This story is based on real account; however the names of main characters have been changed.
"Why don't you guys go ahead for the Safari World? I slept rather late last night hanging around town, so I'm going to doze through for a few hours. I will catch you guys for lunch when you all come back." I said to the four men at the breakfast table, cutting gingerly through my French omelette.
"Ankit Sir, I have an ointment in my room which is good to reduce those marks on your face and neck." Nasir Ahmed said winking at me.
I got conscious of the stiff pain on my face and neck. It was already 8:45 am when I woke up, and the hotel policy for breakfast was from 6:30 to 9:00 am only. My room at the Amari Atrium Bangkok was on the 25nd Floor, and since it was a double view VIP corner suite; it was relatively far from the elevator. The hunger won, and cleaning up had to wait until after.
"Thanks Nasir, you can drop it off to my room before you hop on to the tour bus. By the way, did you guys manage to get to Annie's massage last night?" I said trying to change the subject.
Nasir, Amir, Saran, and Amit had come to my room last evening asking for directions to a good soapy massage parlour in Bangkok. They had been conned by the taxi driver the night before. Since it was their first time in Bangkok, the moment Amir had said "boom boom" in the taxi, they was never going to reach Annie's. The taxi driver had driven them around town from one massage parlour to another, not even asking for fare. Finally at 2:30 am, too tired to waste time sitting in a taxi, they settled at a place which had charged them twice the regular price, with even shitter service.
Having done my research thoroughly beforehand, I wrote them the address of "Marriott Sukhumvit" on the hotel notepad. Then I instructed them to show the address to the taxi driver. I stressed that if he asks for "massage" or "boom boom", just tell him to drive. "Do not try to interact with the driver. If he hassles too much, just play the dumb foreigner and say 'No English'. When you get to the hotel, go inside and wait for 5 minutes in the lobby. Then come out, take a circle around the hotel, looking for the sign 'Annie's massage'. Each of you will get 90 minutes, like the place I got you in Pattaya, but here, you get two shots at the girl guaranteed." I already had made my plans with Ashish; otherwise I would have joined them.
"Boss, thanks to you, we all had the best time at Annie's. They truly understand the concept of 'Value for Money'". Amir said. I couldn't decide if he was boasting or blushing.
Finished with my omelette, I got up to get the freshly made waffle I saw earlier. As I waited at the counter for the chef to make a fresh one, I looked around to find most of my tour group absent. I was relieved not being forced to show my shameful crimes of the night to the rest of the group.
My name is Ankit Malhotra, and I am 29 years old. Having done my under grad from University of Illinois -- Chicago, double majoring in Business Management and Accounting (summa cum laude), I had to move back to New Delhi five years ago. My father, Rajesh Malhotra, hailing from a small village outside Amritsar, made his fortune in the tractor business in the 1990s. As business expanded, my family moved from Amritsar to New Delhi. I used to be a geeky tall boy until high school, but I filled up to 190 pounds of muscular frame, and 6 feet, with whitish Punjabi complexion of my mother, by the time I got into college.
Being my parent's only child, I was pampered overwhelmingly. Even in high school, I had a Mercedes to drive around. My father had forced me to have a bodyguard with gun in my second year of high school. Apparently, he didn't want to take any chances with me, which I couldn't understand at that point of time. He had got a demand call from some gangster. The Gunner bodyguard, Ramesh, made all the girls weary of me in high school, limiting my dating opportunities. So I had to wait until 'freshmen Jenny' in college to release my 8.5'' uncircumcised thick cock in its true essence, but that is another story.
"Here is your waffle, Sir!" The cook said. I thanked him, and finished decorating the waffle myself with strawberries. I was relieved to find my table empty on my way back. I wasn't in the mood for giving a marketing lecture to the group on the latest expensive tractor. It was after all -- a 'purely' business marketing trip, which I had explained to my 24 year old wife Tanisha in Delhi.
My wife, Tanisha, was 20 when we got married. She is from Amritsar, 5.5 feet, 120 pounds, and an absolute Punjabi firecracker. I, 24 then, had returned from office one evening, and my father simply told me "Get ready in 15 minutes Ankit. We have to go to Rajesh Uncle's house to see a girl for you". I had been expecting for a parade of such girls ever since I had returned from America. It was finally commencing. I just wasn't guessing to get swept over by Tanisha's beauty in our first meeting itself. Nonetheless, we had our arranged marriage, and our son, Aditya, arrived within two years.
As I sliced into my waffle, Nadia's perfume arising from my shoulders occupied my conscience. It had truly been the wildest night of my life. After our encounter with the Russian 'Galaxy bar' girls in Pattaya two night ago, Ashish and me just couldn't go back to the Thai pussy. Nearly spending two hours, and more than 2 thousand baht (about 70-80 USD) getting lap dances in the 'Moulin Rouge' night club on the 'Walking Street' of Pattaya, we were desperate for some Russian action for the night. Finally, we found a pimp, Sahil, who hooked us up with absolute supermodel type Russian girls for the night in Pattaya. But that is another story.
"Sahil Bro, can you give me the number in Bangkok?" I messaged Sahil at 7 pm, looking at the shiny lights of the skyscraper from my window. Five minutes later, I had the number of 'Vera'. I called atleast ten times in the next ten minutes, but the number was busy. So I messaged Sahil again -- "Dude, that number isn't working. Can you give me another?"
Ten minutes later I got another number of 'Irina', with a call from Sahil -"Ankit, I just spoke to Vera. Her number is working, and she's my first preference. But you can try Irina's too. It's going to be 8000 baht for full night." Anyways, I called Vera again, but couldn't get through again.
I tried Irina, and got her ringtone immediately. "Hi Irina, my name is Ankit. I got your number from Sahil in Pattaya."
"Yes, Yes. Sahil called me. So you want short time. It will be three thousand baht." Irina told me.
"No. Actually I wanted two girls; One for me, and one for my friend, for whole night." I spoke.
"I have a great model friend. She is from Ukraine. It will be eight thousand each for full night." Irina said.
"Ok. But we wanted to go out clubbing and drinking first. Where do you want to meet?" I asked.
"Get to 'Biosky hotel.' Then call me from the lobby. I will meet you with my friend at 8:30. Don't be late." Irina said.
"Ok." I hung up.
It was 7:30 pm already. I called Ashish to get ready by 8, and meet me in the hotel lobby. I quickly shaved, showered, and dressed up in Armani jeans and shirt for the clubbing. Then I googled 'Biosky' Hotel, and pinched it into the google map app on my HTC One. I stuffed fifteen thousand baht (about USD 500) in my wallet. I removed my diamond rings, gold chain, and passport wallet, and locked them up in the room safe. Learning to be organized was a true asset I had acquired in college. It's an irony that this asset was being used in immoral activities.
Just as I was about to remove the card key from the hotel room, in walked Nasir, Amir, Saran, and Amit, with their desperate questions. I managed to get rid of them only when Ashish called from the hotel lobby. Ashish, 34 years old, is my tractor distributor from Agra (city of the great Taj Mahal). Even though I am his boss, we have had a great friendship ever since I joined my business. He is 5' 10'' with whitish complexion like mine. He has done his entire education in India, and his English speaking abilities is rather minimalistic. But what he lacks in terms of communication, he makes up for it in his enthusiasm. It is generally true that Indian men are thrifty when spending money, but Ashish is as lavish as me to get what we want.
All communications between Ashish and me happened in Hindi, but I am translating his to English for wide-spread viewership.
I met Ashish right outside the ground level elevators. "Boss, where are we going?" questioned Ashish, trying to keep pace with me walking out of the hotel.
"Right now, we have to get a taxi to 'Biosky hotel.' We have to meet the girls in the hotel lobby." I said.
