Spiced Oil

[Guest]

The ground shook and the bar I was sitting at shook even more. Upturned optic spouted bottles rattled in iron holders as the ubiquitous Scorpions howled about the wind of change. I grabbed my drink until the train had passed. I wouldn?t want anything bad to happen to my drink. The handful of girls in the bar were engaged in chit chat and flirtations with the higher rolling bell-ringing customers. Fine by me. I had a lot on my mind anyhow. I was thinking of moving to a different part of town. Sometimes the glamour of the bar and easy women can lose its lustre. Living in an apartment complex where you?d see the same women by day that I saw in the bar by night accentuated the general sense of malaise. Those beautiful naked women who danced like fire on the stages of the Nana Plaza by night were, by day, a bunch of shuffling sleepy eyed screechers. Half were on drugs of some kind or another and living with them was like permanently coming down. Maybe I should move to Banglamphu or even further out. But then, I knew, I?d miss them.

 

One of the big spenders moved on to another bar. The girls waved him a fond farewell before returning to a kind of total indifference. Sitting about looking bored waiting for some farang to pass. One, however, the oldest, came to sit with me. ?I can sit here ?? She said.

 

?Of course.?

 

?This man spend spend spend.? She said referring to our departed companion.

 

?The best kind.?

 

?No. But good for business.?

 

I looked at her face. It was impossible to gauge her age. Maybe thirty something. Maybe forty. Maybe fifty. There were laugh lines around her eyes that she tried to cover with black make up and her jaw was edging toward the second chin jowelled look but hadn?t quite got there yet. I imagined she didn?t get bring the bar many barfines but who knew.

 

?I see you many times.? She said. ?But I never sit with you before. Sometimes I think this man want to drink alone.?

 

?No... No. I just have quiet days. Let me get you one.?

 

?Sure.?

 

?Yeah...?

 

She banged on the bar to get the attention of the near comatose girl. She ordered a drink which the girl started preparing as if she were a robot.

 

?You good man.? Said the lady.

 

?I wouldn?t say that.?

 

?Yes.? She said. ?You good man. Maybe drink and butterfly too much but good heart.?

 

?How would you know.?

 

?I can read in your eye.?

 

?Wow. All I can usually see there are broken blood vessels.?

 

?What is your name ??

 

?Turk... What?s yours ??

 

?Goy... Or they call me Goy... My name Siriporn. I see you look like have something make you think too much.?

 

?Yeah... Maybe one or two things.?

 

?I can help you.?

 

?You can ??

 

?I make you feel okay. Help you not think too much. I know how. You know man come to Thailand. Farang. Ciin. Yiipun. Him always come for look young girl. Pretty face. Nom suay. Small pussy. You know ??

 

?Yeah.? And an image of Nam flashed in front of my eyes.

 

?I know I old lady. Man can see me but only for fun. For laugh. But before I learn many thing. Young girl know only little. Now not same before. Now she come work bar for easy money. But old lady can help you.?

 

I smiled... It sounded like a sales pitch and I wasn?t in the mood for buying anything. I was here to drink somewhere that wasn?t where I slept. But I listened and she became more persuasive.

 

?My family,? She said. ?They know many thing. When I was a girl a man tried to make me in love with him. You know. Tried to give me yah saneh. Love potion. Because when I was a girl I look very beautiful. More than another girl my dad want me to marry someone good. When this man try to make me go my dad go to see maw duu... But not same ordinary maw duu. This man can make magic. My dad offer him money to teach me so I cannot fall for someone try to trick me. But maw duu him like me same. Maw duu pert boorisut me. You know... Him make me not virgin. My dad angry but him too scare. But I stay long time with maw duu. Him teach me many thing.?

 

?Like...?

 

?Show me your hand.?

 

I held out my hand and she forced the fingers back and held it under the bar light so that all the lines were visible. She laughed as if my entire personality were laid out for her to laugh at.

 

?What ??

 

?I see why you think too much.?

 

?Why ??

 

?Already have woman make saneh you. Very strong woman. khmen ??

 

I laughed so I guessed she knew it was. Nam?s mother had been Cambodian. She never told me who her father was. Probably some trick.

 

?Must to be careful this woman. She have something very dark. Very dark come with her.?

 

 

?So can you help me then ??

 

?Only little bit. I can make you feel better.?

 

?I bet you can.?

 

?I can make special massage you.?

 

?Special massage.?

 

?Yes. You want ??

 

?You make a very convincing argument but lets have another drink.? She smiled. And in her wise and beautiful eyes I could see she knew she had me.

 

A couple more drinks flowed by and my world became intensely focussed on her. She didn?t talk all that much. Neither did I. But we spoke and the music seemed better with her there beside me than it did when I was sitting alone. At one point she took my hand in two of her hands and simply said ?Bpa.?

 

So we left and as another heavy train rumbled by After paying she pulled me from the bar as another heavy train rumbled by.

 

Her apartment was not far. At the end of the soi in fact. I?d been in the building before with other women. A lot of the women working these bars lived in this same apartment building usually bundled three to a room. Goy lived alone in a room that looked... Well... A room that looked unlike any of these fly-by -night shack ups that bargirls bundled themselves into. She, or somebody, had painted the walls so that the skirtings and door frames were bled a rich violet. The double mattress in the centre of the room was covered in a bedspread the same colour and, more dazzling still, there was hardwood furniture around the room. A chest of draws. A table covered. Even a bookcase the top of which was home to an array of Buddha images. Goy kicked off her shoes as she walked in the door. I bent down and started unlacing mine. I should have stopped wearing lace-ups the second I got off the plane in Don Muang all those years ago but, for some reason, I still got hand cobbled shoes from a guy who worked out of Prakanong Market. Goy said it didn?t matter about taking my shoes off but I knew it did.

 

While I was still doing my untying Goy lit three sticks of incense and was holding it as in a prayer to a large and beautifully detailed statue of Kuan Yin. The Bodhisattva of compassion seemed to smile down as the strangely scented incense wound small slowly dispersing patterns around her features. Goy raised the incense between her palms three times and then turned to me. Her eyes seemed to almost burn into me. Then she smiled. ?Pay ab nam kon? I had to go shower.

 

?Right away ??

 

?Have to make yourself clean. Wash away everything from your skin. Only after can make work.?

 

Suddenly I had no idea what she was talking about but I obligingly went to the shower room. This was no different to the shower/bathrooms of the other girls I had known... Well... Maybe it was a little cleaner. The water started off with a cold spurt that made my heart rate go up before it levelled off into lukewarm. The managers of these apartments liked to cut back wherever they could and 24 hour hot water was one of the things I had rarely encountered in any. When I felt I might be just clean enough I wrapped a too small towel around my waist and feeling like a drag act in a mini skirt went back into the living room.

 

The whole room was now filled with a thick mist. The scent was unconventional. It seemed sweet and familiar in one sense but it had a kick to it that made my eyes feel bleary. I thought it must have been the drink rather than the incense because Goy looked completely invigorated. Her eyes clear as a child?s. She came and sat by me on the bed. I felt oddly self conscious of being naked. She smiled and ran slender fingers through my hair in a way that seemed really soothing and pleasant. Then she kissed me on the lips and I felt immediately aroused by her. This arousal was clearly no secret as the towel was no concealer of arousal. Pulling back she smiled again and placed her hand inside the towel. ?Very clean now.? She said running a single finger along the length of my dick.

 

I swallowed and said ?Is this part of the massage ??

 

She laughed. ?No... First I have to go shower too. Have to make clean everything. Lie back and try to relax.?

 

As the incense smoke seemed to have made my eyes feel very tired this was not difficult. She walked away and stepped into her bathroom as I seemed to lie back and fall into a cloud. The smattering of the shower against her skin gave me this strange sense of security as though I was now safe in this place. Safe to close my eyes and sink into a world with no thoughts at all.

 

I soon felt the scent of the room disappear as if it had become a part of me and I was slipping away. All the worries of the world were just lies, jokes, and fictions no more real than the thoughts that came and passed through the mind like clouds of smoke against a pale blue sky. Turk Fist was a construct. Something my mind had created and then convinced me of but my true mind was that of a newborn baby who knows nothing. No memories. No ideas. No opinions. Everything in this life would pass like. Nam?s seemingly concrete reality would pass. The man who had been tied to a chair beaten up on one of her whims was just another part of myself and my ideas. All I knew was this sinking sense of calm.

 

Soon I was in a state somewhere to be sleep and waking. If I?d given it any thought I?d have known I was Turk Fist in the room of a woman he?d just met. But there was no thought and no need for thought. I was just floating through time. Part of an experience that was in and of itself. Nothing needed to last. And Whatever I was was soaring through a maze of experience. Nothing more than a witness of every event I had seen and touched.

 

With a touch Goy brought me back. My eyes opened and I felt clean and clear. All sense of tiredness or sleepiness had ebbed away. Instead I was looking into her dark compassionate eyes and she was Kuan Yin. That same kind smile that saw everything and heard the cries of the world. Mother. Goddess. I did not feel quite myself but whatever I was it felt wonderful.

 

She was wearing a bathrobe but had made no effort to tie it up and I could see a breast as she stroked my forehead. I guess I?d expected to see an ageing sac. Something like those teats sucked empty by half a dozen children. In fact her body was no more withered than that of a young girl. She saw me looking at her breast and brought her body over me so I could kiss the nipple. Without thinking I took it in my mouth and held it lightly between my teeth feeling it become more erect under the touch of my tongue. She laughed and pulled away and walked across the room picking up a small unlabelled vial of amber coloured liquid from the same place on top of the bookcase where she kept her Buddhas.

 

?What are you doing ??

 

?I have to make the oil.?

 

She took a small plastic bowl from under the sink and filled it with baby oil. Then she added a few drops of the amber liquid and the smell rose to meet me straight away. It was a heady kind of scent that, while pleasant, was so unusual that you had to think for a moment whether it was pleasant or not. It was almost to the olfactory senses what a heavy chilli?d tom yam broth was to the taste buds. I had no idea what could have been in it.

 

?You can smell ?? She said.

 

?Yes.?

 

?You like ??

 

?Yes. But I don?t know why.?

 

?Come. You can help me.?

 

I got up and helped her drag out a rolled up mat made of foam rubber from under the bed. It unfurled by itself and spread out across the floor at the foot of the bed. She covered it with a fresh cotton sheet from the chest of drawers and told me to take off the towel and lie down.

 

It virtually fell off anyway and my erection was standing out at roughly forty five degrees but by the time I was lying on the mat it was up to about seventy. There was something about being exposed to her that just kind of rerouted my blood supply to the area. I was ready to lie on my front but she showed me to lie on my back so that I was completely open to her. She smiled but didn?t laugh as she looked at my penis. Instead she dragged the bowl across and dipped her fingers deeply into the pungent mixture.

 

I didn?t really know what was coming and it came as quite a shock when she immediately wrapped her hands around my cock and balls. The first sensation was this kind of hot sting that made me feel as though I was going to die. It lasted all of a second though and soon was replaced by the same kind of sensation that immediately precedes ejaculation. She ran her fingers all around the area and behind my bollocks until one oiled finger was an inch or two inside my asshole. An unusual sensation. She massaged the penis with one hand and massaged this area just inside my asshole with the other until it ceased to feel odd. The whole area simply became pleasantly war. As she massaged for another minute or so my penis spurted her with a rain of come. She smiled as thought this was nothing and scooped up some of the come to add to the oil.

 

She mixed all of this in together in the bowl with her fingers. ?Now.? She said. ?This same have saneh you.?

 

Forgive me for this technical and graphic information but usually, when I come, unless a woman immediately starts doing something, my penis shrinks over a couple of minutes to a size that would not be worth posting to some swingers dating internet site. Now, even after ejaculating an unusual intensity of semen it remained just as erect. If anything it seemed to becoming more urgently engorged with blood.

 

Goy then took off her bathrobe and sat naked over me. She spread the oil mixed with my come all over her body, over her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her belly, her arse, her cunt, her thighs and every part of her exuded this intoxicating and powerful smell and her flesh seemed to sparkle with it. She lowered herself on top of me and slid all over me in the manner practised in massage parlours up and down the country. Except, of course, every part of me that she touched with the oil responded with this same brief burning sensation before relaxing into this state of orgasmic pleasure. As if it were the most natural thing in the world my cock slid inside of her and she started to ride me like someone possessed.

 

Her age was no issue here. As she rode me it was as though there was this course of lightning electricity passing between our bodies and she was thrashing as if not even in this world any more. I think I came a second time inside her but with the sensation induced by the oil it was almost hard to tell the difference between coming and not coming. It was all part of this peak.

 

Then, suddenly, in the midst of all this she suddenly stopped. She stopped and she was staring me in the eyes with a different face. It was her and not her. The electricity still seemed to be flowing from me into her but, though her cunt was twitching and squeezing my penis, she was very very still.

 

Something like fire seemed to pass from her eyes to me. It was as if something else had been called forth. As if Goy was a Maw duu channelling some strange powerful spirit. It wasn?t Goy I was looking at.

 

She lifted a hand and held her palm outstretched to something just above me before bringing the palm down upon my forehead.

 

I was gone. I was gone completely. I could say I black out but that would imply there was some black. There was no black. I was gone.

 

The first thing I knew was the smell of coffee. I was in Goy?s bed with a blanket over me. Goy brought me the coffee dressed in a bathrobe. It was light outside. She looked old again. She still looked nice and I was glad to be there with her but she didn?t seem like the woman of the night before. And it seemed almost as if the whole experience was half real or distorted in my mind by a drug of some kind. And yet... Deep down I knew this was not the case.

 

I sat up in the bed. I didn?t feel oily. I didn?t seem to smell of anything. I took the coffee and sipped at it. It was the usual freeze dried Nescafe shit but it tasted good. It tasted like the world I knew. A world in which women grew older and had flaws. A world where everything was basically okay.

 

?What happened ?? I said.

 

?You sleep very good.?

 

?Yeah... I must have been really tired or drunk. I?m sorry.?

 

?You not have to speak about this. Is okay. Not someone can stay for everything.?

 

I drank some more coffee trying not to speak about it. Then I gave in. ?I?m not sure... I?m not sure what happened. Something happened... Right ??

 

She smiled. ?Yes. Something happen. You touch something you not touch before. Now have something can help you with your girlfriend.?

 

?My girlfriend !?

 

?Nam.?

 

?Did I mention her last night ??

 

?You tell me everything.?

 

?Fuck. I must have been off my head.?

 

?No... Very clear.?

 

?She?s not really my girlfriend. I don?t know what she is ??

 

Goy just smiled as though I was a child telling his mum he?d been to the moon.

 

?You want me to go ?? I said.

 

?No... Stay. Stay with me today. Stay as long as you need.?

 

?How much do I owe you ??

?You owe me what you think you owe me.?

 

I paid her, quite a lot, she smiled and said it was too much but that it was okay because I could afford it. If I needed to see her again, she said, I should just go.

 

We sat about much of the day. Talked the same kind of small talk that comes naturally. She showed me some of her books. Being in Thai I couldn?t read any at more than a word a minute. There was a translation of Harold Robbins in there. A translation of Jane Eyre too. Many of the rest were harder to decipher works. Stories about death and magic. Manuals on food and sex and acupuncture. We drank more coffee. Ate breakfast. Laughed about stupid shit that happened to each of us. Then, when it was time, I walked with her to her bar. Had a single drink to get me going and wandered off into the night.

 

 

 

[BelgianBoy]

Hi TurkFist,

 

:applause:

 

:bow:

 

Keep them coming !

 

Cheers !

[Guest]

:applause:

 

My morning coffee was much better today.

 

Thank you Turk.

[chilli13]

nice story. sounds more like pattaya bar beer than bkk anything, but where exactly could one meet that magic woman? :hubba:

[Pharcyde]

TurkFist,

 

Another fine read.

Sounds like Nam is in for some....magic

 

:up:

[limbo]

Great stuff, again, Turk!

[Redbaron]

What more can I say except... where can I get the recipe?!

 

:applause: :up:

 

Well done Turk.

[Encore]

Hi Turk,

 

Wonderful stuff, you're a true master.

I finally caught up with all your posts to date. I was expecially intrigued with your story about Nam. I almost feel I know her, that one who you know is dangerous, yet irresistable, and keeps drawing me back for more. The public acts of challenge, display of total lewdness, baiting, is so familiar.

 

I also appreciate your experiences with those who are not so young, so thin, so beautiful, but who have a heart of gold, and sometimes offer so much more real pleasure than the others.

 

Please keep writing.