Chapter 7
It was hot and humid outside and I felt perspiration, OK sweat, gathering on my shoulders and chest. I was quite glad of my skimpy outfit. As always the night was illuminated by raucous neon.
There were a lot of people milling around, both locals and expats. Some were carrying purchases from local night markets. I could see many girls in short dresses like mine. I certainly didn't stand out I was pleased to note. It was then that I realized, in my haste to meet James, I had got here much too early. I was feeling really frustrated. I wanted James. I didn't want to wait. What is wrong with you girl?
I was feeling hot. I could feel my pussy moistening. Fuck, I really was like a bitch on heat. I so wanted James. A little whimper escaped my lips. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted a man's hands on me. I wanted to be fucked. There was the jewellery shop. No James there.
I noticed a policeman nearby stopping a girl and checking her ID. I didn't hang about and walked into Nana Plaza mingling with the crowd. I wandered past several clubs. They looked much glitzier than mine. I could see the clubs were on several levels around the plaza. They were less obviously brothels than my downmarket place.
I caught reflections of myself in mirrored windows. It was obvious I wasn't a tourist. I looked just like the other girls freelancing in the Plaza. I guessed it was a bit of a lottery whether or not the police stopped a girl, but I thought it best to avoid them as much as I could. I had to be a bit careful, try and make myself scarce as James wouldn't be here for at least 45 mins to an hour.
I wandered into a side alley, not quite as well lit, noticing several other girls hanging around. Some of them were leaning against the wall, looking like total sluts, with one leg bent up at the knee, propped back against the wall. OMG, I realized, real street hookers. To be sure, I had become a brothel whore, I couldn't deny it, but I certainly wasn't ready for their kind of activities. But from the wary glances they gave me, I could tell they couldn't see a difference. They knew I was a sister whore. Still, I had a modicum of residual self-respect. I had come here to meet my young lover, nothing more I told myself. I was impatient to give myself to him.
I noticed a couple of girls being approached by guys and accompanying them further down the alley. No way! I wished the Police would move on so that I could more safely wait by the jewellery shop. I began to think I had made a mistake, stepping back into this crazy sordid world. Perhaps it would be better to get a taxi back to the Marriott, but I knew I was deluding myself. I couldn't avoid the rising feeling of excitement. I noticed two policemen not far away in the plaza. I shrank back leaning against the wall behind me a few metres from where the other girls were leaning.
A middle-aged Asian guy came up to me, saying something in Thai and standing right in front of me. I smiled but shook my head. He was balding, quite tall, thickset with a guttural voice. He was quite persistent and sounded excited raising his voice. Out of the corner of my eye I was aware of the two policemen back in the plaza, looking in our direction. Oh hell, I didn't want to make a scene even though I wanted to tell him to fuck off.
He touched my shoulder as he spoke. I didn't understand a word. I looked back at the guy, he had pulled a few banknotes from his pocket. I half smiled at him distractedly before glancing back in the direction of the police. Oh shit, I thought seeing they were still looking our way. He took the opportunity, rolling up the bank notes, not much I guessed, and pushing them down the wide neck of my dress into my cleavage. Oh God, I wanted to be fucked, but I really didn't fancy this jerk. God I really am a total slut I thought, no different from these street whores, but surely there is a line.
He clearly didn't think so. Not giving me a chance to argue, and assuming my assent, he took my arm and led me past the other girls further down the alley. Resigned, I assumed he was taking me back to his hotel. My alarm bells began sounding as I was virtually frog-marched round the corner into a dark deserted back alley.
Feeling a rising sense of panic, I looked wildly around me. I was just a small slim girl being manhandled by this large guy. OMG, back home in London, I would never get into a situation like this in a dark street with a complete stranger. I also realised that back in the brothel, I hadn't exactly consented to become a whore. I had in some way been ensnared, lured into that life. I had left the brothel without any money. My pimps had kept all my earnings... I supposed I could go back and demand my share, but would that be safe?
This is different I thought to myself. I didn't have to be here. I am now with a customer. I am a freelance street hooker. There is no other way to put it. I have become a prostitute.
With some anxiety I looked more closely at my surroundings. There were some large, wheeled skip-like rubbish bins in a row in the alley, I guessed placed near the back entrances of clubs or cafes. There was a lot of trash lying around in this deserted street. It was very poorly lit, dark, everything in shadows, sounds of music drifted in, a hum distant traffic... a police siren. It was the din of a big city, and here was I, intelligent, elegant, small, slender, beautiful, alone and without any protection: an upper class British Chinese girl, in its dark underbelly. Oh, but I wasn't alone; I was with an unknown stranger. He drew me between two of the large bins and I noticed a wide blind-ending alcove perhaps two metres deep, in the wall of the building behind. Some low bins no more than waist height were in the alcove. We were completely hidden from view in the shadows. A cat darted out of the recess. I felt afraid and extremely vulnerable, thoughts of Jack-the-Ripper going through my mind. I had read about him and his murders of London prostitutes, but never dreamt I would be a girl like them.
He pushed me up against the wall causing my bag to slip from my shoulder into the crook of my elbow. I put it on the bin beside me. I didn't try to resist much, he was much bigger than me and I didn't want to upset him. He was speaking fast in Thai and I couldn't catch anything. Oh God I hadn't said anything to him, we had had no communication whatever and he had me now in this place. He grabbed a breast squeezing me through the thin material, then tried to kiss me. I turned my head away.
He was running his hands over my body now and I made rather ineffectual attempts to restrain his hands. He turned me around pushing me back against the wall so the side of my head and cheek were against the concrete, while his hands roamed over my uncovered back. OMG, I felt something scurry past my foot in the blackness... a rat?
He slipped his hand down to my ass, between my legs, my dress was so short that his hands slipped below the hem onto my almost invisible T-back. He squeezed my ass cheeks. OMG no! I was dripping, my wetness was obvious. He turned me around again and pushed me down onto my knees.
I shuffled my position trying to find a comfortable position kneeling on the hard gravelly concrete. He fumbled with his zipper and took out his cock. It was too dark to see if he was clean, not that I had any wipes. He didn't give me a choice anyway. Taking hold of my hair he pushed his cock into my face, rubbing it over my lips. He forced himself against my mouth, against my teeth. Giving way to the inevitable I opened my mouth and his cock pushed in on to my tongue. I took hold of his now turgid rod feeling its sweaty surface with my fingers. I tasted the sweat on his dick. I licked over his glans and started to wank the shaft.
He thrust his whole body at me, pushing my head back, and forcing his penis deep into my throat. He laughed at the incomprehensible sounds that escaped me as he jerked repeatedly at me. My lips slid up and down over along his length. I closed my fingers more tightly around the root just above his scrotum as I worked his cock faster and harder. I knew I looked exactly what I was, a cheap street hooker enthusiastically plying her sluttish trade.
Running my tongue over his tip I could taste his faintly acrid precum, it wouldn't be long. But he had other ideas saying something in Thai. Pushing his forefinger back and forwards between the vee-shape of the fingers of his other hand and nodding at me, he indicated that he wanted to fuck me. I nodded enthusiastically to show my understanding.
Quickly, he bent down taking hold of me under my shoulders. He easily hoisted me up and sat me on the bins next to my bag, while I reached inside for a condom. I was practised at this by now and as he approached me again, I leaned forwards taking his dick and rolling on the sheath. He reached in his pocket and handed me some more money, I guessed another $5.
He said nothing but pushed me back so that I was resting on my elbows on the top of the bin. It didn't feel too stable. He took hold of my legs separating and moving between them. I was half-reclining, watching him, open, ready to be fucked. Was this what I really wanted? It made no difference, it was too late to avoid this anyway. As he leaned forwards with his cock. I drew my thong to one side exposing my pussy fully, splaying apart my pussy lips to show him my inviting pinkness, while clutching the money in my other hand.
I watched him with my eyes wide, desperate, wanting him yet still fearful. I was whimpering now, little convulsions going through my body. He slid two fingers into my vagina causing me to cry out as my secretions ran over his hand. He bent down and licked the length of my dripping slit, before standing again between my spread legs. Oh my God, I didn't care who it was, and I reached forwards taking hold of his cock and guided it to my wet vulva, drawing it between my labia. I rubbed it against my clitoris and shuddered at the bolts of pleasure.
I hooked my legs around his waist - oh God! I was such a slut -- and pushed myself onto his cockhead, my secret channel opening to welcome this stranger. I gasped as I impaled myself on his turgid dick. Now he leaned forwards and began pushing his penis deeper into me, forcing open my pussy muscles until he was buried in my body. He jerked forwards causing the bin on which I was reclining to rock precariously. I was resting back on my elbows again, looking into his face in the dim light, my legs parted, crossing them around him as he fucked me.
There was no delicacy in his movements, it was quite painful as he sought his own pleasure, caring nothing for the feelings of the little slut whose body he had bought. I was subjected to his raw animal lust, and I wanted this. I wanted to be fucked as the low street hooker I had willingly become, clutching his money in my hand, the price of my body. I wanted to orgasm skewered on his penis. Oh my God, this is so wrong a voice said in my head, and tears welled in my eyes as I winced at the pain, and yet I revelled in the debauched pleasure I was also feeling. He grunted as he pounded me in time with my whimpers. Oh God, please let me come, I'm close, I want it so much.
Suddenly his groans reached a crescendo, I could feel him tensing, and then shoving his body forwards jerking me back on my precarious perch, his cock throbbing deep inside me. He uttered what I guessed were Thai expletives as he spurted out his lust while I clung desperately to him, with tears in my eyes. But it was over too soon and he pulled his penis from my vagina with an audible wet plop leaving me whimpering in unfulfilled desire, and the bin on which I was sitting rocking back. Realizing I was about to be pitched backwards, I shrieked, and was amazed as he lunged forwards to grab me. My unlikely saviour, he pulled me forwards off the bin and unsteadily to my feet. I leant against him regaining some composure if not dignity.
