Butterflies Are Free To Fly - Part 18

“What you do, Gleg?” Nit asked him, as he stood there thinking.

Greg started from his depressing reverie on his problems with his wife, and said, “Oh, I was just putting some baht in your pocketbook for the bar fine, and a tip for you. We need to get you home now. I have a lot to think about and things to do today, and the day‘s nearly half over already. It's time to get you home, okay?”

“Okay, Gleg. Kup koon ka,” Nit chirped, not batting an eyelash over his being in her pocketbook.

Something similar like that would have set off a farang woman no end; privacy, and all that. Nit took her pocketbook from Greg and got together her things.

“I go now, Gleg. You okay?” Nit said, concern in her voice.

“Yes, Nit, I’m fine. Thank you,” he said, “Let me walk you to the taxi stand.”

“No, Gleg. People see you and me. My dee (no good) for you. Nit go get tuk tuk. No ploblem. You come see me tonight maybe?” she said with a impish grin.

Greg laughed. “I don’t know Nit, but maybe, if I can. We’ll see.”

Nit walked to the front door and Greg went and opened the door and quickly checked out the hallway for any other tenants that might be around. Luckily no one was around. He took Nit’s hand and walked her to the side door that led out into the parking lot.

“Goodbye, Nit. I’ll see you later maybe,” he said, and gave her a quick sniff kiss.

Nit smiled and said, “Bye, Gleg. Come see Nit soon.”

Nit went out the door and into the parking lot. Greg watched her through the small wire-glass window in the door as she walked away toward the motorcycle taxi stand across the way. Thoughts of his kids and his wife intruded in his mind and he went back into his condo. It was time to get some answers and get going on finding out where his wife and kids were, and if they’d be coming back soon. Greg had the beginnings of a serious headache slithering around in his skull. It was going to be an emotional and trying day ahead. It was something he really wasn’t looking forward to. At least his stomach seemed to be calming down.

Somchai was rudely shaken awake. He had been in the middle of a good dream, a dream where he was rich and powerful, and surrounded by beautiful farang women, movie stars, and they were doing very nice things to him. Of course they would. He was rich and powerful. The dream shattered like a plate glass window having a brick thrown through it as someone shook him again and said, “Wake up, Khun Somchai. The puying is leaving.”

Somchai opened his eyes and sat up quickly in his tuk tuk.

“You told me to wake you when the puying left the condo Khun Somchai,” said a young motocyke driver Somchai had promised to pay 40 baht if he would watch the side door exit while Somchai caught some sleep.

“Yes, yes. Thank you Khun Anupong,” grumbled Somchai, rubbing his eyes of sleep, and glancing toward Nit as she walked toward the taxi stand where his tuk tuk waited along with a few motocykes. Somchai reached in his pocket and peeled off two twenty baht notes and slipped them into the watchful taxi driver’s palm.

“Let me see if I can get her fare,” he said to the men there lounging around.

“C’mon brother“, said one man with a nasty grin, “Why should we let you take money from our pockets? We need to eat too. Maybe you can slip us some baht too. We are hungry and thirsty. Enough baht for some beer then, huh?” the man said, showing ugly yellowed teeth.

“Fuck off,” said Somchai, as he started his tuk-tuk and pulled up to Nit in a cloud of exhaust fumes.

“Do you need a ride, miss?” Somchai called to her, “Where are you going?”

Nit looked Somchai over, seemed to come to the conclusion he was okay, and told him where she wanted to go.

“No problem, miss. I am going off duty now and live close by there myself. Hop in. I’ll only charge you half fare since I am going that way anyway,” Somchai beamed what he thought was his sexiest grin. He wondered if maybe he could convince her to have sex with him for free. He was after all a handsome Thai man, not some ugly big-nosed farang that had to pay for sex.

Nit looked him over again, shrugged her shoulders, and hopped into the rear passenger seat of the tuk-tuk. Somchai roared away and started to joke with Nit over his shoulder and patter her with seemingly innocuous questions as they sped away. He was happy at least he now had her address. If he could get her name and place of work the boss would be that much happier with him. Maybe he’d even give Somchai a bonus like he had on occasion before when he did good work and actually showed a bit of initiative. He’d need to get back to the farang’s condo quickly though, in case he left. Somchai knew his boss would want him to follow the guy.

“Work, work, work,” thought Somchai to himself, “Never any time for sanuk for poor me damn it.”

“What’s your name, miss? My name is Somchai. It seems we are neighbors almost. I live right near your apartment.” Somchai probed some more as he sped down the sois.

“Nit,” Nit replied to his query, as she fidgeted around on the seat. She felt as if she had been split in two. Her pussy was sore, in a good way though. Lucky for her she didn’t need to go with farang every night, and at least Khun Greg wasn’t as large as some farang cocks she’d seen over the years she had worked bar.

Nit quickly looked inside her purse to see how much Greg had left her in there for the night. She smiled when she saw how much baht he had given her. She wondered to herself what it would be like to live with a young handsome farang like Greg in such a nice apartment.

(To be continued.)

Cent
(The Central Scrutinizer)