I am Naren. I am a masseur in a Bangkok hotel. I can give a massage, but rarely do my clients want massage. My job goes deeper. I have figured earlier in these chronicles in the story Jump Starting Love, Bangkok Style. I have had many interesting experiences. I will narrate one of them.
Most often my clients are middle-aged couples. Two women, and sometimes even a group of three women have needed my services, but never a single woman. One day I had call from two Indian women. So far the only Indian women I have met were couples, and even that is rare. I was surprised for Indian women do not venture out in a foreign country. But the two women who called me were full of surprises
These two did not show any trace of shyness. On the other hand there was a mischievous twinkle in their eyes. When I entered the room they greeted me warmly. They were in their early forties. Both were wheaten coloured with black hair streaked with grey. They wore elegant rimless spectacles and had the appearance of professors. I thought I was in the wrong room. When I referred to my slip one of the ladies told me that they had ordered for my services. The third surprise was that they were quite assured. Even seasoned clients from the Western world are reticent at the first encounter. But not these. They called me in and offered a seat as if I was a student and they were my examiners.
"I am Maya," said the leaner one "and this is my friend Saras."
"What is your educational qualification?" asked Saras. I smiled. "I suppose it is the first time a customer has asked for that?"
"Yes," I said. "I have completed my schooling and I was doing my first year engineering diploma when I got into this."
"How strong are you in mathematics?" asked Maya.
"Not bad."
"You must work on your maths. That is the mother of all sciences. When you retire from this job, which I suppose would be much earlier than other jobs, go back to engineering."
"Thank you auntie," I said and they burst out laughing. I laughed too. It was not my intention to call her auntie but it just came.
"You are welcome to call us that," said Maya.
"Now I will tell you about us," said Saras. "We have known each other from our teenage years. We were college mates; we are still college mates but as professors of mathematics in a college in a big town in southern India. We are spinsters. We are not lesbians. We live in different hostels for working women. We often meet outside college hours mostly in libraries. One day we were both working on our lectures when the following conversation ensued. Maya please tell him what happened."
"I wanted to talk about sex for some time to Saras. The conversation went somewhat on these lines.
'Saras do you have sexual fantasies,' I asked. She looked up in the middle of serious preparation for her lecture and answered as if it was a routine topic we discuss in libraries.
'I do Maya, but why suddenly this question?'
'Of late my fantasies are become more and more lurid.'
'You have to explain.'
'They are becoming attainable.'
'More explanation needed.'
'Formerly it was about celebrities like sportsmen and movie actors. Nowadays it is men whom I meet in my day to day activities.'
'Like?'
'My students. That is bothering me. It is horrible. Now tell me about you.'
'The same here,' said Saras. "I fear that we may even be targeting the same person in our fantasies,' she said and we laughed. We discussed the matter further and decided that we are sex starved and unless we do something about it we may proposition a student. The thought was frightening. The ensuing scandal will surely drive us out of the town. Both of us thought about it for a few months and did some research too. We decided that it would in our best interest to satisfy our hunger. We discussed it for some months and pitched upon Bangkok because of its liberal attitude to sex.
"Have you anything to say young man?" asked Saras.
"You have come to the right place," I said.
"Nice to hear that," said Saras. "We have to go about it step by step. We have a lot of catching up to do. We have no experience of men whatsoever. For example we have never seen a man in the nude. We start there."
"That's easy. I'll undress and come draped in a towel and when you give the signal I'll whisk off the towel."
"Good"
Soon I was in front of them with a white towel round my waist. For the first time they were nervous. The two were not leaning back but sat at the edge of the seat. They were moving their tongue to moisten the dryness, and their pupils were wide-open more in fear than excitement.
"Now give the signal," I said.
Suddenly the tension eased. They laughed. They looked at each other and Maya spoke, still giggling.
"On the marks, get set, go," she said. I whisked off the towel and threw it on the cot. They gasped. I moved closer.
"Is this the normal size," asked Saras. "By normal I mean in the resting state?"
"It is slightly bigger."
"Why should it be at this early stage in the proceeding?"
