'You wan' go Boom Boom?' he yelled back, sticking a finger through the circle he'd made with the thumb and fore finger of the other hand.
'Yes, Boom Boom.' Now don't get me wrong here, it's not like I'd done this a thousand times, or even a couple of times but hey, I was in Bangkok on my own with a hard on, thanks to my blessed brother's Viagra, and besides a million other men had done it before me. Fuck it, I wanted adventure and new experiences, things I'd never done before.
The traffic isn't as bad as you'd expect in Bangkok and after a short journey my man brought me to some dwelling that towered off into the sky and said, 'Here my friend, you wan' Boom Boom, come wi' me.'
So he with greasy cap on and buckled smile, led me up some steps in the twilight of that humid afternoon sun, and ushered me up to what looked like the front doors of a posh hotel.
'Here you go, Boom Boom.'
I paid the few hundred baht the meter said, and threw in a bit extra to him for bringing me here. He left me with a well suited brawny lookin' local standing outside a dark door made of glass.
'Welcome sir, won't you come in?' in almost perfect English.
The tinted gleaming heavy door swung open and I was led into a dim room with thick red carpet and mirrors on the ceiling. To my right was a little reception desk and directly before me was a window framed with all the golden carved excesses you would expect on a famous work of art hanging in the Tate. This picture though, was made up of about eighteen Thai women dressed in all sorts of garb. One for every occasion, there was the secretary, the slut, the beefy one and the burlesque one, the rabbit ears and the stylish.
They all had different features, different looks, this one with a round face, that with one a flat nose. I was a bit out of my depth here, and had been placed on one of four bar stools. There were no arm chairs or anything like that, just the line of bar stools in front of a giant window. So I dunno', what do you do in this situation? You've come this far, can't bottle it and leave.
So, I looked at the girls, tried to see one who looked confident, beautiful and strong, and with a dry mouth pointed and said, 'That one there please in the red evening gown.' There she was, not dressed down, or slutty, dressed nicely with a beautiful smile and deep dark eyes. They scooped her out of that exotic fish tank and led her over to me. She took my hand and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.
'That'll be three and half thousand baht for the next hour and five hundred for me,' the guy behind the reception desk said.
Four grand? I thought this shit was like twenty pounds a night? Oh well, I'd come this far.
'Sweet as, and I'll have a bottle of Sang som, a Coke, and some ice too please.'
'Come, I'll take you.' It was her first words and they were as soft and silky as her kiss had been. Like the guy on the door my hostess spoke almost perfect English, but with that smooth lilt of the Orient woven into it.
Still with one hand in mine and the other around the elbow on the same arm she led me outside and around the corner to a Seven-Eleven store.
'Would you like anything?' I offered.
'No I'm fine sank you.' looking up at me with those deep dark eyes, before another tender kiss, this time just on the bottom lip.
She took me upstairs to a room with a circular bath built big enough for a party, and a circular bed, that too I guess built for a party. There was also a large air mattress on the floor beside the bath.
She took the Rum, and pulled a bucket of ice from the fridge, 'Please, take off your clothes while I make you a drink.'
I undressed feeling a bit nervous about the whole scenario, but thanked God that the Viagra had at least given me a raging erection.
A smile crossed her face, 'Well doesn't look like you've had too much alcohol already tonight.'
She ran the bath, checking the temperature of the water as it filled. 'Come here,' she said, 'I want you to undress me now.' She turned around and lifted her long black hair across her shoulders, 'Please help me with my zip.'
I took a mouthful of my drink and with hands shivering I pulled the zip down to her waist. She looked over her shoulder, smiled again and turned to face me, never letting go of my gaze. She had no bra on and her breasts were shaped like tear drops with dark brown nipples.
'Now take off my dress,' she said with a stroke of my cock and once more that enticing smile. As I slid her dress down to her ankles, her smooth, sweet, shavin' pussy was right in front of my face, and she brushed herself against my cheek.
'Lie down on the air mattress.'
I followed this gentle order too. Again she tested the temperature of the water. 'First I give you massage, next I give you bath and then I give you me, Ok?'
Anything you say. 'Ok.'
'Start on your stomach.'
I tried to lie that way down but my hard on was sticking out like the mast on a ship. I shuffled about for a second trying to tuck it in somewhere.
Throwing me a reprieve she giggled, 'Ok, we start with you on your back,' then pulled out a bottle of menthol smelling oil and covered me with it, spreading it all over, adding a couple of smooth strokes to my penis at the same time. She rubbed my chest and my shoulders, always looking at me in the eyes, dressed only in that soft seductive smile, occasionally passing me my drink, which she would refill when required.
'So why you pick me?' she asked.
'You were the most beautiful one there, and you looked the most natural, comfortable. It was an easy choice, the others seemed more; fake or forced in either the way they dressed or their makeup. You just seemed to have a touch more class.' I could feel the warmth from inside her on my thigh and swallowed as for the first time during the massage she reached down and took me in her hands. It was only for a few seconds, still she never took her eyes from mine, still, she had that smile.