In Pattaya Beach, Thailand, Polly, a short, pretty young Thai prostitute, was chatting with her ladyboy friend Anchali. They were sitting on the steps of the entrance to an eatery owned by Polly's older brother. As the two friends were chatting, Polly watched the white male tourists as they walked by; she smiled at the better-looking ones. Anchali frowned.
"Hey, Polly," Anchali said in Thai. "Don't be so eager to get in bed with these guys. Some of them are creeps."
"Maybe, but they have money, which I need for my family," Polly said in Thai. "I'm a prostitute; that's what I do."
"You know what some of the farangs (Thai for 'Westerners') do?" Anchali asked. "Some like to beat girls, as some Japanese men do. Others like to humiliate girls, like showing them off naked in public. Others want rough anal; As a gay tranny, I like anal from men, but I doubt you, or most girls, do. Some farangs like to rape their prostitutes. And then there are the ones who like the really young, little girls...or boys."
"I've had five farangs so far, and they all treated me OK. No diseases, either. I can take care of myself, and I can tell the creeps from the nice men."
"That's what you think, Polly. You're only 18 years old. And as sexy and desirable as you are, it's only a matter of time before a nasty man gets his hands on you."
"Anchali, I can't do anything else. I never got a good education, and my mother is old and sick. She really needs the best medical care I can afford, which right now isn't much. If I don't get the money for her, she could die." Just then, Polly saw a tall, thin, handsome blond-haired man walk by. He looked to be in his late 20s. "Hello, strong handsome man," she called out to him in English, grinning flirtatiously.
He walked up to her, smiling back. "My name's Tory, Tory Wright," he said to her in an English accent. "What's your name?"
"Polly," she said, reaching out to shake his hand. He shook hers.
"Hi, Polly," he said, his accent pronouncing the words, "Hoi, Polligh." He looked up and down at her short, curvaceous, dark-skinned body, delighted at how delicious she looked. She was wearing a blue and grey sleeveless top (no bra), dark blue denim shorts, and flip flops. She wore no makeup, but she didn't need it, for she had the prettiest, most kissable of faces. "Let's go in and find ourselves a table, shall we?"
"OK," Polly said. "Bye, Anchali." She got up.
"Bye," Anchali said, frowning. "Be careful."
Polly went in the eatery with Tory, who sat at a chair and tapped his left thigh, signalling for her to sit on his lap, which she did, facing him. She put her arms around his neck and, always grinning, pressed her forehead and nose against his.
"Let's get to business," he whispered. "How much for one night?"
"1,000 baht for a long time," she said. "The more you pay, the more I do for you."
"I like the sound of that," he said, his hard-on bulging in his shorts. Its length and thickness, which she could clearly feel under her ass, were impressing and exciting her. "I have lots and lots of money, and the more you do for me, the more generous I'll be with you."
She giggled and stroked his hair.
"Is there somewhere private back there, where we can go?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "My brother owns this restaurant. There's a room back there with a bed, toilet, and shower that I sometimes use."
"Perfect. Let's go there now."
"OK." They got up, and she led him to the back room. He was anxious of anyone seeing him go with her, since he didn't want anyone interrupting them; but everyone else in the eatery minded his own business. They went into the room and locked the door.
He sat on a wooden chair by the bed, and she stood before him, facing him. She put her knees on the chair between his legs, pushing against his erection.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"No sex for now," he said, ogling her. "I just want to know what product you're selling, so take all your clothes off. I want to see every inch of you. Everything."
"OK," she said with a slight hint of nervousness. She undid the button on her shorts and began unzipping them.
"Dance slowly as you undress."
"OK." She swayed her hips left to right as she pulled down her shorts, revealing an ornately designed, pretty pink thong. The shorts fell to her ankles, and she took her feet out of the flip-flops and kicked them and the shorts to the side.
"Very nice," he said, ogling her thong, legs, and feet. "Off with your top."
She pulled off her shirt, revealing two large, perfectly shaped, brown breasts with darker brown nipples the diameter of quarters.
"What beautiful tits you have, Polly." He cupped them in his hands, caressed them, and gently squeezed them. His fingers tickled her nipples, making them point out.
Getting wet, she was sighing her appreciation for his sensitive touching. She now pulled down the thong, revealing her black pubic hair: not too much, not too little--just right. She pulled her feet through the leg holes of the thong and kicked it aside. She now stood fully naked in front of him.
He looked up and down at her, studying her skin. "What a beautiful bird you are, Polly," he said with lustful joy. "You haven't got a flaw. Turn around for me, love. Lemme see your bum."
She turned around, showing him her perfectly sculpted, round, callipygian behind. He gently patted it, and rubbed his fingers along the smooth anal cleft, wondering what treasures were hiding between those brown buns.
"Perfect arse," he grunted. "Sit on my lap."
She did, rubbing her buttocks against the rock-hard cock pointing a bulge in his shorts. He put his hands on her breasts and gently squeezed them while giving her soft pecks on her right cheek. She sighed softly as he moaned and kissed her.
"Alright," he said. "Get up, spread your legs and bend over so I can see your arsehole and cunt."
She didn't like hearing such vulgar language, but she did as she was told. She may have been a prostitute, but that didn't mean he couldn't at least try to treat her like a lady. Upside-down and from between her spread legs, she looked back up at him fearfully as he examined her anus, vulva, and vagina.
"Do you really need to look at my private places like that?" she asked tensely.
"Yes, baby," he said, stretching her anus open. "I have to check for herpes, anal warts, that kind of thing. You can't be too careful with girls like you."
Girls like me? she thought; Yeah, Tory, I'm just a whore. I'm not a human being. Still, I have a sick mother and a poor family. I'll just have to put up with all this. I hope I can get as much money as he promised I'd get.
"Those two holes are so pretty looking," he said, licking his lips at the sight of her puckered black anus and purple liquorice labia. "Unfortunately, though, you smell pretty bad down there. Let's go to the shower and clean you up."
Biting her lip at his continuing rudeness, she went with him to the shower stall. He lathered up the soap in his hands as she let the warm water pour on her body. He smeared the lather on her breasts, her armpits, and her torso. Despite her resentment at 'needing' to bathe again (she'd had a shower an hour before meeting Tory, and only used the toilet for a shit once since the shower), she comforted herself with enjoying his gentle, caressing fingers.
He rinsed her off, then said, "OK, love. Squat down and spread your legs so I can see your pussy. I wanna clean that stinky beauty."
Frowning, she squatted for him. His soapy finger slid in and out of her vagina, tickling her G-spot. She closed her eyes and, sighing, enjoyed his sensitive finger, wishing his mouth and thoughts could have been equally so. His still well-lathered hand smeared the soap all over her vulva, massaging her hardening clitoris and swelling labia.
He rinsed her off, then said, "OK, turn around, spread your legs, and bend over. I'm gonna clean your arsehole."
Her heart beat a painfully strong thud when she heard that vulgarity. He seemed particularly interested in her anus; indeed, his soapy finger poked deep inside her rectum, feeling all over the walls to clean out every last bit of shit that may have still been residing there. Would she have to endure anal sex that night in his hotel? She kept reminding herself of that money he'd promised: if it was anywhere near as much as she imagined she might get, her mother would be saved, and her family might live comfortably, for at least a while, anyway.
He rinsed her asshole out, then soaped up her buttocks, legs and feet. He was meticulous in getting every inch of her body clean, not just due to a dislike of her body odour (of which she'd hardly had any to begin with), but also out of a wish to fetish and go over all of her, leaving not a millimetre untouched. He rinsed her, then dried her with a nearby towel. They went back to the main area of the room.
He sat on the chair again, and she stood in front of him. He put his hand between her legs and fingered her clit, getting it hard again. He wrapped his lips around her right nipple and sucked on it while sliding his finger inside her moistening pussy. She moaned softly.
His left hand gently squeezed her right buttock. Then he took his finger out of her wet cunt and put that hand on her left buttock. He opened her ass and began fingering her anus. Again, this bothered her, but she was willing put up with it for that money.
His lips pulled back on the nipple, let it go, and he smiled to see her tit bounce back with a wiggle. He took his right hand off her ass and took his wallet out of his pants. He took his other hand off her ass, pulled out a wad of baht, and thumbed through the bills.
Her eyes lit up: he had thousands and thousands!
"Here's 5,000 baht, sweetheart," he said, giving her the money. "There'll be a lot more where that came from if you do the right things with me tonight."
"OK," she said, grinning as she counted the money. "We gonna fuck now?"
"Not now," he said, having her sit on his cock and grind on it while he fondled her breasts. "Tonight's when we'll fuck. I have some things to do in a few minutes."
"You're giving me 5,000 baht just to be naked for you?"
"Yep. And you'll get over twice that amount tonight if you do what I want to you do." He put his right hand on her pussy again, fingering her wet vaginal orifice.
Wow, she thought as she continued rubbing her ass against his hard-on; I'm getting a total of 15,000 baht--maybe more, much more!--if I can put up with whatever he wants. He touches me gently; his fingers get me horny; he's good-looking and has a big dick. I'm sure the sex will be fun. I just have to put up with his rudeness. This night's earnings could pay for all my mother's medical needs: yes, he can have his way with me!
"OK," he said, having her get up, but still fingering her cunt and now fondling her ass. "I have to go, but I'll see you at the front of this restaurant at, say, 9 o'clock, alright?"
"OK," she said, happily allowing him to keep feeling up her naked body.
