Book Excerpt for Bangkok Threeway

Bangkok Three-Way -- Extract

Mason

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Bangkok Threeway

Jack nursed his bottle of Singha beer as he and Maria sat at a small table watching twenty or thirty nearly naked bar girls dance around in a grinding, chorus line around poles and back and forth like an old Hollywood musical. They were lit by flashing lights.

Some type of pounding modern music poured from the speakers, making conversation impossible.

Sometimes the girls went from highly choreographed displays to raunchy dirty dancing with each other, doing the shimmy with their boobs, sliding their legs across each other.

Jack tried to relax despite the beat programming his heart to go faster in unison with the computer-controlled timing of the music.

He found the women fascinating. In one frame of mind, with their black hair (though much of it dyed brown or white in the Japanese style), black or brown eyes, skin various shades of brown and wide faces with high cheeks bones and Asian eyes, and their firm slim young flesh, they all looked alike.

Yet, in another frame of mind, looking at them with the assumption that of course they were all young Thai women, but were as much separate individuals as he and any other not so long, balding white guy (falang in Thai slang, he'd learned).

Some were slimmer than others. Some were cuter. Some seemed to be enjoying themselves. Some had harder eyes.

He wondered which one Maria liked the most. This was her show. Although the Thai women on stage were trying to catch his eye, he'd let Maria pick and choose.

He found them all more attractive than he'd expected. He'd gone to strip clubs years ago when he was a young man. But those strip tease dancers had not prepared him for this extreme, casual exposure of flesh of breasts, legs and narrow, lightly- haired pussies.

The sheer amount of female flesh exposed and available for men's pleasure was intoxicating in its abundance.

Jack finally understood why so many men returned to Bangkok as sex tourists. It'd always seemed something slimy to him. But he had to admit, he and Maria were sex tourists as well, though still in the first night of their trip.

Yet, if something ever happened between him and Maria, he could see himself coming back here and taking one of these ladies for himself.

He looked around at the other bar customers. Many were aging falang. Several of them were the kind of hippies who still had ponytails using only their back hair -- because they were now bald on top.

He was surprised, though probably shouldn't have been, to notice that some of the other customers appeared to come from all over the world. The four men in robes were obviously Arabs, probably spending some of the money Jack paid to them when he filled up his car's tank with gas. Others were Indian. Some of the tables had Asian men in business suits. Maybe they were Thai, but Jack suspected they were Japanese or Chinese.

And Maria was not the only woman. But all the other female customers were falang. Most of them were with falang men. Jack wondered if they were after a three-way as well. Maybe he and Maria should get to know them. They could hire a few of the bar girls and have a complete orgy.

The End