Note: this story builds slowly and doesn't feature a lot of banging, although I do get to it. So if you're looking for a quick wank, this probably isn't for you.
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I was underwater--swimming in something...couldn't be water, it was dark and thick like black oil or molasses. My eyes burned I knew my air was running out. But I couldn't see how to get out. Hell, I couldn't even figure out which way was up. A light began to barely glow somewhere and I swam for it with all my strength. But I wasn't moving because the molasses was too thick. My lungs screamed with the effort and just as I was about to give up, I surfaced, and drank in great desperate gasps of air. I laid there a few minutes just basking in the simple task of breathing. Slowly I opened my eyes, but the world looked like a thick sheet of wax paper. My vision was blurred and I couldn't lift my head to look around me, no matter how hard I tried.
I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to raise my head. Immediately a chisel split open the back of my skull and searing jolts of pain screamed down my spine. Surely I had been attacked by murderous bandits and left for dead in a stinking ditch in some squalid part of...wait a minute...I had no idea of where I was. Boston? Glasgow? Johannesburg? Fighting back the pain in my cranium I tried hard to remember, to no avail. My hands grasped the surface of the liquid, which I realized wasn't liquid at all but fabric. Perhaps some kind of a bedspread. I determined it must indeed be a bedspread and I must be lying across a bed.
As the world slowly swam into focus, I was able to make out the telltale trappings of a hotel room-a dresser, huge armoire, nightstand. "There's always phones on those nightstands," my addled brain reasoned. And sure enough I could just see the top of the receiver. I gathered my strength and began to crawl toward it. But my body wasn't ready to be put through this ordeal and I found myself having to rest--twice. Then my hand wouldn't sufficiently close around the receiver to bring it to my head. I decided to just pull the whole thing toward me and hope the receiver would drop near my head.
It did. And I watched as my thumb shakily pushed '0.' There was a pause and then a voice answered "Front desk."
"Please," I croaked, "Send a doctor."
And that was how Dr. Chu found me: naked, beaten, face down on a hotel bed with no clue where I was or how I got there. He gave me two shots in my ass, dressed my facial wounds, ordered me some food and drew a bath for me. Then he filled me in: I was in Hong Kong at the Grand Hyatt Hotel. I'd been there three days but I put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign so no one tried to clean the room. Chu said I'd been drugged, most likely rohypnol by one of the high priced hookers in the Wan Chai district.
"They usually triple dose their customers," Dr Chu told me, "just to be sure."
Through my slowly clearing mental fog I could remember being out somewhere, talking to a couple of women. But that was it.
See, I've always had a thing for Asian women. Ever since I was in Vietnam and went to Hong Kong for R & R, I've loved everything about them—the way they walk, the way they talk, the way they fuck—they live to please their men, unlike American women who act like they are doing you a favor just to touch your dick.
So every opportunity I get I try to fuck some Asian women. Whenever I come to Hong Kong, which is about 3 times a year, I go to Wan Chai for a high class hooker. None of that risky street stuff for me. I want a clean, classy woman who knows how to fuck.
But I digress.
I looked around the room. My pants were neatly placed across the desk chair and—big surprise here-the wallet's gone. There goes about 5 grand in cash, if I recall. And now I'll have to spend a day canceling credit cards. I looked to my hands and my Audemars Piguet watch and a very expensive, custom-made black diamond ring were also missing. Now, this was starting to piss me off.
About that time lunch arrived and Dr Chu and I ate. Whatever drug he gave me was working pretty well and I had regained everything but touch feelings in my lower legs. Chu told me that drugging of American businessmen was becoming fairly common in Wan Chai nowadays, and that several had died. Likely the girl was one of the Phillipino locals or Thai whores that come to work a week at a time, then disappear back into Thailand.
"You want me to call police?" Chu asked sincerely.
I thought about it a moment.
"No," I said, "I don't know what I'd tell them. I don't remember anything."
Not to mention, of course, that I didn't want to admit I'd been mugged by a prostitute who left me drugged, naked and unconscious for three days—all because I was following my dick.
I thanked Dr. Chu and told him I would be more careful in the future. I stayed in my hotel room the rest of that day and night, calling clients I had missed meetings with and fighting my way through the mental fog. I had dinner in, booked a flight home and packed my suitcases. The next morning, I called the bellhop, grabbed my briefcase and performed my usual final scan of the room. It looked like I had everything, but then I saw a clock/radio on the dresser. It struck me as odd that it would be there since in most hotels it's on the nightstand.
But there was something else...
Then suddenly it hit me.
That was my clock/radio...only it wasn't a clock/radio, it was a video camera disguised to look like a clock/radio.
I remembered reading about it on the plane in one of those sky market magazines. It is a nanny-cam designed to catch nannies abusing children, but I had bought it at a local electronics mall and set it up to discreetly tape my encounter with the hooker.
I dropped my briefcase and looked at the counter on the back. Sure enough, it's motion-activated hard drive had recorded 2 hours of video.
I called the front desk and cancelled the bellhop, then attached the camera to the room's TV.
There she was-a walking wet dream. I had met her at Joe Bananas Bar, one of the nicer clubs in Wan Chai. She had told me her name was Juli and she was truly one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. She was tall for an Asian, about 5'9 with more curves than most. She looked to be about 24 or 25 with sparkling brown eyes and perfect teeth. She was wearing a long red silk dress, slit up the side to her hip, and the top was a halter that didn't allow for a bra. Her C-cup tits moved enticingly when she spoke or laughed. She moved gracefully, seductively and confidently. We quickly agreed on a price for a good fuck. She asked me what hotel I was at and when I told her, I swear I saw her perfect nipples on her perfect tits harden. She asked if we could have a drink and dance for a little while first, flashing me that sexy little smile while touching my thigh.
"Sure," I said, "what do you want?"
"I get drink," she said, "you wait here."
She then stuck her tongue in my ear while rubbing my cock through my pants.
"Oooh, he big boy," she said, giggling, "I hope I can fit in my mouth."
Then she disappeared and I was left trying to hide my very obvious erection. A few minutes later she returned and handed me a very red, very sweet mixed drink. I tasted it, thought it was probably a Singapore Sling.
"What is this?" I asked.
"House specialty," she said, "Lets dance."
We danced a couple of songs and I finished my drink. She looked at me and said "Time to go."
I smiled and paid the bill. But as I got to my feet to leave, I remember feeling oddly lightheaded when I followed her to the cab. That's the last thing I remember.
The video began as we opened the hotel room door. I was already looking pretty wasted as she escorted me to the bed, taking off my sport jacket and tie, all the while murmuring words of encouragement.
"Now you sit here," she said with that man's dream of a mouth, "I make you feel good."
She started to do what would appear to me in my doped state as undress, but the video showed what she was really doing was casing the room for things to steal. Meanwhile, I was looking unhappier than ever. Finally I said "Excuse me," and headed for the bathroom. She searched the room in my absence and I could hear myself retching from the bathroom. Moments later, I staggered out and she immediately grabbed me and began removing my clothes. She unfastened my pants and dropped them to the floor, then took my boxers off. "Oooo we gonna take care of you," she purred as she took off my shirt and eased me back on the bed.
