Mariah

MARIAH by Waldo

Introduction Chapter 1 - The business trip Chapter 2 - Mariah Chapter 3 - Agnes Chapter 4 - The fight Chapter 5 - No nooky is... Chapter 6 - Time passes Chapter 7 - My first cigarette Chapter 8 - Our plan

Mariah

by Waldo

Introduction

There are some things in life that you remember forever. Such as your first real love. In my case, she called herself Mariah, although her birth name was Pat. She didn't like to be called Pat or Patricia or Patty. It brought back too many old, painful memories of her childhood that she wanted to forget.

To me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I didn't plan to fall in love with her but I couldn't help it. There was that one minute when I was looking at her, admiring her classic youthful beauty, savoring her feminine sensuality, enjoying the pleasure of her company; and she entranced me forever by simply smiling that wonderful smile at me. That moment I knew that I loved her and that I couldn't live without her.

She used me. I let her because I couldn't deny her anything once I became her willing slave. I was a prisoner, held in bondage by her eyes, by her smile, by her touch, by her voice, by her overwhelming femininity. I would do anything for her. Even knowing that what she wanted me to do for her was illegal and could result in my death or imprisonment. I would have killed for her and came very close to killing her father. She wanted him to die and I wanted to please her.

Even now, I can't believe how she manipulated me to get me to help her. I knew that there was a cold spot in her heart, a spot where misery had built a heart so cold and cruel. I knew that she hated her father and would stop at nothing until he was dead. But I also knew that the rest of her was alive, warm and loving. That she was the type of woman that dreams are made of. That is, when she wanted to be.

Mariah, why did you leave me?

I was still sitting in my motel room. It had been three weeks since she left me, but I can't leave this room, hoping that she will come back to me. It's the room where we last made love. Where she kissed my lips and walked out the door, not saying good-by or even a "go to hell".

I leave the room only long enough to go to the motel restaurant to get something to eat. I'm not hungry but know that I have to eat. Food has lost its taste for me and I eat only to provide nourishment for my hurting body. I rush back to the motel room, hoping that she is there, or that she left a message for me. As eager as I am to rush into the room, I also don't want to open the door, knowing how much it will hurt when I see that she isn't there.

I sleep in my clothes. If you can call my tossing and turning nightmare, sleep. I stay awake until I fall asleep from exhaustion and sleep the slumber of the dead for two to three hours until I jerk myself awake, reaching for her. Then I light another cigarette and stare at the only thing that I have that belonged to her. Her cigarette lighter.

I had never smoked in my life until she shared a cigarette with me after our first wonderful two hours of sex. From that time on, sharing a cigarette afterwards became part of our nightly love-making. I didn't want to learn to smoke, but just wanted something more to share between us. Then after she left me, I saw the lighter lying on the dresser with a pack of her cigarettes. I smoked the rest of her cigarettes that first day, while I paced the floors and waited in our motel room. Within a week, I had a four pack a day habit.

Her cigarette lighter was an old zippo lighter. It was old, scared, and almost worn out. But it was the only thing that she had, that had belonged to her father. She had stolen it over ten years before and hung onto it throughout her tumultuous childhood as her only possession. She had grown up in a foreign whore house, constantly moving from whore house to whore house, with only the clothes on her back; living the life of a whore. Somehow, she had managed to hold onto the lighter, through her tumultuous life.

So when I saw the lighter lying on the dresser, I knew that she had left it on purpose. That she would be back for it. That she had left it for me. For me to save it for her.

Her name is Mariah. Or did I say that already? I don't remember. I find it difficult to think about anything but her. She called herself Mariah because she liked the sound of it. She remembered seeing a movie when she was a kid and a man sang a song about the wind which he called Mariah.

I bought this notebook at the drugstore as I was getting some more cigarettes. I wanted to write down my memories as I try to make some sense of my life. Especially my life after I met Mariah.

Chapter 1 - The business trip

I had never been to Thailand before. My work required me to travel around the states a lot, but Thailand wasn't within my territory. So when the Sales Manager asked me to assist a new sales representative in Thailand for six weeks, I leaped at the chance to see a new country.

Agnes Watkins was a beautiful woman. She was twenty-three, freshly graduated from college and this was her first job. She had been hired to expand our product line to Thailand and China. We sell manufacturing equipment and those countries were ripe for our expanding product line. When I saw Agnes sitting in my boss's office, I knew that spending six weeks with her in a hotel could be a very interesting treat.

How can I describe her except to say that she's blond, built, vivacious, and single. Just by looking at her, you could tell that she was the sort of woman that could fuck your brains out of your ears. The type of woman that you hoped you wound up with, when you woke up in the morning. Yes, she most definitely was a beautiful, sexy young woman with a wonderful body.

So how did I wind up with Mariah? Especially when there was that very nubile woman so close to me, just asking for me to fuck her.

I saw Mariah for the first time as we were checking into our Bangkok hotel. As the desk clerk was waiting on Agnes, I saw the elevator open and Mariah stepped out. Normally I would have just glanced at her and watched her walk by. But I had been in Thailand for two days and Agnes was the only attractive American woman that I had seen so far. When I saw this beautiful long-legged, shapely American woman step out of the elevator, I just had to stare at her a little more than normal.

She saw me looking at her and paused just long enough to flash an honest smile at me, exposing a mouth of creamy white teeth under her red voluptuous lips. Then she turned away and walked deliberately through the lobby, knowing that I was staring at her. Knowing that I was watching her nice ass move as she walked in her high heels, watching as her chestnut hair bounced as she walked, watching as her tight clothes hinted of the wonderful body hid beneath the skirt and blouse.

For just a moment, I allowed my mind to daydream about what I could to with that luscious ass, then Agnes said something to me; pulling me back to reality.

I quickly forgot about the mysterious attractive American woman with the nice ass as Agnes and I spent time in her room discussing our sales plan. Agnes had changed into something a little more comfortable than her traveling clothes and I could tell that she was braless under her blouse. I knew that she was teasing me as we worked. But I didn't care because I enjoyed it.

I'm a normal healthy American male. I'm thirty-two years old, in reasonable shape, and have been told that I'm quite handsome. I don't have any problems with picking up women. In fact, I turn down a lot of women because they don't meet my high standards. I know that I as I get older, I'll have to modify my standards because I only like young, beautiful women. There will come a time in my life when I can't attract young women and I'll have to settle for women that are closer to my age. But until then, I plan to have a quite pleasant and abundant sex life. I was married once. Married my high school sweetheart but that quickly failed. So I vowed to never marry again.

As I stared at Agnes's jiggling blouse, I could imagine being in bed with her, sucking on her titties, probing my tongue up her pussy as she sucked on my hard cock. I like for women to suck me. There is nothing more pleasant in the world than a tender pair of lip- sticked lips wrapped around my cock. While I enjoy sex, I won't go back a second time to a woman unless she blows me the first time. Even if she is the most beautiful woman in the world. If we don't have at least one round of oral sex, I won't crawl back into bed with her. There have been some exceptions. Such as that topless dancer with 48DDD boobs down in Dallas. Or that movie actress in Hollywood.

When Agnes paused in our planning session so that she could go to the bathroom, I used that moment to open her dresser and look at her small traveling supply of lingerie. I picked up a bra, glanced at the size to see that she was a 36C and smelled it. I could smell her wonderful cologne and knew that it was the one that she had on this morning.

I put it back in the drawer as I found it and sat back down at the table, thinking about my plan. Not my business plan, but my plan to get Agnes into bed. To get her to suck my cock.

I had big plans for what I wanted to do to Agnes. I was really looking forward to fucking her. And then leaving her when the six weeks were up. I knew that she would miss me and would want me to come back. But she didn't fit into my plans, except to entertain me in bed for several nights.

When she came out of the bathroom, I could smell her slightly stronger cologne and see that she had taken the time to freshen her make-up. As we talked about business, I was watching her for the little signals that would indicate that she wanted me to make my move. While I didn't have any problem with making the first move, I didn't want to ruin a business relationship so I would play it cool, until the right moment, then sweep her off her feet.

After four hours of planning, she suggested that we adjourn to the bar. I welcomed that suggestion knowing that we could start getting more personal after a couple of drinks.

The bar was about a quarter full and we got a table right next to the bar. There was a lot of foreigners in the bar, along with the native Thailanders. As we ordered our drinks, I glanced around the bar, checking out the other occupants of the hotel. Sitting three tables away was the attractive American woman that I had seen earlier getting out of the elevator. She was sitting with an Italian man and I could barely pick out her voice from the sing-song voices of the Thailand women sitting closer to me.

As Agnes read the menu trying to find an appetizer, I found myself staring at the mysterious woman, drawn to stare at her for some unknown reason. The Italian was sitting beside her and I could tell that he had one of his hands on her legs. From the way that they were sitting, and the Italian's gestures, I could tell that they weren't talking about business.

Agnes pulled my attention back to her when she noticed that I was staring at the other woman. As we sipped our drinks, our discussion changed from business topics to more personal topics. She had never been married, but had been engaged while in college. She took this job to get away from her old boyfriend. She liked to go dancing. She was originally from Ohio. She was very familiar with a hotel bar where I used to stay in Ohio. And she thought that she was lucky because I had been selected to train her.

All in all, our discussion was going very favorable. If we weren't business partners, I would have switched into pick-up mode and started laying some heavy romantic dialog on her, instead of this "let's be friends" bullshit.

Agnes excused herself to go to the bathroom and I was playing with my drink's swizzle stick, as I thought about what strategy would be best to get into Agnes' panties. The mysterious American woman walked by my table leaving a sensual trail of her perfume following her and leaned on the bar so that it made her ass look fuller in that tight skirt. I heard her ask for a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. While she waited on the bartender to fill her order, she turned around so that she was facing me and leaned back so that her elbows were resting on the bar. One of her high heeled shoes was placed on the bar rail so that her knee was sticking out, causing the slit in her skirt to reveal a lot of very feminine leg. She was looking back at her companion, sending him signals that I interpreted to mean easy sex, while I watched her seduce him with her eyes and her body.

Something about her reminded me of Texas. It might have been her tall body and her long flowing sexy legs. Or the way that she was leaning against the bar with her elbows back causing her proud breasts to thrust forward against her tight silk blouse. Or her long, flowing wavy chestnut brown hairstyle, cascading down her shoulders. She was an excellent example of American beauty and seductive femininity. Her sex appeal radiated from her, causing me to get an erection just from looking at her. Then I remembered that I used to date a native Texas woman who was a cheerleader at the University of Texas and this sexy woman reminded me of her.

When the bartender gave her the cigarettes, she turned her head slightly and stared straight into my eyes. For a moment, we stared at each other as I became lost in her deep dark eyes. If eyes are the key to a person's soul, then I met her soul. For a brief moment, I was pulled into her shinning eyes, meeting the fantastic woman hid under those long, fluttering eyelashes. Feeling the common desire to know more about each other.

Then a beautiful, friendly smile formed on her face and an honest, welcoming twinkle flashed through her eyes just before she turned away and walked back to her table. For just a moment as she sat down, she glanced back at me, to catch me staring at her again. Then she gave her attention back to her companion as she lit a cigarette.

Two drinks later, Agnes and I were best friends as we aired out personal likes and dislikes. She didn't think her old boyfriend was romantic enough and he had some sexual hangups that she didn't like. She knew that I liked oral sex and only smiled when I gave away that secret.

My mysterious woman was gone. I had watched as her friend escorted her out of the bar, his hand very low on her waist, almost at the small of her back.

Then Agnes announced that she was tired and was going to bed, leaving me alone in the bar. For a couple of minutes, I debated the wisdom of knocking on her door, to see if she was ready for me to spin the night in her bed. Then business sense kicked in and I rejected her as my entertainment for tonight.

I picked up a girl in the bar that was from Ireland. She was a little chubby for my taste but she met most of my criteria. She was also horny and looked respectful enough so that I could accept any of my friends knowing that I fucked her.

Although she had a sexy appetite, I was very happy when she got up to take a shower before going back to her room. She was a little late getting up and was rushing so that she wouldn't miss her flight. Although it had been a very enjoyable evening, her vagina was just a little too loose for my personal enjoyment and also had too strong of an aroma. I was glad that her flight was leaving and I wouldn't see her again. I'm very particular about my women and what I like. And also what I don't like.

Agnes and I visited six customers that first day. Then we raced back to the hotel bar to relieve our frustrations from having to deal with clients. I was on my second beer when the mysterious American girl walked in. I could see her shapely feminine reflection in the bar mirror. She stood in the doorway and looked around the bar as if she was expecting to meet someone. She paused in her search when she saw me sitting at my table and let a faint smile appear on her lips, not realizing that I was watching her from a different angle through the mirror. Then she continued looking around the room before her eyes stopped on someone sitting at a corner table. She took a deep breath, almost as if she was getting ready to do something that she really didn't want to do, then put a smile on her face. It was an artificial smile, one of those smiles where it's not really meant. As a salesman, I'm used to smiling on demand and to recognize when my client is doing the same thing.

I watched the nice swing of her ass as she walked across the room and held out her hand to the man, as if it was an introduction to him. The man ignored her hand and patted the bench beside him as an indication for her to sit down. As she sat down beside him, he stared at her as if he were examining a piece of meat for the first time. Not as if he was greeting an old friend or a new acquaintance. It was almost as if he felt that he owned her.

Something seemed wrong to me. Not only about the way that he was examining her, but also because I thought that he wasn't her type. I could see an attractive woman going out with the Italian yesterday, but this man was too much of a greasy slimeball to be involved with her.

Agnes said something to me, which pulled my attention back to the woman sitting at my table. After a couple of minutes of idle chitchat, I glanced over at their table again, to see the waiter cleaning it up. They were gone.

I'm not naive. She has to be a prostitute.

Chapter 2 - Mariah

After I escorted Agnes to her room and she didn't ask me in, I went back to the lounge. After an hour of sitting by myself, I decided that I wanted to treat myself to a little sexual pampering. I gave the bartender a ten spot and asked him to tell me how to get a hooker sent to my room. He said that he would have someone come by.

Her name was Barbie or that's what she said to call her because my western tongue couldn't pronounce her Thailand name. I showed her what I could do with my tongue.

She did anything that I wanted her to do. And she had a nice body for an Asian woman. I like my women to have a little more meat on their body. I was lying on my back and she was doing a fantastic job of humping me; but somehow her small overall size reminded me of a six grade girl with big boobs. As she humped me, my imagination went wild and with my eyes closed, she turned into my mystery American woman.

This woman was a good fuck. My imagination made her better.

I got up early and went for my morning jog. As I was returning to the hotel, I saw the mystery woman walk out of the hotel. She was dressed in the same clothes that she had on yesterday, so it must have been an all- nighter for her.

As she walked down the street, I timed it so that I caught up to her just as she reached the corner.

"Hi, I'm Dave Rutledge. I just arrived here and was glad to see that other American's are here also. Have you been here long?"

She paused before she replied, allowing a little smile to form in the corners of her lips before she replied in a soft, sultry sounding voice "My friends call me Mariah. I was born in America but I've been here for the last ten years, so I almost consider myself to be a native. I saw you in the bar with your attractive friend."

"Mariah is a pretty name. I like the sound of it. It invokes a feeling of wind blown adventure."

She laughed and responded "Thank you. But I don't think that you stopped me just so that we can bull shit each other. What do you want?"

"Right to the point, aren't you? Good. So am I. I'm here to establish a new sales territory with Agnes being the permanent sales agent. I want to make this a productive six weeks so I'm looking for someone that is local, that knows the local markets and how to deal with the natives. When I saw you in the bar, I didn't realize that you had been here that long, but I thought that I could see if you might know someone that could help us."

There was a long pause and she held up a long ruby- red fingernail against her voluptuous red lips as if she was thinking. Then she asked "So you are going back to America in six weeks. Is your friend also going back at the same time?"

"No, Agnes will be here for at least the next year."

"How do you think that I can help you? I'm only a prostitute and know nothing about setting up sales territories. I've fucked a lot of salesmen, but I don't see how that can help."

"Will you meet me this afternoon? Not in the hotel bar, but somewhere else so that I can talk to you?" I asked.

She didn't answer for almost twenty seconds. I was getting ready to say "pretty please with sugar on it" when she responded "Hotel East Lane is two blocks that way. Be in the bar at 6 pm and don't be late or stand me up. I believe in getting revenge."

She turned away and walked across the corner, leaving me standing there, watching her.

The rest of the day dragged. I kept looking at my watch and checking our schedule, pushing Agnes to work within the allotted time. For some reason, I found it difficult to concentrate on work and kept thinking about Mariah. I even came up with a lame excuse when one client suggested drinks after work, leaving Agnes to fend for herself with the potential client.

At 5:45, I walked into the bar and ordered a beer. At 5:58, Mariah sat down on the stool beside me, saying a few quick words to the bartender; which I didn't understand.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I greeted him, explained that you were my friend so he will take care of you instead of treating you like a tourist, and asked for a drink."

"You speak very fluent Thai." I said.

"You would too, if you had spent half of your life here. At first it was difficult to understand anyone, until I learned the language basics. The Thai, or Siamese, are the dominant ethnic group of Thailand. Their tonal and largely monosyllabic language, isn't affiliated with any other Asian linguistic family. Americans have problems with the language because the language does not relate to any European or English words. That is because Thailand was never a European colony which is rare among the Asian countries. Thai means `free' in their language."

"How did you wind up here?" I asked.

"My father abandoned me here. I moved here with my parents when my father's job re-located him here. After my mother died under suspicious circumstances, he married a Thai whore who wanted to go to the states. Only my new step-mother wasn't interested in having me, a ten year old child, tag along with them. Dad was pussy whipped and would do anything she wanted. When they sneaked back to the states after he was fired from his job because of stealing, I was left to fend for myself. The whore's friends took me in and started selling my body to pay my share of the rent. Child prostitutes are very common here and are in high demand. The first several times I didn't cooperate and was raped. Then I learned that it was futile to resist. I have been a whore ever since. It's the only life that I know."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize." I stammered.

"Don't be. I serve a useful purpose and have learned to adapt to my role in society. I even learned to enjoy it and can't think about doing anything else now. Because of the way that I look and how I pleasure my customers, I make very good money for a Thai whore. So much money, that I could quit now and live very comfortable here for the rest of my life. But I won't quit, because it is the only life that I know and I enjoy providing pleasure to my male customers. I also have a very regular customer base where I trust my customers and don't have to seek out new customers. But enough about me. Now, why don't you explain why you think a whore can help you break into this market?"

I was glad that she changed the subject. I quickly responded "We don't understand the Thai mentality. We don't know how to deal with their personality issues. I was hoping that you could give us some advice. I would be willing to pay for your time."

She paused, lighting a cigarette, leaving a trace of her red lipstick on the filter before she responded "I haven't done anything for free in a long time. When you stopped me, I thought it was because you wanted to fuck me. So you want me to sell my knowledge and not my body. It sounds interesting to have an business relationship that does not involve sex."

With her ruby tipped fingernail, she flicked her cigarette lighter open and close a couple of times as she thought about my proposal. Then she continued "I have an established client schedule and could only assist one to two hours every evening before I have to go to work. I still have to maintain my clients after you leave and I can't afford to lose any of them."

"I understand and will work around your schedule."

"I want ten dollars an hour." she said.

"That is reasonable."

"No, it's not. It's highway robbery for a Thai's time when sex isn't involved. And I'm considered a Thai by the locals, no matter what I look like. For that much money, you can hire someone for all day."

"I'll still pay it." I smiled at her.

She smiled back and responded "I know you will. I wasn't turning it down, just advising you of the salary difference."

For the next hour, we talked. She really gave me an in- depth understanding of most Thailander's personality and how they would re-act to different situations. I had just wanted to meet her when I came up with this bullshit plan, but she was really providing me with valuable insight into their personalities.

At exactly 7:10 she said "Time's up for today and I have someone that is waiting for me. I can meet with you for one hour about the same time tomorrow, two hours the next day and then I have to go out of town with a client for two days. He wants to show off his American woman and how she can't get enough of him. He's willing to pay me four times my normal rate, so I'll play his little game. Same place tomorrow night?"

"Yes." I responded as I reached for my billfold.

She stopped my hand by putting her hand on my wrist, squeezing me with her warm, long fingernails as she said "I'll keep track of what you owe me. Just before you leave, we can settle up. I don't want your money to get mixed in with my pimp's money."

I went back to my hotel bar and had the bartender send up another whore. This girl had completely over- sized artificial breasts and long blonde hair. She was dressed and tried to look like a Thai Dolly Parton. While she looked nice with a dress on, her silicone implants felt hard and didn't look normal when she was naked and rolling on the bed. After a quick fuck, I paid her the five dollars and eased her ass out of my room.

Agnes was a little grumpy the next morning because the client had hit on her and she finally had to slip away, knowing that she probably lost him as a customer. She took her anger out on me, but I didn't care.

Again I found it difficult to concentrate on work. As I was taking notes at a meeting with a prospective client, I discovered that the doodling that I was doing, was a drawing of the ruby-red voluptuous Texas lips that I had stared at last night as we talked.

She's a whore. A fucking whore who is more Thai than American. But I can't get my mind off of her. I don't know what's wrong with me. I could hire her to fuck me but I don't want to do that. Let me take that back. I do want her to fuck me, but I want it to be because she wants to be with me, not because I paid her.

I must be getting old. My older brother warned me that there would come a day when I would start feeling these strange urges to settle down; when I would want more than a good simple fuck from a woman. When I would allow myself to get trapped in that hopeless state of marriage.

I feel funny. I can't get her out of my mind.

Agnes was a little suspicious when I turned down another invitation to stop off for drinks a second time. I can't tell her that I'm meeting a whore that I have hired to discuss local attitudes. And that I don't want her to go with me.

Mariah was right on time. As she lit her almost constant cigarette, I looked at her to see if I could figure out why she attracted me so much. She was dressed in a normal American cocktail dress, looking like a woman out on the town with her man. Her long wavy Chestnut hair framed her face, complementing her classic facial features. While she was exposing some cleavage, it was an acceptable display.

"Have you told your friend about me yet?" she asked, shaking me loose from my daydream.

"No."

"Why not? I was looking forward to meeting her. I like the way she dresses and wanted to talk to her about where she buys her clothes."

"She brought them with her."

She smiled as she admonished me "You don't understand women. I watch the fashions and try to keep up with the latest styles. I just wanted to talk to her about trends that we won't see over here for another year. I understand that you fucked Terahi last night?"

My face turned red. I nodded my head.

She smiled "Terahi and I grew up in the same whorehouses, experiencing puberty together. We used to sit around and talk about the mystery of our changing bodies. When we were waiting on our next customer, we would compare our budding breasts, help each other style our hair, and talk about what it was like to grow up as a Thailand woman. She was my best friend and I was her slightly younger sister. If it hadn't been for her, I would probably not survived my adolescence years. As we grew up, she used to get jealous of my larger breasts, showing her anger because my body was filling out with feminine curves while she was still looking like a little girl going through puberty. Then one day, Terahi ruined her body with her cheap implants. She went from being almost flat with breasts just a little bigger than scrambled eggs, to having two oranges-like bumps squeezed under her tight skin. I laughed at her and told her to get them taken out because they didn't look real and then to get out of the business, but she wouldn't listen to me. After her skin stretched to fit her implants and looked somewhat normal, she decided that they were too small. So she went through a second surgery where they removed the first implants and inserted even larger silicone implants to bring her up to her current size. What did you really think of her boobs?"

"They turned me off."

"She looks nice dressed, but her breasts look so unrealistic when they are bouncing inches from your face. I was always pressured to increase my boob size because I could make more money, but I didn't want to have the implants. It's so hard to find a good doctor over here who you can trust to do the surgery correctly. Men are so visual oriented and like big boobs and they tip better when they are satisfied. So what you are seeing hanging on my chest, is nothing more than the effect of feminine hormones. What do you think of my boobs?"

"I haven't seen them yet, except when you leaned over to pick up your purse. You have a nice body from what I have seen so far."

She flounced her hair and struck a teasing pose as she responded in a seductive pose "I have a body that you'll never forget. I guarantee it."

Then she started laughing so hard that a tear formed in her eye. I laughed with her. When she quit laughing, she continued "You don't know how hard it is, to look sexy like this. I have to constantly work out, watch what I eat, and worry about body parts that like to sag. If I didn't wear the proper support undergarments, I would look like shit. But enough about me, you are paying to learn about business people."

The hour passed too quickly. Not only was she beautiful, but she was very intelligent also. I think of most women as being basically bimbos whose only function in life is to satisfy my animal instincts. Although she hadn't attended formal schools past the fifth grade, she was self taught. Her keen understanding of human psychology was self-learnt from her years of living as a hooker.

When it was time for her to leave, I was torn with asking her to stay, or risking paying her to stay. I wanted to take her back to my hotel room and make love to her.

Oh, shit. I wanted to make love to her, not fuck her. I haven't felt that way about a woman since my first college sweetheart.

With reluctance, I let her go, knowing that within twenty minutes, she would be letting someone undress her as they played with each other's private areas. That she would be allowing him to suck on her breasts. That she would be taking his cock into her body, letting his cum spurt into her. That she would be letting some stranger do the things to her that I wanted to do to her, but couldn't. Knowing that I wouldn't see her for two more days, because she was traveling with a man who was paying her to pretend to be his wife.

Chapter 3 - Agnes

When I joined Agnes in the breakfast bar, she was acting funny. She was quite and acted as if she had something on her mind. Where she had previously been vivacious, now she was subdued. As we visited our customers, she was her normal professional self, but as soon as we walked out of the customer's office, she returned to her restrained personality. We had a customer join us at lunch so I couldn't really talk to her about this drastic change in her personality. As we were riding down the elevator from the last customer on our schedule, I asked "Would you like to join me at happy hour?"

She paused before replying "I would like that very much."

I had the taxi take us to a near-by bar. Once we were seated at the table and had our drinks in front of us, I said "Something seems to be bothering you."

She stared at me before replying "Do you find me attractive?"

"Why, of course. You are extremely beautiful."

"That's not what I asked you. I can be beautiful but not attractive to your eyes."

"Yes, I'm very attracted to you."

"Then why the hell don't you open up and let me get closer to you. When I saw you back at the main office, I started having night fantasies about being in a hotel room with you for six weeks. We have been here four nights and you ran away from me for two nights. As soon as I could get rid of the customer and get back to the hotel, I ran back to the hotel, hoping that you would call me. I sat in my hotel room both nights just waiting for you to call. Are you gay?"

I laughed and responded "No. I've never seen a man that attracted me or one that I wanted to get in bed with. What we have here is a failure to communicate. I thought that you were being professional and wanted to keep that relationship, so I've been on my best behavior. I didn't know that you wanted me as much as I wanted you."

Her slightly misty eyes glistened as she responded "Let's go back to my room and make up for lost time."

As soon as we got in the taxi, we kissed for the first time in the taxi. It was a long, loving kiss, offering promise of her held back passion. She sat next to me, letting my hand stroke her long beautiful blonde hair. The silky feel of her flaxen hair falling between my fingers was very erotic.

As my hand caressed her hair, I let my other hand run along her cheek, feeling her soft skin as I smelled her sweet smelling hair. Her breathing became deeper and her breasts were beginning to rise and fall with her deeper breathing. I looked up to see the taxi driver staring at us in the mirror. I threw a twenty dollar bill over the seat and he adjusted his mirror so that he was no longer looking at us in the mirror.

Agnes and I were both very aroused. She moaned softly as I pulled her business jacket back before I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and released her beautiful breasts. I knew that she wasn't wearing a bra and was very pleased with my first sight of those creamy mounds. My hand softly touched her creamy white breast and she slightly jerked as she tried to hold back her light moan. Her nipples were fully erect and I rubbed her pouty nipples with my finger tips, watching them grow as I tease them.

We were disturbed from our foreplay by the driver's broken English as he asked "You wanna me go long country drive or get out. Here hotel."

I looked up to see that we were approaching our hotel. I looked at Agnes and she whispered "Bed. Quickly." as she shuddered.

I said "Pull in." as I gave him five more dollars. He got paid twenty-five dollars for a three dollar ride.

Agnes buttoned her blouse quickly and pulled her jacket front, back to a more normal look. As we got out of the taxi, I remembered holding her hand and feeling her warm blood flow through her normally cold hands as we walked through the lobby.

As soon as we got into the elevator, she rubbed her body against me as she whispered "My panties are soaking wet. I became even more turned on as my wet panties squished against my flesh as we walked across the lobby. Can you smell me?"

"Yes, and you smell so wonderful, so feminine, so horny." I whispered as I squeezed her breasts through her blouse. Fondling her breasts as I sucked on her neck was making me rock hard. I couldn't wait for the elevator to stop but didn't want it to stop also.

When the elevator door opened, we ran to her room like two teenage kids. She fumbled with her key and couldn't get the key into the lock. She shoved the key in my hand and as I tried to unlock her door, she started pulling my shirt out of my pants. By the time I got her door open, she had my shirt half-way un- buttoned.

As her door slammed behind us, she dropped to her knees and started tugging on my belt buckle as she pulled me down onto the carpet with her. My hands were trying to fumble with her blouse buttons which don't want to cooperate now. So with one quick jerk that popped her buttons, I exposed her heaving breasts. I locked my lips around one of her pouty nipples, staring at her creamy white boobs as her hands continue to work on my trousers. She tugged at my trousers, pulling them down around my hips, as my hand quickly slid up her dress, then inside her panties. She was right about her panties being wet. As I stroked her pussy, she jerked again and I felt the shudder go through her as another wave exploded inside her body.

The air was thick with her nectar of the god's scent and I had to explore the source of that wonderful smell. I rolled her over on her back as I expertly pulled her damp panties completely down and off her long legs before I kneeled between her legs. She spread her legs, inserted her index finger into her vagina and then offered a pussy wet finger to my mouth. Although the real thing was only inches away, I sucked brazenly on her finger.

When I finished cleaning her finger, her finger slid out of my mouth, and her hand roamed through my hair, pulling my head between her legs. As my tongue touched her, she moaned loudly and her legs wrapped around my neck, holding me prisoner. My movement was limited to my tongue.

The smell and taste of her pussy was intoxicating as I licked her clit and tongued her juicy hole. Through muffled ears, I hear her loud cries of pleasure while I was licking and sucking her; as her copious pussy juices flowed down my chin.

My tongue passionately licked her clit, as my hands fondled her breasts. Although I couldn't see them, I could clearly feel her engorged and swollen nipples. Suddenly her legs squeezed my head tighter as she rapidly humped my face. Her orgasm was intense and her sweet, warm cum covered my face. The orgasm caused her to thrash uncontrollably. Her pussy gushed as I licked and mouthed her hot, wet cunt. With a guttural sound she stiffened for a long moment, then jerked. Her hips pulsated, and I gulped the river that poured out of her. She released my face and I rotated so that my cock was rubbing against her lips as I continued to nibble hungrily against her pussy.

Using my fingers and tongue, I spread her vagina so that I could easily suck her enlarged clit into my mouth. The pungent aroma of her secretions was more than I could bear. I felt her lips wrap around my cock head and felt her suck on me gently. I wanted more and shifted position slightly so that I forced more of my cock into her mouth. For a moment, I thought that she resisted it, then she let me enter her mouth. I used my tongue against her clit to show her that I wanted her to use her tongue on me. I pulled back slightly so that she had some head room, so that she could use her mouth to stroke me.

Something seemed wrong. Although I was turned on and sucking her wet clit for everything I could do, she wasn't as enthusiastic with my cock. My very hard cock was just resting in her mouth and she was only barely sucking me.

With a gentle motion, I rolled her over so that we were in a slightly different position. My cock came out of her mouth and as I pushed my cock back gently forward toward her mouth, I felt closed lips. Encircling her clit with my lips, I rapidly vibrated my tongue across its velvet-like inner flesh, hoping that I could provide her with the incentive to suck my cock. Her clit felt like a distended button knob as I sucked it deep within my mouth.

She started shifting position so that I was rolled over on my back and she climbed on top of me so that her pussy was directly over my cock. As her hands rubbed my chest, she whispered "Please don't ask me to do that."

I stared into her eyes and then nodded to her as she eased down, guiding my cock so that my cock slid inside her. I could feel her vagina as it sucked my cock deeper inside her. Her wetness was overpowering. My cock felt as if it was in a container of oil. She whispered, "I want you inside me, and I'm going to give you the best fuck that you ever had."

I caressed her tits with my free hand as she rode me. Although what she was doing to me was very pleasurable, it wasn't what I wanted her to do to me. As she alternated humping up and down on me, with sideways movements and changes in her speed, my mind drifted as I enjoyed the wonderful feeling of her pussy sloshing around my cock.

I stared at her creamy white breasts bouncing up and down as she thrashed up and down. My eyes drifted to her glistening lips as I focused on her slightly open mouth. I shut my eyes as I listened to her groans and felt her vagina muscles squeeze me. As my mind drifted, I could still see her lips with my imagination, but her face was changing. Her face changed to Mariah's face and her hair changed color to Mariah's hairstyle. With my eyes shut, it was Mariah that was riding me, not Agnes. As Agnes went up and down on me, my fantasy Mariah wrapped her lips around my cock. Although it was Agnes' vagina muscles squeezing my cock, I was pretending it was Mariah's mouth.

With this new fantasy simulation combined with the real simulation, I couldn't control myself anymore. I released a low groan as my balls tightened and my hips started pounding against her movement. She sensed my impending explosion and sucked me in deeper, squeezing me as hard as she could. I felt her fingernails dig deep into me as she also joined me in another orgasm.

With a barely stifled, "Aaaaahhhhh!" I let go and drove hard into her mouth, I mean her cunt. As I exploded into her, I opened my eyes and came back to reality. It was Agnes that I was fucking, not Mariah.

She collapsed on top of me, my cock still buried deep inside her wet cunt. I could feel her juices mixed with my cum, flowing out of her and down the crack of my ass. Her breathing was very deep and she was lying on my damp chest.

We laid like that for several minutes before she whispered "I like to be ate, but I can't do the same thing. I gag when a cock rams deep into my mouth and it ruins the night for me. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, I enjoyed making love to you very much." I lied.

Our clothes were a mess, with the ripped buttons and dried pussy juice. I spent the night in her room. We moved from the floor to her bed. Now, that I knew what to expect, I didn't try to force her to blow me anymore. Except for that, she was right. She was a good fuck.

She would let me eat her, but her lips didn't come near my cock again. We fucked four times that first night and each time, my imagination drifted away so that it was Mariah in bed with me.

We cut our appointments short the next day and rushed back to her room. This time, we got our clothes off before we fucked each other's brains out.

I enjoyed the saltiness of my cum mixed with her pussy juice. So we would fuck and then I would eat her out while my cock rested. When I was ready, we would fuck again.

At lunch the next day, she suggested that we change our afternoon appointments so that we could go back to her room. I took a deep breath because it was the moment that I knew that I had to make a decision. I responded "We still have almost five weeks where we will be working together and have a lot of work to do. I don't know about you, but I need to get a little rest tonight or my cock will fall off from over-use."

She giggled and responded "Ok, big man. If my little pussy is too much for you and you need to rest, I can accept that. Why don't we go to my room after work and just sleep together? All curled up beside each other, but no sex."

"I can't trust myself in bed with you. I need to rest."

"It's your loss." she replied coquettish.

Chapter 4 - The fight

After work, I escorted her to her room, and then to my room to change clothes. I called the hotel operator and requested her to hold my calls, then took my phone off the hook. Looking up and down the hall, I slipped out of my room and down the stairway. I used a back hotel exit and quickly walked the two blocks to the hotel bar where I was going to meet Mariah.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. As I sipped on it, I wondered how I was to resolve my two women situation. I liked Agnes and had to spend the next five weeks working with her. I also liked fucking her; but for some reason, I could only think about Mariah when I was in bed with Agnes. I reminded myself of the old motto about a "bird in the hand being better than two birds in the bush" but it didn't work. I still wanted Mariah.

"Hello, Dave." said a soft voice behind me.

I turned to see a smiling Mariah standing behind me. She was wearing the typical Thailand female dress. She said "My client wanted me to dress very traditional, knowing that my American body would look over-stacked. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just got here a few minutes ago. How are you?"

"A little tired. My client is an old friend that I have been with for several years. In fact, I don't take new clients on because I have such a long list of repeating clients. Anyhow, this guy doesn't know when to quit. Six times a night is normal for him. I really earned my money although he was very generous. I made more in the last two days than most native Thai's make in a year."

She sat down beside me and lit a cigarette as the bartender brought her a drink. I saw several condom packages in her purse when she opened her purse. I looked at her breasts pressing against her native blouse, her exposed thighs through the slit in her dress and knew that I had to have her. I had imagined what it would be like to have sex with her and now I had to have her.

I asked "Which condoms are the best?"

"Depends upon what you like. The ribbed ones help me enjoy sex more, but I really use them for my protection. I haven't had sex with anyone in over ten years without a condom between us. I take that back. I had one customer whom I trusted very much and he used to beg me to do it natural. All my johns have to wear them or I keep going."

I softly asked "Would you consider adding me to your list of clients?"

She removed a small piece of tobacco from her mouth before replying "That could ruin our short but pleasurable friendship. You would be just another John. Is that the relationship that you want with me?"

"No. I want to make love with you, but don't want to lose your friendship."

She smiled at me before she took a sip of her drink. Then she said "I can have any man that I want and most women. I'm very selective about who I rent my body to and even more selective as to who I give my body to. I know why you want me and understand your needs. Believe me, I know more about what it feels like to have a horny cock hanging between your legs, than you realize. However, I also have my own personal needs. Most times, I ignore my needs and do whatever it takes to make the money. When I saw you and talked to you, it wasn't as a whore talking to her john, it was as a woman talking to her man. I want you also, but I don't want you to be just a client. When and if I do have sex with you, it will be free because it's something that I want as much as you want it. But I can't do it now. I want us to have a normal relationship that isn't built upon sex alone. I want to know you as a person and think of you that way. Not as another cock. Does that make any sense?"

"Yes." I replied.

She smiled and turned in her swivel chair so that her legs were rubbing against my legs. She raised her hand, touching one fingertip against her lips, before transferring that kiss to my lips with her fingertip.

I caught her hand and held it, staring in her beautiful eyes. Those same beautiful eyes that I had remembered as I made love to Agnes.

We didn't say anything as we stared at each other. Then I heard someone close say "Dave, I went shopping for some new underwear and saw you walk in here. I didn't follow you on purpose and thought that I would surprise you. I see that it was me that got the surprise."

I turned to see a very angry Agnes standing mere inches away. As I opened my mouth, she cried "I don't want to hear your lies. You can have your whore but you will never have me again."

She turned and stomped out of the bar. I started to go after her, but Mariah stopped me "If I was just your whore, I would gladly let you go after her. But I feel that I'm your woman and I don't want you to go. If you go after her, I won't be here when you come back. It's your choice"

I stood and looked at her. I wanted her, but I felt that I owed something to Agnes after sleeping with her the last two nights. For thirty seconds, I stood there like a damn fool. Then I said "Agnes is my business partner and I have to look after her and work with her. I can't hurt her like this. I'll be back."

As I walked across the bar, Mariah cried "I won't be here."

I turned to watch her stand up as she snubbed out her cigarette and picked up her purse. Then she turned and walked toward the other door.

I hurried back to the hotel and saw Agnes as she stepped into the elevator. I yelled for her to hold the door but she let it shut in my face as she angrily stared at me.

By the time I got up to her floor, she was in her locked room. She ignored my knocking and eventually a bellhop asked me to leave or go back to my room. I called from my room but her phone was off the hook. I couldn't go after Mariah because I didn't know where to find her.

I slowly laid back on my bed thinking about the mess that I was in. My business partner now hated me and I had five long weeks of working with her which could be pure hell. Mariah was mad at me and I only had five short weeks to resolve our differences. Two beautiful sexy women and both of them hated me. It could be a long five weeks.

I found a note under my door. The very business-like note was from Agnes and basically noted that she wanted to use my time as productive as possible. Therefore, she would see one series of clients while I visited other clients. She gave me a list of clients to see today, with the addendum that she would call me tonight to discuss work and tomorrow's schedule. It was a very formal note from a pissed off woman.

I followed her schedule and hurried back to the hotel. Again, her phone was off the hook and she wouldn't answer my door knocks.

I rushed over to the bar where I had left Mariah. She didn't show up and the bartender pretended he didn't know who I was talking about. So I returned to my hotel bar, only to discover that not only did the hotel bartender pretend that he didn't know Mariah, but he was suddenly out of the private business of providing women to the hotel guests.

The next several days were pure hell. Agnes found some way to hide from me. I ignored her daily schedule under my doorway and put my own notes under her doorway. We entered a weekend where we should have been exploring the countryside but instead I was sitting in my room, all by myself.

I went for a walk and picked up a Thai woman. As we were walking back to my hotel, a woman passed us and said something in Thai to my whore. I looked at the woman and recognized Terahi, who was Mariah's friend. The whore that I was with, stopped and said in her halting English "Maybe some other time. I go now."

She turned and walked away, leaving me staring at Terahi. I said "Where is Mariah? I've got to talk to her."

"She say me tell you that you had your chance and fucked up. She pay me and friends to make sure that you have sorry five weeks."

"Fuck you and fuck her. I screwed up and I admit it. I want to talk to her. I want to apologize to her and beg her forgiveness. Tell her that I have to see her. If she really likes me as much as she claims, she will forgive me this one error."

Terahi didn't say anything for several seconds, then she said "I believe you truth. She feel hurt and is in anger. She liked you really. Go your room and wait while I talk to her."

She turned and left me standing on the corner. I knew that I had to do as she directed. In my hotel room, I paced the floor, waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting to hear her sultry voice call out for me.

There was a knock on my door. I opened it to discover Mariah standing in the hallway. She was wearing jeans and a blouse. She said "Terahi can be very persuasive and convinced me to cancel my early date for tonight. I understand that you wanted to talk to me."

"Yes, please come in."

I watched as she entered the room and sat down in the room's only chair. I sat on the bed and watched as she lit her cigarette. Then she softly said "What do you wish to say?"

"I made a mistake. I want us to be more than friends and regret hurting you."

She stared at me for a moment and then picked up the phone, pressing a button. As she waited on the operator, she turned on the room's radio to a soft music station. After a short pause, she said "Room Service, please send a bottle of wine up to Room 412. Thank you."

She stood up and held out her hand as she continued "I won't make love to you tonight, but I'll talk to you and flirt with you. Dance with me."

I stood up and she melted into my body. Her soft, shiny Chestnut hair felt so soft against my face as she leaned her body into my body. As her breasts pressed against me, I felt extremely relieved that she was back. We danced slow, feeling the music, enjoying the comfort of each other's body, not saying a word because it would destroy the mood. Still entwined in each other's arms and our sensual embrace, we tenderly kiss and I slowly danced around so that I could see our reflections in the mirror.

We looked so perfect and comfortable with each other. Her tall body was the correct size and portion for my taller and wider male body. Her eyes were shut and I could see that very faint and enjoyable smile on her face.

A loud knock on the door interrupted our slow dance to an old Tommy Dorsey song. She said "It's the wine. I can't drink much but would like a glass to relax me. I felt very tense coming up here to your room."

I slowly let go of her and walked over to the door. I was reaching for my billfold as I opened the door and was shocked to see Agnes standing there. She had a smile on her face as she said "I made a fool of myself and it took several days for me to get the courage to admit it. I want to apologize."

I just stared at her, knowing that the partially open door was keeping her from seeing Mariah. I knew that my mouth was open but I didn't know what to say. I heard Agnes continue "Can you forgive me?"

She stepped forward and put her arms around my neck. I felt her tense and her arms jump from around my neck. She was staring at Mariah sitting in the chair. For ten seconds, no one said anything or moved as the two women stared at each other. Then Agnes said "It's obvious that I made another mistake. It won't occur again. I suggest that you return to the states because I refuse to work with you. Have a good day."

She turned and walked out of the room. My stomach was in knots and I felt confused. I wanted to run after her and work something out, but I knew that I would lose Mariah.

I turned around and Mariah was picking up her purse. She said "Looks like you still have some major decisions to make about your personal life. I suggest that you follow her and try to resolve your business problems. After all, money is money. Speaking of which, I still have time to catch my early date. I'll be in touch."

As she stepped forward, I caught her arm and cried "Don't go."

She looked at me and proclaimed in an angry voice "I've never made a relationship commitment to a man. When I do, he is going to be my only man. Until you are ready to make the same commitment to me, I have to earn a living. And before you go pick up just any Thai woman for a quick fuck, ask the bartender to send Terahi up to see you. You don't have to worry about catching something from her. If Terahi hadn't stopped you earlier tonight, you would've got a good dose of the clap from that unclean whore."

"Mariah. Please don't go." I cried.

She shook my hand loose from her wrist as she replied "I'm not mad, but I'm a little upset and I don't want to be with you right now. I'll be back, but not tonight. I'll be back when it's only me and you; and that bitch knows her place in your life. And you know my place."

I followed her to the elevator, pleading with her before she turned one more time to instruct me "Shut up or I'll never come back. I wanted to spend some quality time with you tonight but that loving mood is gone. I'm going to go to work and fuck someone's brains out while I wish that I was really with you. I'm pissed at you, at her and most of all, at myself, for under estimating myself and my relationship with you. I have to go and will plan some time off tomorrow so that we can talk. Now, don't ask me to stay again or you will really piss me off."

I stared into her eyes as the elevator door shut. I walked slowly back to my room, only to discover a bellhop standing there, holding a bottle of wine. I took the wine, signed the bill, and shut the door. I needed to throw a good drunk.

Chapter 5 - No nooky is...

Agnes was in the breakfast bar the next morning. I stood at her table and she said "I have to work with you but that doesn't mean that I have to like you. You may sit down."

I sat down and said "I'm sorry. I tried to talk to you all week. Mariah was also mad at me and we had just resolved our differences. She and I were talking but we weren't going to do anything."

"Is she a whore?"

"No, she is a prostitute." I admitted.

Agnes leaned back in her chair and softly said in a sarcastic tone "Some day, you have to explain the difference to me. How can you kiss her, knowing that an hour ago, she was probably sucking some man's cock? As for us, I thought that we had something special. I was very happy being with you and enjoyed making love to you. Why did you need the services of a prostitute? Did you hire her to blow you?"

"No, I didn't hire her for that. I mean, I hired her for another purpose but not for her body. She has lived here most of her life and she knows how to deal with the typical businessmen. I was paying her to teach me how they react, so that we could have a higher sign-up rate."

Agnes laughed, but it was more of a snort than a laugh as she said "A prostitute providing business training? So when were you going to get down on your knees and suck your client's cock. As he butt-fucked you, were you going to slide a contract in front of him? Come on, Dave. Give me credit for having more brains than to believe that."

"It's the truth. That was my intent, but as I was working with her, I discovered that I was attracted to her."

Agnes leaned forward and angrily whispered "So as I was fucking you, you were probably thinking about her. Thanks, you really know how to hurt people."

She jumped up from the table and marched out of the restaurant. My stomach was in knots from the tension and from drinking all that wine last night. As I stared at my cold pancakes, someone said "I was asked to give you a message. Mariah wants you to meet her at this address at 11 am."

I looked up to see the waiter holding a card with an address printed on it. Does every Thai know Mariah?

The taxi driver drove me to the address on the card. It turned out to be a private club located several miles outside Bangkok on the Gulf of Thailand. After the guard checked his list and found my name, he admitted me. I walked into the lobby to find the concierge waiting for me. He stated in very impeccable English "Mr. Rutledge, so nice of you to join us today. Miss Mariah asked me to show you to the locker room where you can change and then to please join her on the beach. We have taken the liberty of providing you a bathing suit, which is in your locker. It is a beautiful day for a swim and we have the best beach in the country."

He escorted me to the locker room and gave me a key to a locker. When I opened the locker, I saw a skimpy male bikini, not the usual boxer type of bathing suit that I was used to. I turned around to discover that I was alone and probably was expected to wear the bikini. At least it wasn't a thong bikini.

I changed and walked down the door, discovering a nice little private beach on the ocean. There was about thirty people on the beach and several of the Thai women were topless. I immediately noticed that all the men wore bikini bottoms. There was a row of lovely young women, all topless, sitting under the beach umbrellas. I felt myself becoming slightly aroused as I looked around at all this prime flesh.

It was easy to pick out Mariah's tall western female body, sitting on the blanket as someone rubbed lotion on her back. As I walked over to her, the Thai woman rubbing lotion on her back whispered something to Mariah and she turned to look at me. She raised her sunglasses and gave a low wolf whistle, causing some of the other beach occupants to look at me.

She patted the blanket beside her as a signal for me to sit down beside her. As soon as I was sitting, Mariah said "Confusus say that men with erect cocks should not wear bikinis." I looked down to see that my mild erection was showing.

Before I could respond, she continued "Don't worry about it. This is a sex resort and the owner is a good friend of mine. You will see couples fuck on the beach or where ever they desire. Some of these girls are prostitutes while other's are normal business women here with their man to have fun. You remember Barbie, don't you."

I looked at the topless Thai putting on lotion on Mariah's back and recognized that she was one of the first prostitutes that I had picked up. Her long black hair hung behind her and her ripe breasts glistened from the lotion and sunshine. Her natural, youthful breasts were perfect half-moons hanging onto a slender perfect chest. Most of her breast flesh was a dark tan but around each dark nipple was a small creamy-white triangle where a tiny bikini top had barely hidden the pink nipple. She looked so lovely and so innocent at the same time exposing her breasts as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I responded "Hello, Barbie. How are you today?"

"I good fuck today. You member fuck me udder nite?" she responded in her broken English.

Mariah laughed and continued "I hired Barbie to be a servant for both of us today. She doesn't know what a menage a trois is, but watch the smile appear on her face whenever she hears the word `threesome'. Barbie, put lotion on Dave."

As Barbie started rubbing the lotion on my back, I looked at Mariah because it was the first time that I had seen her partially undressed. She had a muscular yet sleek back, her long smooth legs were shapely not showing an ounce of cellulite, while her belly was sleek with muscles. I remember her telling me that she liked to swim and I could see that she had a beautiful swimmer's body. She had on a bikini top and some cut-off jeans bottom.

I was staring at her bikini covered breasts, when she unclasped her bikini top and let it drop, exposing her perfect breasts and tan-brown nipples. Her C-cup breasts jutted out proudly, slightly jiggling as she moved. Her dark nipples were perfectly centered on some slightly puffy areolas, spiking out very prominently. I felt my erection get harder as I watched her breath, watching her boobs as they heaved rhythmically, slightly lifting and spreading apart as her lungs expanded with each inhale.

She softly said "You don't mind, do you? This feels so much nicer."

"No, not at all. It also looks nicer."

"I remember a picture of my mother on some American beach. She was wearing a bikini and looked very pretty. I like to think that I look like my mother. I sometimes look into a mirror when I'm naked and for just a moment, I see her reflection, not my reflection. My mother had a nice body. I like to think that my breasts look like my mother's breasts. Do you like the way I look?"

"I think that you are very beautiful."

"I get a little pressure to change my looks so that I look more like a sex siren, but I don't like that image. I like the girl-next-door image, so that's how I try to look. I was looking at your friend and noticed that we have a very similar appearance. If I was to color my hair and change my hair style, we would look so much alike that people would mistake us for sisters. Would you like for me to look like her?"

"No, as I said, I like the way you look now."

She smiled and softly mouthed the word "thanks"

Barbie laughed and pointed at my very evident erection. Mariah just looked at it and smiled as she laid down on the blanket, soaking up the sunshine.

I stretched out beside her, also enjoying the sun. As I soaked up the sun, Barbie's slender fingers coated me with lotion. When she was finished, Mariah said something which I didn't understand, but Barbie left us alone. As alone as you can be on a beach. I could hear other people, but did understand anything that they said because I didn't know their language.

I rolled over and looked around the beach, only to discover that the couple closest to us, was engaged in fellatio. The naked man was on his back, leaning on his elbows as the woman laid between his spread legs, sucking on his cock. I watched only for a moment, then became embarrassed as I started hearing her slight slurping sounds. I also started getting another hard-on.

"Mariah, do you see that couple on the next blanket?" I whispered.

She turned, glanced and then laid back down "It's the Police Chief. I wouldn't piss him off if I were you. Just ignore him and don't get too excited or he might get the wrong ideals. I've heard rumors that he swings both ways."

I was on my back, next to the topless woman of my dreams; twenty feet away a man was getting a blow job and I was supposed to keep my erection under control.

We laid on the blanket and talked as the warm sun baked us. Barbie kept making us turn over and coating us with lotion, then she would chase us into the water.

I watched Mariah as she dove into the water, and I quickly followed her into the refreshing surf. She swam very effortlessly and I couldn't keep up with her so I was quickly exhausted. She was definitely in better shape than I was.

We were sitting on the blanket after one of our swims. Her long brown hair was plastered back against her head and drops of water were dripping off of her nipples. She was smoking a cigarette and I was enjoying the muscle rubbing that Barbie was doing to my back. I was quite relaxed and was slightly caught off guard when Mariah said "I want to go back to America. Will you help me?"

I changed position slightly and responded "Sure, I have to go back in about five weeks. Will you be ready to go then?"

"I don't have a passport."

"Shit. Well, we can check with the American Embassy and get them to re-issue your old passport."

"I don't exist officially. My father sneaked my mother and me in on a tramp steamer. There is no record of me or my mother ever arriving in this country. I have no proof that I'm an American. I have tried before and they turned me down, calling me a bastard Thai, a child of a whore and a soldier. I don't have any proof that I have ever been an American. I could buy a passport, but it would cost me everything that I have worked for."

"That could cause some problems."

"I've tried several times and never made it. I even considered marrying an American and going back with him, but so many Thai's have done that, that they now restrict the marriages. I've figured out a way that I can sneak back, but I'll need help. I've got something that has to be done or I'll go crazy. I've got to find my father and show him that I'm now a grown woman. Then I plan to seek revenge against him and his Thai whore wife."

"Whoa, I can't help you with that."

"I don't want you be involved in my revenge. I just want you to help me get into the states and then I'll do what has to be done."

"Murder is against the law." I declared, trying to talk some sense into her.

"Abandoning a child and leaving it to survive by whatever means the child can use, is also against the law. I think that my mother was poisoned and I plan to seek revenge for her death. And I didn't say that I was going to commit murder, just that I was going to seek my revenge."

Chapter 6 - Time passes

The next several weeks were a blur of activity. Agnes was completely professional and offered no personal advice or engaged in any personal contact. She scheduled the work so that we were very seldom together.

As for Mariah, we would meet every day for an hour before she would go to work. I had known her for three weeks and still hadn't had sex with her. But I wasn't lacking for sex because she sent a different woman to my room every night. Some were great, some were so- so, and I was beginning to appreciate the smaller Asian female body frame.

In the beginning, most of our discussions were about my business. Then, the topic kept frequently changing about life in America. I was still sticking to my guns although I had to admit that I was extremely infatuated with her. I looked forward to our time together, even knowing that there would be no sex between us.

I recognized that I had really fallen in love with her. All I could think about when I wasn't with her, was her beautiful smile, her infectious laugh, and her vivacious personality. Time dragged for me until we were together and then flew during the brief time that we were together. Gone was the pretense of wanting to learn about the Thai people; instead I wanted to know everything about her. Although I knew a lot about her, I knew that she had a lot of secrets that she wasn't ready to share with me yet.

She hadn't brought the subject of going to America again but I had given it a lot of thought. As I held her hand across the table, gently stroking her long slender fingers, I know that it was time to discuss a subject that I had purposely ignored.

"Mariah, I must go home in two weeks. I don't want to go."

"Will your work let you stay longer?"

"No."

"Then you must go. Have you considered my request?"

"For me to help you go to America? Yes, I have and I'm ready to help you. What do you want me to do?"

"I'm going to ask you to do only one thing and then to lie for me. I want you to steal Agnes' passport. I'll change my appearance so that I look like her. Then as we go through customs, you pretend that I'm her. When we get back to America, I'll mail her passport back to Barbie, who will make sure that she gets it back."

"I don't think that I can steal it. I've never done anything like that before."

There was a long pause as she lit another cigarette. I recognized that she was a little tense and wanted to use the time to think before she responded.

"I had someone go through her room while she was out. She doesn't keep it in her room, so it has to be in her purse or briefcase. I can arrange for someone to steal her purse, but then she would turn it in. I don't want to do anything to hurt her, so I need her passport to quietly disappear from her pocketbook during your last night here. I promise you that if you do that for me, I'll spend the next two weeks in America with you, being your woman."

"Why only two weeks?"

"I know where my father is living. I have some things to discuss with him about why he abandoned me and how my mother died. You won't want to be around us while we are resolving our personal difficulties."

"Do you plan to kill him?"

"I'll not start our discussion with that objective. What I do to him, is up to him. I want some answers and then never want to see him again."

"Why haven't you made love to me?" I asked, changing the subject.

She flicked her ash into the ashtray and softly replied "It's not because I haven't wanted to. The real reason is because I was scared that you wouldn't like me or want me. So I did the next best thing. I sent some of my friends over so that you could find relief through them."

I held her hand and whispered "I want you. I have to have you. Tonight."

I saw a tear flow down her cheek. She haltingly replied "There's a lot that you don't know about me. Remember that I told you that my birth name was Pat but after I became a child whore, I changed it? Well, I changed it because I was no longer Patrick Joseph Wellington. My father abandoned a ten year old boy but the sex market here turned me into a she-male within two years of being abandoned. At first, the older whores sold me to men who wanted boys. After I learned to not resist and to actively participate, one of the whores discovered that I could earn more money if I wore make-up and looked a little feminine. By the time I was eleven, I was very comfortable with wearing padded bras, high heels, make-up and giving blowjobs or being fucked in the ass. Because I was American and looked so feminine, I was making three times as much as the other boy whores. The older whores was worried that puberty would change my voice, expand my chest and give me a bearded face. So they bought black-market female hormones and gave them to me. All through puberty, my normal male characteristics were replaced by the female hormones with female characteristics. My breasts are natural, or as natural as you can get with the large doses of hormones that have been injected into my body. I have taken female hormones for the last fourteen years and will take them for the rest of my life. Because I was so young when I started, my body had not started developing the normal male characteristics. The stronger female hormones shaped my body so that it looked like a normal female body. Except that I have a small, functional cock between my legs."

I didn't say a word. I couldn't say anything. I couldn't move because I was so confused that I didn't know which end was up. This beautiful, sexy woman, whose hand that I was still holding, was really a man.

She continued "My clients all know about me and most of them have been with me for my whole career. The first time that you talked to me in the bar, I came very close to telling you the truth. But there was something about you, that attracted me. Something that kept me from confiding in you. I don't hide it with other men, but for some reason, I couldn't tell you. So I used various excuses to stay out of your bed, while I was sending you friends to satisfy yourself. I wanted to be in your bed, curled up next to you, but I couldn't. Do you hate me?"

I made the worst mistake of my life. I remember it as if someone else was in control of my body. I remember staring at her for at least thirty seconds as her words sunk in and I recognized that she was telling the truth. Then like a puppet being controlled by strings, my body stood up and walked out of the bar, leaving her sitting there. Watching me as I walked out. Wanting me to turn around and to look back, but I didn't. I kept walking until I was outside and then I ran. I ran and ran until I collapsed on the sidewalk. I laid there crying and gasping for breath as her words kept echoing in my ears.

I don't know how long I laid there, but I barely remember a cop threatening me with arrest. I pulled myself to my feet and staggered back to my hotel. I poured myself a drink in my room but didn't want it. I had to have a clear head so I could think.

My woman. My perfect Texas cheerleader looking woman was really a man. Those perfect lips and luscious breasts belonged to a man. That perfectly manicured hand with the long slender, ruby-tipped fingernails, belonged to a man. I had sat across from her for weeks, listening to her, staring at her, thinking about her, wanting to make love to her; only she wasn't a her. She was a him.

I cried. I cried until my chest hurt. Then I dragged myself into the bathroom and stared at my swollen, dirty face in the bathroom mirror. I was a mess and smelled like shit where I had laid in something. I didn't even bother to undress but just walked into the shower with my clothes on and let the warm pulsating water return my energy to me.

I slowly undressed in the shower and cleaned myself. But no matter how much I scrubbed myself, I couldn't push her away from my thoughts. All I could think about was her.

The shower helped. I was able to return to a somewhat normal feeling again and to start thinking logically for the first time since she broke the news to me.

I sat down in a chair and started jotting notes down, trying to organize my thoughts.

I wrote the phrase "She is a man!" and stared at it. Then I drew a line through the word "is" and added "was born" so it now read "She was born a man!"

Then I wrote the phrase "She has a cock between her legs!!!!!". I looked at that for several minutes and thought about it. I didn't know for sure that she had a cock and was just assuming it, based upon her announcement. After all, I hadn't seen her naked yet and everything that I had seen her wear, had concealed that most private area.

Then I wrote the phrase "She doesn't look like a man." After staring at my latest scribbling for several seconds, I added "Or act like a man."

I added another phrase "She doesn't act like a drag queen." After thirty seconds I expanded it with "Her demeanor, her appearance, her attitude and her personality are what I expect from a woman."

Then I jotted "If she hadn't confessed, I would still think that she was a woman." After a couple of seconds, I added "perfect" so the last clause now read "I would still think that she was a perfect woman."

My next phrase was "I find it difficult to believe that she isn't a woman. I still think of her as a she."

I took a sip of my drink and re-read my notes so far. Then I wrote "What characteristics makes a person male or female?"

I indented under my last jotting and added "There are masculine females and feminine males. Whenever I encounter a masculine female, I know that the dyke is a woman but I classify her differently. So is gender a perception of viewpoint?"

Then I wrote "Is it the sex change that makes a male into a woman or is it the way that the person acts? If I was to be castrated and boobs surgically added to my body, I would still be a man because of my mental attitude. But I still consider her to be woman, even though I know she has a cock."

I added another sentence "She has lived all of her puberty and adult years as a female."

I re-read my notes, ripped the page from my notebook and started again "Physical logic decrees that she is a man, yet virtual logic argues that she is a female."

I thought of something else and wrote "She makes her living by sucking cocks." After staring at that sentence for about two minutes, I crossed it out and wrote under it "She makes a good living by providing sexual services to men, therefore she must be good at what she does." Thinking back over our discussions in the last several weeks, I added "As a member of the oldest profession, she does not have to seek out new clients because of their repeat demand for her services. Therefore she IS good at what she does."

I wrote several more sentences about her career before I summed it up with two sentences "What would I have done if I had been abandoned as a ten year old child? Did it make any difference to me that she was a whore when I thought that she was a born female?"

On a separate sheet of paper, I wrote "I have never desired or participated in a homosexual act or relationship."

I spent the next hour, writing phrases, crossing out words, as I tried to compose myself and to arrange my thoughts in a near, orderly pattern. At the end of the hour, I had about thirty crumpled sheets of paper lying on a floor. I was staring at my latest sheet where I had summed up all of my observations and logic into four sentences. The first sentence said simply "I love the person that she is, not for the sex that I thought that she was." The next sentence asked "Does it matter that she isn't a natural female?" The third sentence asked "Do I want to risk losing her?" And the last sentence said simply "If I think of her as a female, it isn't a homosexual relationship."

I looked at the clock beside the bed. It was two thirty am and I had ran out on her almost six hours ago. I re-read my last sheet and slowly put a check mark beside the first sentence, verifying that I accepted that as a truth. Then there was only one answer to the following two questions. In one quick scribble, I wrote the word "No!" beside each of the questions. For the last sentence, I wrote "I'm the only one that will ever know about us if it doesn't work out and I have to find out if she is the woman for me."

Feeling at peace with myself and my decision, I quickly changed clothes and left my room, so that I could go find Mariah. I had a lot to tell her.

The bar was closed and I wandered the streets looking for her or one of her friends. About five am, I saw Barbie walking down the street.

"Barbie, where is Mariah? I have to talk to her."

She looked at me as if she wasn't sure what to say then she replied "She go way. She hurt inside from fight with you. No know where she go. She no work tonight."

"Barbie, I have to see her and to talk to her. Can you find her and tell her that I have to see her. Tell her that I made a fool of myself. Tell her that I love her and have to see her."

Barbie's face lit into a big grin as she responded "Me look for her. She be happy that you be fool. Wait in room."

At eight am, I called Agnes and told her that I was canceling my appointments for the day.

At two pm, my telephone rang. After I said "Hello.", there was a long pause but I could hear someone breathing on the other end. Then I heard her sweet voice ask "Are you sure that you want to see me?"

"Mariah, I made an ass of myself last night. I beg your forgiveness for hurting you. I went into shock and had to get away so that I could think. Yes. I want to see you. I have to see you. Come to my room and let me apologize in person to you."

"I told you the truth because I wanted to let you know who I really am. I had to tell you because I didn't want to keep any secrets from you. It hurt me when you ran, but I understood. I probably would have done the same thing."

"I have to see you."

"There will be a taxi driver outside your hotel in thirty minutes. He will know where to bring you. It's my favorite restaurant."

Chapter 7 - My first cigarette

There was a click as she hung up, knowing my answer. I quickly dressed and went down to the lobby just as the taxi pulled up. Twenty minutes later, he dropped me off in front of a restaurant in a section of town that I hadn't been in yet. Looking around, I could see that most tourists stayed away from this area.

I walked into the restaurant and was greeted by an elderly Thai woman. I followed her down the long hall and into a large private room. The room had a couch, a small bar, a bed, and a table set up for two. The woman pointed at the bar and I took the hint that I should fix myself a drink. As I'm pouring some bourbon over my ice, behind me a soft voice said "Thank you for coming."

I turned and Mariah is standing in the doorway, wearing a slinky knit black, low-cut, mid-thigh dress. She looked beautiful and extremely sexy. As I walked toward her, she whispered "Did you realize that we have never kissed each other? I wanted to kiss you that first day, but have put it off, anticipating this moment."

I reached my arms out to circle her waist, as she placed her sleeveless arms around my neck, pulling my lips down slightly to meet her luscious lips. Our bodies merged into one body as we enjoyed the wonderful sensation as our lips melted together. As I'm kissing her with my eyes shut, I can see her beautiful female image in my mind and I knew that I was right to come after her.

After a long delicious kiss, I slowly separated my lips from her lips but kept holding her body pressed against my body. I was overwhelmed with the feel of her soft, curvy feminine body pressing against me, the bouquet smell of her perfume, the tickling of her long chestnut tresses, and the soft luscious taste of her voluptuous lips. For about thirty seconds we stared into each other eyes, seeing the mutual desire for each other. Then she softly whispered, letting her warm breath bounce off my face "I've let a lot of men fuck me but I've never let anyone make love to me. I want to be your woman. I want to make slow, delicious love with you."

She gently stepped away from me as she grasped my hand and guided me back to the bed. Beside the bed, she stopped and dropped my hand as she stared into my eyes, searching deep into my soul. I felt my hand slowly rise as I reached behind her back, searching for her zipper. I found the little zipper and pulled it down her back until it stopped just above her butt. Her breathing was becoming deeper but she was still not moving, and was still staring deep into my eyes. In her beautiful eyes, I could see tenderness, desire, and the real Mariah.

With one gentle motion, I tugged her dress so that it slipped off of her body and down around her high heel shoes. Her perfect breasts were pointed straight at me, her proud, puffy nipples firm and ripe. She was standing mere inches from me, wearing nothing but a slender thong panty and her high heels. In front of me stood an exceedingly beautiful woman.

I looked longingly at her perfect body. Her shapely breasts were high on her chest almost in defiance of gravity, capped with perky puffy areolas. A smooth, flat tummy gently flared to narrow hips and curvy buns on long, endless, shapely legs. Her thong panty was showing a cleanly shaved pubic area and didn't reveal any hidden cock mound. As I stared at her pubic area trying to see anything that didn't look feminine, she whispered "It's there. I know how to tuck it away so it's not obvious."

She clearly belonged in a Playboy centerfold. But as wondrous as her body was, it was still her large brown eyes and sexy pouting lips that melted my heart.

With one simple motion, she stepped out of the dress and kicked it out of the way as she stepped back into my waiting arms. Her head tilted slightly as her lips seeked my lips again.

Our first kiss had been tender, and a kiss of discovery. This kiss was a kiss of desire, of hidden passion getting ready to boil to the surface. As we kissed, I could feel her hands unbutton my shirt and push it off my body. Without letting our lips separate or opening my eyes, I rubbed my shirtless chest against her topless breasts, feeling her warm mounds of flesh press tightly against me. Her warm tongue probed my lips and I separated my lips allowing her warm tongue to enter my mouth, to find my tongue.

Her breathing was becoming deeper and I could feel the urgency in her as her hands found my belt bucket and unfastened my trousers. Within seconds, my trousers were down around my ankles. As I stepped out of my trousers and kicked off my shoes, I pulled her onto the nearby bed with me.

I heard one of her shoes fall to the floor as I rolled her gently onto the bed so that she was lying on top of me. My hands slowly recorded every inch of her back. Our chests pressed against each other. She broke our kiss and held her head up as she stared at me, with a gentle, loving smile on her face. Her long hair was hanging down, teasing my cheeks. With a simple hand flip motion, she brushed it up and over to one side so that I wasn't surrounded by a tent of hair.

I whispered "I love you."

She blushed and kissed me quickly and gently on the lips before responding "I hope so. I have prayed that it was love that you felt for me and not just desire. I need someone to love me and to take care of me."

We stared into each other's eyes and I watched as her focus moved down my face and locked onto my lips. As my hands wrapped around the small of her waist, I lightly parted my lips as I rubbed my tongue against my upper lip. In that second, I could see her eyes glaze over as her eyes slowly shut and her lips moved to meet my lips.

We laid on the bed, feeling the heat from each other's body as we kissed and held each other close. I traced her gentle, flowing body curves by trailing my hands up her sides as we held each other tightly and warmly, letting our hands caress and explore every inch of each other's body.

Mariah pulled her tongue from my hungry mouth, and gently began running her wet teasing tongue up and down the entire length of my neck as her body began gently flexing on top of my body. I leaned my head back on the pillow and enjoyed the wonderful sensation as she started sucking my earlobes and running her hot, wet tongue in and out of my ears. Her darting tongue was swirling all around the outside and inside of my ear, as my head was beginning to twist in ecstasy. My hands moved from the small of her back to her soft breasts. Her soft, female breasts that were hanging down and rubbing against my chest.

As I kneaded her firm, wrinkled nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I could feel our mutual passion rising. With a gentle shove, I pushed her over on her back and moved my head down to her engorged nipples. I began licking and sucking her breasts, by gingerly licking the tops, sides, and bottom, before I finally settled on the puffed brown nipples. I could feel her chest quickly rise and fall as her breathing became deeper and more irregular from her slight gasping.

I reached down to remove her panties, but her hands stopped me. She stopped me as she whispered "Not yet."; as she used her hands to remove my boxer shorts. Our hungry mouths sought each other, as her fingers rubbed my belly just above the start of my pubic hair.

She laid her head on my chest so that she was looking down at my cock and her soft, sweet smelling hair was teasing my chin. She whispered "For weeks, I have been hearing about your huge, perfectly formed cock. You don't know how many times I drifted off to sleep, thinking about this moment, anticipating this moment. And now it's here. Only inches away, waiting for me, as it displays its perfect shape. I could imagine the beautiful smoothness of your belly as it funneled down to a mass of dark curls. I could see the hard shaft rising from the apex of your legs, with the ball- bag hanging slightly under the shaft, tightly packed with two cream-filled nuts, just waiting to erupt. In my mind, I could see your cock as it filled with blood, as it climbed up your thigh, inch by inch. I had to have you."

She bent her head so that her face was only inches from my very erect cock. I wasn't moving an inch, allowing her to do whatever she wanted to do to me. I heard her take a deep breath as she smelled me. Then she whispered "You are beautiful. I like your smell. So clean, so fresh, and so sexy."

Her lips were almost touching my crotch, as I felt a drop of liquid where her mouth was watering in preparation for what she was getting ready to do. She carefully lifted my cockhead to her lips and, ever so gently, began to kiss it. I groaned as my cock reacted to the warmth of her lips and began to swell. Her fingers gently traced the length of my manhood from the rubbery knob along the thickly veined shaft to my balls. As she slowly worked her tongue over my head, it felt as she was coating it with the warm smoothness of her tongue. I slightly jerked as she eased the cockhead into her mouth, feeling it swell even more within her warm mouth as she coated it with her warm salvia. Then she withdrew it and tongued farther down the thick shaft as she covered it all with her saliva. My fingers dug into the sheet as my head swam and my body tingled as she slowly sucked my cock back into her mouth deeper and deeper, until her lips were wrapped around the base of my shaft.

I didn't know how she was able to get it all in. I know that I do have a large cock and most women gag when they tried to take it in. But she was taking my whole cock in and I could feel her tight lips where she was stretched around me.

I couldn't hold back anymore as my hips began to respond to her wet sucking. As she slowly moved up and down my shaft, my hips moved in time with her as I fucked her face.

She knew what she was doing and how to make a man happy with her mouth. I jerked and groaned as she tongued the head and shaft, concentrating on the super-sensitive underside; teasing me with her flicking tongue and warm lips as her hands played with my balls. She showered me with many wet, warm kisses and used her darting tongue to tantalize me as she alternated sliding my cockhead deep into her throat with pulling it back until only the cockhead was within her tender lips. She would pause and squeeze my butt, signaling me to plunge it deep within her hot depths. She would stroke me with her velvet smooth fingers as her lips kissed my belly and the inside of my thighs before she would suck my balls into her warm mouth.

I discovered that I couldn't control myself and my hips were bucking against her tight, wet mouth. I felt her hand probe between my legs and felt a finger press against my tight spincter, before the finger eased inside me up to her first knuckle.

This caused a wave of pleasure to roar through my body, causing me to release a very loud moan of pleasure as I felt my cum boiling deep within my body. Her lips tightened around my cockhead as I felt my cock swell even larger in her mouth.

I shot a tremendous load into her gulping mouth as volley after volley pumped from deep within me. My hips were humping upwards as I thrashed around on the bed, my legs tensing with each spasm; as I wondered how she was able to keep her mouth focused on my moving cock.

I collapsed back onto the pillow as she noisily slurped the last drop from my still pulsating, spasming purple cock. As she looked up at me, with her lips glistening from a combination of her saliva and my cum, I groaned "That was the most wonderful blow job that I have ever had."

With a quick lick at another drop forming on my cockhead, she whispered "When I get to know you a little better, I can take you higher. I want to take you to the point where you are ready to explode and then back off, before I take you even higher, before I back off again."

I looked down at my swollen, very purple cock lying on my sweaty flat stomach. I looked at her to see that her creamy smooth skin was flushed from the exertion and was glistening with moisture. Beads of perspiration slowly rolled between her exquisite breasts. Her nipples were long and thick as they stuck out from the puffy areolas. She leaned forward and placed a warm wet kiss on my cockhead, causing a minor electrical shock to rip through my balls. I reached out to her but she was on her feet with a graceful fluid motion as she walked to the bathroom. I heard her wash her hands. As she came out of the bathroom, she was brushing her hair.

She looked at my poured glass of bourbon and frowned as she smelled the strong mash odor. She poured the drink out and picked up a wine bottle and corkscrew. She sat back down on the bed and handed me the wine. I opened the bottle, poured into the glasses that she was holding, then touched glasses as I toasted. "May we never part."

She took a sip of her wine and confessed "This is my favorite restaurant. When I was fourteen years old, one of my clients brought me here and seduced me. I liked this place and when I saved up enough money, I bought this place. Today, you and I are the only customers."

She was sitting with her back against the headboard. I reached for her chin and drew her softly parted luscious lips to my lips. I explored her mouth with my tongue, teasing her tongue into my mouth where I sucked her tongue ever so gently. One hand roamed through her soft, long hair, as my other hand gently cupped and caressed her breast. I quickly dropped my mouth to her breast, enjoying the sensation of tonguing her puffy areolas and thick long nipple.

As I sucked on her nipples, her fingers wrapped around my still semi-hard cock as it rose again to fill her hand. I looked down at her thong panties and still couldn't see any trace of her cock.

As I stared into her eyes, I saw that the teasing glimmer was gone, replaced by a look of deep desire. She suggested in a very sultry voice "I've prepared myself for you by giving myself an enema just before you arrived. I'm very clean and want you to fuck me."

"Yes", I groaned, almost hurting with desire for her.

With one smooth motion, she slipped her panties down, revealing a very small penis between her legs. The many years of continued female hormones had atrophied it so it was just a little bigger than most clits. As she positioned her face above my cock, she continued "I lubricated myself with K-Y while I was in the bathroom. Let me get you hard again."

For over a minute, she used her mouth to get me hard again. It didn't take long, because I had never really lost my erection from her wonderful blowjob.

Then she turned around positioning herself so that we could do it doggy-style. Kneeling behind her buttocks and between her parted legs, I leaned over her and began nibbling on her ear lobe as I positioned my cock at her waiting orifice. I was afraid that I would hurt her, but following her instructions, I used only a small pressure against her butt. When her lubricated ass began to respond and open so it could accept my slick cock, she had me pause while her spincter adjusted to the pressure. Once her asshole loosened further and began to slide up over my waiting cock, I slowly pressed my full length into her. I gently pushed firmly as the anal bud blossomed, allowing my cock to enter.

"God," she groaned, squeezing her buns together around my cock and began wiggling, "You don't know how good that feels. Now that you are in me and I've stretched to accommodate your size, don't be afraid to fuck me. No matter what you do or how hard you hump, you will not hurt me."

I began to rhythmically thrust my cock deep inside her as I fucked her. I gently and slowly pressed forward, causing her to begin moaning again. She also was moving back and forth slowly, each rocking motion sucking me deeper into her body.

I reached around her body, grasping a breast in each hand. As I pounded deep into her, she ground her cheeks hard against my groin. I could feel her stretched anal opening as it clenched my manhood, holding onto me. For several minutes, we pounded ferociously against each other until I felt that very familiar fire building deep within my body.

We were lying in bed, smoking a cigarette. I hadn't tried one since high school, but when she lit it, and offered it to me, I decided to share it with her.

I was clean. I wasn't really dirty, but after we both got our breathing back to normal, she went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up, before coming back to our bed with a washcloth and her cigarettes. After she cleaned me, we laid on the satin sheets enjoying the warm aftermath of enjoyable sex.

For minutes, neither of us said anything as we relaxed next to each other. Then she hesitantly asked "Would you like to do it again?"

I rolled her, cupped her pretty chin in my hands and softly whispered "Try to stop me."

Chapter 8 - Our plan

The next two weeks went too quickly. She didn't go to see any of her clients and spent her nights in my bed. I would get up in the morning, make my business rounds and rush back to the hotel, so I could get back into bed with her. After a nice round of sex, we would take a shower together and then go out to dinner. After dinner, we would see some of the nightlife of Bangkok before we would return to my room.

I was very comfortable with being around her and making love to her. In fact, I counted the minutes that we weren't together.

She was a fantastic lover. I didn't think of her as being male at all. She was the perfect woman.

We had added something new to our love making. About the third night, she asked me to play with her cock while she gave me a blowjob. Two nights later, I asked her to let me do a real sixty-nine on her. It wasn't bad but it sure is something that I wouldn't do for just anyone. I did it because I wanted to and it felt right for both of us to bring mutual pleasure to each other. If I can eat pussy and lick all that pussy juice, I can suck her very small cock.

Agnes knew that Mariah had moved in with me and was still ignoring me. Except for the one time a day when we exchanged schedules, she wasn't talking to me. Except for the last day. I told her to not schedule anything on my last day and that we would work out of a conference room, making sure that we had documented everything accomplished during my time here.

I got up early and packed, because I was going to go straight from my meeting with Agnes to the airport. If I was able to do what I had to do, Mariah would be on the flight with me. We had already booked a seat for her using Agnes name and paid with cash. Mariah got up early and left before I got up because she had a lot to do.

Agnes was very formal during our meeting. Gone was the friendly comrade from my first couple of days, replaced by a cool professional businesswoman. For the first two hours, we reviewed all client meetings from day one, then documented the plan for each client.

Just prior to lunch, came the break that I had been waiting on. She went to the bathroom, taking her purse with her, but leaving her briefcase on the table. It only took a moment to find and remove her passport.

When she returned, we finished our documentation, said our good-bys and I walked out to the lobby. The bell-boy already had my luggage and within minutes, I was on my way to the airport.

I checked in my luggage and sat down to wait on Mariah. Inside my coat pocket was Agnes' passport and my passport. I kept glancing at the clock, seeing that Mariah only had minutes before we had to go through customs.

I turned my head and my heart almost stopped. Agnes was standing twenty feet away and staring at me. For just a moment, I was very panic stricken. Then I saw the faint smile on her lips as she lifted her sunglasses. It was Mariah, but she had on a blonde wig styled to look like Agnes' passport picture. Wearing a business suit, she looked exactly liked Agnes.

As I stood up to greet her, she asked "I forgot my passport. Did you remember to get it?"

I reached into my coat jacket and handed her the stolen passport. She smiled and pointed to the customs desk. I took her arm and escorted her over to the small line.

Twenty minutes later, we were boarding the plane. Mariah was sitting beside me looking out the window as she sipped her wine. She was quite because she was leaving the only place that she knew as home and all of her friends.

As the plane left the ground, she softly said something that I didn't understand. When I questioned her about it, she replied "It was one of the old, almost forgotten dialects of the ancient Siam language. It can be translated to mean Farewell, my home."

After we went through customs in America and were leaving the airport, a Thai woman walked up to Mariah. They spoke briefly and Mariah gave her the stolen passport. After the woman left us, Mariah removed the blonde wig, throwing it into a trash can as she said "I have a lot of friends over here, who are helping me. Her passport will be found by the restaurant manager and returned to her. In all probability, she won't notice that it has an exit stamp showing her leaving Thailand and arriving in America. When she gets ready to go back home, she will have to go through a little bull shit, but they will let her travel. So this is your America. Take me to your home. I have a lot of shopping to do."

We spent a leisurely week in my apartment and shopping at the malls. She spent a fortune on clothes but it made her happy.

Then she said that she wanted to travel. That she wanted to visit a little Army town in Oklahoma, called Fort Sill. Her father was supposed to be working there on the army base as a civilian.

I didn't want her to go and we had our first fight. The next morning, we were both on a flight to Oklahoma. We checked into a motel and waited.

For three days, we just hung around the motel, making love and enjoying each other's company. Then a Thai couple knocked on our door. I didn't understand them or Mariah as they talked in the Thai language. After they left our room, I stared at Mariah who was sitting on the cheap chair as she played with her cigarette lighter. Finally she said "I have to go. You know it and I know it."

"Will you come back?" I asked.

She smiled at me and softly replied "I want to. But I don't know what I'm going to do when I see him. Part of me wants to kill him. Part of me wants to torture him. Part of me never wants to see him again."

"Will you come back?" I repeated.

She stood, as she placed the cigarette lighter on the dresser. "Not today and possibly not tomorrow. I'll need some time. I love you."

She turned and walked out of the motel room, leaving the door open.

My boss had placed me on leave without pay for the last two weeks after I used up my two weeks of vacation time. I didn't care about the job anymore and could only think about her.

While she was with me, I knew that I loved her. But I didn't know how much, until she was gone. Until I felt that I had lost her forever.

I read the papers every morning, looking for something that would leap out at me and announce that something had happened, but couldn't find anything in the local papers. I didn't know her father's name or where to find him.

There was a knock on the door and I ran to it, hoping that it was her. But it was only the hotel manager. My disappointment showed on my face but it was replaced when he held out an envelope and I recognized the handwriting.

I grabbed the envelope and opened it with shaking hands. I sat down to read it.

My dearest Dave,

I know that you are worried about me

but I couldn't come back to you until I

completed my mission. I found him. He

wasn't here, but I tracked him to his new

home in Texas over a several week period. And

Lanlie is still living with him as his wife.

Time has been hard on him. He has

gained a lot of weight and lost most of his

hair. Looking at him on the mower, I thought

about the guy who played in those old

monster movies, Lon Chanley or whatever his

name was.

For a day, I watched him from a

distance as he rode around on a riding lawn

mower. He mows grass on the army base.

Then I followed him home and peeked through

his windows at night. In my purse, was a

pistol. Three different times during the first

day, I pulled it out, aimed at him and

squeezed the trigger, knowing that the

cylinder was empty.

The second day, I let him see me, but it

was at a distance. He just thought that I was a

chick for him to gawk at. Again that night, I

peered through his windows watching him as

he ate and watched television. He and Lanlie

fight all the time as they ignore each other.

The third day, I hired a taxi driver to

drive me by him. I was looking straight

ahead, ignoring him, but I know that he saw

me. He stepped off of his riding mower and

stepped out into the road, staring at my taxi

as it drove away. That night, he got drunk

and passed out on the couch. After Lanlie

went to bed, I picked the lock on their back

door and entered their house. I stood by his

sleeping body, hearing his deep breathing as

he slept off his drunken stupor. I opened my

purse, removed my pistol, aimed it at the base

of his neck and pulled the hammer back. This

time, the gun was loaded.

For five minutes I stood there with my

pistol touching his neck, knowing that it

would only take about five pounds of pressure

on my trigger, to get my revenge. But I couldn't

do it. Not Yet.

I went into the bedroom where Lanlie

was sleeping and stared at her sleeping body.

She had gained weight and lost her attractive

girlish figure. She was so fat and mean that

she couldn't pick anyone up if she tried now.

I went back to a nearby motel room that

I had rented and practiced pulling the

hammer back on the pistol and pressing the

trigger, until I was so used to it, I knew how

far I could pull the trigger before it would fire.

I watched him leave his house the next

morning as he drove to a nearby river to go

fishing. It was Saturday and he was off. As he

sat in the riverbank shade, I walked up to him

and sat down beside him.

He knew that I was following him. For

about a minute, he didn't say a word but just

stared at his fishing float. Then he asked

"who are you?"

I responded with a question "who do

you think I am?"

His face was pale as he responded "you

are the spitting image of my ex-wife, who died

years ago. if you weren't so young, I would

think that you were her or her ghost."

"would you believe that I'm her niece?"

"no. except for the clothes and

hairstyle, you are the way that she looked

when we got married. Back before she gained

weight after the baby. who are you really?"

I responded "I go by Mariah now. But

my birth name was Pat. Not Patricia, but

Patrick."

His face turned real pale and his hands

started shaking as he stared at me. Drool

started coming out of his mouth as he glared

at me. I opened my purse and pulled out my

loaded pistol. When he saw that, he began to

cry.

I let him cry. He knew that he was

going to die and that I was there to help him

die. When he finished crying, I asked him

"how did my mother die?"

He started gasping "It was the plague.

We didn't have any money for doctors or

medicine and she just kept getting sicker. I

woke up one morning and she was dead.

Lanlie helped me bury her because I couldn't

even pay for her funeral."

"why did you abandon me?"

"I didn't." he gasped.

I jerked the pistol up and pointed it at

his face as I cocked it. He screamed "I was

drunk. After your momma died, I couldn't

stay sober. Lanlie kept me drunk until the

plane landed in America. I tried to go back

but didn't have any money. Then she showed

me a death notice from the paper where a ten

year old un-identified American boy had been

found dead in the river. She convinced me

that you had drowned."

"why should I believe you?"

"because it's the truth."

My hands started shaking because I

believed him but I didn't want to believe him. I

wanted to kill him because he had deserted

me when I needed him the most.

I released the hammer softly and put

the pistol back in my purse. Then I said "I

need a cigarette."

He handed me one and a lighter. As I

looked at it, I stared at the cheap disposable

lighter that he used today. Gone was the

slim, somewhat attractive, dapper man who

used to play baseball with me. In his place

was an old man, just waiting for his time to

die.

As I smoked my cigarette, he asked me

"how come you look like her?"

"it's a long story, but Lanlie had her

hooker friends take care of me. they turned

me into a whore and showed me that I could

make more money if I looked like a woman.

they gave me hormones to keep me soft and

feminine looking. this is probably what I

would have looked like if I had been born a

female. just like my mother."

He started crying and his face turned

red as he cried. I just sat there and smoked

my cigarette, watching him suffer. Finally he

said "I'm ready to meet my maker. kill me."

I flipped my cigarette out into the water

and stood up as I said "I came here to kill you.

but I don't want to lower myself to your level.

I'm too much of a lady and have too much

respect for myself to let you pull me down

further. good-by, daddy."

He screamed at me, calling "Pat, Pat," as

I walked back up the trail to where my taxi

was waiting. As my taxi drove off, I could still

hear him.

I had the taxi stop at his house. The

front door was unlocked and I just walked in.

Lanlie was sitting on the couch, talking to

somebody on the phone about how great

Amway was, when she looked up and saw me.

Her mouth gaped open and she didn't resist

as I unplugged the phone. I removed the

phone cord and started walking toward her.

She ran but I caught her in the kitchen. It

only took a couple of seconds and the phone

cord was wrapped around her neck choking

her. She was gasping for breath as I tightened

the cord around her neck, watching her face

turn blue as she ran out of oxygen.

When she quit fighting me and

collapsed, I released the cord. She still had a

pulse, but was unconscious. I quickly tied her

up and gagged her so that she wouldn't start

screaming again. Then I heated a kitchen

knife until the metal was hot enough to burn

flesh. I put a small brand on her forehead.

You westerners won't recognize it as anything

but a scar, but anyone from Thailand will

recognize the symbol. It is an ancient symbol

that was used to identify murderers who were

allowed to live.

I left her tied up, knowing that he would

come home and find her. I went back to my

motel room and undressed. Then I sat down

on the floor and stared at the razor sharp

knife that I had in my room. Honor is a big

weight that we carry on our shoulders. I felt

that I had dishonored my pledge to revenge

my mother's death and my betrayal by letting

them live.

As I recited the prayers that I have

repeated for the last half of my life, I prepared

myself for that moment when I would take my

own life as the sun rose the next morning. All

evening, I sat naked on the floor, saying my

prayers over and over, making my peace with my

god.

I didn't want a cigarette because sitting

there on the river seeing how my daddy had

changed, somehow changed me. That cigarette

that I bummed from him, is the last cigarette

that I will ever smoke.

As it got closer to the time for me to

complete my journey, I kept thinking about

you. About us. About the way things could

have been.

I can't take my life, as much as my

honor demands it. Not since I have met you

and fell in love with you. I want to start my

life over again and to build a new life with you.

That is, if you still want me.

I'm sitting at the airport, waiting for a

3 pm flight to go back to Thailand. If you love

me and will take me back, I'm here.

I put the note down and looked at the clock. It was 10am. I picked up my shaving case and headed for the shower. I've got time to clean up a little. After all, if I'm going to get married today, I want to look my best.

The End.