Going with a Customer in Orea

Editor's Note: Over the next little while I am going to share some stories told to me by a girl I met in 2017 at a bar in Koh Pha-ngan, an island in the Gulf of Thailand just north of Koh Samui. Koh Pha-ngan is famous for its Full Moon Party with attracts upwards of 20,000 party-goers, sometimes more, every month. I met her in a bar on the outskirts of Thongsala, and persuaded her to leave the bar and travel the length of Thailand with me. The week after I met her, she got a text from a Thai friend who was working at a massage parlor somewhere in Korea. Her friend said the money was very good; much better than in Thailand. I was skeptical, so I told her to ask her friend what was involved. The friend said there was no sex, just massage. I had my doubts. I warned her that many Thai women were lured to Korea with the promise of jobs, but upon their arrival, they were instead forced into sex work by pimps who seized their passports and blocked any escape attempt. Despite my warning, she was insistent, so I bought her a ticket to Seoul...

My first week in Korea was very hard on me. The day I arrived, I was taken to a shop and immediately put to work. I serviced six different men that night, including the owner. The greatest number of men I had ever had in one night at the bar on Koh Pha-gnan was four. That had only happened once. The following day, the driver who had picked me up at the airport returned, and I was bundled off to another shop where the process was essentially repeated. This went on for the first week: another day, another shop.

I later learned that this pattern was typical for new girls. Someone like my friend would earn a commission from persuading someone like me to come to Korea to work. On arrival, girls like me would be picked up at the airport and taken first to one shop, and then another, and then another, to be offered as seemingly fresh meat to sex-starved Korean men. I was driven around to five different shops during my first week in Korea. Each day I would service five or six men, and sometimes more.

This was very different from my time as a bar girl in Thailand. There, I had some measure of control. Men would come into the bar, pick out a girl, buy her a 'lady drink' or two, sit with her a while and chat, and then negotiate a price... and I was free to accept or reject an offer. True, the offer was usually accepted. It was rare that a night went by without me accepting an offer, and while it didn't happen all that often, there were some nights when I would sometimes get bedded by more than one man, but in Thailand, it was my choice... and the men, but especially the men from Western countries, were usually nice, and handsome too. Not so much in Korean 'massage' shops.

There, I was on display along with several other girls. We would be seated at the front of the shop, heavily made-up, usually dressed in a see-through teddy and skimpy panties that left nothing to the imagination, in high heels that added four inches to our height. When a man would walk in, we'd stand and present ourselves. He would look us over and pick one of us. Then he would take us to a back room and fuck us. There was no pretence of 'massage'. In these Korean 'massage' shops, sex is sold in 30-minute chunks, so the men wanted to get straight down to business. In the room, my job was to get the man hard, first with my hand, then with my mouth, and then let him get off with my pussy.

I knew that things had changed at the start of the second week when the driver arrived and took me back to one of the shops I had been at previously. I later learned that this shop owner had offered the trafficker the most for my services. That's where I settled, in a small city of about 100,000 called Boryeong, for the next few months. I became one of four regulars in a little 'massage' shop down a back alley. I was no longer 'fresh meat'. Now, along with other regulars, I found myself competing with freshly-arrived girls like I had been just a short while ago. That was OK. As a regular, I might have to service two or three men a night, sometimes more, but not often. As a regular, I also began to develop repeat customers, men who would come back to see me again and again.

Once we settled into a shop, we were occasionally allowed out. We were given a small amount of money with which to buy the necessities of life: food, cosmetics, medicine, clothing. Customers sometimes also gave us tips. We wouldn't venture far. We would go to nearby convenience stores which had an arrangement with our shop owner, and on our one day off a week, some of us would go to a small local bar that specialized in serving Thai girls like us from the other 'massage shops' in town... and of course, the bar would also attract Korean men who were looking for more than the 30-minute 'quickie' they could get at the massage shops.

For many of us, this became our most important source of money. We'd go there, hoping to get picked by a man, negotiate a price, then go off to a kind of 'love hotel' for the afternoon. These sessions would usually last three or four hours, during which we'd get fucked as often as the man could manage to get it up; usually three times. Then we'd go back to the bar, hoping to get picked one more time that night. The owner of the bar was our banker. We'd give him the money we earned. He'd take a cut. He'd keep the rest safe for us. That's how some of us managed to squirrel away enough to afford a plane ticket home.

Life was hard, and it was harder on some girls than others. To dull the pain, some girls turned to drugs and became addicted. The bar attracted all manner of low life, including drug dealers. They would select a girl, get her drunk, take her out, fuck her - often with a buddy or two - and offer her something to kill the pain... but to make sure that she would keep coming back, they would offer more than the going rate for her services, and of course they would offer her more drugs. Over the course of a few weeks or months, they would introduce her to more addictive substances. Under the influence, she would be made to provide all manner of services to the pusher and his friends, and videos would be made that they would then threaten to send to her family in Thailand if she didn't comply with their demands... and then one day, she would simply not come back. We would hear rumors that maybe the missing girl was being pimped out as a prostitute, or that she was working at a shady club in a nearby town, and we would hear darker rumors too. For girls like us, there was nowhere to turn. The local police were in on the racket. We couldn't turn to them. We were so vulnerable.

Something like that happened to me. After about a month, one of my regulars, a young Korean of about 25. started to take real liking to me and asked me if we could get together on my day off for more than a 'quickie'. I told him about the bar I frequented. He agreed to meet me there and said he wanted to take me for the whole day. We negotiated a price that I considered fair.

I had gone to the bar, and gone with customers a few times before this, but only for a few hours. This was the first time I had agreed to go with someone for a whole day - almost like a date - so I wanted to dress good and slutty, like I used to do at the bar back in Pha-gnan when I wanted to catch the attention of men.

When the day came, I chose a pair of high heels, and I borrowed a skirt from one of the other girls that showed lots of leg. I dolled myself up with eye shaddow and lipstick, and I put on a loose-fitting T-shirt that left my coffee-colored mid-riff bare. As I walked along the streets of Boryeong from my shop to the bar, I attracted lots of attention. The attention continued as I waited in the bar for my man to arrive.

When we got into his car, using Google Translate, he ordered me to remove my panties. He then instructed me to recline my seat, spread my legs and start playing with myself. We were still parked outside the bar and people passing by, if they happened to look, could easily see me sliding a finger in and out of my increasingly wet pussy... and I think a few did.

After enjoying this spectacle (and my obvious embarrassment) for a while, he started the car and pulled away. As he drove, he pulled his cock out of his pants and motioned for me to take him into my mouth. It wasn't long before I felt him grow hard. I was prepared for him to cum in my mouth. Instead, he pulled into a parking lot and motioned for me to climb into the back seat. He quickly followed and soon had me naked, my legs open, and his hard cock buried deep in my very wet pussy. It didn't take long for him to fill me with cum.

Just a few short months ago. I had been eking out a living as a non-descript farm labourer in rural Thailand. I was a brown-skinned thirty-something mother of three. Men in the village hardly took notice of me. I hadn't slept with a man in years, but then my life changed. First, I found myself working at the bar in Koh Pha-ngan, where white-skinned foreign men would have their way with me, usually a different man every night, and sometimes more than one, and now here I was, letting a virile young Korean man fuck me in his car while people passed by outside.

When he was done, we drove to a hotel and registered, with me standing beside him, looking like a proper slut, which is exactly what he wanted. He insisted that I wear no bra and no panties. My dark Thai nipples stood erect, clearly visible through the thin material of my top. His cum was still oozing from my pussy. I could feel it running down my inner thigh. Once we were in the room, we fucked all afternoon, seemingly for hours, with him bringing me to repeated orgasms and himself to completion. He seemed to really enjoy the sounds I made and the way I reacted when he brought me to orgasm with his cock. I would grab his buttocks and grind myself into him in search of more pleasure.

We then both slept until about 10 pm, After ordering some food, we were back at it until 2 or 3 am. By the end, I was exhausted and filled to overflowing with his cum. We slept until about 9 am the next morning, at which point I told him that I needed to get back to my shop, which opened at noon. He nodded in agreement, but then he simply rolled me over onto my back, spread my legs, mounted me and began fucking me once again. I was his little brown Thai slut, he wasn't on the clock, my pussy was available to him, and he wasn't about to let me go. He was insatiable, He fucked me to completion two more times that morning. By the time he was done with me, it was already well past noon. He didn't care. I was his until he decided otherwise, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He then told me to get dressed and gather my things. We checked out and got into his car. Instead of taking me to the shop, he drove me to his place. On the way there, he had me recline my seat, remove my panties, open my legs and finger my little brown cunt, still moist from our recent session. I had no idea where I was. I was pretty sure I was still in the city of Boryeong, but I didn't know where, and without money, I had no idea how I might make it back either to the bar or to my shop. I was at the mercy of this young man, and although he hadn't hurt me yet, I knew that Korean men were quite prepared to use force to get their way with women like me... so I kept my mouth shut and decided that I would deny him nothing.

He kept me in his apartment for the better part of a week. It was a nice place, with a balcony overlooking the city. During the day, he would go off to work, leaving me alone. I thought about escaping, but I had nowhere to run. He would come home at night, sometimes drunk and sometimes not, and he would fuck me at will. One night he brought home another young man. They made videos of themselves fucking me on the kitchen table, fingering me to orgasm and then fucking me on the balcony, doing me in the shower and on the bed. Sometimes it would be just one while the other watched or took pictures. Sometimes they would both be on me, and in me. This went on for hours.

My captor enjoyed sharing me so much that two nights later, he brought home a different friend. They took turns fucking me until his friend finally left at around midnight. The next day, he woke me up early, fucked me in the shower stall one last time, said he was taking me 'back' that morning and told to get dressed. When I went to fetch my clothes, I discovered that my bra and panties were missing. He said he decided to keep those as a kind of trophy.

Once we got into the car, he once again had me recline my seat, hike up my skirt and spread my legs so he could look at and finger my little Thai pussy, still wet from his cum. Once we arrived outside the bar, he gave me the money he had promised. This was the amount that I had previously agreed to, thinking it was going to be for a day and a night of fun, and not a wee. He then dismissed me, signalling that I was to get out of the car, without a word or even a glance in my direction. I felt humiliated.

The bar didn't open until 11 am, and I wanted to deposit my money with the bar owner before walking back to my shop, so I sat on the curb and waited. Dressed like a slut, I attracted quite a bit of attention and got some offers from passing men to service them in the nearby alley. I ended up making a bit more money by giving two men a blow job. I let another man fuck me to completion up against a brick wall but he didn't pay me. I recognized him as a policeman who often came by our shop. They don't pay. They take what they want, and we Thai girls in Korea let them for fear of the consequences.

By noon that day, I was back at my shop, tired but ready to service more customers. I was surprised that my shop owner was not more angry with me for having been absent for almost a week, but as I came to learn, Thai girls like me come and go in Korea, and the supply is endless.