China Girl

I was sitting in a bar in a state of gently surging drunkenness when I first saw Ling. She was just one naked woman on a stage surrounded by other naked women doing the kind of naked things that naked women do in those situations. Some of the bolder more chemically affected women were going for broke grinding their vaginas into aluminium poles. Other women were trying not to think about how naked they were as they stared at the floor. Others seemed to have got completely used to the idea of being naked and seemed blissfully unaware that there was anything untoward about their state of undress. Ling, however, was in a world of her own. Ling had something else going on.

I drank my drink and then drank some more. The waitress kept an eye on my glass and signalled “just one more” every time I came to the end. In my drunkenness I was half in love with this waitress who always seemed to know what I wanted. She was better than all the whores dancing up there shaking their tits and cunts in a bid for attention. The fact my waitress was a few pounds overweight just added to her pleasant normality. On my fifth drink (or what I think was my fifth drink) the waitress came really close to me as she delivered my chit and whispered in my ear “Have one girl very nice girl,” and she nodded me in the direction of Ling who was in all small movements and intensity.

Ling was athletically slim with short hair and a tattoo of an eagle on her shoulder. I didn’t think I wanted her. I wanted the waitress. But then the waitress was giving her to me. She was advising me that this girl suited a man like me: a good man, a handsome man, an exceedingly drunk man willing to believe anything.

Suddenly Ling looked at me and it was like being shot through with a sex bullet. My heart pounded as her deep fiery eyes promised me something unnameable. I was aware of my breathing becoming shallow and my whole body was suddenly alive like I’d just got a major wake up call or someone had pushed me off a high building.

Her set finished and she went off to the changing rooms and didn’t re-emerge for a while. I kept drinking and listened to the music growing more and more conceited thanks to the glow of alcohol and the after effect of Ling’s searing eyes working through my blood. The bar suddenly became very busy and spotting anyone in the crowd would have been impossible but I became sure that Ling would come straight to me and ask me to buy her a drink. This didn’t happen. I did see Ling but she was dressed in jeans and a singlet and was leaving with a young Swedish guy I’d met a couple of nights earlier. Before she left, however, she looked right at me and smiled as if this was all part of some elaborate game. Every other woman in the bar simply disappeared. My waitress caught me looking after her and shrugged apologetically for leading me astray.

I went back to the bar a few nights later and the waitress, knowing I was hooked, told me that Ling was on holiday in Koh Samui. Ling was a good girl. She wasn’t a liar and she wasn’t a cheat. Ling was kind hearted. Ling was Snow White crossed with Mother Theresa. I figured that my lovely waitress was secretly in love with Ling herself but I didn’t say anything.

A couple nights later the influence of Ling’s sexual intensity was fading and I went to the bar for no other reason than habit. I was planning to hit every bar on the Soi Cowboy and this one was just the first in line. Within a minute of me sitting in the bar, before I’d even had time to order a drink, Ling sat next to me and lay her head on my shoulder like I was hers and this was the way it had always been.

The waitress signalled something to Ling from across the bar and Ling laughed easily before lifting her hand from my shoulder, looking me dead on in the eyes and introducing herself. Her eyes seemed to reflect everything in the world while still glowing with a deep dark brown. She wore her make up heavily to cover some light acne on her forehead and cheeks. I had no idea what age she was. I figured she was in her twenties but she could have been younger or older. It didn’t seem to matter. What she had didn’t age. She had a kind of pure electricity.

“My friend like you.” She said. Her voice was low like drinking honey. “She say you good man. You good man?”

“No. Very bad.”

“Hmm. Same I say. But I don’t care. I like bad man better more than good man.”

“In that case I’m a total shit.”

“Yes… I think so.” She laughed freely and tilted her head. “I think maybe you drink too much.”

“All the time. You want to join me.”

She nodded.

The music grew suddenly loud and she held my hand to encourage me to watch a show in which a woman in her early thirties with the grace of a tiger emptied a large bottle of Heineken over herself to the sound of Joe Satriani’s 'Flying in a Blue Dream'. She looked at the show as if she was in the show and wanted to be the show then she looked at me with that same intensity and moved her free hand to my groin pushing against my dick just long enough to get me completely hard. Suddenly and forcefully she kissed me on the lips and dug her nails into my hair.

“Oooh.” She said, pulling away, “I’m sorry. I’m just so fucking horny.” She smiled and raised an eyebrow.

I paid all the people you’re supposed to pay and soon we were wending our way to the nearest short time hotel.

In the room she turned every light on and off three times. She counted each time she turned the light on “neung… sorng… saam…” as I watched from the doorway. When she’d completed this task she sat on the bed and slipped out of her jacket before lying down. “Maaow” she said. “Every night I maaoowooo.” Then she sat up again and took off her top so she was sitting there topless. “What you looking at?”

I walked towards her and took her by the shoulders and kissed her. She peeled my shirt off and pulled it over my head so I felt suffocated for a few moments before it went flying across the room and landed on an antique looking chamber pot.

Then she kissed me and said “Turk… I have to tell you something… I not go with man before. I virgin. You can give me thirty thousand baht to break my pussy or not.”

I frowned for a moment and seeing my frown she fell about laughing. “Yeah… Like me virgin.” She said. “I not virgin. I’m cheap whore.” And, as if to prove it she started fumbling at my flies and was soon pulling my trousers off with all the delicacy of a nurse in a Carry On film giving Frankie Howerd a blanket bath. My trousers went flying across the room almost knocking a print of Tretchikoff’s 'Green Lady' off the wall. Suddenly finding myself more naked than her I tried to kiss her but she leapt away and grabbed her mobile phone before taking umpteen pictures of the naked farang advancing towards her. I tried to take the mobile phone off her, as if I could take out the film and expose it before these damning photographs made it to the front page of The News of the World. In the effort I found myself pinning her to the bed and while underneath me she kissed me and wrapped her wrists around the back of my neck so I felt myself pulled hard against her slim breasts.

All games were soon off and we were making love this way and that with her dancing around me switching positions as if every base had to be touched before either of us came to orgasm. It wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had but I got the feeling that, with Ling, it would get better and better the more comfortable we were with each other.

When we’d finished a couple of times she wrapped her body around me and started talking in Thai. She said the other girls didn’t really like her too much because she was Chinese. There were two types of Chinese in Thailand, she said, the ones who ran everything and the ones who were little more than slaves. She’d never been to school and couldn’t read or write. Her parents had gone back home and left her with people she was supposed to call uncles and aunts but who, in fact, weren’t relatives at all. She’d been sold on. She got away from their place in Korat and came to Bangkok with nothing. She’d tried working in a factory but she wanted to meet a man. Thai men didn’t like women like her. Women liked her more because they thought she was a tom. Men don’t like strong women but she didn’t want to be weak.

She seemed very at ease talking about herself in I considered all the lies I’d been spun over the years and took this with a pinch of salt but it was probably true enough. She said some farang wanted her to hurt them… Did I want her to hurt me? I said I’d rather she didn’t and she smiled. Tucking her head under my chin and kissing my chest. She reached over me to the floor and felt around for her bag. Her body moving against me got me riled up again but she said she had run out of cigarettes and had to go get some more. Did I want anything from the shop? I said I didn’t and she pulled on her clothes and left me waiting there.

I waited a long time. I put the television on and watched some dire porn film before switching the channel and watching nearly all of some Chow Yun Fat film dubbed into Thai. When I realised that Ling had been gone for the length of a Chow Yun Fat film I got up and went looking for her. She’d clearly left me. I checked my wallet and she hadn’t taken any of my money. I couldn’t believe that she’d gone because I hadn’t even paid her. I figured that maybe she had some kind of a well disguised habit or some jealous boyfriend so I went back to my room and fell asleep watching some Thai pop video show.

I went back to the bar and my favourite waitress asked me where Ling was, thinking I was here to pay her bar fine for an extra night. I told her she had just left in the middle of the night. As Ling lived over the bar this struck everyone as more than strange. The next time I went to the bar Ling was still not there but nobody asked me any questions about her so I figure she’d gone with some boyfriend (like the Swedish guy she’d gone to Koh Samui with).

It was about two years later I next saw Ling. She was buying bread in the provision shop of Miami Villa. Seeing me she threw her arms around me and gave me a big kiss as if she was my girlfriend and I’d just seen her yesterday. I asked her where she’d been and she said something came up. She told me I should come to her room and gave me the number.

About two days after this I went to the room number she gave me. The door was open and I saw three Thai guys watching TV with their girlfriends inside. None of them were Ling.

That was the last time I saw her.

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