Carl had long been a customer at the local Thai restaurant, Jade Cafe. It was a small place, sparsely decorated with angular paintings in the respectful undertones of eastern art. Paneled booths lined each wall, and dark teak tables were precisely arrayed in between.
Jade Cafe was a sister restaurant to Jade Palace in a separate neighborhood, and both were great places to eat not just for the food, but also because they were populated with a cast of young, entirely female, native Thai servers who rotated between the two establishments. They seemed to have recently come to the country. Few of them spoke more than a few words of English, except for the maitre de at Jade Cafe, who called herself Vicky, and who years before had followed her brother to college nearby, earned an MA in textile art, and who spoke English quite well.
These girls had taken for themselves transliterated English-sounding names that they imagined matched their personalities, like Rainy, Meow, and Peapod. Because Carl was such a long-time and frequent customer, they all knew him by name and he knew most of theirs. He had developed a loyal attraction to Vicky, with her shiny coiffed black hair, round nose, almond-shaped stark black eyes, and brown skin. She showed little resistance to his attentions, and to his amazement, months ago they started an intimate relationship.
Because he frequently dined at the Jade cafe, he was often invited to stay at the restaurant after closing to eat with the girls. He loved this because it made him feel accepted among this transplanted community. They would relax, and some would change out of the fitted blue-black uniform they wore as servers. He never knew what they would be having because they prepared food for the whole group, and it was never food from the menu. He had no idea what most of it was. But he was often seated with them when large bowls of spicy home-style preparations were shared between tables.
One night an hour after closing, with cleanup duties done, five or six of the girls gathered to eat, all chatting in melodious Thai, which Carl knew none of. He saw that the first dish they were bringing out were plates with sausages on them, one for each. As a girl placed a plate in front of him, she said something quickly in Thai, obviously not intended for Carl, which promptly lead to a lull in the conversation. All of the girls who heard it smiled wildly, and Vicky translated off-handedly for Carl, "She said, is yours that big."
Carl heard her, and he knew the girls had heard her, and everybody knew that Vicky was translating for Carl. Their eyes fell on him with obvious interest in his reaction, but following Thai custom, they were overly polite and appeared to let it drop. Carl, however, began to flush with heat, and was swiftly brought to a keen level of awareness of the girls and of him at least fleetingly being the center of sexually suggestive attention.
Because of their intimate relationship, Vicky knew a few important things about Carl, not least of which was she knew first hand what a magnificent penis he had. One to be proud of, and which would clearly outshine the Thai sausage. And she knew that, as foreigners who had had little in the way of sexual relations with men in any form, but certainly had never seen the penis of someone of the host country, her fellow female servers would be roundly interested in the opportunity to see one, particularly one being obediently played with by its owner.
Vicky knew from experience that Carl liked to show it off. She had found that, at least for her enjoyment, he could be turned into a dutiful exhibitionist at the merest suggestion. This had led her to discover the absolute sincerity of his sexual obedience to her, and had taught her that he would take instruction in performing any sexually demeaning act that pleased her. She was the queen in their private relationship, but of late, and just because she could, she had decided to require him to demonstrate his innately worshipful side under more openly embarrassing circumstances.
One look from her, she thought slyly, could change the atmosphere of the dinner setting for everyone, and possibly forever. How easy it would be for her to create a new kind of relationship between the staff and Carl. By having him follow her instructions, she could show off the power balance in their relationship, and perhaps induce a little envy in that she was the recipient of devotion from one with such a grand penis. She realized satisfyingly that she wanted to do this, test if Carl would even take instruction in front of all the girls.
She gave him a very mischievous look, her eyes widening and beaming, setting off in Carl a fresh sense of giddy alarm. "Why don't we compare?" she asked, and tried to pull his chair out from the table. She was looking at him sternly with her great black eyes but across her face was a shrewdly approving smile so evident in meaning to him. He was sitting in his chair, however, and he needed to help if this was going to happen. She went around to the far side of his chair, so as not to be in the center of things. That was when a few of the Thai girls began to take notice.
"Pull out your chair," said Vicky in a voice he recognized as intentionally imperious and demanding. She was standing over him and looking down at his still bewildered eyes and then overtly to his lap.
Carl realized that if he moved now, if he did in fact follow through on this simple request to slide his chair out from the table, then it was all over. He instinctively knew that that act and everything that followed would prove to be an indoctrination for the staff. It would establish at minimum for all the view of Carl as a dutiful Carl, even if things went no further.
Sitting in the chair before all the girls, he felt hopeless and small, and a swelling tide of conflict began opening inside him as he contemplated his situation. This tide was thronging with anguish mixed with the chaotic flooding of testosterone. It was a thrilling and subsuming well, and he knew that if he fell into it he would be addicted to its hold no matter how fantastical his actions would be to the girls.
He looked at Vicky with appeal in his eyes. Was he going to be made to do this?. He sought advice through his guise, all the while understanding completely that whatever was about to happen would happen by her choice alone. She looked at him with unrelenting control, compelling the swell of emotion more than anything within him. The more he looked at her, the more fixated on this emotion he became, and the more he yielded. He rose slightly, slid his chair about 12 inches away from the table, and sat back on it. Vicky looked around the room and shared a barely controlled gloating. By now, everyone's focus had shifted to Carl. She said something in Thai, and every girl put a hand to her mouth. Then to a person, each smiled broadly, glee visible in their eyes. Peapod stood up and stepped closer to Carl's table.
"I said you want to show them your erection," she said with some emphasis. "Compare it to sausage."
Carl began looking around to the well-known faces, Peapod, Meow and Rainy, and between them now he could sense a completely new relationship of shared embarrassment. All of them could speak without him understanding, and they did. He could see that they now understood what was happening, and that as a group they reveled in being able to disguise in their native tongue their ownership of what was happening.
They had become animated, eager, and in fact seemed slightly embarrassed at being able to enjoy this in a way he could not interpret. His embarrassment, so different, was of shame. Deep shame, because by now he had revealed to everyone that he would take instructions from Vicky. She could translate everything right in front of him and he would have no idea what she said. He knew that they knew that if this continued, he would be on display at Vicky's whim. Even, conspiratorially, at their's.
There was another girl there who must have only worked at the Jade Palace because he did not know her. She was a stranger to him and he could barely look at her. Like most of the workers, she was short, slender, feminine in curvature, with straight black hair and olive skin, and seemed to be following the actions of the other girls.
"You do want to show it to us, don't you?" asked Vicky ruthlessly.
Carl looked at her, his head began nodding in a thoughtless and uncontrolled sway like a pendulum.
"Good. I thought so."
She then said something in Thai again. A conversation started up, brisk, back and forth. Carl heard Vicky use English words occasionally. He detected the word 'please,' and then a little later 'thank you.'
"They know these words from work," explained Vicky. "Please and thank you. I said you would ask them if you could show it to them. You would ask them nicely. Let them decide, and thank them as you go."
