“Hmm.” As I pondered this, the music changed, becoming slower and more sensual. Meanwhile, the leftmost dancer stepped down from the bar and the remaining women moved left to new positions. A figure appeared at the right end of the bar.
Something about her caught my attention. With casual elegance she shed her kimono and draped it over a bar stool. Then she turned toward the shrine in the corner near the ceiling. Touching her fingertips together, she brought them to her forehead and bowed, her reverent gesture totally at odds with the environment.
I felt a strange ache in my chest as I watched her mount the steps to the bar, smooth and sure on her stiletto heels. She was taller than many of the girls, slender and willowy. Her long hair rippled around her as she moved, perfectly attuned to the melody and rhythm.
She was a natural dancer. Her fluid gestures held me transfixed. She grasped one of the poles leading from the bar to the ceiling and arched backward until her hair brushed the floor. Waves flowed through her, sweet undulations that began in her pelvis and shimmered up her spine. By comparison the other girls seemed clumsy and coarse. She was not trying to entice, it seemed; she was lost in the music. Yet there was something supremely sexy about her performance. I found myself hardening as I gazed at her, turned on for the first time since entering this den of flesh.
As if she felt my gaze she released the pole, turned and looked in my direction. Her red-painted lips curved in a smile of invitation. Her eyes locked to mine, she unhooked her bikini top and let it slide off her shoulders, revealing sweet, small, firm-looking breasts, capped with almond-hued nipples that surely were erect. She brushed her palms over them, closing her eyes as if savouring the sensation. My penis throbbed uncomfortably in my jeans.
The song changed to something more upbeat. She shook her hips, did the same bumps and grinds as the other dancers, but the effect was totally different. She was listening to some inner voice. Every now and again her eyes would meet mine, and that luscious smile would light her face. I found myself holding my breath, willing her to turn again in my direction.
Finally, her set ended. She slipped away into the crowd before I could call to her. I felt a sense of loss totally out of proportion to the situation. Then, suddenly, she was beside me. I discovered that I was blushing.
“Hello,” she said, her smile even more intoxicating close up. “You like me? You like my dancing?”
“I certainly do.”
“You buy me drink?”
“Of course.” She waved over another bar girl. “Mekong coke,” she ordered. “And you, mister, you want one more beer?”
“Sure, why not?” I looked over at Charlie, hoping for some guidance. He had one girl in his lap and another whispering in his ear. All three of them were giggling. Charlie caught my slightly desperate glance and shrugged.
“Go for it,” he said. “We are. Come on, girls!” He stuffed three five-hundred baht bills in the bamboo tube holding our bill, then headed for the door, one girl on each arm. “Have a great time, Pat,” he called over his shoulder. “I’ll see you on Monday.” Damn him, leaving me alone like that.
I was almost trembling when our drinks arrived. My companion seated herself beside me, her bare thigh pressed against mine, and raised her drink. “Chok dee,” she said, clicking our glasses. Good luck to you.
I was tongue-tied with nervousness. Fortunately my lovely friend managed the conversation.
“What your name?” she asked.
“Patrick. Pat.”
“Hello, Pat. My name Lek. Means small.” For the first time, she giggled in that girlish way I associated with the other women. “It’s a joke, because I’m so big.”
“You’re not big,” I said. “At least, not next to me.” In fact, she seemed diminutive and fragile beside my six-foot-two, two hundred and eighty pound frame.
She took my hand, and a little shiver ran up my spine. Her skin was smooth and cool. “You have a wife, Pat?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Would I be here with you if I was married?” She doubled over with laughter, apparently finding this hilarious.
“Most men come here have wives. Never mind. You have girlfriend?”
I smiled into her shining eyes. “No, no girlfriend.”
“OK, then, maybe Lek can be your girlfriend.” Without warning she laid a gentle hand on the bulge in my pants. “You like me, I think.”
I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. “Yes, I like you.”
“I like you, too. Maybe we go to your room? You pay the bar five hundred baht, then we can go.”
I felt a chill. All at once this had turned into a financial transaction. Still, I wanted her. “What about for you?” I asked. “How much do I have to pay you?”
“Never mind. Whatever you want, no problem.” She pulled me to a standing position. “Come on, let’s go. I like you a lot.”
On the way back to the hotel, I wondered what I was getting into. Lek was nothing like the hookers I had known. Was she just pretending not to care about the money? She chattered away, apparently unaware of my concerns.
My room was cooler than the muggy night outside, but still humid. The whisper of the air conditioning drowned out the traffic noise from the street. As soon as the door was closed and she had slipped off her shoes, Lek was kneeling in front of me working at my zipper.
I tried to make her rise. “No, you don’t have to do that.”
She looked disappointed. “You don’t want my mouth on you?”
“Of course I do, but…”
“Then let me,” she said softly. “I want to.” With the hooker, I had to pay extra for a blow job. Lek acted as though I was doing her a favour. As soon as my fly was open, my penis popped out, full and solid as a sausage. She pursed her lips and mouthed the tip, leaving traces of lipstick on the bulb. Then she slithered her tongue down my length, circling the base with her thumb and forefinger while cupping my balls in her other palm. I groaned. It has been a long time since I have known anyone’s touch but my own.
“Your cock very nice, Pat,” she murmured, in between mouthfuls. She took me deep into her throat and kept me there, sucking hard, nursing my cock like a baby at its mother’s tit. I’d never felt anything like it.
Already I could feel the come boiling up in me. I began to thrust, jerking my hips, banging the tip of my cock against the back of her throat. She responded by sucking harder, till I felt that her hot vacuum would literally pull the come out of me.
I wanted to stop. I didn’t want to come so soon. I wanted to be inside her, those graceful, muscular legs wrapped around me, when I came. But she wouldn’t let me go, and finally, I didn’t want her to. I twined my fingers in her hair and pulled her head into my crotch, fucking her face until I could bear it no more. The semen surged up my shaft, filling her mouth and overflowing.
She kept licking me gently as my dick shrank back to its normal size. Then she looked up at me and smiled, an angelic smile made sweetly perverse by the creamy remnants of my come on her lips.
“You like that?” she asked archly.
“What do you think?” I pulled her to me and embraced her, tasting my own bitter fluid on her ripe mouth. “That was amazing, Lek.” After a while I released her and looked down ruefully at my limp penis. “Unfortunately, I was hoping to use that to explore some other parts of your anatomy.”
“Never mind,” she said. “Long night. You lie down there and watch me. You’ll be hard again pretty quick.”
She was so charming that I couldn’t contradict her. I reclined on the bed while she did a little private strip-tease.
She wasn’t wearing much, but she made every garment count. Moving to some music in her head, she strutted across the carpet, then turned her back to me. She untied her halter top from around her neck. Then she turned and slowly lowered the hands, gradually revealing to me those luscious little breasts. Her skin was a dusky ivory that reminded me of the erotic figurines carved from elephant tusks that I had seen in Okinawa. Her nipples seemed large in proportion. I ran my tongue over my lips, thinking about having one in my mouth. My penis twitched, already coming back to life.