THAI DREAMS
Warning: This is a story about the thriving sex businesses in Thailand. There are harsh scenes of activity not seen in the US. Everyone in this story is 18 or older and participating in these scenes with their own consent. However, they are harsher and sometimes brutal. If harsh sex with fetishes aren't your cup of tea, please don't read this. WARNING!
Chai Somsak is not his entire name. Thai's last names include their ancestors, their neighborhoods, and sometimes other things. When Chai went to America, he shortened it to something Americans can understand. He went to America to make a living and did very well at it. By the time he was thirty, he had a prosperous company. By the time he was thirty-five, he had a few of the larger companies wanting to buy his. He resisted until his father died in Bangkok. He took the opportunity to sell his company and return to his homeland. He wanted to take care of his mother, and a couple of his siblings.
After he had settled back into the family home, he began looking for something to do to make money. Since the tourist sex business was huge and very profitable, he decided to try and get into it.
That is not as easy as it sounds. It is a tight-knot community that must be careful not to offend the authorities while enticing the foreigners that are the lifeblood of their business. Chai knew he would have a problem if he attempted to open a new business. It wouldn't take long for the "protection" to drive him out of business.
No, he would have to buy an existing enterprise. He researched and found one well-known establishment. Wang's Wonderland was a large brothel with "specialty" rooms in the back. Chai heard that Wang wanted to leave Bangkok because of his health. Other vendors were lining up to buy it, but he was hesitating because the competition had been brutal, and he hated most of the other large establishments. They had tried to put him out of business when he first started twenty years earlier. Chai met with him a couple of times before Wang decided to stick it to the others and sell to an outsider from America.
Now, Chai has a business. Wang agreed to stay for a couple of months until Chai had an idea how to run a brothel.
The brothel was a large establishment in the front building. He had fifteen women working there at a time. They worked in shifts. He even had a couple of women that worked the early morning shifts. He would never be closed. In total, he had forty-five women working at his brothel.
He also had security. He had ten men who worked in shifts. One worked each shift in the brothel, another worked in the first room in the back, and the last worked in the "special" room that was hidden behind that. The man that was his head of security was a former military man who was known in Bangkok. He was Chai's highest paid employee, and he was worth every bit of his Thai Baht. Thai Baht was the official currency in Thailand. However, the dollar is king in the world of the "entertainment" in the Bangkok Metropolitan area where most of the brothels were.
The other ace Chai had in his pocket was his older brother. He had stayed in Bangkok and was by now a senior official in the police department. If the other brothels were to send their muscle at Chai, he had a military man and his brother to help him. One of the reasons Wang had sold to Chai was his brother. Wang wanted the other large brothels to pay for attacking him so often in the early years.
Wang had walked Chai through the entire floorplan of this new business. He had a large, well-decorated brothel in front. It was busy almost around the clock. The locals came late at night and early in the morning before the tourists filled the establishment. They were given a "local" discount to come. Wang had figured out that people in the building were better than no one being there. The locals and women knew the "local" price. It wasn't listed anywhere, but the locals knew.
The room immediately behind the brothel was a former warehouse. It had a circle bar in the center and one large stage at one end. There were numerous small rooms on the other two walls. There was a large wall in the back that had all kinds of hooks and hanging chains. It didn't take a genius to figure out what went on there.
The hidden room in the back was where the things Americans would never see in America. It took a special code to get there. The concierges of several high-end resorts and hotels were paid bounties for every tourist they sent to Wang's.
Wang had stopped being there in his last years. He had a manager that oversaw every aspect of the business. Chai had decided to keep him on. He knew everyone in the business, and half the senior policemen in the vice squad.
For the first two weeks, Chai sat quietly and watched how the business worked. The "den mother" of the girls handled money and made sure the girls weren't harmed. Anytime someone got out of line, the security man would deal with them. The punishment was proportional to the damage done to the girl. You mark a girl, you get burnt. You injure a girl; you get a broken bone. There was no second chance. You would be banned until the den mother decided to allow you back. The time you were gone was inversely proportioned to the amount of money you could pay.
Chai started staying in the two back rooms. The brothel ran smoothly, and he was concerned with the back. This is where he would make the most of his money but also have the most problems.
On that night, they had a good crowd in the middle room. Most were tourists wanting to see. A few wanted to participate. There was one white woman hanging on the wall. She was being whipped lightly, presumably by her partner. She had welts on her body, but when Chai went over to check on her, she had a smiling face with a look of complete abandon in her eyes. Okay, if that's what you need...
The large stage had three couples performing several sex acts at the same time. One man had a black woman on her knees and was fucking her in the ass with fervor. She had her head down and was quiet. There were two women on one side. They were locked in a reverse embrace and were oblivious to the world around them. In the center were three people, two men and one Asian woman. She was over a padded barrel. Her arms were handcuffed behind her and her legs were spread wide and strapped to the ends of the barrel. One man was fucking her pussy while the other fucked her mouth. Every few minutes they would exchange positions. By the time both had expended their wads, the woman appeared to have passed out. A worker stopped the show and got her off the stage. She slowly was coming around when Chai came by. She had a faraway look in her eyes but was smiling. She had cum all over her face and ass. She was given a towel and was beginning to clean herself off when he left.
He went to the back room. This room had many private small rooms. He did have cameras in them and a monitor in the control room. He couldn't afford to have anyone die in one of those rooms. It was unusual, but it did happen in Bangkok from time to time.
It was early, and only one room was occupied at that time. It was an American couple. His arms were bound behind him, and he was on his knees. She was dressed in a dominatrix costume with a whip in her hand. He had a ball gag in his mouth, and she was whipping him mercilessly. They were real welts, and he was squirming. She finally stopped and took his ball gag out. She then stepped in front of him and pushed her pussy into his face and told him to satisfy her needs. He began working on her as fast as he could.
