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decrease“My friend likes you,” said Moo, her chubby face split by a broad smile.
She had my attention. “Yeah? Where is she?”
“She too shy!”
“Give it over! Send her over will ya?”
“Ok ok, but Michael, be nice to her! She good girl!”
So Moo disappeared around the other side of the bar, which by that stage was getting fairly busy. I remember feeling like a teenager getting set up with a classmate. I was a bit apprehensive about the whole thing and had visions of her returning with a cow-like girl called ‘Oink’. Luckily, there was fuck all of the bovine about the stunner Moo escorted by the hand towards my table a few minutes later. Noy was the sort of girl you would remember for years afterwards if you passed her in the street. She looked around 20 and had long, liquid black hair that spilled down to the middle of her back. She was wearing a pair of deliberately ragged light-blue jeans that her full figure looked to have been poured into. Her pristine-white t-shirt highlighted her immaculate, golden skin. She was slightly taller than the average Thai girl and carried herself with an elegance that made my breath catch in my throat. Her face carried a youthful fullness that was highlighted by the fact that she was blushing slightly. I swallowed hard as I watched her feigning reluctance to be introduced to me. Both girls laughed and chattered loudly in Thai as Moo dragged Noy by the wrist over to my table. Noy overtly resisted, but she kept flashing her jet black but somehow bright, almond-shaped eyes at me in way that let me know that this was more about her being bashful than being bourn out of any genuine reluctance to speak to me.
The few beers I’d had helped me conceal the shock I felt at being confronted with a girl this beautiful. I shook her hand and we swapped names while Moo skipped back to the bar to get a couple of drinks. I half thought her shyness had been an act at first. The idea that someone this good-looking could be so unaware of it seemed fairly fucking implausible. However, as the hours passed I started to think that it might actually be genuine. I just couldn’t detect even a trace of anything approaching vanity.
She smiled a lot, and whenever I ordered a drink she nearly blasted me through the wall by planting a soft, playful kiss on my cheek. We sat there until closing time; me jabbering like an idiot and Noy slowly becoming more comfortable and animated as the drinks flowed. After a lot of thought, I came to the conclusion that she had to be a working girl of some description. I mean, you just don’t get girls this hot hanging around bars offering their company to single-looking young men without there being something behind it. That said, I was struck by how well we seemed to be getting on. I’d spent much of the last few years bumming around Australia and Europe so I wasn’t big on long-term girlfriends. I did have a handful of semi-serious relationships back home in Ireland, but I wouldn’t have swapped any of them for that first few hours I spent with Noy. Something in my head just seemed to click. And this felt all the more important, because something seemed to click with her too.
At closing time I asked her if she wanted to go back to my hotel and she agreed. It was fairly close so after I settled the bill, and hit Moo with a whopper tip, we stumbled out of the bar and headed off on foot, arm in arm. We were both steaming drunk as we made our way through the packed streets that still carried an air of a party only just getting started. Noy fell around laughing as I recoiled in horror at a street vendor’s assortment of deep-fried bugs.
“You eat that stuff?” I asked, feeling more concerned than disgusted.
“No! Never eat,” said Noy, her pretty face screwed up in distaste.
“Well, sometimes. But I won’t eat when you’re with me!”
When we got back my hotel, carrying some more conventional street food, I unlocked the door of the resident’s entrance and walked up the stairs. Noy gently stroked the back of my kneck as I swiped my card and pushed open the door. I had left on the air con before I went out so the room was a cool break from the warm, heavy air that sloshed around outside.
A bizarre nervousness hit me as I walked inside and sat on the bed. I still wasn’t entirely sure if the person sitting beside me was a hooker or a potential girlfriend. I had never paid for a shag before, but that wasn’t what was troubling me. I was no conscientious objector. Noy cupped my face in her hands and turned it towards hers, and I realised what the problem was. If I did what I had wanted to do all night, if I peeled off her clothes and fucked her, then I would find out whether this was real or not. Either she would ask me for cash or she wouldn’t. But at the time I thought that having sex with this girl might kill of the hope that I was something more than a punter, and it wasn’t worth the risk. Noy seemed to read me – a fact that reassured and worried me at the same time. So the street food was chucked aside and we undressed each other in the chilled darkness. We climbed into bed, Noy’s cool body pressed against mine. I wrestled with the idea of whether I was being smart or stupid, and whether I should do what every fibre in my body was begging me to, but by the time I came to a decision Noy had drifted off. A few minutes later, soothed by the sound of her slow, rhythmic breathing, I followed her.
To be continued
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