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[RO] Mae

Cozy and warm after a night out drinking, I lay on my bed with Mae. We had been seeing each other for a few weeks. Her and I were at that stage before hard breathing and promises but had already begun to like each other enough for them.

She wasn’t beautiful but from certain angles and with her black hair down she was pretty. Her cheeks were puffy and her eyes round but small, and her often peculiar, expressionless face said she was cold or unapproachable. She was smarter than average although she never made any ideas of her own, and when she listened to new things she understood. She spoke English well enough and when we talked I seldom grew bored. When we kissed and touched each other I forgot where I was.

We were at it once more now and our motions were soft and serene. There was no hurrying and every touch led to another. I pulled up her shirt slowly and felt the warmth of her back. I slid a few fingers into her waistline and followed the edge of where I wasn’t supposed to go. I reached higher from her stomach to her breast and encountered a pointed elbow. I froze.

“Why are you stopping me?” I said.

She said nothing.

I rolled back to my side of the bed with eyes closed.

“Did you go home alone last night?” she said in the dark.

“Yes,” I said, “I told you.”

The night before I was in a divided mood when I reached my apartment. I had just finished the bulk of work for the week and was tired. It was a Sunday. I thought on the other hand that I was free tomorrow morning and time was better spent outside of these white walls where nothing happens. I showered, took my time getting ready, and was never convinced if I was surely going to Khao San until the end. I put on my cap, popped a few benzos, and went to the convenience store to drink a couple beers and smoke some cigarettes before I left.

Down there it was past midnight and I was alone at the stone tables except for one young Indian man on the farthest table looking at me with interest and peculiarity. I took my notepad and pen out of my back pocket but no words came out.

I ordered a cab and the next thing I remember I was at my usual bar sitting at a wooden table alone. There were twelve tables outside the place that stretched out from the rickety door in the wall to the main vein of the road. The staff wore blue shirts and held out signs with prices for beers and balloons at the flow of people on the road. At the front of the door there was a DJ and an MC who shouted the words to rap and pop songs and jumped. He had dreadlocks and wore a black hat with a colorful marijuana leaf. Green, pink, and blue lights came from the front of the door and they flew by and fell upon everything one looked at.

I ordered a beer and a balloon and took out my notepad to write again. The Cambodian staff there were always friendly to me and gave me sincere eyes. I only made a habit of coming here because I liked the smile of one of the waitresses, Dara. We had talked for a little before but it never worked out.

The music was too loud and I jotted some senseless words in cursive. I kept this up for as long as I could through a cold beer and some more balloons. I put the pen and paper away and turned my head around. There was a chubby girl in yellow at the table behind me and she was turning her head around to meet my eyes.

“Do you want to come sit with me?” she said as she made room.

I hesitated and saw Dara walking down through the aisle of tables giving me a funny look and then that lovely smile. As she walked between us I gave her a tickle on her stomach and we laughed and I got back to facing front.

I sat there a while, staring at the sweaty foreigners and the lightly dressed Thai girls. The girls were not shy to show off their legs. They wore dark crop tops, chokers, and frayed white denim shorts cut just above the upper thighs.

Suddenly an Irish girl came and sat across from me, asking if it was okay that she sat there after she had sat. She said she lost her friends so we said cheers and made small talk. She was full of energy, had a large body and was not fat. Her blue eyes were pretty but not attractive. The rest of her looked like every other Irish girl except that she was tall. I could tell she liked me.

We left and went to a club at the other end of the road with linked arms. We walked in through the narrow kaleidoscope entrance and made our way to the bar. We ordered drinks and said cheers again. The music was the same as before except louder now and the darkness was heavier and the colored lights brighter. We made our way to the dance floor and pressed up against each other with no delay. It wasn’t long before we were making out in front of everyone. We did it some more and the way we looked at each other in between was cheap and as I looked at her veneer of personality she did a sexy dance. I went to the bathroom and thought about leaving.

When I came out she was talking to a blonde European guy and as she saw me she came closer to me. Then she stepped a few steps back to him and then back to me again. We were on our own again by the tables in the back now and I went to the bathroom a second time. This time I came out and saw her with that guy again so I walked through the crowded dance floor to avoid them on my way to the exit. I got out of the building and walked away to the other end of the street. I stopped for a kebab and looked back relieved that she was gone.

I was drunk and it was time to go home now so I walked to the edge of the road where a Tuk-Tuk driver approached me.

“Where you go?”

I told him my address.

“250 baht,” he said.

“100 baht.”

“No way, 200 baht.”

“Thanks,” I turned away and walked on.

“OK. OK. You come.”

I got in the back and we started off for my place. I looked at the old city, the golden tips of the temples, and the large portraits of the royal family. The engine was loud and monotonous against the grandeur of the inner city. We picked up speed and the wind blew off my hat into the road. I felt failure, loneliness, and the sense that I was lost.

There was a shady little red light bar near my apartment that my friend had told me about. I had walked by it before but was never brave enough to enter. I told myself I would go there, have a beer and check it out. I exited the Tuk-Tuk and tried to find it.

I found it cornered on the opposite side of a busy road and a sleazy man with a flashlight soliciting women to people who walked by. I wandered past him and up to the door. The place was empty, green carpeted, and smelled like stale smoke. On the left of the entrance was a long bar with several fridges full of green beer bottles and two bored, worn old ladies sitting behind the bar. By the looks of them, I wondered if they used to be whores. Neither of them were friendly as I ordered a beer and on the right of me sat an older Japanese man smoking cigarettes and speaking to one of them in Thai.

Behind me there was a pool table with a short nubile Thai girl in short shorts moving her hips side to side and playing with a much older patron. At the center of the place along the back wall was a low-entrenched carpeted seat that stretched out to and around the adjacent wall on the right. Pink neon illumined from the bottom of this seat which set the atmosphere of the bar and was the focal point of attention, although at this point there was nobody sitting there. The time was around half past two. There were two girls to the right of the bar staring at me and smiling, playing a board game, and in the bar which was rather big there were no other people yet.

The Japanese man started chatting to me. He liked to talk and he told me that the police came here sometimes or that the police owned it. He said as it got later the girls from Sukhumvit would come in here and wait for customers, and as he talked and talked they came in. A bald white man barged into the bar and stumbled at the first couch. He was huge and muscular and as he walked in the bar host scurried to him and they marched to the whores in pink light. He picked a pretty tattooed one in a blue silk skirt and top. He paid at the far end of the bar and they left together holding hands.

I had once thought that man is most attracted to a woman in the first moments of seeing her. But here I was thoughtless and I asked the Japanese man which one he preferred. He asked me back and I pointed to a girl rather conservatively dressed, wearing a grey sweater that covered her stomach, but she had an elegant smile from across the hollow bar. The Japanese man asked me if I wanted to invite her over for a drink. I accepted and the bar host collected her and brought her over to me.

When she came over I bought her a whiskey and coke and she sat up on the bar chair with me in my lap. We talked about something but it wasn’t important. She was grabbing the back of my hands as she spoke with the Japanese man in Thai and he translated things to me. He said that she used to work on Koh Samui at a restaurant and sometimes did this on the side. He laughed. He asked her where she came from before this and she told him it was a secret. There were jokes about her breasts and she called them lemons.

I was drunk and lost again and I had the feeling that there was no way back now. I got bored of listening to the Japanese man talk and I made a gesture that it was time to go and we got up. The bar host asked if I wanted to take her and he told me the price. I didn’t have the cash on me but they accepted card.

We held hands on the way back to my apartment. The alley was quiet and the neighborhood was asleep. We didn’t talk much but during the trip she asked me if I had condoms. I assured her and we kept walking on in the gentle night and there was no longer adventure but drowsiness.

As soon as we got to my room I took a shower and lay on my bed. Then she took a shower and came out in my blue towel. She turned off the light and then climbed onto the bed. I took off her towel and we began kissing the way lovers kiss. The city skyline from my body gave my room a pale light and I could see her the color of her body and her shapely figure and found nothing I didn’t like. As soon I was inside of her I turned her on her back and slid in from behind and she was moaning sincerely. She stopped and turned around towards me and crouched low on her knees to take off the condom before she forced me into her mouth. I was drunk but she knew what she was doing and we both got eager again and I put on another and I opened her from behind while we were on our sides. I finished soon after and the rest disappeared from memory.

I woke up to her image, standing up straight at the foot of my bed in the dark, asking me about how to get back to the bar. I walked with her downstairs and the black of night was thinning to blue. I showed her to the road where we came from. That was all she needed and then we said a quick goodbye. I came home and fell back asleep.

When I woke up again it was dawn and part of me was confused about what I had done. I felt I crossed a line that could not be uncrossed and that now I was free or condemned but that either way there was a destiny. I smoked a cigarette and looked at the angled light of morning across the skyscrapers of Bangkok. I wanted it again and having no fears anymore I went on the internet and ordered another whore. From her pictures she had a perfect rounded rear and her age said twenty-six. I went to the store to buy an energy drink to get the most out of what was coming.

She was an hour late and didn’t show up until around half past eight. I went downstairs to pick her up. She was calling my room from the phone near the lobby and we both looked at each other unsure. She mouthed my name and I nodded. She went to her clean white SUV, opened the door, and took out her purse. I couldn’t get a good look at her in the brightness. Though I knew she was not twenty-six years old and her photos were doctored and she was not as skinny as she had looked. She was short and had large breasts and that was enough.

We went up to my room and sat on my couch and began to chat. She said she was late because of the traffic. She asked me if I had been drinking. Eventually she went to the bathroom and I stretched out on my bed. When she came out she lay next to me and we faced each other. I said nothing and she began to play with me through my shorts while she looked into my eyes. Soon she was tugging me and climbed on her knees to my waist. She pulled her hair back and I watched her head fall on me. Her hands moved below my shaft and she put her fingers around them mellow as her head moved up and down gently.

She came back up to where I was and took her shirt off. I could see the dough rolls between her lingerie and when she took off her long and large underwear her stomach was covered with Aztec colored tattoos which were deformed and random among the crevices of her fat. As I put on a condom and entered her I looked down at her abdomen. There was another dyed layer of bulge extended like a body part I had never seen before and it looked like the end of a pudgy scarab shell. When I moved against her I didn’t look at her eyes but her legs, which were still chubby but the most attractive part of her body, and I liked the way they vibrated as I beat into her.

We switched positions and she got on top of me facing the edge of my bed. The thickness of her legs made her behind look small but firm and I watched her move up and down on my member which was losing strength. She got up and the condom came off of it and dangled from between her stuck up there.

“You come?” she said.

“No” I replied.

She pointed to my penis. It was covered in it.

“It’s OK, I will do again later,” she said.

I passed out on the bed and when I came back out of sleep again I remember her sitting on my couch. She got up and I kept laying there. She asked me if I had a pen and I pointed and then she wrote her phone number and name on a paper and said to call her when I woke up.

After a couple hours of sleep I woke to the heaviness of midday. I opened the blinds and the time outside made me feel late although I had nothing to do yet. I threw away the paper with the phone number. I gathered all the trash together and the used condoms in one bag and put it outside to be taken. I took my sheets down to the wash and waited. Mae was coming over later that night.

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