One Night In Bangkok

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‘You wanna buy a watch pretty girl ? Rolex, Cartier, Gucci – I give you best price.’ The young Thai market trader held out his wares and smiled. ‘Maybe you want designer handbag instead, I have ………..’‘We’ll have plenty of time for shopping tomorrow before we have to be at the airport, honey. I have other plans for tonight. Come on let’s go get a beer’ Steve took Abi’s hand and gave her an encouraging tug. Both laughed as they made their way through the street market towards the tacky neon signs of the bars and clubs that lined the notorious street that made up Patpong.Steve had been right in his description of the place to Abi. Patpong was Bangkok’s most infamous red-right ‘tourist’ area – and it certainly was both seedy but intoxicating. The humidity hanging in the air was scented with a combination of fumes from the motorised tuctucs, the spicy dimsums seemingly being sold by every other street vendor, and the exotic incense sticks that gently smouldered their heady fragrance into the night air from the dozens of market stalls selling their ‘swag’ designer wares and watches among the beautiful silks and oriental souvenirs.It was Saturday night, and the narrow pavement was awash with people. Tourists mingled between scantily dressed oriental girls, older western guys walked hand çankaya escort in hand with young Thai girls and everywhere it seemed, smiley touts beckoned at the doorways of the bars.‘You wan see fucky-fucky show ? We have best show in Bangkok’ one of the touts leaned toward Steve and pressed a leaflet into his hand depicting the words ‘Moonsun Bar, where you can relax and enjoy our best hospitality, the most beautiful bar girls in Thailand, and our unique live sex show, featuring Bangkok’s famous ‘Stallion Man’.‘Come on Steve – let’s go in, you only live once !’ Abi smiled at the doorman giving Steve little choice as she pulled him by the hand through the entrance and into the dimly lit Moonsun Bar. As they made their way inside, a beautiful young Thai girl, no more than in her early twenties and dressed in a micro skirt and bikini top, smiled and showed them to a private alcoved table.‘I give you best table in house, you get good view of show from here. What can I get you to drink?’ the pretty girl settled the couple into the booth, left a small dish of spicy crackers and smiled as she went off the fetch the two Singha beers that Steve had ordered.Steve had known Abi quite a while – as work colleagues they had become close, but so far their relationship rus escort had remained purely professional. Abi was a journalist and Steve a cameraman, both single and clearly harbouring an attraction to one another. When they were asked by their employer, Sky Network News, to travel to Thailand to report on potential political changes, both jumped at the opportunity. Tonight was the last of three nights in Thailand, and they had worked hard during their stay. Earlier that day as they had completed their work assignment, both had agreed that dinner and a bit of ‘fun’ was to be their ‘just rewards’ for the hard graft they had put into the trip. Secretly, Abi had hoped that this may be the night that they would consumate their relationship, and as she’d dressed earlier in her hotel room, she had knowingly chosen a very feminine outfit that showed off her tanned limbs and toned figure to it’s best. She looked and felt good – and she didn’t intend to let it go to waste.The sultry tones of Rihanna filled the club, as on the stage in front of them three beautiful, lithe-bodied, semi naked Thai dancers writhed seductively around high silver poles, smiling as they accepted bank notes being tucked into their skimpy garments, from members of their audience. Abi watched eryaman escort with fascination, as the girls contorted themselves in time to the rhythm of the song.The music was so loud, making Steve lean forward to speak ‘You sure you want to see this Abi ? I expect it will leave nothing to the imagination.’ Abi had imagined the club would be far seedier than it actually was, although the wine they’d drank over dinner earlier had also left her a little light-headed.She turned to Steve, smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek ‘I want nothing left to my imagination Steve, I wouldn’t miss this for the world’. As she spoke she tucked herself close to him and allowed her hand to rest on his thigh, she felt his strong arm envelope her shoulders, and she felt very safe. The heat of his body so close and the sexually charged ambience around her, immediately sent messages to the core of her body, Abi felt herself moisten.The tone of the music suddenly changed, the three dancers left the stage, and the foggy mist of dry ice was pumped around the poles. The audience went quiet and onto the stage, hand in hand came a most beautiful Thai girl, wearing a sheer gold floaty costume and a stunningly good looking, muscular Thai man, wearing only black satin boxers. If ever there was perfect specimens of the human race, these two would certainly win the title, thought Abi. Sensually they turned to each other and embraced, entwining their bodies in unison as they moved to the music. His hands supported her as she lay forward onto him and he sank back onto the stage.

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