Long time

[MrX]

She stormed past and shot upstairs a look of furious resolve staining her face.

 

But there was hardly time to recover, and order a Heineken before;

 

?Customer want pay bar me, have problem?

 

Opening my wallet, canting ?You have customer already no problem?, I had never seen her so upset

 

She took the money grimly, without reply, and returned a few minutes later looking not much less tense. I glanced around the bar to get sight on the guy but then she complicated by telling me they were two, skulking disgruntled on the other side of the poles. One, almost immediately came over our way, exiting the bar, staring hard. I braced myself but Bar girls are practised in occasionally avoiding customers? eyes and IP mistress of her craft. Despite half stopping and towering over us, her impassivity held firm, and a moment later he was gone.

 

 

But the other was going to just run and run

 

 

?What happen, you know already I come see you tonight?? I asked lightly

 

?I tell him I have sponsor but he want go with me same same. He want me go three day?

 

She was breathing visibly

 

?He friend boss? added, flat afterthought

 

 

 

 

Somehow in the melee he had moved across to a love seat slightly below our line of vision and to the right. Another bar beauty succored him distractingly and I wondered vaguely if she and IP were cohorts.

 

We left soon after to tryst in Asok Place. But climbing the outside stairs I sensed him near again. She hurried on up to our usual room. But as I was paying for short time he came in with the night candy. Another painful stare.

 

 

 

When we got back to the Bar a couple of hours later the policeman-cum-doorman wanted to see her. He told her that boss wanted her to go to Hua Hin

 

She refused tremblingly.

 

 

?You know I no do long-time? aimed vaguely at nobody in particular.

 

 

 

 

 

Three days later, again in the same creased short-time room, her cunt was too sore to fuck.

 

I asked, somewhere between jealous voyeur and concern.

 

?I go customer two day before .. friend boss?he boom-boom too much?one hour, two hour I dont know?I tired maak ma ?he want me fuck him all night? no want me go home?

 

?Why you go with him?? I grumbled, modulating the tone.

 

 

 

 

The next Saturday night in the Bar she wore her absurd long black cocktail dress.

There was bar girl excitement when she came up.

 

?IP no go , She no big money? one stage-whispered conspiratorially

 

I waited for an explanation to come my way, IP uncharacteristically affectionate

 

Much later she showed me the text message; it was a final offer of more than 10 short-time?s money for a 2 day escort

 

 

 

What though is the point of all this, beyond a faint left-over sense of indenture and the dark waters of my involvement swirling?

 

Perhaps just that?? and also this too happened while your heart was beating

[Encore]

>Three days later, again in the same creased short-time room, her cunt was too sore to fuck.

 

I asked, somewhere between jealous voyeur and concern.

 

?I go customer two day before .. friend boss?he boom-boom too much?one hour, two hour I dont know?I tired maak ma ?he want me fuck him all night? no want me go home? <

 

 

One hour, two our, all night. Sounds a bit like one of us was using 'father's little helper' Vitamine V.

 

It is a bit embarrassing and awkward hearing the flipside of our experiences. I must admit I have on occasion availed myself of the little blue pill. It can work very well if the appropriate stimuli are there, and in fact few stimuli are needed. And it can come in handy on day four or five of a short intense BKK visit, when energy is flagging a bit.

But I have rarely stopped to think how those on the receiving end may feel.

I delude myself possibly by thinking "she's enjoying me being hard (after all she says it with some surprise in her voice "Puchai Keng Maak, tammai" (Men very strong, why), she must be enjoying this long hard fuck, she's certainly making enough noise.

 

I rarely stop to think that maybe she isn't, maybe she's getting sore, maybe us tricking nature by using little blue pills are taking advantage of her on the receiving end.

 

First time I heard feedback about this was when I was sitting on the floor of my room, with two girls I bought out of Star of Love (or Light?) for the day, eating a streetfood lunch one of them had gone out to buy, while the other had decided not to wait for her friend, but ravished me singlehandedly.

 

We were talking about the variety of their clients, whom they liked, whom they didn't like. Fucking wasn't all that bad, sometimes fun, she said, but they agreed worst were those guys that didn't come withing 10 or 15 minutes, but wanted to fuck for hours. VIAAGA, she said, I no like! hurt my pussy.

 

That was the day I promised to take them to the movies, before coming home for an other round. But the movies started late, it was the wrong movie (3 1/2 hours of L.o.t.R.), and on our way home in the taxi, her sister rang about her baby being sick. They insisted honoring their part of our deal befor going to rescue the sister, but somehow, our heart wasn't in it anymore. Having her comment about time in mind, I came withing minutes, hardly worth having two young women work for together.

 

I've used V occasionally since, but only by spacing my bouts well, with plenty of time in between, and plenty of lube.

 

Reading Romp's story brings home the reality that maybe we don't want to know about.

 

 

>a faint left-over sense of indenture and the dark waters of my involvement swirling? <

 

We like to tell ourselves that, unlike going to a smalltown Thai whorehouse, at least the women we frequent in SC, NP and PP are free to do as they like, ignoring that sometimes there are forces at work we don't know about or understand. "friend of boss". It would take a strong woman to say no to that. Indenture? No. freedom of choice? hardly.

 

Thanks Mr Rompandadam, your writing style is getting better and better.

[Guest]

>>>>What though is the point of all this, beyond a faint left-over sense of indenture and the dark waters of my involvement swirling?<<<<

 

Welcome to the world of prostitution, even if though is a story. A sore pussy is part of the job, for any prostitute. An occupational hazzard, they all have to deal with, on regular basis. Take yourself out of the equation, what would be the end result? They'd still have a sore pussy. If not you, then from someone else. Not something to beat yourself up over.

 

HT