Go-Go Sister

It was a warm and gentle evening out on the Piazza by my apartment. I was surrounded by beautiful women and the air was alive with the gentle song of chirruping cell phones.

"Hellooo chaaa. Of course I miss you but I not have money for my mobile. You want me call you every day you have to send me some more money." The mobile top up. I almost missed the dying water buffalos and sick grandmothers of yore. The Malibu sipping girl to my right closed the phone with a satisfied grin and offered me a Taro fish snack.

Life was treating me well. There was a cool bottle of Klosters in front of me, a gaggle of call girls were cooking up an aromatic wok full of vegetables in oyster source, and there was nowhere else I'd rather be. I'd had a very pleasant three and a half week affair with Miss Hotpussy that was surprisingly free of the usual amateur dramatics. Sex every day and then, just at the point where it seemed like we'd peaked and had nowhere else to go but down, she got swept off her feet by a charming marine biologist working for a major oil company. I may have been a little disappointed at first but it isn't often one can get out of an affair in Bangkok without anyone threatening to slash their wrists so life was good.

The ease of the day was added to, initially at least, by Oi, one of my favourite girls coming and sitting opposite me. I saw her around a lot but she was usually on her little black phone. She had one of those faces that you knew would still be beautiful when she was sixty. Something to do with good bones, perfectly shaped lips and a smile that could take the top of your head off if it caught you unawares. She tapped in a number on her mobile and yawned but suddenly caught herself yawning and covered her mouth with a slightly embarrassed grin. Smoke from the cooking vegetables wafted across the table like the kind of thick smoke that normally comes from cooking hams in Tom and Jerry cartoons as she chatted to one of her many boyfriends.

Ant, a boyfriended girl I'd known for years, scuffled up to me in her pyjamas and handed me a bowl of freshly stir fried vegetables swimming in sauce with the odd floating piece of garlic. She put the bowl in front of me with a fork and a spoon and said "Here farang. Kin." I've learned never to refuse a free meal. Some of the girls seemed to feel that feeding the resident farang was a merit making act like feeding Buddhas, blind men and beggars. As most of them lived off the contributions of far off farang it was their way of putting something back.

"Yes. Yes. I love you okay. You my baby okay. You must to trust me. If you not trust me you must forget me and find another girlfriend..... No I don't want you find another girlfriend." Oi held the phone about a foot in front of her face and mimed hitting it three times before returning it to her ear. "You love me. Then I'm so happy. Just tell me when you come back.... No not because I have another boyfriend because I want to meet you in airport. Why you have to... Yes I love you. Yes... I love you... Okay.... I.... Love.... You. Okay ? Good.... Bye." She pressed a button on the phone and then pulled a weary face as if she'd just spent an hour with a Jehovah's Witness. "Farang naa bua. Why some farang want to hear 'I love you I love you I love you' ? Why ? You farang, You know why ?"

"Because we're an insecure and paranoid race who need constant reassurance that the world isn't completely hostile ?"

She just looked at me. "I know you. I see you every day. Your name Turk."

"Yes."

"My name Oi. Aroy may ?" She nodded at my almost finished stir fry.

"Aroy."

"How long you stay Bangkok. Many year I think."

"Many many years."

"I don't think we speak before."

"No... There was one time we were in the lift and I asked you what floor you were going to."

"Of course. How I forget ? You need one more beer ?"

"I'm fine."

"Is okay. I rich girl. Have many boyfriend. All stupid. I want buy you beer. Then maybe you help me something."

"I don't know."

"Not something bad. Anyway. I buy you beer. If you can help me good. If cannot. No problem." She called out to Goy who ran the shop and pointed at my beer before using a gesture for two that in England is reserved for parking meter attendants.

Beers came and Oi pulled her chair close to mine in an agreeably conspiratorial fashion. "I have someone I want go see but I need someone take me."

"Man or a woman ?"

"Is my sister Gob."

"Why is that a problem ? She work for a massage parlour or something ?"

"No. She work bar. Soi Cowboy bar. But have something bad between us. I want make it better. First time I come Bangkok I work bar same her. She come first and bring me working. She even get farang pay her to open virgin for me. Not good for me. I very hurt. For me working bar not easy. For her is easy. She can take farang a lot. She can smoke yaa. She can do everything. But me I cannot. Sometime when I not want go with man she beat me hard. So after I smoke yaa and I go with man. But it make me crazy. Make me sick. But after I have one thing lucky. One man him come to my bar. Him take me and him like me too much. Him buy me out the bar for long time and give me apartment, computer, internet. Everything. Him help me stop smoke yaa. Him even keep me just for him. After him have to go back to farang wife but him tell me everything for find good boyfriend with internet and mobile. He even give me apartment here."

"Sounds like a really nice guy."

"Yes. Him like papa for me. But one thing I cannot do. I cannot go back to bar. I scare my sister. I think she make me go back working with her. Sometime she can get big money from farang want to take two sister. And every time she want to take my money. Now is two half year and I don't see her. Maybe if I can see her one time maybe she not so angry me but I can't go bar alone."

"Okay. I'll take you." I said sensing that no good deed goes unpunished.

She kissed me on the cheek. Something which Ant picked up on straight away as she was clearing out the wok. "Ohooo. Khun Turk mii faen mai ruu ?"

"Just friends" I said weakly.

She laughed knowing full well that men and women were never just friends.

*****

The Soi Cowboy was busy for a Monday. A girl ran in front of us screaming like an extra in a slasher movie as a very fat man lumbered after her sweating profusely. In fact the place was so alive that the welcome girls barely bothered trying to entice in a man walking with his girlfriend.

We arrived at Gob's bar which, for legal reasons, I won't mention the name of. The welcome girl pulled aside the curtain covering the door and we were met with the familiar cold blast of air con, the UV sparkle of anything white, and the general thumping of bass on the stereo. Dancers danced in multicoloured flashes and couples snuck kisses in darkened secret as gin and tonics shone pale blue.

We found our seat in a corner of the bar under the dark glass window and a waitress came to take our order. I ordered a black label. Oi ordered a screwdriver. And then I cast my eyes around the bar.

It wasn't hard to spot Gob. She was dancing like a wild cat on the stage. She was smaller than Oi, less pretty than Oi, without the good bones that Oi had. But there was something unmistakably familial about her. The fact that as soon as she caught sight of Oi next to me she was looking daggers at her was another big clue. She had little in the way of eyebrows and wore nothing but a thong which made her slim breasts and hard nipples the source of attention from more eyes in the bar than any other dancer.

By the time the waitress came back with our drinks Gob's set was just finishing and she climbed off the stage grabbing a satin robe which she didn't bother putting on before coming to our seats.

Her expression changed completely as she approached us and she sat down beside me pressing her hot thigh against my thigh and her sweaty palm into my palm. "How are you ?" She said, not even acknowledging Oi. "You very lovely man. My name Gob."

"Hi Gob." But she interrupted me before I could say anything more.

"Oh." She said, as if suddenly noticing Oi beside me. "Who is your friend ? Is your girlfriend ? She very beautiful girl. Very special girl I think. Does she fuck for free ? You know you shouldn't bring girl like this to place like this in Bangkok. This not good place for phuu dii. This place have only prostitute. Come on man. Why you bring your nice girlfriend to a place like this ?"

"That's a lot of questions." I said. "Can we take them one at a time."

Gob turned to Oi and said something in Thai which, roughly translated would be "You cunting piece of stuck up dog shit. What did you come here for. Want to see what low people look like ? Forgot where you came from ?"

To which Oi replied, roughly translating again, "You can say what you like but I'm happy I'm not a skanky drug addled whore like you."

All in all a splendid beginning to a happy family reunion I thought. But then things turned nasty. Gob threw her nearly naked body across me in a manner both alarming and highly arousing, and grabbed Oi by the hair slamming her head, in brief but clear loud thuds, against the edge of the table. Oi's response to this was to ram the palm of her hand under her sister's chin as if trying to break her neck. I should have been appalled by this terrible violence, and part of me was, but I couldn't help finding Gob's near naked body flailing against me as the attack continues a big turn on and I was even a little disappointed when a couple of the staff pulled her off.

Someone else provided a cold wet towel for Oi to hold against her head but Oi kept saying she was just fine giving me the impression that she had a skull forged from reinforced steel.

I looked over at Gob who was being held back on the other side of the room. Her chest was rising and falling as she stared at Oi with pure hatred in her eyes.

I took Oi out the bar and asked if she wanted to get someone to look at her head. She said she was absolutely fine. She was just upset. I took her to a nearby beer bar for a whisky. She drank a little. I finished it reflecting that we hadn't paid for our drinks at Gob's bar.

"Is my only sister. But I know she hate me forever."

"No." I said. I was going to follow this up but I had nothing to follow it up with and changed the subject to whether Oi'd like something to eat. She didn't so I paid for the whisky and took her back to her apartment. I told her not to think too much and put the TV on. There was a group of guys dressed up as women and telling jokes. It didn't make any sense to me at all but I watched it with her as though it did. After laughing at something she held on to my arm and asked me if I wanted to stay. I told her she should probably get as much rest as possible and she nodded at my kindness. She fell asleep and I left her there closing the door to her room as silently as possible.

I immediately headed back to the Soi Cowboy to barfine her sister.

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