I have been dreaming up stories for years but, until recently, none had ever been shared.
Inspiration for some of the people and events described is drawn from my own experience, but it is overwhelmingly a work of fiction.
Constructive criticism is welcome.
Prologue
After graduating with a degree in International Finance I had landed a great job at a major consulting company. After a period at head office in London I was posted to Singapore as a member of the regional team.
Week 1
It was my first visit to Bangkok, the capital of Thailand; notorious for traffic and night-life.
All I could see from the elevated highway were mile after mile of buildings, mostly a few stories high but there were occasional clusters of tower blocks. There were houses, shops, apartments, hotels, typical urban sprawl. We were moving quite quickly, probably because this was a toll road. At ground level, the situation was very different. Cars, taxis, the famous tuk-tuks, and trucks all jostled for space, all belched fumes. That explained the haze I had noticed on the way from the airport.
I was with my colleague Chau, on our way to meet a client. Their office was an imposing multi-storey building on Silom Road in the central business district.
The job was routine: ask questions, collect data, produce slides, and draft a proposal which in a few days' time our boss, TK, would present to the client as if he had done it all himself. In other words, typical grunt work for junior staff like Chau and me.
Despite the long hours and lack of recognition, there were compensations. We got to travel to interesting places and stay in nice hotels at somebody else's expense. Who wouldn't like that?
We spent Wednesday afternoon with TK, reviewing what we had found so far and drafting the interim report that he would deliver to the client the next day. He went out for dinner with another client while Chau and I worked late polishing the presentation.
The meeting went well. The client was pleased with our analysis of their problem and possible solutions we had identified. It was agreed that we should return the following week to work on the most promising of them.
It was the first time that week that we did not have to work late so Chau suggested that we go for a drink. After a short walk we crossed the main road and entered a side street, a
soi
. He explained that we were in Patpong, one of the red-light districts that Bangkok is famous for.
As we walked down the narrow street people outside every bar and club urged us to enter. Music blared through half open doors and there were glimpses of people inside, but Chau clearly had somewhere else in mind. Sure enough, we soon entered a dimly lit bar where a woman guided us to a bench seat set against the wall.
I looked around, my eyes adjusting to the gloom. There were several other seats all facing a small stage, and a bar at one end. A few men, some with scantily clad women, were scattered around; it was far from full, probably a bit too early.
Our beers arrived just as spotlights illuminated the stage and music started playing. A young woman pranced out, wearing a black bikini, high-heeled boots, and a feather boa. It was my first time in a strip club; I had to watch.
Moving in time with the music she strutted around the stage, pouting and winking at customers. At some point her top came off to reveal small, perky breasts. She continued dancing as another song came on. Finally, her panties came off and the lights went out abruptly.
Chau grinned at me, "Did you like that? Do you want her to sit with you."
I think I blushed. I certainly stammered as I declined the suggestion. He could see I was a bit rattled. After several more dancers and a couple of beers he announced that it was time to leave.
A bit further down the soi we entered another bar. It was almost as gloomy as the first, lacked a stage, but had a larger bar that dominated one side of the room. We took a couple of spare seats at the counter and ordered more beer.
Chau leaned across the counter for a whispered conversation with the barmaid, who then gestured for a colleague to come over. He asked which of the two I thought was prettiest, I hesitated than pointed to one of them. Chau handed over some banknotes and they ducked out of sight.
I knew something 'naughty' was about to happen but had no idea what. Imagine my surprise when 'my' barmaid's head appeared between my knees. The curtains that hung below the bar counter weren't just decorative!
'WTF!' I thought.
My companion undid my belt and started on my trousers. It was obvious where this was going so I followed her lead and helped with the button and zip, raising my buttocks so that she could lower my pants. My penis sprang free; she took the tip in her mouth, sucking, swallowing, consuming me. Meanwhile her fingers explored my inner thighs and balls. Eventually I came, shooting deep in her throat.
I looked around; nobody was paying attention, not even Chau. It was just business as usual! Gathering myself, literally and practically, I pulled up my trousers.
"Wow" I said.
"Welcome to Bangkok." Chau grinned.
Week 2
There was a lot to do so we flew back to Bangkok the following Sunday, reaching our hotel around 5pm. Unsurprisingly Chau had a plan for the evening.
"We're going to be busy all week, so let's relax with a massage" he suggested.
We dropped our bags in our rooms then headed out of the hotel. Chau led the way to a side-street opposite. He'd clearly been to this place before.
