first
time here.”
“ You want zome
company?”
“ Sure, it’s always
nice to meet new people.”
“ I was talking about
za girl,” Helmut laughed.
“ Oh. Then why
not.”
As the music changed
to another eighties’ track, Helmut waved over an older lady. She
wasn’t as slim or as sexy as the other girls, had heavy makeup and
bushy hair. She strutted over, blocked Stan’s view of the stage and
spoke Thai with Helmut.
“ Who’s that?” Stan
asked as she walked away.
“ The mamasan. She’s
in charge of the girls.”
A few minutes and a
new track later, two attractive ladies in silk robes appeared and
slid in next to the boys. Helmut opened his girl’s robe to reveal a
lovely little figure wrapped in purple lingerie and half covering a
perky pair of fake breasts.
“ We buy them a drink
then we can play.”
Stan agreed, ordered
two shots of Tequila and turned to his girl. Her smile was
encouraging; she had a pretty face framed with brown hair and busy
eyes that kept flicking between Helmut and Stan.
“ What you name? Where
you from?”
“ I’m Nigel,” Stan
lied.
“ My name
Pancake.”
Two shots of Tequila
soon arrived on a silver tray with a sprinkle of salt and two
wedges of lime. Stan watched the girls as they downed them, licked
the salt and sucked the lime.
Helmut, noticing Stan
was a little shy, leant over, opened Pancake’s robe and copped a
feel of her breasts. “At least get zee money’s worth.”
Stan looked down at
the red lingerie embracing Pancake’s slender body, but didn’t
touch. Helmut fondled his girl’s breasts, right in front of Stan
then reached down to stroke his fingers between her
legs.
“ You can take any of
zese girls upstairs to a private room and have ze wicked
way.”
“ I couldn’t
possibly.”
“ Maybe after a few
more drinks.”
“ I don’t think so. I
feel a little bad for the girls. I couldn’t take advantage of
them.”
Several drinks
later, Helmut was looking at his watch. He
turned to Stan. “I have work tomorrow.”
“ That’s a shame. What
do you do?”
“ I own ze travel
agency. Perhaps ve can do zis again, anuzzer time?”
Helmut reached for
the bill. Stan pulled it away and paid. Helmut handed Stan his
card.
“ Thank you Stan. It’s
nice to have met you. Call me if you want annuzer night
out.”
“… .Definitely.” Stan
nodded.
Stan tucked away Helmut’s card, followed him out of the bar
and said goodbye. He continued his stroll down Cowboy, reached the
end, then turned onto another road. It had several scruffy taxi
drivers standing around, waiting for their prey.
“ Taxi sah?” A cabbie
asked with dry lips.
Stan waved a
dismissive wave - he wasn’t done yet. He continued on and was
walking down a quieter road when he was accosted by three girls
sitting outside the small entrance to a bar.
“ You want drink,
handsome man?” a tall, feminine lady offered. “You look like Tom
Cruise.”
“ I’m heading home,”
Stan replied.
“ I go with you?” She
asked with hopeful eyes.
She was sexy in a
sleazy way with thick black hair and long legs. Her make-up was
heavy and her thick eyelashes fluttered sensually at Stan. His eyes
fixated on her black high-heeled boots that stretched half way up
her legs.
“ One for the road?”
she smiled.
He nodded and
followed her into a small, dimly-lit room where several
black-leather barstools were lined up against the bar. It smelt of
stale spunk. He ordered a whisky soda as she slid in next to him
and started rubbing his leg.
“ You buy drink for
me?” she asked.
Stan nodded to the
bar-maid. A whisky Cola arrived and Stan and ‘Black Boots’ clinked
glasses.
“ What your
name?”
“ Nigel,” Stan lied
again.
She
pressed her hand firmly against his crotch and began to caress him.
He opened his legs a little and glanced
down to see she now had a firm grip on his member, through his
shorts. He contentedly sipped his whisky while she slowly opened
the buttons to
time here.”
“ You want zome
company?”
“ Sure, it’s always
nice to meet new people.”
“ I was talking about
za girl,” Helmut laughed.
“ Oh. Then why
not.”
As the music changed
to another eighties’ track, Helmut waved over an older lady. She
wasn’t as slim or as sexy as the other girls, had heavy makeup and
bushy hair. She strutted over, blocked Stan’s view of the stage and
spoke Thai with Helmut.
“ Who’s that?” Stan
asked as she walked away.
“ The mamasan. She’s
in charge of the girls.”
A few minutes and a
new track later, two attractive ladies in silk robes appeared and
slid in next to the boys. Helmut opened his girl’s robe to reveal a
lovely little figure wrapped in purple lingerie and half covering a
perky pair of fake breasts.
“ We buy them a drink
then we can play.”
Stan agreed, ordered
two shots of Tequila and turned to his girl. Her smile was
encouraging; she had a pretty face framed with brown hair and busy
eyes that kept flicking between Helmut and Stan.
“ What you name? Where
you from?”
“ I’m Nigel,” Stan
lied.
“ My name
Pancake.”
Two shots of Tequila
soon arrived on a silver tray with a sprinkle of salt and two
wedges of lime. Stan watched the girls as they downed them, licked
the salt and sucked the lime.
Helmut, noticing Stan
was a little shy, leant over, opened Pancake’s robe and copped a
feel of her breasts. “At least get zee money’s worth.”
Stan looked down at
the red lingerie embracing Pancake’s slender body, but didn’t
touch. Helmut fondled his girl’s breasts, right in front of Stan
then reached down to stroke his fingers between her
legs.
“ You can take any of
zese girls upstairs to a private room and have ze wicked
way.”
“ I couldn’t
possibly.”
“ Maybe after a few
more drinks.”
“ I don’t think so. I
feel a little bad for the girls. I couldn’t take advantage of
them.”
Several drinks
later, Helmut was looking at his watch. He
turned to Stan. “I have work tomorrow.”
“ That’s a shame. What
do you do?”
“ I own ze travel
agency. Perhaps ve can do zis again, anuzzer time?”
Helmut reached for
the bill. Stan pulled it away and paid. Helmut handed Stan his
card.
“ Thank you Stan. It’s
nice to have met you. Call me if you want annuzer night
out.”
“… .Definitely.” Stan
nodded.
Stan tucked away Helmut’s card, followed him out of the bar
and said goodbye. He continued his stroll down Cowboy, reached the
end, then turned onto another road. It had several scruffy taxi
drivers standing around, waiting for their prey.
“ Taxi sah?” A cabbie
asked with dry lips.
Stan waved a
dismissive wave - he wasn’t done yet. He continued on and was
walking down a quieter road when he was accosted by three girls
sitting outside the small entrance to a bar.
“ You want drink,
handsome man?” a tall, feminine lady offered. “You look like Tom
Cruise.”
“ I’m heading home,”
Stan replied.
“ I go with you?” She
asked with hopeful eyes.
She was sexy in a
sleazy way with thick black hair and long legs. Her make-up was
heavy and her thick eyelashes fluttered sensually at Stan. His eyes
fixated on her black high-heeled boots that stretched half way up
her legs.
“ One for the road?”
she smiled.
He nodded and
followed her into a small, dimly-lit room where several
black-leather barstools were lined up against the bar. It smelt of
stale spunk. He ordered a whisky soda as she slid in next to him
and started rubbing his leg.
“ You buy drink for
me?” she asked.
Stan nodded to the
bar-maid. A whisky Cola arrived and Stan and ‘Black Boots’ clinked
glasses.
“ What your
name?”
“ Nigel,” Stan lied
again.
She
pressed her hand firmly against his crotch and began to caress him.
He opened his legs a little and glanced
down to see she now had a firm grip on his member, through his
shorts. He contentedly sipped his whisky while she slowly opened
the buttons to
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