A Skilful Prostitute

Nikki moved from bar to bar on Soi Cowboy. Long Gun to Rawhide to Long Gun to Tilac to Midnite to Long Gun. Nobody ever bore her a grudge because she was just so good at making money. Nikki was a genius. Nikki had money in the bank. Nikki was going to retire in luxury from the careful investment of all her stupid farang money into her dream business.

“Hey farang. You write write write all the time. You can write me letter?”

“What do you want me to write?”

“I want tell my boyfriend how much I miss him and love him and want his money.”

“That’s a touching sentiment.”

“If you write for me I give you one hundred baht.”

“One hundred baht… Wow… I tell you what. Buy me a drink and we’ll call it evens. Just remember I’m only doing this because I’m secretly in love with you.”

“Ha ha. So funny. Fuck you.”  She turned to the bar and barked an order for a whisky. “Okay. Now I’m your boss. You have to do what I tell you.”

“Obviously.”

“‘Dear Loberto’…”

“Roberto. That’s your boyfriend.”

“Yes. Of course. Him have a lot of money. Very good man.”

“Okay… ‘Dear Roberto’”

“Dear Loberto… Please come back quickly. I miss you. I miss your dick inside me.”

“What?”

“Him Italia man. Man Italia like someone speak like this.”

“Okay.”

She peered over my writing as the drink arrived. “That how you write Loberto?”

“Yes.”

“Okay… ‘When you come back Thailand? I want to fuck you so much. I don’t like some other man touch me. Only you Loberto. I don’t want fucking with some other man but you know I have to worry my family. Now my brother very sick. My mum only have me for sending money. I want you come here and take care me because now I very lonely for your lovely dick in my pussy. I want to smoke you and fuck you and feel you strong inside me.’” As she dictated this she leaned close to my back reading my writing and I became very aware of her right breast grazing me ear. “You write very beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

She took the letter and said “Thank you farang. Maybe I come back again and you can write for my other boyfriend. Have twelve.”

And with that she disappeared leaving me writing a letter to my lawyer.  

One night in the middle of the show with Joe Satriani playing  Flying in a Blue Dream while girls in slim bikini’s and cowboy hats opened their thighs with fingers caressing chrome Nikki appeared out of nowhere and whispered in my ear. Her hot breath sent tingles down my spine. “I want go with you now.”

I almost laughed.

“I’m horny. I want fucking. You know? I don’t have some farang for five day. I want you now.” the Viagra in my whisky and the Spanish fly omelette I’d had for lunch both seemed to kick in at once and I found myself reaching for my wallet.

About ten minutes later she showed me exactly why all her stupid farang sent her so much money. In 3D sensurround orgasmovision her fingertips and lips found every vulnerable spot and for a few minutes, maybe an hour, I loved her more than anyone or anything on Earth. For a few minutes, maybe an hour, I was in love. For a few minutes, maybe an hour, I felt as if the universe had been created to fulfil this moment of pure joy. For a few minutes, maybe an hour all the pain, all the hunger, all the screaming and all the shit in the world was worth it. This was how Nikki was a genius.

The odd thing, however, was that when it was over it was really over. With a smiled she pulled off my condom and squeezed at the contents with a look of victory. And suddenly the whole experience simply dissipated like a dream. After sex I usually have a few minutes of euphoria followed by a few minutes of nausea followed eventually by a reawakening of the desire for more sex. With Nikki I felt nothing at all. I almost envied Roberto and his twelve fellow stupid farangs sending for being able to believe in love and sick brothers. I just felt hollow.

Maybe, if she’d decided it was worth it, she could have made me believe in love and sick brothers too. I’m not so smart that I’m immune from all lies. Maybe she just let me off because I wasn’t worth it. A young farang in Bangkok is a bad investment of time for a really clever bargirl and I was still young then.

That was the only time she went with me. We stayed friendly. I wrote some more letters for her but then she went off on a long foreign holiday and when she came back she changed bars again and treated me like some farang who once fucked her.

The thing was that Nikki was a genius. She knew how to work her time as a bargirl and make it pay for her. That’s why she had money in the bank and stupid farang who sent her enough money to let her retire when most bargirls seem to wind up married, washed up or dead.

I’m told she runs a guest house now.

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