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Author's note:

Be advised this chapter definitely focuses more on the drama part of this story. Also please understand that Thailand is a kingdom and there are different levels to society. Many Westerners see the red-light districts in Thailand and think that the entire country is that way. Thai women tend to cover up when in public and public displays of affections are a rarity not the norm. Appearances can be very important for people.

Living in Bangkok, Thailand, trying to work for a family-owned import export company from China started out as fun but now can be a bit awkward. The head office in China has recently been sending my long over-due pay, and my housemate and I once again have money to spend. With money to spend, I figured that it would be a good time to take my neighbor out on a date. My neighbor and I have a weird relationship where I stole from her (when I was out of money), she held me up with a sword (she keeps an ancient Thai sword), she may have forced me to do sexual things (sexual things I might have enjoyed), and we have kept all this a secret from everyone (I do not think she has told anyone).

Rather than just screw around the house, I could take her out and treat her to a nice restaurant or something. I know she is a school teacher, so I assume she does not get out very much. While we do have sex, we do not have any formal relationship, so I was not sure where a date would put us.

We live in cement rowhouses that are connected with little fenced courtyards in front of each house. Previously I had jumped the fence into her courtyard to get to her house, but as our relationship has progressed, I tend to just go up and knock on the door. Since we still keep things mostly secret, I checked to make sure her housemate's motorbike is gone before knocking. It takes a couple knocks for her to come to the door. My cock jumped a little in my pants at the sight of this young Thai woman, even with her still in her teacher's uniform. She looked around making sure we are alone, then waves me into her house.

"I want to take you out to dinner. You know... maybe a date night might be kind of fun."

"Date?" Confusion clouds her face.

"Are there any restaurants near Central World you would like to go to?" The giant shopping mall of Central World seemed like a great excursion for a young couple... or not actually a couple. There have to be many restaurants we could choose from around the mall, just a short ride on the airport raillink train, and girls always love to go shopping.

She responded quickly, "Central World! Mai, mai, mai! No, we can not go there."

"Where should we go?" She is the local. She has to know better places to go.

"Mai dai, we can not date," she tells me to my shock. She tells me that I belong to her during intercourse, then she says we can not date. I am confused with what she wants.

"Why not?" I frustratedly ask.

"No date, we meet first," is her reply. I thought we had already met. "I need to ask Pi Toy. She will know where." So, my neighbor will ask her friend where we should go on a 'meet', a 'meeting', I am confused what to call our 'not a date'.

"Does your friend know about us?" I wonder. Her face turns red.

"No! Never, mai chai! No one knows." Her determined response sounds less convincing than a simple 'no'. "I message you where we meet."

"But I do not have your number? How should we message?" I point out how we have not even connected by cell phone.

"You tam line rew messinjerh?" I guess she is asking what do I use to send messages. Most Thai people use Line.

"I can do Line." I pull out my cell phone and we look each other up with a QR code. The name 'Pim Rose' appears on her profile. I ask if that is her name.

"No, you can call me Pim." This is the first time I have used her name. An odd couple that we have gotten this far without names, but I am sure Pim is just her nickname. Most Thai people have long names that are difficult to pronounce, thus they usually go by a nickname.

Having swapped contact information, all we needed was to wait for Pi Toy, Pim's friend, to tell us where to go. I found my way back to my empty house.

The next day a ding on my phone alerted me with a message from Pim. The messages named a bar near Lumpini Park. We would meet at the rail-link station around 7:30 pm. I wonder if her friend Pi Toy will be there.

Arriving on time to the train station, two Thai girls waved me down at stairs leading off the street level. I hardly recognized Pim with her makeup, a pleated brown denim mini skirt, and a white crochet poncho over her silky red crop top. Good that she waved me over, otherwise I might have passed up the fun party girl looking for a school teacher. "An ni Khun Mike. Mike this Pi Toy, she is my friend." Pim introduced me to a girl that reminds you of a stick figure with how thin her arms and legs were. Pi Toy was also matching Pim's party style with a stylishly-torn black jean skirt and a long sleave dark green shirt that had laced-up side slits with the stings tied in bows on each of her hips. What is it about seeing bit of skin revealed under laces on a slender woman that makes you want to untied those stings?

"Uh, hi, Pi Toy, how are you?" I mutter to be barely heard over the sounding foot traffic.

"I am so glad you could make it, Mike," Toy says with familiarity making me wonder how much she does not know about me. We swipe our phones at the gates and head toward the train platforms. I used the opportunity to lean into Pim and ask, "How much does Pi Toy know?"

"Know about what?"

"About us?"

"I tell her we neighbors. We go on date to the club. Chai mai kha?" Pim says as though she has only told her friend ten words about me. Though it seems more like they spent hours talking about me.

We find our way to the platform heading into the city center. We did not have long to wait as a train could be seen rushing toward the station.

"So, how close of a friend is Pi Toy?" I inquire.

"Been puen sunit ti suet, she is my best friend."

After find seats on the train, the girls mostly looked at their phones like it was a habit of how to act on a commuter train. Getting off at the Ratchadamtri station, we hopped into a taxi that took us the last couple kilometers to the bar. It turned out to be a nightclub styled bar with live music and dancing on a Friday night. Paying the cover charge to get in, we worked our way through the darkened loud crowded venue. People mostly seem to be sitting around enjoying the loud music and looking at their phones.

Without any open tables open on the first floor, we climbed up the stairs to the second floor. Pi Toy quickly led us straight to a tiny table with two chairs. Before I could comment about the table not having enough chairs, Toy told one of the neighboring tables that we would be borrowing their empty chair. I caught a passing server by the sleeve and asked the girls what they wanted. They wanted tequila sunrises, and just to make it easy we just ordered three.

The music was not as loud as the first floor but it was loud. We try to talk but it is hard to understand each other not just because of the music but also the language. I was still confused, why would Pim not want a private first date? Why had she invited her best friend from university to be a third wheel? How were we supposed to talk at a loud bar? I did not know what to think.

Pi Toy asked me a lot of questions, where did I come from? What did I do? What did I think of Bangkok? In our struggle to hear each other we had to lean very close. It took a lot of effort to look into their soft brown eyes, and not down at the soft brown skin exposed by their low-cut shirts, though every time Pim or Pi Toy would lean toward me they cautiously covered their cleavage with their hand. Normally Pim wears a perfume that gives hints of violets or lilac to teach at school. Here at the club dressed as a party girl, she steamed of incense and jasmine. I was experiencing a different version of her.

A couple of drinks into the interrogation, they asked if I wanted to dance which was more of them telling me they were going to dance. The place was starting to fill up, and we gave up our table to work our way down the stairs.

The band was playing their versions of Thai pop songs. We found some open space for us on the dance floor for our little trio. Our dancing was nothing special but as one guy with two good looking Thai girls dancing around him, I felt pretty special. We each raised our arms and rotated with the music in our own individual way. We were clearly dancing together, yet the girls were careful to never purposely touch me. They would sometimes rub up on each other, creating a bit of girl on girl action, but never so much as a hand touched me. How come a Thai woman who wants to suck my dick behind closed doors did not so much as want to touch me on the dance floor?

After some wiggling around on the dance floor, we devolved into taking selfies and photos for social media. The photos inspired a trip to the toilet which had the long line for the ladies room. After some time outside waiting for the girls to finish, I started to consider getting another drink. Then the girls emerged from the abyss of the lady's room, to inform me that we were leaving quickly. It sounded like something had gone wrong but it turned out we were just meeting some more friends.

Another taxi ride to another location. Funny how we avoided physical contact dancing yet were practically sitting on top of each other crammed in the back seat of a taxi. With both girls leaning on me like a seat cushion I am forced wrap my arms around both of them to keep from getting squished. Now fully energized from the drinks and dancing, Toy continued her inquiry in the back seat of the taxi. Where had I gone to school? Who were my parents? What did they do? How did I compare living in Bangkok to living in China? Had I been to Kao San Road? How many Thai girlfriends have I had? How many girlfriends have I had total?

Pim let Pi Toy ask most of the questions. Though Pim did surprise me with some questions about sex. Was I homo or bisexual? Was I monogamous? Did I have a girlfriend or wife back in my home country? Had I ever slept with a girl that I met on a dating site? An end to the taxi ride saved me from incriminating myself further.

Pim and Pi Toy dragged me to a table of select friends hanging out at a quiet out of the way bar tucked next door to a giant high-rise office building. The table was almost in the street and instead of individual drinks we were mixing our own from lime, soda water, ice, and Sang Sum (rum) set in the middle of the table. The table of friends was much more relaxed than my earlier interrogation. In fact, neither Pim nor Pi Toy were sitting next to me. Instead their guy friends sat on my left and right, who included me by speaking English as much as they could in their conversations.

I actually felt like part of their group just hanging out on the side of the road. There is nothing erotic about being included in a group of friends, it just makes you feel like you belong. Pim had introduced me as a new friend and the group readily accepted me. And I was not the center of attention either, I was just another person at the table listening to the daily struggles of the people sharing drinks with me.

A foot rubbing against my leg broke my attention. At first I thought someone had accidently kicked me under the table. The foot did not go away, rather it slowly rubbed further and further up my leg. I looked across the table to Pim hungrily staring at me over the top of her phone. After winking, she looked back at her phone as though nothing was happening but her foot kept working its way up my thigh. I had to take a long sip of rum to cover my excitement.

Resting her heel on my chair her toes massaged my crouch. Nibbling her thumb nail our eyes locked again. All with her toes massaging, eyes together, she lustfully slid her mouth over her thumb, once, twice, three times, then looked away like she was scrolling through her phone. Her foot pressed on me, almost causing me to spit out whiskey. Then her foot carefully pulled away leaving me in unwanted peace.

Pim leaned across the table looking at one of the other guys there, "Kong, ki kaud (key card), tung bi hong nam." She demanded from the guy named Kong. Kong threw her a shocked look like he did not want to give what she had demanded.

"Hong nam lang bar (the toilet is in the back of the bar)!" he snapped back not giving up his key card. Everyone chuckled. Pim jerked back as though he recommended she do some unspeakable act.

"Mai dai!" she insisted. "Lang bar sokoprok maaaak! Mai bi! Ki kaud!" Her hand extended demanding the card be released to her. Kong rolled his eyes sipping from his drink. "Ki kaud!" He shook his head 'no'. "Ki kaud!" Reluctantly Kong removed the lanyard from around his neck and handed over his ID card.

"Nueng laan baht khrap (1 million baht)," he casually demanded in return. She scornfully laughed at him, adjusted her skirt, and walked off toward the front doors of the office building next to where we were drinking.

After having been aroused by Pim's foot action under the table, I forced to return to normal conversation without her even being present. It was a bit difficult to not think about her, having just watched her little ass in that swaying brown little skirt walk off to the toilet. My drink helped. Right when I focused on some political conversation the guys were having, my phone rang. The caller hung up just as I was answering, and then I saw I had about 6 messages from Pim.

2 of the messages were pictures of her cleavage and her red underwear barely showing from under her skirt. The other messages gave instructions to ask for the toilet, and once I was in the toilet to call her on my phone. My heart started to race with excitement. To prepare myself, I quickly finished my drink.

When I asked for directions to the toilet, they pointed me to the back, past the bar, on the left. I went to the toilet and quickly called.

"Hello"

"Hello, you pee yet?" Why is she asking me if I peed?

"No, I just went to the toilet and called like you told me to."

"You pee and wash your hands. That way you not come out right away." She explained her plan. "You come out the toilet, go to the side office door. Not go to the front door. Ok nah? Side door."

So, I followed her plan, peed, washed my hands, took a deep breath, exited the toilet. I could see the group sitting at the table next to the street, but none of them noticed me amidst the other tables and patrons closer to the bar. A side door on the office building opens out into some of the outdoor bar seating. I was able to confidently walk over and slip through the door leading into a large office building.

Inside was a large lobby with kiosks for a coffee shop and a convenience store in opposing corners. The large information desk sat in the center of the lobby flanked on each side by entry gates for office workers to pass through. Standing at the desk was Pim talking to the security guards. She pointed at me, and one security guard waved me over. What was she going to have the security guards do to me?

"ID card, I need your ID card or passport," the security guard said blankly. What kind kinky stuff does she have in mind that will need my ID? I looked at Pim for reassurance but she scribbling something on a clipboard not even noticing. I handed over my passport.

"You name, sign here." The security guard slid the clipboard over to me. Evidently Pim had filled in my first name and phone number on the visitor list and I only needed to sign. I signed.

"Here your visitor pass. You get passport back when you return visitor pass." The security guard handed me laminated card on a lanyard that said 'visitor pass' in large letters.

Without any more ado, Pim led the way over to the gates, swiped Kong's key card for the gate to open, walk through, and turned to watch me do the same with the visitor pass. The gates lead to a hallway that had a large bank of elevators and signs indicating men's room to the right and women's room to the left. Which toilet would we go into, men's or women's?

Pim pushed the elevator button and a set of doors immediately opened. I had to rush to jump in the elevator next to her. She swiped the key card over the bank of selection buttons causing the light to switch from red to green, then she selected one of the highest floors in this very tall office building. Feeling the elevator start to rise she turned to me.

"You ready?" she asked as though she was about to do something very bad.

"Ready for what?" I asked back like a fool.

"Ready for what I going to do to you?" I would have answered but she dropped her purse, pushed me against the wall, pulled my head down to hers, and started to aggressively kiss me. Her tongue traced across the inside of my teeth. I pulled my lips back to where they barely touched hers. My ears popped from the change in pressure. She anxiously pushed in to snatch kiss after kiss from my mouth. Running my fingers through the hair on the back of her head, I push my face into hers. She held my face in her hands to steady a long deep kiss.

"Ding" the door bell indicated that we had arrived at our floor. The doors opened to a darkened office space. Pim pulled me across the elevator to selection bank of buttons, swiped the key card, and selected a lower floor. Without wasting a second, she pushed me back into the elevator wall, kissing me further. Her hands were pulling at my shirt, fumbling aggressively with the buttons. The doors closed and we descended.

My hands slipped lower on her body, feeling that straight little waist, around her waist line, along her abs, under the fringe of her crochet poncho, and up her smooth silky shirt to the exposed cleavage, all while we sucked on each other's faces. She had my shirt unbuttoned and untucked, but with an undershirt on her hands had to slide up my undershirt to caress my pecks and chest. Something about my chest hair fascinated her. She loved running her fingers through it.

"Ding" the doors opened again. I pulled away. I was started to get worried we would be discovered.

"Won't someone find us in here?" I asked unsure of what we were doing.

"The building empty. All people gone home. Only security guard here, but..." She giggled mischievously leaning into me. "...we never go to 1

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floor. No one see us." She swiped the card, selected a high floor, and pulled my hands up to her heaving chest. While there was plenty I could see through that poncho of crochet yarn and easy for my fingers to massage her body through the little holes, I was forced to pull it over her head and off or my mouth was not going to get down there. The doors closed and we ascended.

Those soft breasts slipped out of her low cut red top easily enough. Breasts in hand, I nibbled my way down her neck to suck on her collar bone. When I paused too long to stare at her beautiful dark areolas, she solidly gripped the hair on the back of my head, shoving me down to those breasts where I was supposed to be sucking at her. I sucked, I licked, I nibbled, I massaged. Her fingernails dug into the back of my head. She cooed writhing against me.

"Ding" again the doors opened. She swiped the card, selected a lower floor, and pull my shirts off. Her fingers traced over my pecks and back through my chest hair, before nestling and burying her face in my chest. The doors closed and we descended again. I palmed each of her butt cheeks, holding her tight against me and my obviously hard penis. After massaging and squeezing her firm butt, my finger pulled that mini skirt up, letting them reach into her crack.

"Ding" the doors opened, card swiped, floor selected. I kneel down to pull her panties off. The doors closed, we ascended. That mini skirt proved to be too tight for easily pulling her panties off, so I resorted to unzipping the back, and pulling the skirt off with her underwear. Her eyes rolled back into her head when my fingers felt her exposed slit. Our mouths collided again, as one finger then two fingers, slipped inside of her. My thumb rubbing around the folds above her entrance.