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The next time I saw Kim she was dragging drunks and tourists into one of the more hands-on bars of the Soi Cowboy. She wore a black dress that clung to her figure in all the vital places and, as she'd put her weight back on, there were more of those vital places to cling to. Her hair was cut short in a Louise Brooks kind of bob that framed her face and emphasised her cheekbones. She also seemed to have gained an air of confidence that, earlier on, I would never have thought a part of her. She owned her little piece of the Cowboy like an animal owns its own territory.

I watched her as she prowled. The lights and music pulsing around her. She cajoled. She charmed. She seduced. She even threatened the various punters. While other girls grabbed them and pulled them inside other bars, Kim was able to guide them in with the lightest of touches before abandoning them inside where they would be set upon by hungrier girls.

I'd been on one of my many bar crawls and it hadn't been due to end but I let my fellow bar crawlers move on without me. I was transfixed by her. It wasn't just that she'd changed so much. She looked more like herself, in some ways, than she had looked at the Nana. It was just as though the woman I had seen a glimpse of that one night, when she was drunk and playing with me, had become her whole self.

Then she caught sight of me. She stopped and stared as if I was an unusual sight when, in fact, there's nothing to distinguish me from any other half drunk farang who haunts Bangkok. But something in her stare was fucking bewitching. It could have just been her way of playing me, as another punter, to be dragged into her bar and left to the hyenas. But it was impossible to ignore. It wasn't like we were close. I was four bars down the road. But it felt as if she was right in front of me.

I looked away first. I looked away and tried hard not to look back. I didn't hold out long. Next time I looked in her direction she was gone. Probably inside. Probably on a break.

It was about five minutes later that she stood in front of my table. "Why you don't come see me ?"

"I was drinking."

"I miss you."

"You do."

Then she bent over, kissed me gently on the lips and said "Yes." Her eyes fixed on mine as if by looking hard enough she could see what I was thinking or feeling.

"Come to my bar."

"Okay."

"Sure ?"

"Sure."

Then she kissed me again, this time slipping a whisky scented tongue into my mouth. "Don't make me waiting."

"I won't."

And she turned back to her bar walking as if she was striding down a Milan catwalk. I wondered, as I paid my bill and followed, if, when it came to women, I had any willpower at all.

As soon as I was there she took me by the hand and led me through the black glass door into another dimension. Here the music was as low as the lights. Small spot lamps were placed on strategic points along the bar to keep the drinks illuminated but customers in shadows. There was a UV light that might pick out the odd white shirt or a few crumbs of dandruff but this was a place carefully arranged to allow body parts to be exposed without being seen.

"You buy some drink for me ? If I not have customer inside I have to stay working outside."

"What are you drinking ?"

"Black coke. And for you just whisky... No ice. No water. See... I remember everything." As I sat on the stool she leaned across the bar in a way that seemed to be offering me her ass while ordering our drinks. She looked back at me and smiled as though delighted to give me the opportunity to admire her and then slid back to stand in front of me her eyes meeting mine with something that looked like love. "Every day I work here I wait you find me, come see me."

"Really ?"

"You think I forget you but I never forget you. Sometimes I think about you when I go sleeping."

"You do ?"

She nodded. Then after a few moments of silence in which my heart seemed to be thumping in my ears and my groin at the same time she said "You think I pumpui ?"

I shook my head "No."

"Some man like. Like this." Her hands ran down the curve on her slightly rounded belly. "You like ?" Then she took one of my hands and held it there her eyes seeming to invite something more from me.

I didn't know whether to laugh or to jump on her so I just nodded like I'd been struck mute.

She put her lips to my ear and whispered "Underneath have nothing."

"What ?"

She took my hand away from her belly and, raising her skirt just enough, guided my fingertips to her cunt. I could have pulled away but I didn't. I just let my fingers find the few wispy hairs and the fine cleft behind they announced. It felt almost virgin to the touch until she moved as if inviting my fingers to penetrate her. She smiled a wide open kind of smile that told me I was someone special, someone with whom she was sharing this deepest secret, and I couldn't help wondering how many other men she'd beguiled with this same secret. Not that it mattered to me in the slightest. Not that it mattered to anyone else either. A few stools up there was a guy getting a blow job from one woman while another massaged his shoulders.

"I want to know you still like me ?"

I nodded.

She got this semi ecstatic look that made me wonder if she was on some kind of medication and then, releasing my hand, leaned her body into me so my knee was between her legs against her bare cunt. "I want you take me somewhere. I want you take me go your home."

"Can't we have a drink first."

Her fingers started playing in my hair. "You have drink at your home."

"Yes but we just ordered..."

"I want go with you now." I felt increased pressure from her cunt moving against my knee. "Is long way ?"

"No."

"Pay barfine then we can go."

"You don't waste any time."

"Yes. Waste too much time already."

Raising a nearly invisible eyebrow she slid her hand along my trouser leg as if gauging the distance from her cunt to my dick. Then, when she found the outline of my rising penis she traced it with her fingernails up and down and pressed her lips to my cheek saying "I want this now. I very horny."

Feeling like some tourist who'd never met a hard sell hooker in his life before I waved to the girl behing the bar to pay the barfine. She wasn't surprised. Again I found myself wondering how many men had lasted less than ten minutes before Kim had been able to get them to barfine her.

After paying up we started to leave. Kim had to straighten up first so she smoothed down her dress and checked her hair in a dark mirror beneath which was a booth in which a couple were dry humping. As we left the bar Kim took my arm in hers and leant against me as though she was in love with me. We were nearest Soi 23 so I persuaded her to leave that way. I don't know if I was embarrassed by her or just uncomfortable about situations that had been left hanging in the air but I wanted to get her out the soi without being too obvious.

We had a job finding a taxi-meter anywhere so, not wanting to hang around Sukhumvit for too long, we grabbed a tuk tuk. Throughout the whole journey she didn't stop kissing me and touching my dick. The ambling Thais and tourists being able to see us clearly every time we stopped at traffic lights didn't seem to bother her any more than the fact the driver was looking at us sternly through the rear view mirror. She was off on her own game and I had no idea what it was.

When we arrived at my apartment the receptionist gave me a stern look as if I had no right walking into my apartment with this creature wrapped around me. She still thought I was married to the most polite and gentle woman in the whole of Bangkok who, through some terrible misfortune with her family, had not been around for the better part of a year. Kim seemed to see the look and took advantage of the situation by kissing me passionately right there. I thought I could hear the whispered rebuke of "Galee." Maybe it was my imagination.

Once in my room Kim kicked off her shoes and looked around the clutter of my apartment for somewhere to put them before deciding on a space between a bookshelf and where I left my empties. She seemed, at first, a bit disenchanted with my apartment. "You don't have TV." She said.

"No."

"Why ?"

"I don't know... I used to have one but... It got broken."

"Oh." She said and sat on my bed with a bounce as if trying it for buoyancy. "A lady make?"

I half laughed... "Yeah. How did you guess ?"

She got up again and wandered around the room as if putting a claim on the space. Then looking through a bunch of crap on top of my dresser she picked out a bottle of expensive French perfume. "Same lady ?"

I nodded. "She broke my computer too." This was irrelevant information to Kim who kept probing around the stuff. On the dresser.

"Where she go now ?"

"Does it matter ?"

"You love her ?"

"I don't love anyone." I realised as soon as I said it that it sounded maudlin but I didn't like talking about Nam. Put me in a strange mood. In fact it was kind of killing my mood. I tried changing the subject. "What about you ? Last I heard you were getting married and going to live in Germany."

She laughed. "Yes... I marry. Have visa Yeeraman. I stay there four months... But I come back. I Thai Lady. I think better I stay Thailand. What you think ?"

"I don't know."

"And I not like family him. Same racist. You know racist ? Same they not like Thai lady. Same they think every Thai lady no good. Better for him if him marry farang."

"Sorry."

"Sorry for what ? For me is true. I like have many many man. I like better than stay in yeeraman look TV every night. TV yeeraman no good. Not have Thai. Only speak yeeraman." She stopped talking for a moment and started lining up the various bottles on the dresser. I guessed she didn't like talking about her marriage any more than I liked talking about Nam. "Your girlfriend," She said. "She come back ?"

"I don't know. Maybe. It's difficult to explain."

"She have another man ?"

I smiled. "Not just one. Millions."

She laughed. "Then I sorry you too."

"For what ?"

Then Kim came up to me and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. "Tilac." She said as if she was going to say something terrible.

"What ?"

"I want you do something for me."

"What ?"

"I want you give me two thousand baht."

"Now ?"

"Yes. Now. If make later I don't feel good all the time. Think too much."

Strangely relieved I said "Okay" and gave her two thousand baht from which she accepted with a wai and a curtsy that seemed completely out of character. She pinned the two thousand baht notes to her dress so that they looked like a bizarre ornamental broach.

"You know." She said. "You very easy."

"Very."

"I don't mean you stupid farang... I mean..."

"I know what you mean."

She smiled. "Maybe you just horny." She lay the palm of her hand against my groin, nodded, and said "I go shower okay."

(To Be Continued)

 

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