35 comments/ 44081 views/ 7 favorites Red Flags By: spiderman1 Red Flags A Thailand story This is my 2nd submission-All comments are welcome good and bad. * The flight to Thailand was beginning to get me after twelve hours. I still had five hours to go and the economy seat became more of a torture chamber with every passing minute. I felt both fatigued and excited. I was on my way to becoming an ex-patriot. Two years after my divorce, I had cashed in my chips. I took my share of the equity in the house, half the savings and my secret nest egg, which my former wife didn't know about, and headed for the land of smiles. All together, I would have a comfortable retirement. Eventually, I would be old enough to cash in my 401k and then I'd really have some extra cash. Fortunately, my ex was reasonable in the divorce. She should have been. The split was based on irreconcilable differences instead of the charge of adultery which her lying, cheating ass deserved. I didn't want to hurt her, just get away from her, as far away as I could get. I had been to Thailand twenty years earlier when I was in the service. I liked the food, weather and the women, so I decided to begin my new life there. I needed a change. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Things had to be a lot different there after all these years. I certainly was not the same man. The wounds from too many battles left me tired and scarred. I figured whatever fate awaited me had to be better than the hellish loneliness that I left behind. My name is Jessie, Jessie James. I know what you're thinking. It's not my fault. My mother was a big fan of American western history, especially gun slingers, hence the name. I kind of liked it. In Thailand, the name would hold no special meaning. Everything would be new there. I would be a stranger in a very strange land. I had nothing to lose. My son, who rarely spoke to me, was about to finish college. The only women I was able to date back in New York were divorced, over weight, bitter and carrying more baggage than a freight train. At forty nine, I was in pretty good shape with a touch of grey in my hair. I was often told that I didn't look a day over thirty five. I certainly wasn't ready to pack it in. Since there wasn't a lot of sex going on for me after the divorce, the gym became my sanctuary. My abs are flat and my muscles hard. I was never much of a ladies man. Shy I guess. Some ego reinforcement and a chance to regroup were badly needed. I yearned to feel manly again and in control of my life. "You look deep in thought young man," said the man sitting directly to my right. I hadn't said much to him during the trip. He looked to be about sixty something. His face showed the wisdom of a life hard lived. He seemed to sense my mood. "I am... I just left my entire life back in the states. I sure hope I'm doing the right thing." "You'll be fine, son," he said smiling. "I'm Frank Jones, he said extending his hand. He had the quiet bearing of a man who knew what he was talking about. "I'm Jessie, Jessie James, pleased to meet you." I answered, reading his mind. He didn't comment on the name. The "old man" looked glad for the company. "Glad to me you, Jessie." I've lived in Thailand twenty years. I have often thought of moving back to the states, but I never will. I will spend my last days in Thailand. I guess you could say I'm a battle hardened old veteran of the game," I thought of him as the "old man" in the military sense of using the term to describe a respected commanding officer. "Game? What game?" I said, now intrigued. He looked at me with the patience of a wise and seasoned teacher. The use of the word son drew me to him. For some reason, I trusted him immediately. "You will experience some of the most selfless acts of kindness and generosity imaginable as well as considerable lies, deceit, and manipulation for the purpose of separating you from your cash. It's the way it is, their way of life. You are about to enter a world of fantasy, son. For them, it's about survival. Pensions and social security are not the rule there. For most Thais, there is no safety net. The object of the game is to survive their world with your wallet, integrity and pride intact while having as much fun as possible. Many a man has checked his brain at the airport and lived to regret it." He shared with me much of what he had learned. I felt like I should be taking notes. I paid real close attention to his words. I suddenly started to feel overwhelmed and anxious. "You've got to understand that the rules will be different when you leave this plane." "What are the rules?" "Well, to start with, you have never seen so many available beautiful young women. Smile and they will treat you better than you could ever imagine. Many will try to train you, then, exploit you. It can be difficult to sort out what is real. Believe half of what you see and nothing of what you hear. For example, the lady boys are some of the most beautiful women you will see. The Thais call them katoeys." "Lady boys? Is that like gay?" I asked, innocently. "More than gay, they are pre-op and post-op transsexuals. Some of them are truly amazing. It's all an illusion. Much of what you think you see will be an illusion. That's just the beginning. The famous Thai smile is both a sword and a shield. It doesn't mean the same thing as a smile back home. If they smile, you smile. It's also your sword and shield. You will learn as you go along. Just remember, don't surrender your power and make yourself happy. It's time in your life to think about your needs. Compromise is ok, but don't sacrifice too much. Stay in control. Set limits and see with your eyes and brain, not your dick. If something doesn't feel correct, it probably isn't. Thai women have no respect for a wimp, so don't allow that to happen." "Why would I do that?" "In Thailand, it's easier than you would think. A guy like you is a ripe target. You want companionship. They want money. You are not the predator in the land of smiles, you're the prey." I struggled to absorb all of what he said. "One more thing...Feel free to fall in love. That is with a different lady every day. We ex pats call them LBFMs." "What's that? "Little brown fuck machines," Frank answered, smiling as his mind flashed back to another place and time. .Most of the ladies of the night are not wife material, they are whores. If she's been in the game longer than a month or two forget about it. She's damaged goods. Don't forget that. Treat them with respect, pay them in the morning and send them on their way. Their jealousy and possessiveness are based on ownership of clients not love. It looks like affection or love, but that's not what it is. Play with them, as they are most certainly playing with you, and don't put up with any shit. If she starts to throw things or get violent, put her ass out. That's how you play the game, son." "Is that all I have to look forward to?" "Don't get me wrong. If you find a so called, "good girl," you might find a woman that would make an excellent life companion. Look for them in areas away from where farang usually go. Beware my friend. Many good girls have adopted the tactics of their more unscrupulous sisters. Learn some Thai. If you don't let them know that you understand their conversations, you'll learn a lot." "Farang?" "It means foreigner, sometimes used negatively by Thais. Yours odds improve if she is educated and older than thirty. The young girls are just too full of themselves. Most of them don't realize they have a short self life. Just don't look for your dream girl in a go-go bar. The working girls are fun; accept them for what they are. Love em and leave em. One more thing, remember the farang always pays. They know you are richer than them, therefore, they feel no guilt about you picking up the tab. Good luck, son. You're going to need it." "Thanks, I'll remember what you said." I hoped that our paths cross again." "I'm sure we'll talk again," he replied. "Your advice is greatly appreciated. I hope I'm ready for this." He gave me his phone number. I knew I would be calling him, sooner or later. The plane landed and we set off to follow our individual destinies. As soon as I left the airport, the Bangkok air enveloped me. It was hot and humid. I started sweating immediately. The air smelled of unknown plant life, auto exhaust, Thai spices and elements I could not identify. It would take me a while before I adjusted to my new home. I bought a condo and settled into my new life. The next several months were a haze of bars and women. Each promised to love me long time as long as I bought them drinks, paid the bar fine and paid them about 2000 baht (50-60 dollars) the next morning. I never forgot that it was all about the money. All of them very happy to see my money. They truly loved my wallet. As soon as I would enter my favorite bar, I would be surrounded by three or four near naked women. I was aware that what I truly wanted, I couldn't buy. A very pretty girl told me that she missed every day and she happy for my return. That was strange; I had never seen her before. I met many ex pats who had been playing the game for years. They were dedicated sex mongers, commonly called punters. To each his own I guess. None that I met seemed really happy. I didn't want to trade one kind of hell for another. They seemed to be lonely even with two beautiful girls sitting on their lap. To me, life had to have some meaning greater than mindless hedonistic self gratification. Every place I went in Soi Cowboy, Nana Plaza and Pat Pong, I was greeted with, "hi handsome man. What your name? You want buy me drink and pay bar fine me? Oh, you so big. Where you stay? Let's go your hotel. I love you too much." They were all different, yet the same. I couldn't believe my eyes when I entered my first go-go bar. It was Suzie Wongs, I think, in Soi Cowboy. There were at least forty topless dancers flirting with big bellied customers from all over the world. Some of them danced, while others shuffled their feet. Many of the men were obnoxious and drunk and the women were young and sexy. The music was loud and smoke hung heavy in the air. It struck me as a strip club on steroids. Every female in sight was on sale. The dancers wore numbers. All a man had to do was tell the mamasan what number he wanted and the dancer would come to his table to talk business. Most wanted a quick short time trip to a nearby hotel so they could get back and try it again. The entire place, and the others like it, was a commercial sex machine. If a guy was looking to get laid, he was in the right place. I soon found out that the bar fine was the fee required to take a girl out of the bar for a night, usually around fifteen dollars (500-600 baht). Following Frank's advice, I fell "in love" everyday with Tip, Noi, Porn, Da and a number of others whose names I can't remember. They were not like professional sex workers in the states. Each one tried to provide a girlfriend experience for a price. Often money would not be mentioned until the next morning. How much I gave a lady was up to me. The usual rate for a long time visit( one night) was about 2000 baht (50-60) dollars. At least, I got the pleasure of a beautiful, cooperative woman for a couple of hours or a night. I wondered how long I could live on a steady diet of make believe bullshit. How many guys have spent big bucks at home trying to impress some self absorbed spoiled female of his ability to provide and ended up with a peck on the cheek. At least, the hookers I kept company with were honest about their intent. I found them charming, feminine, calculating and predatory. Never the less, I drank too much, stayed up too late and had too much loveless, meaningless sex. I felt lonely and empty without a woman to call my own. At least, I didn't waste any time thinking about the world I left behind. I woke up one morning with two women in my bed and I had no idea who they were or how they got there. I realized that I needed more than an endless series of one night stands. My behavior was out of character. I felt like a dog chasing my own tail. I was sexually drained, yet frustrated. It was the price for becoming a "Bangkok warrior" as Frank had put it. Then, my world changed. Toy came into my life. She was able to read the quiet desperation in my eyes. That ability to sense my need was to cost me dearly later. Toy was a walking Asian wet dream. I first saw her on the sky train. She was dressed in a business suit which was both very sexy and classy at the same time. She was tall for a Thai and her skin was lighter due to her Chinese heritage. She was about 5' 9" in heels. Her short skirt emphasized her long legs. She moved with the grace of a leopard and her face took my breath away. I couldn't help but smile like a smitten adolescent as my eyes locked on to her. I wanted to run my fingers through her raven black hair which flowed down her back. She noticed my gaze and returned my smile. She looked to be an office worker of some kind. She had a class about her that separated her from the Isaan peasant girls I had been sleeping with. I found out later that she an office temp. I quickly introduced myself and was relieved that her English was pretty good. I asked if she could meet me somewhere for coffee, dinner, a walk in the park, anything. She said she could meet me at Starbucks on Sukhumvit rd. at 6:00 pm. We met and my life began took a new turn. Time passed quickly. She was easy to get along with and curious about many things. I told her about my life back in the states and how I hoped to meet someone in Thailand to settle down with. Her eyes seemed to light up when I told her that. I wanted to believe the light in her eyes was showing genuine interest in me and not dollar signs. "I like farang men. Thai man no good. He butterfly too much, cannot trust," she said, searching my face for a reaction. I need man who want to take care of me and I take good care of him. I twenty eight now, getting old." Old? This woman is a vision, a work of art, I thought to myself. In the states, she would stop traffic and cause old men to have heart attacks. She had no idea of how pretty she actually was. Where I came from, men would pay just to talk with her. She didn't look like she was old to me. Toy was at that age when women begin to blossom to full womanhood. Her easy going feminine ways felt like quicksand to me as I was pulled in deeper and deeper. She told me she had to work seven days a week some times and made only 10,000 baht a month (about $260.00). From that, she had to pay for rent, food, car fare and send money to her family in the province. She was raised near the northern city of Chiang Rai. I didn't detect any self pity, just acceptance of her fate. As she spoke, I couldn't help but feel the need to help her, to give her my protection. I hadn't felt like that in many years. She wasn't a bar girl. I felt safe with her. I decided to try to be prince charming. I know, big mistake... I choked back the nagging warnings that Frank had planted in my head, yet they were always there. "Do you have a boy friend?" "No, no boy friend. I was married before. He no good, drink too much and spend money at casino. He have minor wife. She call house sometime, cause big trouble. Then, he beat me and tell me he leaving. I not see him again and cry a lot. " I wanted to kick his ass for hurting her. She somehow brought out my protective instincts. I knew what Frank would say if I told him that was falling so hard for Toy so soon. He would say, "watch your ass, son." She seemed different from the sharks I had been warned about and had associated with in the bars. I wanted to believe she really was different. I decided to proceed with caution. "I think you kind and good man. I can read you. You need lady care for you. Many Thais ladies like you very much." "I don't care about many Thais ladies. I want you to like me." "Why?" "I think you are beautiful and a nice person too." "I not so special. Many Thais ladies like me. Maybe, you no like me much when you know me better." I wondered if she was trying to tell me something. I didn't want to think about that. How did you learn English so well?" "I go to English school and pick up here and there. You think I talk good?" "Better than most... I was just curious." I knew that frequent contact with farangs was how bar girls learned basic English. The first time we made love, I fell in love. Her body was firm and soft at the same time. Her skin, like fine Asian silk, was addictive. We started make slow passionate love. That didn't last long. Soon, we were devouring each other. All of my pain, frustration, and loneliness came pouring out. I never wanted to let her go. Melting into one another, passion and lust overwhelmed me. I couldn't get enough of her. We made loved until exhaustion. The next morning I woke up to her climbing onto my manhood. It was pure sex... just wild sensuality and pleasure. I loved it. She brought herself to multiple orgasms and collapsed into my arms. Then, she gave me a massage that made me horny again. It scared me to feel that happy and young again. Despite my resolution to control myself, I was becoming more vulnerable by the minute. Weeks and months passed. Toy was all I ever wanted or needed in a woman. It didn't take long before I wanted her to move in with me. When I mentioned it, she said, "maybe soon" and changed the subject. Having all of the advantages and none of the disadvantages of a live in girl friend worked for me. There was no rush. I let it drop. Things were fine the way we were. I felt like a king. She was with me almost every evening. She washed my clothes, cooked for me, cleaned my condo and gave me mind blowing sex as often as could handle it. She never asked for money and her favorite expression was "up to you." We went to many places together. Toy was always close by, discreetly touching me in some way. I couldn't believe I was in a relationship that did not require constant compromise or argument. She never once flirted with another man. I enjoyed their envious looks when we were out together. When ever I took her some place or bought her a present, she always showed appreciation for my thoughtfulness. I couldn't believe my luck. We took care of each other. I needed to do something to fill my time while Toy was at work. I found an orphanage not far from where I lived and began to teach English. The kids were fun and I loved spending time with them. I don't know if I was any good at it, but the kids loved me and they became important to my existence. I met some dedicated people at the orphanage. There was a young teacher there whose friendly help and pretty face caught my eye. Her name was Thung. I decided not to pursue her. She'd secretly would look at me with inviting eyes, but I was determined to be faithful to Toy. Thung was the kind of woman that would fully expect the man she had sex with to marry her. She was the definition of good girl. Temptation to stray was everywhere; in massage parlors, beer bars and just strolling down the street. I had enough on my plate with Toy. She didn't leave me with enough energy to deal with other women. When I wasn't teaching, I went to Thai language school. In time, my comprehension became pretty good. My ability to actually speak Thai progressed more slowly. Remembering what Frank had said, I kept my knowledge to myself. It was astounding to hear what Thais said in the presence of farang. They have this ability to call a farang the son of soi dog or water buffalo as they smiled in your face. The love for farang was not nearly equal to their love of farang money. For some reason, I didn't let Toy know that I was studying Thai and could understand some of her phone conversations. I needed more time to completely trust her. Her mysterious nature was both exotic and somehow threatening. She often said that farang who know too much no good. I wondered why she would think that. I knew that all women have their secrets, especially Thai women. I wanted access to those secrets before I could lower my guard. Red Flags "Well I'm going to sit in my car because I'm cold" he started walking without so much as a glance in her direction. That intrigued her, but left her a bit puzzled. From forced conversation in the coffee shop to parking? Didn't seem like he was taking it as slow as he claimed. There was a flutter in her stomach and it wasn't first-date jitters; in all honesty she knew it was her gut warning her away but her curiosity got the better of her. She wanted to study him more; wanted to find the real man that hid under the cocky façade. Not that he was lacking reasons to be cocky -- he was beautiful. His face held sharp lines on his jaw, nose, and forehead; his eyes were brilliant blue that took in the environment in seconds; his skin was gold, with white and pink scars covering his large hands. His lips were thin and they never curled into a true smile, just a smirk which added to his arrogance. Broad shoulders and thick biceps were intimidating, conveying raw power that seemed to boil under his skin like his temper. He had a temper, she knew, as he showed up for their date pissed off and in a confrontational mood. She just wanted to appease him, relax him a little. Instinctively she knew that it was better to be friends than enemies with this man. She told herself that's why she followed him into the car. That and because he was so damn attractive. He unlocked her door as she pulled the handle, sat down carefully, and finally closed the door. For some reason she felt that she was locking herself in with an animal. She took in her surroundings --higher end car, obviously new due to the dash, but she was ignorant when it came to cars. Her jacket hood pushed awkwardly into her neck and she debated pulling it off as he fiddled with the heat settings and started the car. He kept an eye on the time, announcing that he had 40 minutes left in the parking spot which was too expensive. He never shut up about money, she observed, and it irked her. She was the college student -- shouldn't she be the one bitching about being broke? And how is he broke but can afford such a pretty car, anyway? She noted it as another red flag while she turned to face him a bit. He drummed on his knees for a moment, looking around the parking lot almost skittishly. He stopped and looked at her then smirked. "Good night," he said clearly as he dropped his head to her shoulder. Right. He was tired from work and waking up early and being consistently stressed as he informed her earlier. "Whoa, wait a second," she protested. He looked up at her, a bit surprised. She grinned coyly, "You need a better pillow." Her hand slid over his neck and to his head, guiding him to her chest. Her breasts were well sized and pressed together in the bra she wore, open to the eye in her low cut shirt. "Mmm, even better" he mumbled and traced his nose over the inside of her breast, down the valley, and up the other side. She grinned, but inside she was kicking herself for her flirtatious instincts. It had to be because he was so attractive; that's why her mouth spit out a response, why her body reacted, without her conscious decision. She ran her fingers through his short hair, noting that the front was spiked up with gel. He seemed so uptight about his appearance. She scratched the crown of his head and he sighed contently, settling down on her chest while his hand roamed over her thigh. Now she was no stranger to flirting or foreplay, but something about this man told her she was way in over her head. Maybe it was that he pointed out the girl who looked him over during the ten minutes they met over coffee. Maybe it was because he admitted that he didn't know how many women he had slept with. Maybe it was the jealous streak she could sense through the texts they exchanged before meeting up. She couldn't place one thing that sent off her internal alarm; it was a culmination of his texts and behaviors. She stroked her fingers up and down his neck, knowingly. She loved giving massages; her forefinger and thumb kneaded the side of his neck before dragging down and back up. Her fingers spread, her index finger on the indention at the base of his head, her middle finger and thumb on either side stroking slowly, luxuriously. She continued for a couple minutes and they sat in silence. What they were waiting for, she didn't know. Part of her expected him to fall asleep and for a moment when his hand was still on her inner thigh, she believed he had. But no; he wouldn't sleep in front of her. Couldn't bring himself to be that vulnerable. He sat up slowly, her hand trailing down his neck and shoulder before dropping to her side. He looked out his window and then turned, immediately taking her by the back of neck with his left hand. He kissed her softly, almost politely. She responded, letting her lips follow his. After a few seconds her instincts told her to pull back but she ignored them. It happened twice more -- she was unaccustomed to such long kisses, but it didn't feel forced. She took his lower lip into her mouth and sucked gently. His tongue traced her upper lip and she released him. Their tongues met and when his recoiled she bit his bottom lip lightly. His hand tightened in her hair but he showed no other reaction, did not retaliate. She released him a second time and his lips closed on hers, an open mouth kiss that didn't last quite long enough before he pulled away, looking out his window. "Finally." She muttered, smiling coyly. He turned back to her and raised an eyebrow. She met his challenge "I was wondering how long you were gonna go. You've had your face on my chest for ten minutes. I think kissing is ok at that point!" she giggled. She flipped her hair unconsciously and smiled at him, hoping for more. He looked down, pointedly, and ran his hand over the bulge that had formed in his pants. He pushed it down, as if he were embarrassed. "Just give me a minute," he stared out his window again, his hand running over his length again. Her hand stroked up and down his arm, desperately trying to keep a connection between them. He glanced at her and smirked before returning to the window. That irritated her -- as if she were playing right into his hand. Why not be a wildcard. "So am I supposed to let you calm down or is this one of these games where I tease you," It was a question but she didn't treat it like one. "'Cause I'm very good at those." Her hand trickled down his arm and to his right thigh; she expected his hand to grab her or stop her, but he didn't. Her eyes were trained on his cock which laid on his left thigh and twitched as her fingers caressed the inside of his thigh. She felt him shrug more than she saw it. She backed off; how was he supposed to claim to be an alpha male if he couldn't vocalize his desires. She ran her hand up his arm again and felt him instinctively flex. Maybe this was her chance to be in control. His hands went to his waist and she watched him unbutton his jeans while she looked at his skeptically. Right. He couldn't decide if he wanted her to play with his cock but he could give her easier access. Very easy access -- she didn't see anything but skin. She could play the sex kitten, she could play the slut, but she couldn't tell which he wanted. Part of her wanted to act offended; the other wanted to shock him by pulling out his dick right then and there and wrapping her soft pink lips around it. "It's a bit tight down there. Just trying to calm down. Gimme a minute." He went back to staring out the window. She rolled her eyes, bored with the situation, and leaned over to run her right hand over his hard package. She saw his smirk return and his dick jumped at her touch. She spread her index and middle finger, holding his length between them as she stroked back and forth through his jeans. This felt like middle school, like she was giving her first handjob... not that she had ever given a handjob, actually. They never appealed to her. She pushed the thought out of her head and firmly ran her palm over his cock, feeling the heat radiating from it. "Mmm... ok, back to 80%. I was almost good there." He tugged his jeans down a little, pulling up his shirt to reveal his stomach. She smirked inwardly -- all of the photos he had sent before they met up had chiseled abs but his stomach was flat. Not ripped. Flat. Perhaps those filters did a bit more for a photo than she realized. She didn't have a witty reply and didn't really need one; as he lowered his jeans his cock grabbed her attention and she shifted in her seat, situating herself towards him. Her hand dipped under the waistband of his jeans, which were to midway down his thigh, and freed his cock. She felt his amusement and decided to surprise him. Wasting no time, she took his entire length into her mouth, feeling the head push into her throat as she controlled her gag reflex. She wasn't the best at deepthroating, but if she was in control she could handle it. Her forefinger and thumb formed a tight circle at the base of his cock and she pulled back and bobbed over his dick. His stifled moan told her she had caught his attention. Her long brown hair formed curtains around her face as she sucked, but she ignored them as her tongue swirled around the tip, the circle of her fingers pumping over the shaft. She moaned over his cock, coming up for air. Her hair flipped back so she could look at him while she licked the shaft. Her hands and his cock were covered in saliva; her hair stuck to her cheek and she brushed it away. He was looking over the entire parking lot and she felt his excitement -- someone walking or driving through could easily see them. She wasn't that worried though; people were too preoccupied with their own lives to be as observant as they. Her tongue twirled circles over the head and flicked the tip before she let him back into her throat. His hand found her hair and entwined in it. She pulled off, turning her head a bit to create a corkscrew; she swiveled back down, repeating the action, her hand firmly stroking him in time. Slowly she descended again, pushing the tip into her throat. He yanked her up suddenly and she spluttered, happy for air but confused and shocked. "People. People!" He muttered and covered himself with his hand. She laughed a bit, wiping the saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand. Drying her hand on her jeans, she sat back and pulled her hair into a ponytail as an elderly couple trudged past the car. His hand lifted as he watched out the window and she took the opportunity to start licking again. It was late morning, just before noon and lunch rush must have started as cars flooded the parking lot, interrupting them multiple times. The third time he stopped her she was horny and frustrated and grabbed his dick, stroking him. "Look. Either drive somewhere else right now or get the fuck over people seeing. You paid for the damn parking spot, I think it's ok." She prided herself on the quip that escaped her mouth. He laughed at her spirit and let her return to his cock. She deepthroated him again, her tongue licking at the base of his shaft, coaxing out his cum. Her hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently. She pulled back, her lips popping as his shaft left her mouth, and she traced the underside with the tip of her tongue. She glanced up in time to see a girl walk by in front of them, aimlessly glancing through the windshield. One hand wrapped around his cock she sat up and locked eyes with the girl and grinned. Shock crossed the stranger's face and she looked down and scurried away, her hands shoved into her pockets. "Yeah, she definitely saw us." Her words were spoken to his cock, which slid past her lips again. "Lucky her," he commented, suddenly pushing down on her head. Her eyes watered as her lips met the base of his dick. She gagged a little at the intrusion but fought against her reflex. Her hand cupped his balls and after a few seconds she pulled back, his hand retreating as she did. Her left hand began stroking him as she licked over his sack, then licked at the line between them. She heard him moan as her mouth closed around one ball, her tongue swirling around it. She released it and sucked the other into her mouth, moaning. She loved the way he tasted. He seemed restless as she released his balls and reverted her attention to his cock. His hips were thrusting, a clear sign that he was close. She put in her best effort -- firm stroking coupled with swirling over the tip and intermittent deepthroating. She could feel him tensing and frantically looking around. Her hand went to his thigh to steady herself as she bobbed quickly, her tongue desperately trying to taste every inch of his shaft. His hips bucked and his hand clamped onto the back of her head as she tried to pull away to breathe. Instead, she was forced farther down his shaft and she quickly tasted salty, musky cum that filled her mouth. His moans were not suppressed this time; a quick glance up let her know his head was lolled back against the seat, his eyes shut as his body shook. She swallowed a little, shocked that he was still cumming. The way her body spasmed made her think that his orgasm was almost too strong. Finally he relaxed slumping in his seat. She pulled back with a mouthful of cum and opened her mouth a bit to suck on a finger coyly. She stuck out her cum-covered tongue to lick her lip before swallowing. Her wide smile proved she hadn't missed a drop. "Now you don't have to buy my lunch," she declared, turning to check her appearance in the mirror of the sun visor. Next to her came the only genuine laughter she had heard from him all day; she looked over to see him smiling, not smirking, back at her. She grinned, proud of herself for the comment. She let her hair down and ran a hand through it. "Oh. Hm. Your meter should be up now." "You're right. Nice timing." He finished buttoning up his jeans, throwing the car into reverse and checking behind him as he backed up. She sat back, sliding into her seatbelt, content with herself. She didn't quite trust him, no... but he certainly had a nice dick. "Where to now?" he glanced at her, pulling out of the parking spot. She smiled coyly... this date certainly was more interesting than she anticipated. Red Flags I watched and waited for any red flags to appear, hoping none would. Anxiety churned inside me. I was not about to trade one bad domestic situation for another. Time would sort things out. After several months the haze of lust and infatuation had cleared enough for me to start looking at Toy objectively. She didn't like me asking too many questions about her life. Sometimes, my efforts led to some serious mood swings and tantrums which passed quickly. I tended to avoid confrontations. My world started to unravel when I decided to ask some hard questions after I concluded things were not quite right. "Why have I not met your family, Toy?" "They live far, far. Don't worry. We go someday soon." "Where did you get the money to buy the gold jewelry you have on your salary? Your phone cost at least 6000 baht. And where do you disappear to for hours sometimes at night? I call you, but your phone is turned off. What's going on?" "Why you question me? I love you. Why you make trouble? You not trust me?" My questions made her angry and agitated. I didn't understand her reaction. "I know you love me, but please answer my questions. Make me feel better. I need to know. We need to be honest with each other. To me, honesty, trust and loyalty are very important. I WILL NOT put up with lying or any break of my trust. You should know this. I want us to be open with each other. I ask for nothing that I am not willing to give you. Do you understand what I'm saying? It is important for our future that you do." "Why farang always talk of trust and honesty? These things not so important in Thailand... Peace in family, keeping face more important. Farang think too much." I had the strong feeling that my words and attitude confused her. It was as if she could not comprehend what I was getting at. She could not understand why I was making her lose face through my questions and insistence on the truth, which was extremely important to me. Problems tended to happen whenever the conversation became intense. Our normal ability to communicate became difficult when she didn't want to answer a question or deal with something unpleasant. She would use anger or the pretense of language difficulties to change the subject. I wasn't going to let her get away with it this time. "You no love me! You want to keep me in cage! I need freedom! You not understand me. You only care yourself." She was raising her voice, about to go off. "Freedom to do what? I pay the bills, and take care of you. What the hell are you talking about? Are you cheating on me? Can I trust you?" I wasn't going to take any crap or deception. "No, no, no! I no cheat. You are man I love, only you, tee rak (sweetheart). I visit my friends sometime. Gold from old boy friend. He from Sweden, gone back long time. You jealous, no good. Now, I sad. Jessie,. You make Toy very sad." She ran into the bathroom and slammed the door. I could see that the conversation was going no where. As usual, her answers didn't satisfy me. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was either lying or not telling me the whole truth. Before I could consider taking the relationship to the next level, I had to find some answers. Looking back, I was compelled to confirm what my gut was already knew. I needed confirmation. When she came out of the bathroom, she was crying. She ran to me and placed her tear stained face on my chest. I not mad now. I love you too much, tee rak." she said dropping to her knees and without a word taking all of my manhood into her mouth. She looked up at me while she drove me to ecstasy and then swallowed every drop. I almost passed out from the intensity of my orgasm. After I recovered, the conversation continued. I was determined to get some answers. "Ok, I want to meet your friends. Could I do that?" She looked concerned for a minute, then, she agreed. The next evening, I found myself in a restaurant filled with Thais. I was the only farang there. Toy had invited five of her friends to join us. Two were male. I could understand a little of what was being said. I sat there spacing out, listening to the chatter until I heard one of the males, who she said was her cousin, say something to Toy. "When are you going to make your farang uncle buy house for you? You can make him pay 500,000 or maybe one million baht sin sot. Then, we can be together." My first thought was what! A million baht was close to 30,000 dollars. Did I hear what I think I heard? Sin sot is the Thai version of a bride price. In Thailand, the perspective groom was sometimes expected to pay this to show honor to the bride and her family Some families extorted this money from farangs because they could. Sometimes, it was given back to the bride as a kind of marriage insurance. It is a practice that doesn't set too well with most farangs Toy and I had never seriously spoken of marriage or sin sot. Referring to me as uncle was a real insult. He was showing me complete disrespect. She didn't seem upset by his words. I was smelling betrayal in the air. What was this being together stuff? My throat tightened with rage, sadness and pain. Resignation soon followed. I had to accept what I had just heard. I was beginning to feel like an old warrior myself. My world had crashed. Who was this woman? I decided to play the hand out. I wanted to see what would happen next. I controlled the anger building in my heart. I knew revenge was a risky thing in Thailand. There would surely be retaliation from her husband and friends. I needed a plan. I thought, how could she do this to me? I treated her like a princess. It appeared that the reason she never pressured me for money was that I was being set up for the big score. I braced myself for the end of my relationship. I tried to wall off my emotions for self protection. The end was near. I would miss her. I knew in her own way, she really did care for me, or did she? She surely didn't define love the way I did. When she used the word, it was hollow, having little or no meaning. I began to wonder if she even liked me. It was hard to believe anybody could be that good of an actress. When the dinner was over her friends went their way. I heard the man who had been speaking to Toy earlier say, "Soon you can come back to my bed and leave this stinking big dick farang. You should be with me, your husband. Pressure him. Tell him you must be married soon." He smiled at me as he spoke. It was every thing I could do to keep from snapping his skinny neck and hers. Toy, laughed at his remarks. She took my arm lovingly as we walked back into the crowed Bangkok street. I had to be patient. But, not too patient. I needed time to put my condo up for sale and arrange to move to the northern city of Chiang Mai. After I took my revenge for Toy's betrayal I would move far away. Toy started throwing very strong hints that she wanted me to make an honest woman out of her. When she went to sleep, I searched her purse for the first time. I found two phones. One of them had names like Mark, John, Eddie and Swen stored in it. I resisted the urge to throw the phone out of the window. She had a date book with client names, dates, and hotels. I felt like such a sucker. The times indicated were all between 6:oo pm and 10:00. After work, she was an escort! That's why she never needed to ask me for money. I had to give it to her...she's good. "Tee rak, do you love me?" She asked in her most vulnerable voice. "Sure I do, why do you ask." The game had begun. I want us to marry. When I take you to family, I must say that we will marry." "why?" "I lose big face and family if they know I sleep with you and not marry." I almost laughed in her face. She was using Thai logic on me. What she said was true, even more true when in the provinces. Too bad she was full of crap and already married. I might have been sympathetic. "I think you're right, Toy. You are a loving faithful companion. I should marry you. We should marry soon. I want you to be my wife. I will love you forever." "Oh, Tee rak...I so happy! I tell family and friends. I want marry in province, so village can come and see my handsome husband. My family will gain much face." She paused for a minute. "You know you give family sin sot. It is Thai tradition. Very important." "I know about sin sot, how much?" "I think, one million baht?" She said it as a question. "A million baht! I'm not rich! I said playing her game. She thought another minute and said, "ok, 500,000 would be ok." She looked at me with hopeful eyes. "I think I can do that. It's a heavy price, but I want to make you happy." Tears slid down her face. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn her look portrayed genuine gratitude and love. She hugged me for a long time, not speaking. Her arms trembled. The heat of her hands penetrated my back. She was good. Tee rak, I not deserve man like you. I must have been very good in past life. Our love very strong. I love you toooo much." she said as she seductively stripped for me. Testosterone surged through my veins. If I could not have her loyalty, I would take her body; probably for the last time. "I am going to give you some money. I want you to go home and arrange an engagement party. Invite everyone in the village. Buy lots to eat and drink. Hire a band. You know what to do. Go tomorrow. I will join you in three days. I will bring sin sot and many baht of gold for all to see when I come to the party. Everyone will be jealous of you. They will know how much I treasure your love and devotion to me." "Devotion?" "It means being true and loyal." I said gritting my teeth. Then I took her, not caring about her pleasure, only mine. She quickly adjusted to my urgency and started to moan with pleasure. I pounded into her with anger and lust. We exploded together, sweating and breathing hard, then rested exhausted in each others arm; each lost in their own thoughts. She left the next day to set everything up. I rented out my condo and had my possessions shipped to Chiang Mai. On the day of the big party, I called Toy. "Many people will come. Everyone want to see you and my sin sot. I want to see you handsome man. Please hurry. I wait for you every minute." She was very excited. "I will be there. Start the party. I will come soon. I love you, bye." I hung up the phone with sadness in my heart. I would never see her again. The loss of face she was about to suffer would be powerful revenge for her betrayal. On the day of the party, there were at least two hundred people in attendance. People danced, ate and drank with abandon. The messenger that I had hired entered the room and went directly to the microphone after whispering something in a band members ear. He spoke in Thai. "Attention please! I have a message from the man Toy is to marry." The crowd quieted down. "He says that he will not be here tonight. He will not be here because Toy is a lying, cheating whore who does not love him and who is already married. She planned to divorce him when she got her sin sot and new house. He says that his heart is broken that he hopes that she thinks about what her life could have been until she is old and grey." The crowd was silent. Toy stood frozen with disbelief. Her face was motionless. It twisted with rage, embarrassment and shock. She wanted to hide...disappear. "That damned farang tricked me!" She hissed at her husband who was sitting near by, looking disappointed. I adjusted to my new home very well. The weather in Chiang Mai was cooler and the air easier to breath than Bangkok. I found an orphanage and started teaching English again. If I wanted female company I knew where to go to hear the words; hello handsome man, where you from? You want take me hotel?"