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.
