Chapter 4
I was dreaming. Dreaming I was at the ballet or opera, the elegant surroundings of Covent Garden. I was on the stage! I was Salome performing the Dance of the Seven Veils. I was removing one veil after another, I was puzzled because there seemed far more than seven, each time I removed one there was always another. The music ended and everyone was watching me in surprise, not knowing whether to clap. I felt embarrassed and just stood on stage pulling off veils ... but the dream faded before I finished my striptease, before I discovered the end.
Consciousness gradually returned to me. In that half asleep fugue state, I was aware of a warm naked body next to mine and I snuggled closer assuming it was Robert, my husband. As my hand ran over the warm nude skin, I registered that it was smooth like my own. I gradually became more aware but felt very disoriented. This was not my comfortable bed, or my bedroom at home, and this was not my husband's familiar hairy form. A naked girl was entwined with my nude body! I panicked a moment, thinking, am I in the Marriott? Impossible! Oh yes! It's my new girlfriend, Ni.
And it gradually comes back to me, I am still in the brothel, I am a prostitute... This is not a dream. Last night I had been used roughly, fucked hard by my pimp, Mr Somchai, on his desk, and I could still feel it between my legs. Oh shit, I remembered how I had responded to him, how I had offered no resistance. But really, how could I have resisted? Nobody knows I am here; nobody could come to rescue me. I am alone, isolated and have to find my way by myself.
If I called the police, what would they see? Just another whore for sure. I guessed that Mr Somchai might pay them anyway and I knew that some of our Thai clients are policemen. They would never believe that I am a British doctor. No, there had been no alternative, and he had fucked me without a condom, fuck, that's three times I have been fucked here bareback.
I lie under the thin cover spooned by Ni's warm body, her arm around me, thinking about these things. I need to avoid any further contact with Mr Somchai if I can.
It is getting dark outside. Oh fuck! I've slept right through the day again. A cracked plastic clock on a shelf tells me it is about 5.30pm. I lie a moment longer meditating, a feeling of anxiety building. I must find a way out, but how? I don't have any clothes here and my friends said it is too risky to go out as I am, wearing just a skimpy bikini. Even if I found a taxi before the police saw me, would it be safe to get in? How could I pay the driver, except by letting him enjoy my body?
Even if he took me to my hotel, how could I get inside dressed like this? The doormen and security would be sure to stop me. Then I remember my young lover, James... Lover? Anyway, he said he will bring me a dress. I pin my hopes on him, it's all I can do. I try not to dwell on it.
Girls are already up. We shower two or three at a time, soaping each other. I am giggling now along with the other girls who accept me now as just another whore. Mamasan Two comes in looking at us. She notices my pubic hair and starts tutting.
'Pom! You shaving Kitty.' It is an order.
I have never shaved myself before, not having a lot of hair, but dutifully I lie back on a bench while Pom soaps my pussy. She works skilfully under the watchful gaze of our senior while I feel the razor's gentle scraping, and its soon done. I look fascinated at my bare sex while Mamasan Two nods her approval, then goes out.
There's not much dressing to do, gauzy slips or bikinis. We apply makeup; apply our lurid lipstick taking turns at the small mirrors. My face is progressively plastered in cheap makeup again until I look like the same pretty sex-doll as last night. Ni draws a large 43 on my thigh and I do the same for her number. We eat and drink quickly as Mamasan has told us there is a photographer here for some new publicity shots for the club.
I am on stage in line with a dozen bikini clad girls, all of us posing sexily, smiling for the camera. I am fourth in line from the front; just another bar girl in a group shot. I have seen pictures of bar girls online exactly like this.
The photographer issues instructions. We pose smiling, one hand on hip, facing first one direction then the other, now all pushing out our asses provocatively, now pouting our lips and blowing kisses, and now sticking out our tongues cheekily. Now we are each holding the girl in front of us, squeezed up close. I wonder how I could attempt to explain these pictures in the future if anyone recognises me.
To finish his photoshoot, the photographer is doing some smaller group and individual shots. I am on the stage with one other girl, then alone, dancing at a pole... we are in flimsy bikinis, then we are told to remove our garments. I am completely naked posing provocatively as the camera snaps. I notice it's a Canon dSLR just like my husbands. Very high-res images, I know! I fear I will be all too recognizable when these are posted online. I recall the images of me on Mr Somchai's computer and I think of the pictures and videos that many of my customers took. I know I am likely to be plastered across the internet as an Asian whore, but it's too late anyway; it's done.
After the photographer finishes we drift to the kitchen laughing and chatting. The foreign girls tend to speak in English as they have several different languages. I am careful not to appear too fluent. I glanced at Mamasan speaking to a group of girls and was struck by her size: she was three times the girth of any of them! They obediently hung on her words. Then she turned to me and I quickly looked down at my bowl of rice, avoiding her eyes and playing with my spoon.
'Kitty,' Mamasan beckoned to me.
Leaving my place, I trotted over to her. 'Somebody leave a bag for you this afternoon,' and she thrust a plastic bag into my hands, and stood watching me.
'Oh, thank you Mamasan,' I blurted, surprised.
