This is the second part of my story. I have tried to capture my thoughts as they happened. Where I can't remember exactly I've been creative, but always as true as possible to my recollections of the events that happened to me.
Chapter 2
Mamasan had told me sternly to look after my second customer who sounded German; give him good boom boom as she put it. I was very anxious not to displease her and had done my best to follow her orders. I had received several slaps already, and overheard the other girls warning each other not to get her angry. She could be very severe. Fortunately, he seemed to find my body satisfying.
I still felt shell-shocked by my new situation. I was accustomed to being wooed and treated with respect. My past boyfriends and now my husband, always took time with foreplay being considerate of my pleasure. Although I didn't always reach orgasm with my husband, I enjoyed the experience of sex. Sometimes though lying next to him, I brought myself to climax, forcing myself with difficulty to remain quiet and struggling to keep still, while he slept.
I was amazed but had to admit that I was aroused by these men, none of whom was the kind of Adonis I sometimes dreamt of. They were clearly only interested in their own pleasure and where they made a cursory effort to stimulate me, it seemed only as a way of confirming to themselves their own sexual prowess. And yet I was indeed stimulated, my body responding to them, tingling beneath their touch. I was not surprised they didn't want to lick my pussy. They knew many other cocks had already been inside me. I was intoxicated as much by inexplicable desire, as I was by alcohol.
I was a complete slut. I had become the Chinky whore my third and downright unpleasant customer had called me, and I revelled in it just as I disliked him. He was Australian I thought, and more than most, had just used me as a piece of meat to provide brief pleasure. He had barely acknowledged me, hardly noticed the shuddering orgasm I couldn't suppress, and left me with a contemptuous glance, without a word of gratitude.
Now my fourth customer, a younger Thai man had just finished with me. Although not good looking, he had been more considerate. Pulling his penis out of me, he smiled in satisfaction, the end of his condom hanging under the weight of its milky load. I gazed up at him vacantly for a moment before struggling into a crawling position. I took hold of his still tumescent dick and rolled off the condom, knotting the end and tossing it into the bin.
I lifted my lips to the goo-coated head and drew it into my mouth sucking and licking the slightly acrid-tasting cum from it. Satisfied that his cock looked presentable I let it fall and rolled back on my haunches. He pulled on his clothes and acknowledged me again with a smile, as I pressed my hands together in a wai gesture and bowed to him, feeling real gratitude that he had appreciated me.
I felt tired and sated. I lay back naked gazing up at the off-white tiled ceiling, noticing some of the tiles askew. I was used to my surroundings now. I didn't even attempt to find my way out. I just reclined on the bed with legs slightly spread, it seemed like ages but was probably no more than a few minutes. I had been fucked by the big American, a German, an Australian, and the Thai. From being a normal career-minded doctor only a few hours ago, I was now, by any definition a cheap prostitute. As I mouthed the words silently...
cheap prostitute
, I found my body stirring again. How was this possible? I supposed I was still disinhibited by alcohol, but to have descended so far, so quickly?
My ears pricked up. I listened through the partitions on either side, and across the narrow corridor through our curtains. Girls like me were lying there with legs spread, girls who I would not even have deigned to speak to or would have dismissed with scorn. I heard noises of men grunting out their lust on these small bodies just like mine.
I realised this was a back street place, cheap and I guessed originally designed to cater to local trade but partly taken over now by sex tourists who wanted girls, cheap and willing. I felt strangely satisfied and at peace. I knew what I had done was wrong, but I felt a kind of helplessness, powerlessness which was exciting and compelling.
I hadn't realised what I was getting in to when I walked in. The procuress had ensnared me. It made me think of the old poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner... of the Wedding Guest who was captivated by the old sailor and unable to escape him. I had never thought my personality was weak, and yet Mamasan, my procuress seemed to completely overpower my will, I felt like a helpless child under her stern and controlling gaze.
Each time I told myself I had become a whore, I felt a surge of excitement and warmth in my loins. I had completely lost control of the situation I admitted. My body no longer seemed my property and I realized that I was going to be fucked by anyone who wanted me. This thought terrified and excited me at the same time and left me tingling with anticipation of what awaited me. I wasn't sure what would become of me; when the curtains would part. I heard footsteps in the corridor and wondered if it was my next customer. Once again, I felt a flutter of fear.
Mamasan's head appeared round the curtain, looking down on me and noticing my apprehensive expression. She smiled, I felt with satisfaction as she surveyed the dried sperm on my thighs over my smudged number 43. I could see that she was well aware of the power she had over me. From the offhand way she spoke and treated me, it was clear she thought of me as a pathetic and weak-willed girl, and much as I hated myself for it, I had to admit she was right. I sighed, never so unsure of my feelings, with tears welling.
'I don't know what to do, Mamasan?' I blurted out without really thinking, but in genuine wonder. She laughed at my innocent and troubled expression, and I could hear contempt in her tone.
'Kitty, don't worry, you just bar girl, Mamasan look after you. Same as my other girls. Girl like you is natural whore, no point to be ashame. Now! You go shower.''.
Natural whore? What could I say? She looked satisfied as I nodded in resignation and tottered to my feet. She pointed to the other end of the corridor where a faded picture of the king hung.. Slightly unsteady, I followed her directions, round the corner. There was a mens room first. Round another turn and a ladies... lady? I couldn't help smiling wryly. I had always thought of myself as a lady, but now? A naked whore in a brothel, with semen smeared over my thigh and in my pubic hair, I was no longer sure that I qualified.
I went in. There were two girls already showering and I stepped into the wet room to join them. One of the girls, Mai passed me some shower gel and I enjoyed the warm water splashing over my body. I looked in the mirror, there we were, three prostitutes washing our well-used bodies for our next customers. I noticed several bruises on my thighs and arms.
I hadn't even considered how to extricate myself from this situation. My mind wasn't functioning fully yet and I had just slipped into my new role as a prostitute. Drying ourselves quickly we helped eachother by smoothing body lotion over eachother.
