It is not often that I see Joytown at midday. The tackiness that is barely tolerable at night is horrendous in sunlight. Street vendors spill onto the street, blocking the bicyclist who in turn block the never-ending stream of old Japanese junkers. Above the clamor of horns, insults and hustlers is a jungle of steelworks, each vying to get its neon sign bigger and higher than the rest. It is decadent as only Joytown can be. But I find myself searching for more. A junkie. Hooked on pussy, the more decadent the better.

A crew of Thai workers swarmed over Lollipop's huge sign. The chief in his mandatory aviator mirrored glasses and tailored shirt supervised the hoisting of a sexy neon blonde, tonguing a lollipop that at night would resemble a giant prick. In the shade of the entrance Colonel Chao stood taking it all in on his arm was his cute teenage sex slave, Sarah Bodwell. I hurried down the sidewalk to the refuge of Candyland before he saw me.

The door was locked. I rang the buzzer hidden high on the door jamb and waited. I rang it two more times before Tam opened the door.

"Oh, you," Tam said, turning away.

"Well I am glad to see you too. Why is the door locked?" When she didn't answer I continued. Anything to annoy her. "Do you ever wear anything else?" She, of course, wore hot pants with a glossy black bikini top. I followed her, tiny ass swaying, heels clicking. As she walked, she lightly slapped the riding crop against her leg.

"Tam too busy for you. Make girlie-girlie movie now. You go talk to Vopat. You in plenty trouble, Joe."

She had that right.

I walked past empty tables towards Vopat's office in the back. It was the first time I had ever seen Candyland empty. Vopat was seated in his office, arguing with someone on his cell phone. The call must be costing him a mint. On second thought, perhaps it didn't. It was probably a clone.

"What you mean, credit no good? For long time, I buy plenty from you. Pay top dolla. Now you no do biddness? Fuckee you!"

Vopat snapped the phone shut.

"It's Fuck you," I said softly, taking a seat as far from him as I could. He wasn't in the mood for an English lesson.

"Biddness gone to shit, Joe. I got no customer, now I got no credit."

"What happened. This used to be the busiest place in Joytown. Hell, the best in all of Thailand."

"Colonel Chao shut Candyland down." The big man spoke as if the club was a person. To him, perhaps it was. "Chao say he surprised to learn that girls dance naked. Shut Candyland down. No say how long. No good, Joe. I got expenses."

A knock at door, and a slender blonde entered. She placed a tray on Vopat's desk. Steak and eggs. Vopat was having lunch. Without a saying a word, the blonde opened two bottles turning to serve me one. It was Roxanne Bodwell. I hadn't seen her since returning from a little business matter upcountry. Roxanne had survived her months as a sex slave in good shape, considering that she fucked for living. Three bizarre shows a day under Tam's whip. Sixteen hour days dancing, hoping to arouse some drunken local or hard-core farang. If she is lucky, she gets to suck him off or take his cock while bent over a table. If not, the disk jockey puts a check mark by her name for Tam. As if that is not enough she has to serve Klosters to man who sold her into sexual slavery and the guy who bought her.

Tam had a linguistic problem with Roxanne and re-christened her as Annie. Whatever you called her, she was looking hot in a French maid's apron over a tiny yellow thong bikini with her usual cheap pumps. Dancing had made her lean and trim, not an ounce of fat on a splendid body. There is something especially degrading about a grown woman, a natural beauty, to be dressed like a bar whore. Even if she is. But she wasn't always. She was a senior flight attendant on the prestigious London to Hong Kong run. She should have been managing all the attendants for British Airways. She had the education and looks, tall long legs, nice figure, a certain dignity. When you saw her standing in a business suit, you just knew that she was the one in charge. But all that changed a months ago when I abducted her and her fifteen year old daughter. Then sold them both to Vopat.

I took the beer, but she held on to the bottle. Our eyes meet, her fingers clutching mine. In those green eyes, I could see her weighing her hatred for me against her need. Love of her daughter won out.

"Please sir, have you heard anything about Sarah?" She risked a lot by asking. Vopat was sure to discipline her. "Is Sarah all right? She turned sixteen last week."

"She is OK. She looks fine." No one can say that I am not a nice guy.

Vopat ordered her out. She dared not disobey. "Please, sir." The blonde fell to her knees, her hands going for my zipper, fumbling to get me out. She was offering me her body. It was all she had to barter with, "Tell her, Annie loves her." An odd mix. Polite British accent, mixed with slave training. The poor girl even thought of herself as Tam's Annie.

Tam was right there with ridding crop in hand. Furiously she beat at the kneeling woman, cursing her with Tam's unique blend of Thai and English with a few choice French phrases thrown in. Annie scurried away from Tam, her hands covering her head. I could hear her sobbing as she disappeared down the hall.

"Forget bitch, Joe. You bring big problems on me. That bad biddness, gangster shooting. Shooting Jan-Jan's man no good. I loose two good pussy to FBI Dick Tracy. Best act gone. Bad biddness!"

While you getting rich upcountry, FBI get all excited. They tell London. London call British embassy. Ambassador send embassy man to Joytown to `investigate' to clean up Candyland. Call himself Strangway. Very uptight. Like he not fuck in long time. He worse kind. Have many bosses. He very ambitious. Take himself too serious. Ask many questions. He put lot of money on street for talk. Colonel Chao get big scared. He shut me down. Then he see way to get rich. He buy interest in Lollipop. Fix joint up. Many baht. Now he take my customers. Chao get rich, drive new Land Rover now."

Vopat's chopsticks sliced at the air for emphasis. The big man was livid, his face flushed red in anger. I was afraid the veins on his forehead would burst.

"You get me out of this, Joe. Get something on Strangway that I can use. I no want British Marines poking around Joytown looking for missing girls. Bad for biddness. That not good for me and not be good for you. You understand, Joe?"

"I understand." Only too well.

He put the chopsticks to his mouth, only to find that they were empty. His eyes burned fiery red, an arm flew across the table sending steak and eggs flying. "You fuck this up Joe and it be your last!"

He was shouting. Time to leave. He was still fuming. He didn't even nod his head.

"Tam!" Vopat yelled, his voice echoing in the small office. "Get that bitch Annie, ready for me. Now! In the alley where everyone can see." Vopat was going to gain face at Roxanne's expense.

"I want, need," I corrected myself. "Annie." "I got to have her to get Strangway in line." I watched the effect of my words cross Vopat's face.

"You can have that," he searched for the English word. "That untrainable bitch after I am finished." Vopat stood. "Whatever is left."

"No. I need her now. In good shape." She would no use to anybody after Vopat got through with her, especially with a crowd urging him on. "Listen Vopat, do you want Chao off your back, or not? Give me the girl, or I walk."

There is a saying in the East, `You can only die once.' The trick is to keep postponing it.

The fat man mopped at his brow with the ever present tissue. A second latter his forehead was again covered in sweat.

"You take care of the Strangway. Get Chao to loosen up and we be friends again. Like old times, huh, Joe?"

I had read Chao correctly. He had his bosses too. The ones that expected a cut of the action.

"Sure. Like old times."

Lollipop's -- Candyland

In this business you stay with what is familiar. There will be enough surprises. Candyland was familiar, but it and Vopat could be history soon. It was time to make new acquaintances. That is how I found myself at Mae Sai, about as upscale a restaurant as you can find in Joytown. We were actually in a little plant covered patio reserved for VIP's. And right now, Colonel Chao was the biggest VIP this side of BKK airport.

I was wearing a clean shirt for the occasion. Washed and pressed for me by my new servant, Roxanne. For the last week, Annie has been taking care of all of my desires. It has been like a holiday for her. In her spare time she takes care of my apartment and cooks. Her real job of course is to keep my cock satisfied. I have been out a lot investigating Strangway, so I set a bolt into the concrete for her chain. Not that an unescorted western woman without a word of Thai would get very far in this town.

I found Meganne's old dog collar and locked it on without explanation. She went to speak, the same old nonsense about "Annie good girl," only this time `Ann' ended in a scream. Of course the scream caused another shock and kept shocking. But she learns quickly. Speak and you get zapped. Not quite as bad as my favorite cattle prod but still a pretty good shock. Oh, she could communicate as long as she kept it under a half second and could wait two minutes before uttering her next sound. Needless to say she kept her griping to herself. In fact, it worked so well that I called my buddy in Bang Na and asked him to modify another anti-bark collar. You never can tell when you will need a spare.

She was wearing it tonight and not much else. Only a white wrap covered her thong, transparent and clinging to her with every movement. The top was nothing more than two tiny triangles of cloth that would barely cover her sixteen year old daughter. I let her wear a good pair of pumps. I told you, I am a nice guy. I wouldn't force anyone to walk a city block in the cheap plastic that she normally has on.

She was looking good. Looks have always been her greatest asset. I had taken her down to mamasan's and had her hair and face done. The makeover and a weeks rest from Tam and Candyland had done wonders for her. It is amazing how a weeks relief from swallowing strangers cum, will restore a girl.

Her dignity almost disappeared in the sexual jungle of Candyland but it never completely deserted her. Dignity came natural to her. She carried it with her in the way she moved, the way she stood, her posture, her chin. The thong, three sizes too small, only served to accent her embarrassment. In Joytown that respectful, dignified look and British self-assurance worked against her. That is why even after months of captivity, I still enjoyed debasing her.

"Pai Nai."

Our host, Colonel Chao strolled in with little Sarah on his arm. He wore his standard, a sharply pressed military shirt with gold falcon, wings spread over a chest full of ribbons. Sarah glanced at her mother and quickly returned her attention to the splendid Chao. She had been trained well. And she looked the part, dressed in fine silk. The red dress buttoned at her neck and clung lovingly to that fine young body. A falcon in black embroidery soared from her slit skirt, up across her budding breast. She had her mother's eyes, a beautiful sea green. Tonight they were dark with mascara, her lips painted whorish red.

Roxanne braved a brief greeting, rushing her daughters name. It blended into her scream. Her hands flew to her collar, desperate to stop the current. I pointed to the floor, "Annie, do your greeting." I needed something to show Chao that I could control my woman.

She looked at Sarah then glared at me before following my finger to her assigned spot. Sitting on the tile floor, she raised her knees. Pulling her feet tight against her bottom forced her knees apart. She wet her fingers on her tongue and with a shake of her hair, slowly ran her moist fingers between spread legs, from her ass up across the stretched thong.

Sarah frowned at what her mother had become. Those green eyes misted over, her gaze fixed on a spot, miles away.

The Colonel laughed. "That number one hot cunt. Make excellent fuck."

Annie was still dutifully rubbing her cunt but Sarah looked like she was going to cry so I motioned for her mother to stand. "Colonel, I believe you remember Ms. Bodwell, don't you?"

"Vopat's girl. Right? He no do good job with this one. She still much proud." His pock-marked face broke into laughter. "Tam must get soft. Too easy. Need more whip!"

"British," I explained.

He nodded his head in understanding. "Vopat wanted much for the set. Poor man like me, can only afford little one," he laughed again. "Young better anyway. Train better. See this one no give dirty look. She not speak unless allowed. What your name, little one?

"Anhtuyet. Anhtuyet your girl. Anhtuyet want to please her stud." Sweet little Sarah answered with her new name immediately. She cooed into Chao's ear. One hand hugged him to her, the other ran over his ribbons, down his front to disappear beneath the table.

The waiter came for our order. Chao had him wait while Anhtuyet was made to stand. Chao raised her skirt with some difficulty rolling the tight material over her hips. Proud as a peacock he showed me a falcon, his signature, tattooed on her bare mons. Beautiful needle work, four colors, done by a Buddhist monk he boasted. He had marked his territory. There was no going back for this girl. Poor Sarah would never have that caring husband and nice home in Coventry. Her mother must have realized it too as she looked on in silent agony.

Chao and I had the chicken and vegetables. They didn't have a menu but I got the feeling that we could have ordered monkey without them batting an eyelash. Over dinner we talked of many things. I tried to keep his glass full and kept brining up our last gun running venture. We actually cleared a nice profit on that one. And no one got killed.

It was getting late. Chao was full and content. One hand buried in Anhtuyet's dress, a cigar in the other. I couldn't wait any longer. "Colonel, I heard that you have an interest in Lollipops. You must be in need of good entertainment. Something that will draw in the crowds. Make some money. People get tired of the same old thing, you know. Perhaps if a beautiful western girl became available for a few nights. An amateur. You would have to break her in .."

He took the bait. "French mother," I explained. "Long legs. Father was an American pilot. Back before Nam got big and nasty. Raised by mom, in Orly. College at Cambridge. Just spent two years in Washington. Twenty five. Looks like a million dollars, American."

I gave him the details and reminded him, "A couple of nights. "Anything goes, but she goes back to hubby in three days. And she goes back presentable. Think of what a `special engagement' like that could bring in at Lollipops. They would be beating down the doors to see. You could charge anything you wanted."

I wrote an outrageous number on the cloth napkin when he asked. He scratched through the number with a jade pen. He had cut the figure in half. I looked at it and shook my head, with what I hoped was a disappointed face. "Ok, Ok. For an old friend, five thousand." His eyes brightened. Before he could speak, I added, "and the whore." It took another hour and I loss another two thousand baht, before we clinked glasses and drank on the deal.

"That make moma happy," Chao pointed with his cigar.

It had been over two hours and Roxanne was still standing. She quickly slid her shoes on as we looked. "Guess I am just a nice guy at heart."

Even Chao laughed at that. "You nice guy, Joe. But I keep Anhtuyet very busy till you deliver.

Lollipop's -- Strangway

The afternoon sun split by blinds made parallel shadows down the wall, over the dresser and crossing the rumpled bed. Above, a ceiling fan shook and thumped against the oppressive heat. A dark skinned girl, body lean and straight, a boys body, only with longer hair. Hair that fell down, black and thick, shielding her face, falling over the man below. She bent over his prone form like a bike racer, only nude, her back covered in sweat, the bones of her spine visible. Her bare legs were drawn up, on each side of his spread thighs. A tiny asshole with lips large for such a small girl twitched between his legs.

The man held her head, holding it down engulfing his organ. His arms bulged, but still he forced the black hair down. "Ahhh, Ahhh, Bloody good. Ahhh." He relaxed, her head flew up, gasping desperately for air. She coughed. Sperm shot from her mouth and nose only to be sucked in again as her lungs fought for air. "You promise me," she managed, pausing as her tiny breasts shook with another cough. "milk shakee."

In response the man wiped a splotch of white cum across her cheek to her lips. "Milk shakes will make you fat. By the time you are fifteen, no one will want to take you from the bar."

"I no get fat. I want milk shakee. You promise."

"I will. From room service. Promise. But first I will teach you a little trick I learned in from a working girl in Washington. Its called around the world."

On the dresser the light on the ancient phone flashed red. The man rolled over, sending the bar girl sprawling to the floor.

"Do be quiet, girl. It may be the Embassy," he ordered.

"Er, hullo. Under-assistant, James Strangway here." The phone looked to be left over from the French colonial days.

"Excuse me Mr. Strangway, this is the hotel manager." It was only a three room boarding house but he insisted on calling himself manager.

"Umm, a Mr. I mean Mrs. Strangway left a message. Uhh, Marguerite. I mean Mrs. Strangway called and left a message."

"Dam it man, why didn't you put the call through."

"You said that you and your er. niece, did not want to be disturbed. I waited till tea time, like you asked."

"Give me the bloody message, you idiot."

"Yes, of course, sir. Mrs. Strangway said that she ran into an old friend from Orly. Adrien, she said. They haven't seen each other in years. Said that on a whim they decided to take a few days and tour the National Museum in Phnom Penh. That is a long train ride. Isn't it, sir? She said she would not be home this weekend. They left this afternoon. She said she loves you and she will be back by Thursday. Will there be anything else, sir?"

The manager did it pretty well. The start was a little shaky, I had to get his attention focused, but once he saw that I meant business he shaped up. I gave him the full 100 baht anyway, reminding him that it never happened.

Memories fail when everyone is happy.

The wives on embassy row stick together like Thai rice. They spend their days shopping or doing their useless charity work. They seldom leave the safe tree lined streets of diplomat row. The ambassador's wives are the Queens. They pick the charities and host the biggest parties. The assistant's wives with only fifteen or twenty years in the diplomatic core are the back stabers. They are determined to push their husbands into the long awaited Ambassador opening. And to sabotage the others. Under-assistants and attach^Âs are at the bottom. Young and green to the diplomatic core they are more concerned with stealing away for romantic weekends and starting families than the serious business of making and destroying careers.

They get the smaller residences, towards the ends of the street. Even the military security patrols ignore them. Who in his right mind, would go after an under-assistant?

Friday evenings are reserved for diplomatic functions. The Queens make sure that all their subjects attend. So, Mrs. Marguerite Strangway was quite worried when the ambassador's wife called.

"It must be so difficult for you newlyweds, dear. To be in that big house all alone while John is on assignment in that sinful town. He is doing such an important job, to investigate the disappearances of those poor, poor girls."

"John called. He left me a message. He said he tried to call you but you know how bad the phone system is. It really needs some British experts to re-do everything. He said that there is nothing to report. He said he spoke with everyone in town, everyone is quite helpful, but there is no sign of any wrongdoing. In fact it is so slow that he is taking you on holiday. A train ride to Singapore for six days, back on Thursday. Pack light, he is buying you new outfits. He arranged for a driver to pick you up. 2 PM exactly, dear. Those drivers charge so much, worse than a London cabby. Marguerite, do try to be ready. John is so sweet to take you on holiday."

"You young couples are so very romantic. How long have you been married now? Almost two years? You went directly form college to wife and the diplomatic core. Your's is such a storybook romance. An assignment in beautiful Washington, DC and now exotic Bangkok. So lovely, dear."

"I set it right with the ambassador. He puts great faith in John's recommendations. If John says that there is nothing there then he will call it off. Did you hear, two of the missing girls may be British subjects. A mother and daughter. Can you imagine? Why just picture being abducted by big strong men. I heard that Thai men are very. `well endowed'. And the things they would do to you. Hot sweaty men, touching you all over. I imagine they would make you do things. Oh dear, its so warm this time of year. Anyway Marguerite, I will let you go. That divine sergeant, the Royal Marine, is on duty. I think I will just go soak in the tub for a while."

No one gave the Mercedes limousine a second look as it cruised toward the smaller homes. In front, the Candyland license plate had been discretely replaced.

Lollipop's -- Marguerite

It come in stages. First is the fear and anger, an urge to fight, to run if she can, definitely to scream to defend. Then the icy cold realization descends that she is not in danger. Not bodily danger, not now. She sees it in the way she is treated. Confined, restrained. She senses it in the way her space is violated, petted, touched, felt. Frightened of what her senses tell her she will test it. She screams when told to be quiet. She breaks an arm free before the click of the handcuff. If you are not careful she scrapes at whatever is in reach. It is a test. And the answer frightens her more.

For she is not harmed. Overpowered, pushed, but never harmed. Held hard. Sometimes a slap, but never the damaging, bone crunching blow that at this point, would be so reassuring.

She is quiet. It is difficult for the female mind to accept, but there is no escaping the inevitable. He will not harm my body. Why? Am I too valuable? It is me he wants. Not the bank notes in my purse. Not my wedding ring. If I am lucky, he will videotape me for a ransom. More likely he wants my body for other purposes. Any way she looks at it, it comes up the same.

That is when the second struggle begins. The desperate one. She will do anything to avoid such a fate. She has been told all her life to protect what lies between her legs. She gives it sparingly. Always protective. It takes a promise for life before it is shared. It is the center of her being. The source of her power. Of course she fights.

The handcuffs click. Steel bracelets fastened to steel wire locking her to the seat. The blinds are drawn on the limousine windows. She screams and spits at the driver's partition. Leaning back, she kicks at his head. Her boat shoes leave dirty footprints on the bullet proof glass. The driver, annoyed now, presses a button above his head and a black shield rises. She is entombed, cut off from the outside world. There is nothing to look at. Nothing to identify. Alone with her realization, she may as well be in a hearse.

"Margo, this is not good," she says out loud as the black limousine speeds toward Joytown.

Lollipop's -- Garaged

It was good to get out of the limo after a harrowing ride. "Never again!" The driver, a maniac behind the wheel, was one of Chao's recruits from his latest jaunt upcountry. "Keep the driving gloves on and put this on her." He took the handful of nylon webbing from me. It's the same stuff that the military uses for holster belts.

"Put it over her head and buckle it under her chin. No way for her to move the blindfold. Go ahead. Its ok if she sees you. She wont be able to identify you. To her, all Thai's look alike anyway. And when you go back upcountry, she will never see that handsome kisser of yours again."

The driver laughed at that. Taking a big breath as if it could be his lasts he dived head first into the back. The door handle shook in my palm as they struggled. Pretty little Marguerite was not being very ladylike. She kicked wildly and cursed the driver and his parents.

"This ones a fighter!" Goes to show that you can never tell by their looks.

The driver backed through the car door with a risky grip on her legs. His body jerked with every kick. I motion for Doc to help him and went around to the other side. Even with me lifting her shoulders to pass her from the car, it was tough. She was grabbing at anything she could reach, seat belts, door, everything. But we got her out. The driver actually kneeled down to set her feet on the floor. We all stood around catching our breath, complementing ourselves on pulling it off.

She looked good. So tempting and vulnerable, stumbling around the garage her hands locked at her back with a blindfold harnessed on that pretty face. She wore her dirty blonde hair at shoulder length. A curve of hair had fallen, covering one side of the blindfold.

"Quick, before she hurts herself." The three of us fanned out like we were hunting a water buffalo. I heard Colonel Chao laughing calling us `maeow's' but he didn't move to help. We pulled the struggling girl to him, forcing her knees to bend then leaning on her back until her head rested in his lap. When she felt his pants and realized her face was in a man's lap she went wild with fear and rage throwing her head form side to side refusing to put her mouth to his zipper. That worked to Doc's advantage.

He came back holding a little container in a gloved hand. I nodded, Chao and the driver and I clamped down on Marguerite.

"This feel warm to Nang. It no hurt. You no get sick," he said over her whimpers. "Doc no hurt French girly." He could be so reassuring.

He worked a thick golden fluid into her ear with a Q-tip. "Will the bee wax hurt her hearing?," I asked.

"Ear like new after it all out. It take many hot bathe to get wax out," he replied. "Now Doc do other ear. She no hear talk. Only hear very loud shout."

"And that?"

"This a little speaker. Wax holds it in. Wire go to mike. Like this."

The Colonel entertained himself by making kissing sounds into her microphone as she frowned in disgust.

I busied myself by taking off her sneakers. I didn't like the way she had been wandering all over the garage.

It was too much for her. Marguerite was babbling incoherently between sobs. We never told her what we wanted from her or even if she would ever resume her life as a diplomat's wife. Handcuffed, blindfolded and now deaf her face buried in someone's lap. It must have felt like a hundred hands pushing at her. I pulled her bare feet from underneath her, turning her over in the process. Colonel Chao held her head firmly in his crotch, obviously enjoying her plight. Doc straddled her stretched out body working slowly at her harness.

"That is not going to take her eyelashes off?" Doc was peeling the blindfold off and sealing the eye shut with surgical tape as he went. "Will it?"

"No glue on eyelash. They grow back anyway. It take two hands, sharp fingers to get off. Now girly no hear and no see."

"This could be a little tricky, Colonel. She has to go back, you know, and we don't want her screaming her head off for some kind of investigation."

"No problem," he reassured me. "She become good corrupt untouchable. She so disgraced she no tell."

We both turned to look at Lollipop's new girl, Marguerite. In off-white pleated pants, she stood a few meters away. Young and slim with classical French features. Curving hips and tiny waist, shapely legs, a good figure. She was the kind of woman that a maitre 'd would seated ahead of you, and you wouldn't think twice about it. She expected it and she got it.

Unprepared is how she looked now. A beautiful girl, unprepared for anything but the best of treatment. From men and women alike. Unprepared for what was coming. She was disoriented and slightly unsure of her balance. Her blouse was wet with perspiration at her breasts. She held her elbows out, keeping the handcuffs behind her at belt level. Nervously she transferred her weight for foot to foot, unaware that she was slowly making a circle.

"You better be right."

Lollipop's -- A Falcon

It was the first time I had seen the new Lollipops. A large stage jutting out into a sea of tables. A high ceiling with balcony, one seat deep on three sides. The decor was pretentious coming off as a Thai's version of an eighteen century French bordello. Tacky. In a town that had redefined the meaning. But the hard-core did not brave a six hours train ride to critique the decor. The place was packed. With Candyland closed, Lollipops was the only underground club south of Chiang Mai. Colonel was raking in the baht.

One day I will get the Kloster franchise and make some real money. Bar girls ran back and forth balancing trays of beer barely able to keep their own balance on ridiculously wobbling heels. The crowd was impatient. They had traveled a long way for this. A rowdy table full of drunk Australians sang Matilda, their beer sloping on the table and floor. Pairs of heels, their soles worn and black with dirt, poked from under the soaked tablecloth. Across the room, a smaller group in Union Jack tee- shirts bravely tried to drown them out with off-key bars of God Save the Queen. In desperate need of more voices, they conscripted a couple girls. Pulling them to their laps to feel their pussy and tits provided the proper encouragement for their national anthem. Throughout the commotion, a heavyset mamasan played comedian on the stage telling jokes that no one listened to or could understand.

Finally she flashed her ponderous boobs and left the stage. Someone turned off the scratchy copy of Big Girls Don't Cry. The room hushed in anticipation.

"You pay now for suckee-suckee!" was heard. A tiny female voice, shrill with anger.

A thin man white shirt and black tie rushed forward and pulled the girl, kicking and screaming from the room.

Everyone turned to look at the table. The man shrugged his shoulders. "She was no bloody good," he said to the room in thick Scottish accent. "I have buggered sheep that were better." The room erupted in laughter.

The Colonel joined me at his table, the only one with a clean tablecloth. His little possession, Sarah in red vinyl micro-mini and see-through white lace top followed a respectable four paces behind. The braver or more drunk of the patrons grabbed at her ass when she passed. I couldn't blame them the little girl was cute. I made Roxanne, her mother, get up and give him her chair. After all he was the boss.

For the occasion, I had her dressed in a cheap spandex one piece suit. A single string in back held up a V of material in front that barely covered her charms. Her collar kept her quiet and clear plastic heels with little padlocks on the ankles completed her ensemble. While waiting I had been amusing myself by cutting little holes for her nipples. The Japanese business men at the other table were particularly absorbed by the process. With buck tooth grins, they urged me on, their fingers making cutting motions in the air.

The laughter died down and again the club was quiet.

I had Roxanne kneel for me on all fours. A little positioning and the woman made a fine foot stool for Colonel Chao. While he rested his glossy military boots, I soaked up her daughter's charms, taking in the beauty of slim and no doubt firm thighs. Her still blossoming breasts, perky and so very high on that tiny chest. "You let her watch this?," I asked him.

"Anhtuyet watch and learn. Anhtuyet be very good slut. I train her well. She do this and more some day."

So he still used her new name. Anhtuyet pulled her chair closer to her master, cuddling against him her hand rubbing the gold falcon on his chest. One leg draped over his. Her mother couldn't help but see.

"You are going to show her on the first night?," I asked.

"Right away. This Lollipops. Girls must earn their rice." Chao moved Anhtuyet's hand to his lap and turned to me. "Anyway first show best show. She have no idea what to expect."

He was right. Since we picked her up, no one had explained anything. Marguerite Strangway must be terrified. I would soon see that she was.

The lights went out. For a few seconds Lollipops was dark until a stage light shoot across the smoke filled room. The music came up. French horns rising to a magnificent crescendo. Beethoven's fifth symphony. All eyes followed the pulsing strobe light. High overhead it caught a bird freezing it in time and space until the next pulse. Like an old movie, strobing snapshots caught wings fluttering, circling then descending. The images came faster until they blended together as one. Magnificent feathers, rich colors. A falcon. A girl. Marguerite.

A red bandanna, knotted at her temple, Asian style, covered already taped eyes. She was gagged with a beak, in proportion to such a magnificent specimen. Wings were arms spread straight out from her sides held in place by a pole no doubt. Terrified, hung face down the blinded girl shook with fear making wings of her arms. Falcon hovered over the stage with head down, feet bound to her thighs again with a simple knot at the side, the loose ends dangling to her waist. A web of ropes rose to pulleys high above. The position forced her legs wide open. They fell, lowered slowly, landing her gracefully head up, at her natural height but still suspended. Still fluttering in silence she hung from the ropes, gently revolving in a half arc, facing one side of the stage then the other. She was splendid, adorned in feathers and skin tight body suit.

Chao took to the stage to a thunderous applause. A natural performer both on and off the stage, he welcomed his guest, reminding them to fill their glasses and introduced the dangling girl as a, "stuck up French whore."

"She hear only with this." He fumbled with the tiny wires at her left ear, finally connecting them to the giant Bob Hope era microphone.

Since he went on stage, I had been enjoying Roxanne and Sarah's attentions. Sarah sat on my lap, her love immediately transferred to me while her mother tired to pull down my zipper with her teeth.

"Lollipop have really big shoe tonight," he clowned with his audience. "Give her big Lollipop howdy." He pressed a button, as the room erupted in catcalls. "Lookie she fly!" His voice boomed throughout the room.

She was shaking, struggling to make use of her arms, to break her legs free, to use her mouth, her eyes. She must have sensed that there were many perhaps hundreds even thousands of unseen men leering at her while thrust up and exposed. Chao steadied her spinning body by grabbing her crotch. His other hand reached behind, tearing at the suit. Soon it lay at her feet. Amidst the jeering and hooting he took off her beak and gag. The illusion dissolved. No longer a glamorous bird of prey she hung naked and assailable. A scared girl hanging with legs tied unable to hide her sex, her arms straight out. Useless. Defenseless. In her darkness, she pleaded to be released and then not to be hurt but the room only laughed.

Chao pressed the button again, "You be good girl now. You have many audience."

The startled girl could only snap her head around, trying desperately to see.

"Now we learn all about girl." He holding the microphone stand at an angle. Perhaps he thought it was a Las Vegas show. "Before you married, girly, what your name?"

"Fuck off you bugger!"

Anhtuyet!," Chao commanded.

Obediently little Anhtuyet jumped from my lap to kneel on stage at his side. Chao patted her head, the ultimate disgrace in this country. At his command she retrieved a lash and stood.

"We try this again." And again he asked her name.

"Princess Diana. Let me go you bloody fool, my husband will have."

The Colonel tapped her right breast once with his field marshals baton. The teenager reached back and delivered an underhand hit with the lash that would make any tennis player proud. "Cat of nine tails," Chao explained. "Picked it up in Singapore. Used by English navy when hijack Thai's for sailing ships. Good choice. No? Haa, haaa." You had to laugh with him. It was a pleasure to watch a man that enjoyed his work.

"Wait. Wait. Almost forgot. Camera. Colonel Chao make movie. You worthless dog. You get video running now or Chao whip your ass." His unfortunate lackey ran to set up the video camera.

"You be big star. I video you. What you say. Thank you?"

"You fucking pig! Let me go or."

Chao choose the left nipple with his baton. Marguerite swung back from the force of Anhtuyet's lash. Her other breast was already covered by angry red stripes.

"Name girly, before you marry?"

"Marguerite Smith." She felt the tap between her red striped breasts. "No. Stop. Marguerite Rilley. That is my maiden name. I swear. Just don't hurt me again."

"You learn good. Now where you born?"

Marguerite told him. That and more. Her first memories. When she became aware of her sex. The time she walked in on her mother in bed with a man. Her first sex, quick and fumbling in her college dorm. She gave his name, and with some encouragement gave a detailed account. I had given him enough general information about her, that in her frightened state she must have thought he knew everything. Anhtuyet's lash kept her answers full and explicit. It was oddly stimulating to hear this woman divulge her innermost secrets.

"No, I never did anything with a girl. I have only been with two men. Actually one was just a boy and then my husband."

"Did you suck his cock?"

"Who? Oh, in college. No. Oh God no. I held and stroked it for him. He liked that. But that was all."

"How about husband. You suck for him?"

"No. Ahhhhh. Shit. You said you wouldn't hit me, if I told the truth. He wants me too, but I don't do that. I kissed it a little but I don't like to do those things. It's not... not natural."

"He suckie on you?"

"Who? Not John. Never. I wouldn't want him too anyway. I already told you how I like it, face to face. Loving. Tender kissing."

Blindfolded. The only thing she heard was Chao's voice in one ear. The only thing she felt was the touch of his baton followed by the sting of the lash. She may have told more than she wanted.

That was all Chao had to hear. "It not so bad girl. You learn to like." He tapped at her exposed mound. Anhtuyet dutifully covered it with the cat of nine tails. "Pussy very fun. Can make you cry with pain, sometime pleasure." Again he tapped where she trimmed her pubic mound.

Anhtuyet's lash was caught in mid stroke by Chao's grip. He took the lash from her hand and directed the teen's head to the whimpering girl. Chao was carrying the microphone stand with him as he walked around the stage. He pressed the button again. "First you got pain. Now get pleasure."

Anhtuyet inched closer, her back towards me. On her knees, Marguerite hung just right, but Anhtuyet continued, not stopping until she was completely under her. She leant backwards, her face upwards, giving all a clear view of her tongue probing the other woman's sex. Chao walked around them both. Like a meat inspector, he reached down to feel his merchandise.

Unhappy with what he found he produced a pocket knife to cut Anhtuyet's lace blouse away. He liked the feel of that so he continued, not stopping until Anhtuyet was also nude. All the while Anhtuyet was licking and slurping then burying her tongue deep, her lips wide open, cheeks concave as she sucked for sweet nectar. Marguerite's head fell back, her breast heaving, nipples making little shadows on her full tits. She continued to moan first in pain. Then much longer in embarrassed shame of being made to perform. Then ever so slowly, exactly when it changed was impossible to tell, but it had. Moans had changed to pleasure. Deep erotic, helpless pleasure cursing up through her. The dam burst. All of a sudden Anhtuyet's face was covered with her. She stopped to swallow, quickly wiping her nose with the back of her hand before again burring her face in Marguerite's snatch. Chao pranced around, directing an invisible orchestra, his baton swinging left and right. He paused between Anhtuyet's legs. Bending over backwards made it easy to diddle her with the baton, urging her on to even greater efforts.

With a crescendo she came. The microphone held to her lips filled the room with heaving moans of ecstasy cut off abruptly as she realized that she was crying out loud. A hush fell over the room. Only the high squeal of a tape in fast rewind was heard and the room again echoed with her love cries. Only this time Chao pressed the button. Form head to stomach she flushed red. Almost as intense as her whip marks.

Without pause Chao moved to the next act. "Suckee good for you. No? Now fancy lady learn how." He raised his generals baton and electric motors hummed. Slowly Marguerite's feet rose. She snapped her head around in alarm but her feet continued up until she was completely inverted.

Anhtuyet lay with legs waving eagerly in the air. A cushion raised her bottom, her head drooping upside down to the audience. The motors hummed again until Marguerite's face was lowered to her crotch. The Colonel, ever the showman, produced a black plastic cock. He waved it at the tables. "Yes?"

"YES! YES! YES!," they responded.

"No. Chao think too small." He raised a huge day-glow orange vibrator. The crowd did not need prompting to shout their approval. He threw the electrical plug to a stage hand and turned it on. The vibrator shook wildly in Chao's hand. For a moment even the hard-core thought it was for real until they saw him laugh.

"Poke the bloody bitch!," someone yelled above the laughter.

Chao shook a manicured finger at the culprit. "First girlie make love to my little tramp. Then after making sure the button was pressed, "You do good job. Anhtuyet best tramp. She come six, seven time. I no let her come anymore. But for stuck up lady, Okay."

Chao stood behind the inverted girl her legs folded and tied. A female Y with him in the middle. He gave her exposed sex a gentle love tap with the baton to get her started. She hung there for a second and then another. Chao made a big show of peering between her legs. "I think her tongue moves," he said. "Me not sure." Even little Anhtuyet raised her head to look.

"This no good, girly," he said looking truly disappointed. "Must do better. perhaps this help. You show big enthusiasm now or stuck up lady you get arrested for prostitution. Prostitution big crime in Thailand." Chao waved to the hysterical crowd, trying to get them to quiet down. "You get prison. Long time. Pretty French like you be extreme popular. Make many girly friends. You get police record. Send to British embassy, Interpol, your Scotland Yard, every place. Husband loose job. He no want whore wife. You be good girl now?"

"Go ahead and arrest me, you fat... Anything but this. I will tell the police..."

Chao delivered a stinging snap of his baton directly to her open pussy. Having regained her attention he continued, "Maybe whore try escape. Maybe guard hurt. Gangster whore bad biddness." Chao took a fat finger off the button until the howling and laughter died down to a bearable level. "Very bad. Send to military re-education camp. Upcountry, Chiang Mai province. Long time. Many year."

All it took was the mention of Chiang Mai. Women have a sense for these things. They pass it from one to another, like bees. She could guess would happen to a western girl in their camps. It must have been a hard choice for a diplomat's wife. But the thought of being an opium whore to the Thai Army was just too much.

Her body stirred and her mouth tasted sticky sweet teenage pussy. Anhtuyet's head fell back that beautiful mouth gapping open, her eyes smiling.

"No good. French girl lazy," Chao proclaimed. "Need something. Something to excite stuck up lady.." Chao circled the two women idly tapping the day-glow vibrator in his hand. "What to do?"

Drunk on lust and booze the club responded, "FUCK THE STUCK UP LADY! FUCK STUCK UP! FUCK STUCK UP!" Thoughtful Chao, held the microphone towards the tables, "Stuck up lady no hear you."

"STICK STUCK UP! STICK STUCK UP! STICK STUCK UP!,"

"Your friends want you fucked, Marguerite. You want to be fucked?"

"Nooo. PLEASE NO!" Marguerite screamed into Anhtuyet's vagina.

"Too bad stuck up lady. We play Bangkok rules. You get fucked now." With that, Chao plunged the orange vibrator deep into the woman. His microphone held to Anhtuyet's crotch caught every slurp and moan. The club filled with the unmistakable scream of a woman's penetration. "This help you show enthusiasm." He turned the base and the huge orange shaft hummed to life.

Marguerite's tits were shaking, her face distorted. Her every moan picked-up, amplified and echoed back. "Stuck up lady better. But still stuck up." Chao was waving the black dildo. "Lollipop doctor say ass very tight, no make good fuckee. Dildo in ass good medicine," he joked. "Stuck up lady, you open up now. You take in ass." He wet the dildo with his spit and worked the gleaming tool into her cheeks.

Marguerite's face was going through epileptic contortions as she concentrated on her bowels, but she did not cry. With one hand Chao kept pressure on the dildo, forcing it further in at her slightest quiver.

The motors hummed again and Marguerite was hoisted from a humping Anhtuyet. An Inverted cross of a female open for all. Her face flushed red from being upside down or from embarrassment, it was impossible to tell.

"Arms tire? I untie." The motors still hummed. "Legs sore?" With a swift tug, Chao undid the bandannas at her thighs. A little circle with his hand and the motor cut off. Her hands and feet just reached the stage. A stage hand hurried out, bowed to his master and turned to work the ropes. Her back arched, suspended by a single rope below her breast. The bird of prey had become feline. Soon that too was gone. Unsure of what to do with her newly found freedom, she waited on hands and knees, her once proud head lowered.

"Over there!," Chao commanded. A slap with the cat and she scampered to where his finger pointed. "Wait for me French whore girl," he ordered. "More open legs!"

"I work very hard. Need beer." He was working the crowd and they loved it. The contrast was erotic. He took a long pull on a cold Kloster, his khaki pants and shirt crisply starched. He looked like he should have been at the officers club. A few meters away Marguerite knelt obediently, trembling, nude and covered in sweat. Awaiting her fate.

I had let Roxanne take a break, turning her around so she could see her daughter being eaten on stage. But I was bursting now. I pulled her back to me. Taking a handful of hair I rammed her mouth on me not stopping until her lips were in my hair. Looking around I noticed that every female in the place was being used in some way.

Chao tapped his baton against his leg and swaggered the few steps to stand over her. He held the full bottle of Kloster over her head, looking to his audience. They chanted `yes' and he emptied the bottle over her. A loud "WOOOO" came from the back of the club. The locals were thrilled by the ultimate humiliation of a westerner.

"Now get up whore girl. Go to bar, across room, in back. Bring Thai hot sauce back."

With the red bandanna still over her taped eyes Chao pushed a frightened Marguerite into the crowd. Bravely she tottered forward. Beer ran in little streams over her breasts. Nipples were hard and erect. Tiny steps, her hands outstretched, directly into a table she bumped. Then hands reached for her. Her scream was deafening. Drunken hands pawed at her breasts, between her legs, her ass, all over they groped, probing, penetrating. Chao's constantly joking, keeping her moving ever so slowly with countless detours to other tables more penetrating fingers, around the room eventually towards the bar in back. I noticed she was walking with feet apart. The constant fingering too abusive otherwise. The bartender put the dark bottle in her shaking hand, wrapping her fingers tightly around its narrow neck. He turned the trembling girl toward the stage and gently pushed her into the sea of drunken men.

Every man had felt John Strangway's wife by the time Chao lifted her back unto the stage. Most had fingered her cunt. Some with a fist, others her ass. Like a good girl she handed the little bottle to the big man. "On hands, whore girl." Almost tenderly his large hand on her shoulders pushed her down on hands and knees.

The crowd had been hooting and hollering throughout the show. But now they went wild with anticipation. Chao was pouring Thai hot sauce over the black dildo. That stuff had been known to make grown men cry. He held the plastic straight up, the pepper sauce ran down its length over his hands.

"Whore, girl. You stay on floor. Understand? Move around Ok, but no get up." Chao knelt down beside her taking her body in a wrestlers lock. Men stood up and gathered around the stage for a better look.

Not really understanding what was about to happen but trying to please, Marguerite nodded her head. Chao shook the excess from the dildo then with a twisting motion screwed the gleaming black rod into the girl's ass. His grip on her held for three, four, five seconds then in a screaming wild spasm she broke free. Diving a meter away, flat on her breasts, she scrambled to pull the fire from her ass. It flew against the wall, shattering on impact. Rolling over, the fire still burning within her, she cursed. Her hands pulled at her cheeks as if trying to rip herself in half. Around and around the stage she scampered dragging her ass on the floor, then on her knees pausing only to roll over before charging off, howling, on hands and legs, ass on fire high in the air. For five minutes she scurried on the floor oblivious to everything but her ass. I got up onstage and tackled her pinning her chest to the floor. Taking a Kloster, I shook it good and hard and shoved the foaming neck into her. I could see the relief cross her face.

I found the little connector and plugged it back into the microphone. When I knew she could hear me, I told her, "You did well. You only have one more show tonight."

Lollipop's -- Family quarrel

It was rather nice upstairs over the club. I stood on Chao's little terrace overlooking the Boulevard of the Tiger. At 5 am Joytown is as quite as it gets. The hard core are stumbling drunk from the club spilling into the street. They shout and throw beer bottles against the building. In ones and twos the foreigners stumble towards their bus. Others with varying amounts of success head off to find a flop house, some place to crash for a few hours until the next show. Down below a bus loads for the long tiring haul back to civilization. To a different life. I wondered if there is an empty seat.

The far end of the street is quiet. The large sprawling building dark. Candyland is closed.

In a few hours the train will arrive. New buses will come, both emptying more of the world's hard core low life's and two time losers onto the Boulevard of the Tiger. All seeking that ultimate of decadent thrills. The real life fantasy.

"No. I can't." I wave off Chao's offer of yet another beer but turn to join him. We are standing our backsides against the railing looking into the room.

"You want sit down, Joe?"

"No, I just need to get some air. It's cooler out here."

"Too bad `bout Vopat's. British embassy send inspector. He watch Candyland like hawk. Think British subjects in danger or something. I Colonel. I got responsibility. Got to shut down Vopat. Just biddness, Joe. Just biddness. You understand."

He wasn't asking.

We watched the girls in silence for a moment. Two girls were wrestling another into position. One a redhead a striking beauty, tall and elegant, very butch. A spiked red leather collar and bossy. The other had a round face, young and sweet. Always following the redhead's lead.

"You not getting sentimental, Joe?"

"No not me." Chao was puffing on some God awful cigar. "It don't bother me none."

"That good, Joe. Some go soft after while. Do strange things. Find religion. One guy, Milch, Austrian, strange man. He go upcountry to convert hill tribes. Slaver converting hill people." Chao laughed at the thought. "Never see him again. Too bad, he owe me plenty. "

"It doesn't seem to bother some," I stated. Marguerite was putting up quite a struggle but she was no match for the butch redhead and her girl friend. The two girls had her up again on hands and knees. Their bare breasts jiggled delightfully with the effort. It was all they could do to hold her. The redhead called for help. She wanted Anhtuyet to open Marguerite's pussy but Annie just held her daughter tighter.

"It no bother me," Chao said. I guessed that not much would. "They all mine now. My children. They look to me to provide for them. And they so grateful."

Annie sat against the far wall, her arms clutching Anhtuyet to her chest. Her daughter was totally absorbed by the spectacle before her. Little Sarah was growing up to be the perfect slut.

"See Jan-Jan and her lezzie friend there," Chao pointed. "I lease them from Vopat. Give good terms. Option to buy. He no need show act anymore. I do. Jan-Jan no need encouragement. She trained now. She turn Mandy into lezzie. Pussy love." Chao made a disgusting gesture with his tongue.

Jan-Jan. Stafford. No it was Stanford. Janice Stanford and Amanda Boyd only they were Jan-Jan and Manda now. Old friends adjusted to their new roles. Chao would have me believe they were part of his family. They may even think so. Even Sarah but definitely not Marguerite. She was getting the brunt of Jan-Jan's attention right now. Held by her ears, her face pressed tightly between Jan-Jan's bare breasts. Control the head and the body will follow. The redhead's back was towards me. Now I knew where the scrapes on her shoulders came from.

"One day you just know, Joe. It in their eyes. In their cunt. You feel it when they wrap legs around your back. She belong to you and she know it. She no want to go back. Now, Anhtuyet trained very good but Annie still much independent. That not good, Joe."

"I know, bad biddness."

Manda patted the shoulders of the prone girl and pushed her down a little lower to get the angle right. The german shepherd slurped at her exposed pussy and mounted the whimpering Marguerite. With an ease that comes from practice, he worked into the female pussy. That damn dog was probably getting more pussy than me. The other shepherd, was it Philip or James, was feeling a little left out. It was James the one with the bigger cock. James sniffed Manda's familiar sex and nuzzled her stomach. She immediately rolled over on all fours. James was ready to mount his bitch when his nose perked up, twitching in the air. The fresh sweet scent of Anhtuyet. The big shepherd nuzzled his snout between the teenager's legs as her mother tired desperately to lure him away with her own sex.

"See they need me. A family quarrel." Chao laughed at his little joke. He flicked the cigar over the rail and swaggered off to restore order in his family.

He was right, they can't go back. Not now, not ever. They have gone too far done too much. How could you ever expect them to moan in delight, to climax when hubby rolls over for his five minutes. Not after Joytown. But you could say the same for me. Once you get on the bus, you got to go all the way.

I took a deep breath and picked up the camcorder. A wide shot panning around the room. Chao was standing in the center, directing, a tower of discipline and order. Anhtuyet dutifully took her position to accept James. Marguerite, head thrown back in that curious female condition where pain, humiliation and ecstasy get all confused. I walked slowly around to shoot Jan-Jan getting off on the power of it all while her petite Manda squirmed under the dog and girl to snuggle her face in her lover's crotch. I panned over and let the camera linger on Annie's distressed expression.

Over Chao's shouting, the moaning, and the crying, I heard an old engine start up and labor slowly through the gears. The last bus just left.

Lollipop's -- Seeing is Believing

"Does he love you?" It was difficult talking with her. I had to shout and even then she would miss parts. Most of the wax had been dug from her ears, but Doc was right, she would have to soak in a few hot baths before she got all her hearing back.

"Me? Of course. More than anything!" She was as self confident as before, if anything, more so. That is why it was so difficult to get Chao to give her up. Each act was a new conquest. A defiant woman to be broken again. Still some demon deep inside kept her from giving in, taking the easy way out, accepting her new status as Chao's sex slave.

"Do you think he will still love you if he knew?" She was quiet needing time to come to grips with it. Her gloved hand went to the back of her neck, unused to being so bare back there. I had liked her hair long. The way it flew when she shimmered in the throws of orgasm. But Chao wanted a crowd pleaser for the last act, so he hacked it off and hung her hair on his wall. It was a different look for her but her natural beauty made even a hacked butch cut look good. Quite a woman, Marguerite. I had stripped her earlier, I just couldn't get enough of that bod. I had played with the idea of keeping her for myself but I didn't need both Vopat and Chao after my ass. Fun but definitely not healthy.

We sat, the two of us alone, in Vopat's plush limo. I wanted her to know that I was serious about letting her go. She looked like she was sleeping but I knew she was still thinking about him. The surgical tape was still holding. Her eyes had been taped shut for three days now. Chao kept gloves on her in between her three stage shows a day, to keep her from picking at the tape.

"I don't think any man would. Not after all the things you have done. Damn, you could make a Chiang Mai whore puke. Here see for yourself."

It was time. I pulled my own mask on and pulled her head into my lap. It took a few minutes to get the tape off. Then I turned Vopat's VCR on. I wanted her first sight in three days to be something she would remember.

It was a little grainy and jumped a bit from all the cuts, but there she was, Marguerite on the little screen, stooped down dripping in beer and worse, playing kiss the dick in a circle of drunken Africanos. Beer dripped from her nipples and ran down to her vagina where Anhtuyet lay, eagerly lapping up the golden dew from her clit. She missed the first bit while she squinted, her eyes adjusting to the light. So I replayed it for her. Then I pressed fast forward, the screen a blur of skin tones. It stopped and the screen filled with Marguerite's blindfolded face, smiling as the camera pulled back, the smile the beginning of an orgasm. An earth shaker. Behind her a man with heavy stomach hanging down in a fold was humping happily away.

"Enough. Enough. Please turn it off."

"There is nothing you can do. You don't know who we are or even where you are. We have the tape. How would you feel if a copy appeared in the ambassador's mail. What would that do to John. Do you think he would like it?"

"All you have to do is go back to you husband and don't tell him anything. You are a woman, you can do it. He thinks that you and your old friend, Adrien, were touring the National Museum in Phnom Penh."

"Did you.? You didn't hurt her did you?"

"She is just fine. And will be, unless you give us a reason to look her up."

"Here is a bag of souvenirs that you can show him." Marguerite opened the gym bag and pulled out a T-shirt. Inside were the usual assortment of trinkets even canceled train tickets. "Wear it. You paid for it. We charged it all on your credit cards, even meals and hotel bills. There are some nice pictures in there too. The faces are a little hard to see, but it looks like two girls having a good time. Oh yeah, you paid 450 baht for that fashionable hair styling. The receipt is in the bag."

"Would you like to be our guest again? Say in a week or two, or perhaps next summer? London, Paris, your home, its OK, we will fly you back here. You and John can't hide. Don't worry we will find you anywhere."

If you do not want to see us again. Never again. All you have to do Mrs. Marguerite Strangway, is to get your husband to stay at home. He is to never leave Bangkok again, until you decide to leave the country. And then you must never return. Do you understand? Good. Now repeat it to me."

She did and she agreed. I knew she was a smart girl.

Lollipop's -- Going South

I had to get away, after returning a well used Marguerite Strangway to an unknowing hubby.

There is something about decadence that appeals to me. It must have something to do with selling vagina's. It feeds on itself. Once you start, you need more and more to keep the faces away at night.

Vopat is my buddy again. He is all smiles since Strangway left. The heat is off, Chao lifted the restrictions, everyone is rolling in baht again. In fact Vopat is so happy that Candyland has reopened, he loaned me the limo for my vacation.

A little working vacation was in order. A couple of weeks in a decadent luxury beach resort in Samui does wonders. So does warm sunshine by the pool while sipping a vodka collins with a beautiful woman. Mom lounged in the recliner at my side. I reached over and rubbed tanning lotion on her bare breasts, her skin warm to my fingers. I worked the oil around the hoops in her nipples, the piercing still sore from last night. Across the pool the family stared and talked among themselves. I took hold of Roxanne's bikini and tugged the bottom tight into her snatch. Annie knew what was expected. She slid her legs wider apart causing even more commotion across the pool. The lady gathered up her children and shooed them away. She had to call twice to get her husband to follow.

Annie has been behaving like a good girl. I can trust her now that she is reunited with Anhtuyet, I mean Sarah. I won't permit her to talk to strangers but I put her under strict orders not to refuse anything of any man. It makes our visits to the nightclubs very interesting. I have insurance that she won't try anything stupid. Upstairs, Sarah waits spread eagle, locked in my suite.

At first, Colonel Chao was not too happy at loosing both his top act and Anhtuyet. But a deal was a deal. Anyway he had made enough money off Marguerite. In the end, I agreed to take on a little job for him. He would pick up my expenses in return for a new act.

I leaned back and put my Ray Ban's on. A bell boy, his arms full of flowered luggage came through the double doors. Behind him, a shapely blonde followed. She held a matching makeup case in both hands.

"Its so dreamy! Not at all like California." She passed directly in front of me, white shoes clicking on the tiles, a summer fragrance in the air. Beautiful.

"Hurry up, Elsbeth. I can hardly wait."

"I'm coming, sis!" Elsbeth, in tight shorts, scurried after them.

Damn! Twins! It will be a shame to cut my vacation short.

The End