Animal

The first time I saw Ying I wasn't sure she was completely human. She had the look of one of Dr Moreau's little experiments in gene splicing with her feral jaw, sharp white teeth and small black eyes. She'd either lived on a diet of Panther blood or her mother had been fucked by jackals... Whether she was sexy or just weird looking depended on how horny you were feeling.

She wasn't a hooker. She was the bar owner's sister and she would make a big deal about how she was different from all the other waitresses and hostesses who worked in the bar. It kind of followed that she was family because if she hadn't been she'd have been sacked a dozen times over. She'd turned being rude to the customers into an art form. Big men would cower when they saw her coming like she was going to take a big ferocious bite out of them if they answered her back. Not that it stopped them coming into the place. The farang male generally seems to appreciate women who scare them a little. And, of course, she did have this amazing sexual heat. You could have fried an egg on her hot little cunt. Just standing near to her was like being in the vicinity of the Chernobyl power plant on meltdown day. And I'd be surprised if there was a man who didn't feel a certain stirring in his loins when she leaned close in.

I remember her first ever words to me. I was sitting on a bar stool drinking Singha number eight. The place was packed and she was pushing her way through some farang to hand over a bundle of chits to the cashier. After bumping into me and dropping a couple of the chits she glowered at me as if about to rip out my jugular and said "You fucking no good shit farang. Stay out of my fucking way." And her English was quite perfect as if she'd attended a Swiss finishing school run by Charles Manson.

"I'll try to." I said and she liked that. She smiled a broad terrifying wolf smile that, in another time, might have had men loading their pistols with a silver bullet. But a smile is a smile and I thought I might be in with a chance.

A few days later, while I was only on Singha number four, she came and sat next to me with a look as though she was bored and had nothing better to do. "Why you drink too much ?" She said.

"Because I like it."

"I think a man who likes to drink too much is not a good man."

"Yeah. You got that part right."

"If you were my husband I never let you drink like this."

"Then it's a good thing for both of us I'm not your husband."

She smiled that flesh eating smile again and grabbed my chin between thumb and forefinger. "One day..."

She then walked off leaving those two words hanging in the air. I wasn't sure if this was meant to be a threat or a promise. Probably both.

Things didn't progress beyond this until I stumbled in the bar after a long pub crawl. It was late and I was surprised to find myself the most sober one there. Someone must have been ringing the bell or something because the place had taken on the air of party night in bedlam. Ying was as drunk as everyone else and, as soon as she saw me, she leapt over and sat on my lap. In seconds her hot little body was entwined in mine, her lips were locked on my lips and her tongue was fucking my mouth. She tasted of pure alcohol and I felt the fire leaving her tongue and filling my head with warmth. Her fingers were clasped into my hair and soon I was in a state of lust that would have had me fuck her right there and then.

She pulled away, fixed me in a black gaze and said "You want me ? You want to fuck me ?"

Did I want to fuck her ? Hell yes. I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to fuck her. I knew she was probably the kind of evil little cunt who could destroy a man's life, become a fat ugly wife who made every single day a living hell and feel quite happy to do this. But yes I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her more than I wanted to keep living. Her hot little animal body was driving me insane with the desire to fuck her. I had the red mist and everything and I could almost see the pheromones.

Less than an hour later we were in Asoke Place fucking like insane people. She was screaming and yelping and screeching and scratching. There wasn't much warmth or intimacy and was more like a fight than something that came from love. But then warmth and intimacy are often overrated. With her biting and clawing and the bending of my dick in ways it isn't supposed to be bent to the point of pain she was one of the wildest and most amazing fucks of all time. And the way she looked wrong made it even more. When I finally came it burned it's way out of me like fire but within seconds I was hard again. She kept me going for hours which is unusual for me because I normally like to stop after about fifteen minutes.

In some ways it was alarming. She'd growl low threatening growling sounds while she sucked my dick and I could imagine her biting it off at the moment of truth and laughing as the gore dribbled down her chin. And when I went down on her she trembled and howled so loud that I could imagine the police busting in with guns drawn. I didn't know if she came when we fucked because she seemed to be coming all the time.

By the time we showered I felt so drained that when the water hit me multicoloured spots appeared before my eyes and I thought I might hit the deck but the sight of her tiny animal breasts and her tiny animal cunt pressing against me brought my strength like a sudden whiff of smelling salts.

When we were finally parting I gave her some money. She looked at it for a moment as if trying to figure out what it was for and then took it stuffing it in her pockets like it was of no real consequence to her.

I went back to the bar the following night and she ignored me completely and ignored me every night after that.

I heard she ended up marrying a Canadian.