bangkok University. I was flirting with my girl and beside

I corrected some German texts for this bloody dump student. I was drinking a bottle of Italian red wine

(a Chianti) and later I started watching some color slides of my last visit in Bangkok. I photographed all the girls of the

New Square One Pub at Washington Square. I succeeded in producing some great and colorful pictures of

some of the girls there. There are some good lookers; believe me.

Now I am too drunk to answer. I have to work tomorrow. And now it is 1:38 Hamburg time.

And now I start dreaming of my next holidays in the LOS. Coming at the beginning of November for Loy Kratong

festival and staying in Thailand for about 4 weeks.

 

I am counting the days: 40 days and the rest of today .....

 

PS:

By the way I am doubting that the porn flicks which were shown (the ones with the phenomenal big cocks displayed)

were German. I think they were Dutch .... or was it good old Mr. John Holmes coming back?

 

Nasiadai alias Bakwahn

Charly

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One night in Hamburg

makes a hard man humble

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[spirit_of_town_hall]

Another excellent post, this one from the dark side. Just goes to show that the truth is often stranger than fiction.

 

STH

[lembeh]

 

 

>Just goes to show that the truth is often stranger than fiction.

 

Or that fiction is just fiction? Whatever, excellently written story (as are the others), except the last line or so typo (something like "eating the whole restaurant"..Huh?). This must be a professional writer though..

-j-

[spike]

turk, if you are not making money at this you should be, you r still f**king crazy but a genius. cheers.