Meg had breasts like water balloons only half filled with water but when she danced nobody seemed to care. Once she'd eased off her industrial strength bikini top she rarely let them hang pendulously. Rather she flung herself around so that the breasts developed a life of their own swinging independently of each other and defying any natural laws of physics and geometry. Men would stare. Women would stare. People walking past the bar would feel an irresistible urge to step inside and get a closer look.
Of course, while she was dancing, Meg herself disappeared. She was just the appendage connected to this chest. Men rarely looked at her eyes or her mouth. They were so absorbed in the chest. So absorbed in the improbably large mammary glands as if they were suddenly all babies and this was the biggest milk bar in town. Not that Meg seemed to mind all that much. After all she knew she could make better money from her breasts in one night than most women could make from their entire bodies in two weeks.
I knew the bar she danced in well. The boss was one of those old Thai ladies who pretended to really like her customers because it was a small bar and creating a friendly atmosphere was the only way she could compete with all those bigger bars with their stages filled to overflowing with naked flesh. Of course Meg had single-handedly made the bar one of the most popular on the soi but the boss knew that such an asset was very likely to be snapped up by some farang with his heart set on marriage. The knowledge that this was not an everlasting asset did not, however, prevent the drinks prices from going up ten baht to exploit the rush.
Of course there were other things, apart from her chest, that set Meg apart from the girls around her. Her skin was a little lighter, her hips a little wider and her eyes somehow had the look of farang about them.
I didn't seek her out the way other men did. I really only got to know her by accident. I have good friends who treat the arrival of any new bargirl as something which has to be experienced and the arrival of a bargirl with something unusual about her as a holy grail that has to be sipped at on a couple of occasions. Most of those guys had had bought their fifteen minutes of fun with Meg long before I met her. Maybe that's why she thought, when she saw my face, that she already knew me.
It was about 5AM. I'd been out all night at various places that weren't supposed to be open and, I figured, so had she. As we were in a small bistro in a hotel I suppose it's possible she'd just got through with a customer. She was sitting almost next to me with a plate of what was billed as an American breakfast in front of her. A couple of rashers of lean bacon, a deep fried egg, two miniature sausages, a grilled tomato and a single slice of white toast drinking butter. For me breakfast was a single cup of coffee but then I doubt I'd been working as hard.
She didn't look at me much at first. She was much too involved in her breakfast. But every once in a while she glanced at me. I didn't look back. My eyes were fixed on a couple of women sweeping the street outside but I could feel her glances. She was wearing a heavy dark green silk shirt that hung loose over her immense chest. This was as close as she could come, I figured, to looking normal.
When I felt her looking a little too long I looked back at her and she smiled a sweet innocent kind of smile. "I know you before or not ?" She said.
I returned her smile "No sorry. I just have that kind of face."
She looked at my coffee as if it was sad that I was drinking coffee while she was ploughing through a fry up. "My mum says I eat too much. She says I eat like pig same my dad. When I'm old maybe I'm fat but I don't care. I like to eat. When I'm dead I cannot eat so I think I have to eat now. I think my mum happy I not stay with her now... Now she don't have to spend all her money for buy me food."
"I'll bet she misses you now."
"I don't think so. She like man too much. My mum very sexy lady." She stretched back to take a wallet from the front pocket of her snug levis and flipped it open to show me a picture of a stunningly beautiful woman in a one piece bikini with a number 47 button attached to her breast. "See ?"
"She very sexy na ?"
"She have too many boyfriends. Sometimes I think my dad want to kill her. If my dad stay maybe him want kill me too. But he go back home long time. When I'm still kid." She took the wallet back and looked at the picture of her mum a moment before stuffing it back in her pocket.
"Did you grow up here in Bangkok ?"
She nodded and went back to eating her breakfast. Thinking this might be the end of the conversation and not really minding that much I went back to watching the street outside. A man was having an argument with a motorcycle taxi driver but a car pulled out in front of them so I never got to see if it came to blows.
"Where you from ?" Said Meg.
"Yes. I know London."
"Have red bus and black taxi. So you English... Same my dad. My dad English."
"Him from Dublin."
"Him like to eat chips. Every day him take me go eat chips in farang club. Have only farang go there. They had big TV with football and every farang know me." She stopped talking, stared into space for a moment as if she was somewhere else entirely and then went back to her breakfast. While still eating she said "Same today... Every farang still know me. Some girl don't like me because she think I same farang girl but no man think I'm farang girl. Funny. Maybe some farang him know my dad before. Turk ?"
"I like you don't look at my tits."
"You never look my tits. Every man want to look my tits. Sometime I very boring every man look my tits."
"Yeah... Well... I'm shy."
"Not shy. I know I see you before but you never go with me. I think you don't like me."
"Of course I like you."
She smiled "You like me short time or long time ?"
I don't know quite how it happened but about twenty minutes later I was standing outside the door to her apartment while she fumbled with the keys. Suddenly, as stupid as this sounds, I was very aware of her status as superwoman. I was as aware of her chest and was slipping into this absurd pool of anticipation that had nothing to do with reality and everything to do with some kind of Russ Meyer fantasy.
When the door opened I was suddenly plunged back into sick kitsch reality. The sudden assault on my retina of pink and powder blue was almost too much to take. Kitsch posters of babies and puppies and kittens and monkey's wearing nappies. I followed her in and sat on the bed as she rifled through her CD collection looking for something appropriate to suit the mood. She picked out a collection of Thai and farang love ballads and put it on looking back at me with a big smile that reminded me ever so slightly of Stepford.
She came and lay down on the bed and looked up at me. Her eyes looked absurdly clear given the time of day. "I remember one time I stay with some man. Him fucking me. Then I go to sleep. I dream I drink naam som and go swimming in the sea. Have every kind of fish come and swimming with me. Even have shark but him don't want eat me. Everything okay. But then I come out of the sea and I'm in big hotel for someone rich but I want to go pee pee. I scared to speak to someone in the hotel because they all make some phuu dii so I look for hong nam. I go everywhere and I think I have to go pee pee in some place secret but every time I want to go have someone come and look me shit. I run out of the hotel and to the sea and it look same Koh Samui. When I get into the sea again I feel okay and I go pee pee. Then I wake up and I see I go pee pee for sure. Have nam all over the bed and all over the farang. I'm don't want him know so I get up and go shower quickly and I leave him. I don't even get tip. Now every time I go sleep I never want go pee pee. Even sometime I go pee pee in hong nam I have to check I'm not dream first."
"That's a beautiful story."
She laughed mischievously before kissing me on the lips and slipping her tongue into my mouth. Pulling away she gave me one of those searching looks that, to be honest, kind of give me the creeps. To make matters worse some Thai singer was giving her rendition of the love theme from Titanic in the background.
"I go shower okay ?" She said.
"Okay." I said.
And off she went to go shower. By the time she was finished we were already on some other Thai singer singing "The Greatest Love of All". She came from her bathroom wearing a pink bathrobe that covered her up from collar to ankle which somehow made the fact she was naked underneath all that more tantalising.
I went to shower and was much quicker than she had been. The whole time I was in the shower I had a hard on thinking about how it would be slipping between her thighs and the smallish towel I found was feeble cover. The lights were out and the curtains were drawn. I stepped on to the bed and saw that Meg was fast asleep probably dreaming of swimming with sharks again. I lay beside her and kissed her mouth but she was out cold. I looked at the swell of her breasts and watched how they seemed to tremble with the rise and fall of every breath. Far from being an erotic thing I suddenly felt like all I wanted to do was nestle beside her and go to sleep. I moved very very close and slipped one arm between the towelling robe and her skin so I could feel at least some of her body naked against me. Lying like this with the gentle tide of breath entering and leaving her I slipped into a deep deep sleep as snug and secure as a baby with his mother.
I don't know how long I slept but when I woke up I was very aware of being raped. I was on my back and Meg was thrashing all over me with my dick deep inside her. Her breasts were flapping all over the place while she sighed and shrieked. "Ugh ugh ugh ugh. Aiiii aiii aiii aii. "
"What the fuck." I murmured still not quite awake.
Suddenly in the dark her eyes fixed upon me as if she was possessed by some kind of demonic entity bent on my destruction. And as she held me in that still fierce gaze her hips worked on me tearing my dick around in every direction so that I kind of knew that I'd have stinging piss for days.
Suddenly she stiffened, let out this peculiar kind of gasp and her cunt squeezed on to my dick before releasing it and twitching a dozen times. Then, as if whatever had possessed her ceased possessing her she fell on top of me and went straight back to sleep.
The CD, playing on a loop, arrived at the love theme from Titanic again.
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