Invasion

[Guest]

The first time I ever saw Nam she was bathed in a strange light and her skin was naked and wet. I walked in the bar right in the middle of a show in which she had soaked herself in beer. She spun around a pole and flicked her mane of curly hair sliding down on to the stage into a splits that left nothing to the imagination. She glowed with sexual energy and the guys perched on stools around the stage were basking in the warmth of all she offered.

 

The first time I saw Nam I had her pegged as an untouchable. I had her pegged as someone else?s. I almost pitied the poor sod who looked upon her and thought he could tame and own such a creature. I?d seen this kind of heady sexuality before. I wasn?t sure how long such a flame could burn without fizzling out into mere wilfulness. But Nam was more than wilful... Nam was evil. And evil has its own sexual energy generator.

 

I enjoyed the show but it wasn?t a show for me. I thought I had her figured. I looked at her when she came off the stage. She didn?t rush to the changing room to put on her bikini or her gown. She sauntered to the bar and tempted men while still wet and naked. She encouraged men to touch her in this state. She wanted to drive them to a state where they wouldn?t be able to resist her. In this she was rare. Her smile was a smile that loved itself. If she could have fucked herself she would have.

 

The first time she sat next to me I tried hard not to be moved by her. She saw this and I think she liked it. Maybe it was some kind of challenge... Maybe she just liked me... Hell. It?s not impossible. Improbable maybe but not impossible. We talked a little. I can?t remember what we talked about. I bought her a drink and she asked me about my life though I?m sure she neither cared nor heard anything I said. Bar conversations can be as intimate as you like because they are nearly always drowned out by Guns and Roses or Britney Spears. Hiding the nonsense of bargirl chat can have its advantages and I?m sure this is why bar owners have the music turned up as high as it will go. It hides bullshit and encourages business.

 

Of course she moved on to another farang quite swiftly. She was working and she knew I wasn?t going to be the evening?s best financial proposition. Still. She did talk to me on a couple of other occasions. Maybe more. But her reputation as the most evil bargirl in town soon grew. When my friend saw his marriage come apart in her hands like soggy cardboard in the hands of some destructive child I watched her with more caution. I suppose his marriage would have come apart eventually without Nam?s little visit to his wife but it seemed an extraordinarily callous act even by Bangkok bargirl standards.

 

The stories around her grew and grew and soon, whenever I saw her dance that erotic genius, I got a strange whiff of sulphur and fell into the trap that knowing she was bad was enough to prevent me from ever wanting anything to do with her.

 

As Nam dragged her case into my room as if it was just as much her room I found myself wondering what the fuck had happened to me. I didn?t help her with it. I was taken aback. She seemed to have taken on this role as Mrs Fist again as if some kind of ceremony had taken place that I had simply forgotten.

 

My neighbour smiled one of those ?I didn?t know you were married? smiles and I smiled back one of my ?I don?t know what the fuck is going on? smiles. Once she?d returned to her room I returned to mine and watched Nam kneeling on my floor opening her case up. It was nicely packed. Packed in a way that had probably taken care and attention. I poured myself the stiffest drink I had in the apartment but it was nowhere near stiff enough. I made a note to myself to buy some paint stripper on my next trip to Pratunam.

 

Nam spent a good while unpacking that case... She drew out her beautiful clothes and straightened the folds out of them before wandering blithely to my wardrobe and hanging them up beside my shirts. She took out a whole load of sexy underwear and tucked some into my sock drawer and some into the drawer underneath. Her toothbrush, which sparkled with glitter caught in transparent plastic like prehistoric mosquitoes in amber, was placed next to my toothbrush over the sink in the bathroom as was a sponge and a bar of soap with bits of grit inside it. Pill bottles containing multicoloured pills of unknown medicinal property were introduced into the mirrored cabinet over my sink. She sprayed a mist of expensive perfume at me with a smile before placing the sculpted glass atomiser on the bedside table. She added three more such bottles as well as a kind of foam used to uncurl her Khmer locks. She even pulled the sheets off my bed replacing them with some smooth freshly laundered maroon sheets of her own. I just stood there and watched while I drank.. When my first drink was finished I refilled the glass and had another. By the time she was through unpacking I felt well and truly married.

 

Nam sighed, and even though the case was still not emptied she wiped her forehead with her forearm and threw a sweet and beautiful smile at me. Hell... She hardly looked evil at all.

 

?Finished for now.? She said. I was wondering at what point I was going to ask her what the fuck she was doing but, oddly, the words remained in my brain and never quite made it past my lips. As if excited she ran towards me and threw her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth with a real passion. Her lipstick had that rich sweet scent and taste of something whales had died to produce. And... In my own typical weak-minded way I succumbed to her lips and held her. She became, in a typically dumb moment, everything I needed in the world. Her body felt as if it was given to me. Soft, generous and small. She kissed my shirt as if to emphasise her true height and left an artistic lipstick smear just below my collar.

 

?You want me ?? She said.

 

?What ?? I said.

 

?You want Nam. You want me ??

 

?Yeah.?

 

?I come stay with you. I never stay with some man like this before. I never make like this before but I come stay with you.?

 

?Nam... I...?

 

?One day you can understand me. One day you can understand everything... But for now... For now I think you just love me na. Love me same you frai me. Love me same you think me bad. I so sorry I make you think too much. But sometime I forget why I love you. One day you can understand me. One day you can understand Nam. I know you heart. I know you everything. I help you. One day you look me and you know you only have one woman for you. One. One is me. You understand ? You understand one day ? Now you not ready to know everything. You only know something. One day I tell you everything about me... True.?

 

I nodded. I had no idea what she was talking about. I just nodded because she felt hot in my arms. Once again I was aching for her.

 

?You want me tirac ??

 

?Yes... I want you.? I wanted her so much I was light headed.

 

?I want you too... But now... I have to go.?

 

?Go ??

 

?Yes my darling.?

 

?Anywhere particular or...?

 

 

?I have farang wait me in hotel.?

 

?He must be a very patient man.?

 

?Every man can wait for me.?

 

?No shit.?

 

She smiled. ?You jealous ??

 

?Yeah... I guess. But then again I was thinking of going out for a little nightcap myself.?

 

?You go drinking ??

 

?Well it might help pass the time.?

 

?I don?t like you go drinking all night. No good for you.?

 

?No.?

 

?You not go fuck around now tirac. Some lady very bad lady.?

 

I laughed. ?Yeah. I noticed.?

 

?You worry about me ??

 

?Worry ! No... I?m pretty sure you can take care of yourself.?

 

?Yes. I know you not know why I make same this to. But I love you. True. I not lie you about this.?

 

I saw her for a moment, in my head, sucking some giant dick like the ones that only ever exist in German porno films making those noises that women only make in German porno films. I had to stop watching German porno films. The truth was that I felt like one of those guys in the front row of her bar watching her glistening body dance it?s erotic fire. I was just as mentally fucked by her as any one of those guys. I?d never touched her. All that had passed between us was this tease and yet here I was feeling this coursing jealousy that I wanted to bury as quickly as possible.

 

?Tomorrow I bring you breakfast.?

 

?Thanks.?

 

?What you like ??

 

?I trust your judgment.?

 

?You trust me ??

 

?Yeah. I trust you.?

 

She held me for a moment and buried her head in my chest as if she really did love me and I really was everything to her. Then she pushed herself away. There was a tear. I saw a tear. Or at least it looked like a tear. Damn. That was twice in one night she?d done tear acting. She was good. Whatever it was she wanted from me or wanted to do to me I was almost sure she was going to get it. Acting like she didn?t want me to see her tears she turned and headed for the bathroom.

 

She was in there for a few minutes when she came out she looked less like Nam the wife and more like Nam the hooker again. She was in her underwear. The dress was in her hand. I took my drink and sat on the bed looking out the window at the few stars still poking through the reddish sky as she rifled through her case for the clothes she was going to wear for the waiting farang.

 

She ended up wearing a short short mini-skirt with a lime green top that made her toffee coloured skin glow gold in relief.

 

?I look okay.?

 

?You look like a Thai girl going to see a farang.?

 

?Good. Is what I am.? She came up behind me on the bed and kissed me again and again on the back of the neck and then held me in the way girls hold their stuffed toys. ?You can hurt for me ??

 

?Why did you come here ??

 

?Because I want to be with you. I love you tirac. But you know me. You know who I am and what I do.?

 

I didn?t say anything.

 

?I go now.?

 

I nodded and she went. The room looked like her and smelled of her. Her case was still only half unpacked. A part of me wanted to rifle through it and see if I could find any shrunken heads or lopped off peni but I decided to let curiosity pass. I changed my shirt. I didn?t want to go out smelling of her. I wanted to get out and go somewhere I could drink and feel nothing in happy oblivion. Somewhere where the game was simple and no-one told me they loved me.

 

I went out and headed straight for the Thermae.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[dvarpala]

Great post, as usual.

 

Do I sense the gathering electricity of a forthcoming thunderstorm ?

 

[limbo]

What a story :applause:

[Oldtimer]

The Tale of Nam is always worth waiting for. I guess deep down I am a romantic -- also a fan of Shakespearean tragedy.

[Guest]

trying to live up to my cynical nature, lets hear about how wet nam's snatchpiece is!!! ........thats why i was never a good lover, 30 seconds of foreplay, a couple of pumps, and i was spent!...reading turks story is driving me crazy....i need a nam release!