Bangkok Confidential (closed for siobhancan99)

[siobhancan99]

As if his thoughts were tied into her mind, he felt her tense. Her strong thighs locked against his head, and he could feel her and see her lock up, whining softly in the back of her throat. That tension seemed to grow with each flick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers, till it erupted, her muscles all firing at once. Her hips bucked, smashing herself against his lips for a moment with almost bruising force. She gasped, tugging hard at his hair, her body twisting slightly on the bed, then a slight shudder rocking through her. It was almost imperceptible and wouldn't have been visual, but he could feel it against him as she let go.

Her moans turned low, and suddenly sensitive she pulled away from his mouth and fingers. The smell of her arousal was thick in the air, and a look of desire and a little surprise written across her features "well. Guess you can" she laid back, closing her eyes, and he could see little twitches here and there for a moment "mmmm fuck."

 

[ericrodman101]

Miranda came explosively, her legs crossed behind Henry’s head, her pussy pressed hard into his face. He was used to making women cum, but they were mostly sweet, innocent young things. He liked to feel them shiver like a leaf, then squeal girlishly while he admired his handiwork. But Miranda’s orgasm was all on her own terms. He might have eaten her pussy, but trapped between her legs and unable to extract himself, Henry worried for a moment that he might expire in his own bed, asphyxiated between a lesbian’s thighs. It was an end which hadn’t figured in his compositions when he imagined his epitaph.

And whereas the young women he brought to climax tended to smell of the latest fashionable vaginal deodorant, Miranda smelled of raw, untrammelled sex. She had the scent of having been freshly fucked orally. Earthy and honest, like newly turned soil maybe. Like women smelled before corporations decided that nature could be improved upon.

He considered struggling to his feet, pushing against his shackles, but as Miranda mumbled satisfyingly he thought better of it. Let her come down, relax and open the gate. She’s not going anywhere in a hurry.

And as he contemplated having his turn Henry suddenly realized he didn’t have any condoms.

 

[siobhancan99]

Miranda lay on the bed, faint sheen of sweat on her skin despite the chill. She folded herself up, then reached for his cock. "get a condom and you can fuck me" she leaned over, sucking him into her mouth again. She took him all the way, letting him sit in her throat a moment, then slid back, slowly moving her lips along the shaft of his dick to get him nice and hard again. She looked up at him, expression reading 'fuck me' as her eyes bored into his. Her hand slid down to his smooth balls, cradling them, supporting them as she fucked him with her mouth. She sat back then, releasing him with a soft pop and pushed her tits together teasingly. "Unless you just wanna fuck my tits. I know some guys are into that. Nothing feels dumber by the way." She laughed "but if you know, that's what gets you off..." she jiggled them at him, then leaned down and sucked his cock back into her mouth with a moan. Her eyes closed and her lips sealed around his shaft as she descended, taking him deep again, swallowing over and over, her big round ass pushed up in the air, swaying temptingly from side to side.

 

[ericrodman101]

Even as Henry realized there were no condoms, Miranda was asking him to put one on. And then sucked his cock while he was trying to think of the words to tell her it wasn't going to happen. It was an even better mouth fuck than the one before she'd cum. Long, deep and slow, holding him way back in her mouth, making eye contact, maybe even a little smile. He was having trouble focusing on just about everything. She cradled his balls then spitting out his cock, played with her tits. She wanted him to fuck her. And why not? He was a great looking guy. No point kidding yourself. The young coeds lined up to open their legs and let him fuck them, and not just because he was faculty. Surely. But they were all on the pill, he thought. He didn't need condoms.

"Unless you wanna fuck my tits," Miranda said laughing. Henry didn't want to fuck her tits. Could he tell her that? It didn't matter as she sucked his cock again. This crazy lesbian wanted him real bad. She was swallowing him hard, taking him into her throat bit by bit. He could feel his sap rising. Deep throating was something coeds were less capable of doing. No matter how hard you tried it with younger women, experience always told. You either had to force it down, risking that they puked everywhere, or give up. And what red blooded guy looking down at his cock punching into a pretty young thing's mouth isn't going to go for the prize?

"Um...Miranda...I haven't got...there aren't any condoms...unless..." But what would a lesbian be doing carrying condoms? "I forgot to pack them and came straight to the apartment. And I don't want to fuck your tits." There. He'd said it. She didn't look disappointed. After all, she'd said nothing felt dumber. "But I want to fuck you," he said. Up the ass..... Had he said that out loud? Miranda had her eyes shut and her lips sealed round his organ. "I want to fuck you up the ass."

 

[siobhancan99]

Miranda looked up at him, nonplussed "I want a god damn flying unicorn. Find me one and you can fuck me up the ass" She had a grip on his cock "Look at this thing. You think this monster belongs up an ass? What the fuck is wrong with you? There's literally nothing about that that seems appealing. I'll just suck you off. OR you can jerk off I guess? I mean what kind of guy doesn't you know. Have condoms? I admit its been a few years but they were all the rage."


She toyed with him a little, fingers brushing his shaft, the thumb circling the head of his cock "Do you have grab on your phone?" She was being a little snarky now "we could wait an hour and some guy on a moped could bring you a pack." She rolled her eyes and laughed "Because this" she rolled over "is going to remain cockless. Anal isn't about pleasure its about power." She shot a look over her shoulder at him, eyes smoldering with lust or anger or both "and well, its been fun doctor, but... I got mine. So... I'm gonna head out unless you decide you want to finish in my mouth. Or hands or something."

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry listened to Miranda's tirade and her rejection of anal sex all the while thinking how incredibly sexy she was. Young girls just bent over for him, opened their legs and let him use whatever hole took his fancy, not always without complaint, but with compliance. Yet here was this overweight lesbian telling him what he was and wasn't going to get from her like he was some nerdy college kid negotiating with a street whore over what she'd do for a dollar.

And all the while Miranda spoke she toyed with his cock. Saying no yet stimulating him at the same time. And what the fuck was the unicorn thing all about?

She was right about the condoms. It was a stupid mistake. Although he had expected to nap for a bit on arrival before finding a bar, one that sold condoms, and employing them as soon as he could.

"Listen honey," he said, trying to adopt a tone which laid down the law without causing her to take her hand off his cock, let alone head out. "I'm not waiting an hour for fucking condoms. So why don't you accept the inevitable and let me fuck the cobwebs out of your asshole?" Fuck! That wasn't the tone.

 

[siobhancan99]

"I thought PhD's were smart" she raked her nails over his ball sack "Because my hands are precipitously close to your balls you twat." She rolled her eyes at Henry, then got up "I'm gonna head out. There's a fruit vendor a block from your apartment. Maybe buy a cantaloupe and fuck that if you're so intent on sticking your cock somewhere it doesn't belong. Douchebag." She bent, looking for her clothes, bringing her hand up like she might painfully flick his balls for a moment before just resigning herself to grabbing her top and starting to shrug herself back into it "thanks for reaffirming my life choices by the way."

 

[ericrodman101]

"Cantaloupe." Henry fell backwards as Miranda stepped off the bed and bent to pick up her clothes. "What the fuck, lady?"

He was losing his temper now. He liked to stay in control and could feel it deserting him.

"You fucking pursue me to my apartment, suck my fucking cock, wave your fucking ass in my face, and now....now...you're playing prissy Miss No Anal? Jesus fucking cock tease!"

He put both hands on her shoulders and pushed Miranda back onto the bed.

"Just roll over like a good slut, open your legs and we'll both have a good fucking time. Here," he said, grabbing at the tube of sunscreen. "I'll lube myself up. You won't feel a fucking thing."

 

[siobhancan99]

Miranda snorted "yeah, well. not feeling a thing is why I gave up on men so... not shocked" he could see her cheeks squeeze together though, for all her bravado she seemed nervous about it. Her hands landed on the bed, but she didn't push herself off. He could see her cheeks tense and relax, then tense again when the squirting sound of the bottle of sunscreen filled the room. She swallowed and wriggled her hips, looking back at him "you're... you're not really gonna stick sunscreen up my butt are you?" She bit her lip and tugged at the duvet, looking forward again. "I mean can't we get some real lube?" But there wasn't somewhere nearby. He was in a classy part of town and there wasn't any immediate retail space in the first floor of his building. When he spread her cheeks he could see her virgin little pucker, tense in anticipation, locked like Fort Knox. It might require at least a little coaxing to open.

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry squirted sunscreen liberally on his hands. The farting noise of the bottle seemed to give Miranda pause. He saw her flush, then tense, her hands on the bed, not pushing herself up to escape, but bracing perhaps. And then that hip wriggle. All this saying 'no' so vehemently, but with a hip wriggle?

"You're not really gonna stick sunscreen up my butt are you?" she asked over her shoulder. Henry decided not to reply, just stay mysteriously silent, finish lubing his cock, and squirt some more sunscreen onto his hands. He had no idea if he could get lube in a hurry any more than condoms, and he had no intention of phoning the concierge. He leaned down, put his hands under her hips, pulled her thighs open and examined the prize. Nothing about the neat little puckered spot suggested anything as big as his erect cock had ever been up there before. Miranda clenched tight, shivering a little, holding the position as if inviting him to keep going.

He placed the fingers of both hands on her ass and leaned down. "You're one tight little buttfuck virgin," he said, pushing himself inside, first one hand, then the other, taking her before she had time to react. "Tight as fuck, honey. Relax. Just relax. You're a big girl about to find out how good it feels to fuck and not make babies."

Leaving one hand inside her ass up to the top knuckles, Henry stretched his fingers wide until he could see enough of her angrily red anal passage to take his cock which he held in his other hand. She was as ready to accommodate him as she was going to be, so he stepped up between where her legs hung over the bed, and pushed his cock head inside.

 

[siobhancan99]

Miranda groaned as the cock pushed up into her bowels. Fuck it was big and her body squeezed, doing its level best to stop it from burying in her tightest of holes. "you bastard" she choked out, groaning, straining, squeezing. Ironically each squeeze helped her iron muscles relax as the cock rested in her asshole, making it possible for him to work a little deeper "you fucking bastard" she bit her lip and whined softly. Her asshole was stretched like never before, tight as a drum around his massive cock. She whimpered softly, gripping, trying instinctively to push it out as he violated her. She gripped the duvet, tugging hard at it with clawed fingers "fuck its so big its so fucking big. you fucking dick" She groaned again, her muscles twitching, spasming, working to push him out but... she couldn't push him out. Instead his massive member claimed her ass like some kind of conquistador, planting a flagpole in the fertile ground her virgin asshole.

"you fucking bastard' she grumbled again, then reached back. Her hand started toying with her pussy and she started controlling her breath, trying to relax around the intruder in her tightest of places. At first he couldn't really move inside her, but as she squeezed and squeezed again her muscles lost some of their grip, and he felt himself able to slide through her backside, to move through ehr deliciously round rump as she lay on the bed beneath him, jilling herself off through her hate.

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry had fucked ass before. Girls and guys. It was probably his favorite position, kneeling or on his haunches, behind a raised ass, his partner on their front, no eye contact, just pounding away. It was the tightness, the rawness, the dominating physical pleasure of popping the sphincter, and overcoming the instinctive rejection of the recipient from having such a large object intruding into their ass.

Miranda had been no different. He felt her resist, her body squirming and pulling away from the intruder. He felt her squeeze him tight once he was inside her, the way a body counter-intuitively tried to push the cock back out, but by squeezing only aided its passage further and deeper along the anal passage.

But what he really liked about Miranda was the way she verbalized. It was enough that she had rejected the idea of his fucking her ass before they'd done it, all the while getting into a position where it became inevitable. And then as he fucked her, she called out, swearing, calling him a bastard. Girls, and some guys, usually just squealed. Or asked you to fuck them harder, not really wanting you to, but thinking it was what you wanted to hear. Henry loved it when the hot young students he fucked up the ass squealed. It was a confirmation that he was hitting the target. But there was something about being called a bastard that he liked too. Probably because he was a bastard and Miranda really meant it. Maybe next time he fucked someone up the ass he'd ask them to call him a bastard.

 

[siobhancan99]

Miranda's ass bounced with the force of his thrusts as he roughly sodomized her. Her snarling became acquiescence though, her hips pushing back to take him even if just to finish him quicker. Every time his hips slapped into her soft bottom it rocked with the impact, rippling pleasingly as he took her deep and hard. Her hand moved between her legs, rubbing her pussy, trying to relax, to get what pleasure she could. She groaned, pressing her face into her arm as he took her. Her ass was tight as a drum, the muscles gripping him and resisting every time he pushed deeper into her bowels. She groaned "you fucking bastard." her body straining a bit as she felt his cock drive home.

The fat head of his cock dragged through her soft innards, pushing deep, deeper than anyone had ever been in her. "I fucking hate you" She moaned out, but kept rubbing, her fingers a blur against her lips and clit. Her ass rocked, shifting to take him all the way, the sounds of her moans and recriminations mingling with the steady slap of flesh on flesh as he filled her butt, took her roughly. Dominated her like she was unused to.

 

[ericrodman101]

"I fucking hate you."

Miranda's anger almost caused Henry to break his rhythm. He was close to cumming, anyway, hot and hard and ready to coat this surprising woman's accommodating nether regions with his seed. But her promoting him from bastard to hated one was enough to push him to the edge. The only thing better than a hard, deep, no-eye contact ass fuck, was adding hate to the mix. The best hate fucks were the stupid young things who flounced into his office after he'd marked down one of their essays, who wanted to cry or yell, or accuse him of bullying or discrimination, or, heaven fucking forbid, misogyny, and ended butt up across his desk while he pounded his contempt into their tight asses.

She hated him. So much so that Miranda had to keep rubbing her own pussy, her own clit to heighten her displeasure, he noted.

"I fucking hate you too, honey," he said, holding his breath and stilling his cock just to finish the sentence, a final ripple breaking over her fleshy ass like wind in a wheatfield, before he came. He felt the warm rush, the loss of control, the spasm and then he was pumping semen into the warm, wet darkness. He imagined the cock head opening and closing, regulating each pulse of goo, on-off-on, the sticky fluid splashing against the soft walls of her rectum, running down the sides and pooling where no ovum would ever be in danger of being broken open the way Henry had broken Miranda open.

In contemplation of his orgasm, he'd envisaged withdrawing and cumming across her face or even inside her mouth. Was she an ass-to-mouth kinda girl? Like so many startled young coeds whose pert mouths he soiled with his cum and their ass juices? Maybe not. Too mature. Too independent. Too worldly wise to be fooled into such a depraved finale by a mere male.

Still, it was worth a try. Miranda could hardly hate him any more than she already did. Henry pushed deep, squeezing a last pulse of semen from his cock and withdrew, pleasing himself when she caught her breath at being emptied as rapidly as he'd entered her.

"Honey," he said, "How about cleaning me up in your fucking mouth?"

 

[siobhancan99]

Miranda groaned softly as he emptied into her ass. Her hand moved still, swift circles against her lips and clit. She shuddered with the release of another orgasm, her body tightening around his turgid cock as she came again. She arched a little, then settled, her asshole pushing at his softening cock, again instinctively trying to expel the invader into her tightest and most sacred of regions.

As he pulled out she whimpered, and he could see her ring trying to close and get back into some semblance of its normal state. She kept herself on her stomach, afraid of what might happen if she stood. She squeezed and squeezed again, laying there, humiliated, not really sure what to say and that was written across her face. When she was more herself he spoke and she blinked at his words.

"Dr. Dalton, you have got to be the dumbest mother fucker on earth if you are willing to put that thing anywhere near my teeth." She scrambled up and then scurried hurriedly off to the bathroom, calling out "fuck you" before he heard the sounds of her taking care of things and then the sound of the shower running.

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry sat behind the desk at the front of the classroom, watching his students file in. Grad students first, undergrads later. This morning would be meet and greet before getting down to the real business of teaching. As the young men and women took their seats he went back over in his mind the activities of yesterday, his first day in Bangkok.

After fucking Miranda up the ass, he'd laid on the bed listening to her shower. So she wasn't an ass-to-mouth kinda girl after all. Oh well, not everything was perfect or went your way. She'd emerged from the shower, dressed and left, ignoring Henry as he lay on the bed naked and stroked himself, keeping himself hard just in case she relented. Not even a goodbye. Just an expressionless nod like she'd just been using the bathroom and they hadn't just been intimate. Intimate! The word made him smile. It sounded like such a euphemism. Intimate. Fucking. Anal. He realized the students were looking up at him quizzically, at the broad grin on is face. He looked down and shuffled his papers. His cock was hard in his slacks. Fucking Miranda!

The students were a mix of locals and westerners. Post grads so not straight out of high school. Not the pretty, naive, nubile types he expected in the next class. But many good looking, attractive young people all the same. And where was Miranda?

 

[siobhancan99]

In the class were two older students he could assume were his TA's. Both grad students. A Thai man named Arjit. Arjit was well dressed, and slouched insouciantly against the wall, thumbing through a dog eared copy of some Thai novel that Henry couldn 't make out the title of at that distance. Arjit was dark-complected, with the short straight hair so endemic in asian men. His clothes spoke of money, as did his strange course of study for a native Thai. English speaking literature was not exactly at the forefront of the concerns of a people who had a rich literary history of their own. It was the kind of wasteful degree a man of leisure might pursue. When he fished out his keys to open a bottle, Henry could make out the Porsche key ring. So a poser and a douchebag... or just a douchebag maybe? Still, a flash of his half unbuttoned shirt revealed a toned chest and the hint of abs. When he looked up, he smirked, perhaps catching the aching throb of Henry's cock straining against his suit pants.

His compatriot was an American of Thai extraction. Sarai he thought. He remembered from the brief email outlining his staff that she was a doctoral student like the missing Miranda, and had been rejected for her thesis already by her dissertation committee. She had dressed well for the first day of class, but without the practiced ease of Arjit. She wore an A-line black skirt and a white top. Her long hair was pulled back in a thick braid and her flawless skin was largely without makeup, save for her crimson lips. Still, it was apparent from her demeanor she wasn't born to nice things and he could practically smell the desperation on her. He could be the deciding vote on her PhD after all. She was immediately at his side, asking if he needed her to hand anything out to the class.

The class of undergrads was a mixed bag. Half were Thai natives looking to polish their English for work in banks or other international business, half were Americans who came to Thailand no doubt lured by its famous licentiousness, only to find out marijuana was easier to get in Colorado. In other words, not that bright. Some few of them wore signs that their pastiche spirituality was embracing some degree of Buddhism. A few hippie girls here and there, a long haired dude with prayer beads on his wrist.

Despite the AC, the room was hot with so many people in it. Most students by the end of the lecture had some degree of sweaty flesh on display. A veritable smorgasboard of distaff and male flesh, all hinting at more without showing the full goods.

After class, with Arjit and Sarai in tow, he went to find his office. There, outside of Dr. Saetang's office (his department chair) he found a mid-twenties white girl. She was small, 5'4 or so and probably a 0 or 00. Just a touch too busty to be an A cup angel, with pierced brows, nostril, and a dozen piercings in each ear. Cheap silver rings adorned each finger, except for one with a spectacular diamond ring on it. Her clothes were expensive, but simply tailored. Her brown hair was in a ragged pixie-cut, assymetrical with her bangs falling over her left eye. On her desk was a series of pictures of her with hair of various colors, along with a Thai looking boy with green hair, outside of various spots in Boston. Finally there was a picture of her dressed to the nines standing next to him in an expensive suit outside of one of the larger banks in Bangkok. A placard on her desk said "Erin O'Malley."

She looked up and smiled "Dr. Dalton." She rose "I apologize for not meeting you yesterday myself, but I do not work before nine or after five, on weekends or holidays. That's why I sent Miranda to let you into your apartment." She took him around, showing him the facilities "I'm Dr. Saetang's assistant, and the office manager. I am not your secretary and I do not take messages or dictation. I speak fluent Thai and Mandarin though, and I am your lifeline to both the IT department and your students with poor English skills. Feel free to let me know when you need something along those lines."

She took him into a surprisingly generous office with a heavy door. "There are some wall hangings to help keep it quiet in here. I should warn you, Thais are very conservative outside of those that aren't, so... before you have this door closed with one of your students... make sure you have a good measure of them" her look said she might be aware of why he'd left America, but she was discrete enough not to mention it.

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry enjoyed meeting his class. He was a people person, albeit one who looked for sexual interest and availability in everyone he met. And he'd dressed the part, tight trousers and shirt half unbuttoned as if to say 'only a few more buttons to go'. One guy, Arjit, had caught his eye, a Thai man, expensively dressed and like henry, shirt unbuttoned. Arjit had a beautiful chest, smooth and muscled, but not overly so. Toned. A man who took care of himself. And shorter than Henry which was just how the American liked his sexual partners.

Arjit kept company with an Asian American student called Sarai. Unlike Arjit, Sarai didn't appear wealthy and he wondered what was their mutual attraction. Sex probably. Maybe Sarai put out to Arjit in return for sponsorship. Maybe they were both available. He would find out soon enough.

Unlike the postgrads who looked businesslike at least, the undergrads looked like a bunch of wayward seniors on a summer camp. He could almost smell the drugs on them. Which probably explained why they were here. Cheap tuition and cheap weed. He just hoped none of them had piqued the interest of the authorities. The Thais had mixed feelings about drug use, and zero tolerance for trafficking. But marijuana had its uses, especially for a an older man with authority hoping to bed his charges. A little relaxation went a long way in the bedroom. Or the classroom, the office, the alley, wherever you decided to move on them.

Arjit and Sarai offered to show him round. A good sign, Henry thought. Images of fucking them both flashed through his head. He let them walk ahead of him, watching their bodies and butts move alluringly inside their clothes as they traversed the corridors.

Outside the department head's office, they stopped at the reception desk, behind which sat a small Western woman who looked like she'd stepped straight from one of those 'get me out of the jungle' reality TV shows. Henry was suffering from the heat and just let the strange woman prattle, something about her role and how unhelpful she aimed to be, except for translation if he needed it. For some reason he kept thinking how untrustworthy she sounded.

Her name was Erin. She showed him into his office and then as he wondered how soon he could shut his eyes for a few moments, she warned him about fraternizing with the students. At least that's what he thought she said. What the fuck did she know about him? Or was he just being paranoid?

And where was Miranda? He remembered she hadn't been in class.

"Is Miranda ill?" he asked. She'd seemed fine when she left yesterday, if a little aloof after their slight misunderstanding. Or maybe she'd tried to stand this morning and been too sore after their anal tryst. The recall made him smile a little too broadly. Erin was looking at him strangely.

 

[siobhancan99]

Erin favored him with a cool look. "Miranda has come down with a little something. Maybe something she ate." She leaned against the wall and looked around his office "I'm sure she will bounce back. She's quite resilient, Miranda. I'm sure her girlfriend will have her sorted out and back to work in no time. I mean, if you're anxious to read her work or something." She grinned and slipped out, letting Arjit in after her. The grad student looked around, then fanned his shirt a little, taking advantage of the much cooler environs of the office. He sat so his tight pants showed off an impressive bulge, and stared at Dalton as if daring or commanding him to look. After a moment he fished a pack of cigarettes out and tapped it a few times against his hand before opening it. He tucked it away after taking a single smoke out. He didn't move to light it, just holding it in his hand "Trying to quit" he said in thickly accented English.

He leaned forward, still holding the smoke in his hand. He stared at Dalton as if sizing him up, then leaned back in his chair again "So. What's your deal man? What did you do that you gotta teach halfway around the world from where you are from? Or are you you know... discovering your roots or some western bullshit?" His words were challenging, but his tone was light. Maybe a little too light for a subordinate. He retained the air of the son of a house of privilege. "Your predecessor was run out of here for being a freak man. Like a real freak. He's in a Thai prison. They caught him with an entire fucking bale of Marijuana man. Flew it in on his shitty little plane." he fumbled with a lighter, then realizing it was in his hand he put it back in his pocket. "You a party guy? I can take you around. So can Erin, when she gets over whatever's up her ass. Depending on the kind of party you're looking for I guess. We fly in different circles."

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry felt suddenly out of sorts. Ambivalent. The newness of Bangkok now seemed uninspiring. The heat maybe. Or the students. Just like the dickheads back home, he thought.

And Miranda? Why the fuck did he care? They'd fucked and moved on. She wasn't his type and as a lesbian, he struggled to understand why she'd come into him. Maybe that's what the oppressive heat did to everyone here.

'Something she ate,' Erin said. Yes, but not with her mouth, Henry thought. There was something about Dr Saetang's assistant which intrigued him. He couldn't put his finger on it. Surly and unhelpful. Thought a lot of herself. Used her authority. Probably abused it. Perhaps she needed that smug looked fucked off her face. Yeah, he thought. Fuck her until she realized he, Doctor Henry Dalton, was not some no-name blow-in she could ignore like the rest of the nobodies she dealt with.

And then there was Arjit. For a postgrad he sure had a lot of personal questions. Henry decided to ignore them. Arjit was obviously used to privilege. Used to finding what he wanted and having it. And the warning about marijuana. What was that all about? Just being friendly maybe. Or letting Henry know that if he wanted drugs, then Arjit was the go-to guy. The guy who was immune from the authorities. Looking at the expensive cut of his clothing and how he draped himself over someone else's furniture like he owned the place, Henry decided that was Arjit's thing. Privilege, entitlement and no fucking cares in the world.

"A party guy? Sure," Henry said. "What do you have in mind?"

 

[siobhancan99]

Arjit shrugged "There's a lot to do. Crazy red light district. Great bar scene. Bangkok's a fun town, man. What happens off campus stays off campus." He shifted again, playing with the cigarette. "why don't we go into town later on, professor. I'll take you to some clubs. Show you some of the real crazy shit... or you know if you're one of those Americans that wants everything to be "authentic" " he held up his fingers to do the air quotes "I can take you to every little shitty hole in the wall street food place for your blog or whatever"

Arjit's tone and expression indicated he had no real use for any of the second "But man if you own a nice suit for going out... who cares that its fucking Monday man? We can have a good time. I'll bring some girls or we can find some out there. Whatever does it for you. Or you know, just you and me. Hit the center of town. Always something going on just off the financial district. I mean, if its not you know, inappropriate or whatever" he stuck his cigarette in his mouth, unlit, studying Dalton's face, watching him for any signs of reaction "there's a shitty little bar students go to too. If that's your thing. It isn't mine but you know, I'm easy."

He fidgeted with the lighter, clearly wanting a smoke, then took the cigarette and threw it out.

 

[ericrodman101]

Easy. Hmmm. And inappropriate. What did Arjit regard as inappropriate? The Thai guy was obviously keen for Henry to accompany him, however hard he tried to feign insouciance.

"Crazy red light district sounds fine," Henry said, then realizing he'd cut straight to the chase. "Not that I'm buying...necessarily. Or selling. Ha!"

Shut the fuck up, Henry told himself, before you sound like a tongue-tied Mummy's boy on his first night out on the town.

"Good food is fine too," he said, "but no blogging. So what time is later on?"

 

[siobhancan99]

Arjit laughed "man nothing fun ever happened before 11. We start at my place at 10. I'll swing by and pick you up. We drink a little first, then we go to the clubs till 2 maybe 3. Then everyone gets a grab and heads back to their holes to sleep."

He stood up and pulled out his phone "Give me your number and address and I'll text you when I'm downstairs. Dress nice."

 

[ericrodman101]

Henry spent the rest of the day filling out the paperwork Erin had left for him. He was still jet lagged and his mind wandered. He kept thinking of Miranda and wondered if she was thinking of him. It was only lust and a self-centered narcissism, he decided. When you fucked a woman up the ass, you wanted to know you'd hit the spot. Yeah, that was it, he thought. Hitting the spot. He didn't really care if he saw her again socially or not. She wasn't his type, nor he hers by the way she'd left the apartment without so much as a 'see you later'. It was just he was used to having his way with younger students and making an impression, if that was the word for how they felt after he'd violated them. Making an impression. Henry smiled and turned his mind back to paperwork.

When he was finished he went looking for Erin, but her desk was vacant. Off telling someone else she can't help them, he decided. As for Dr Saetang, his new boss, there was no sign. He didn't even know when the man was expected, or if he wanted to see Henry at all. The teaching contract had been clear enough, he'd been allocated an office and a full list of students. Did Dr Saetang even exist? Or was he just some figment of Erin's imagination, dreamed up to give her an excuse to treat them all like shit. Maybe Erin was actually in charge.

The thought of Erin being in charge made Henry horny. He found her attractive in the way he found being chastised by a strong woman attractive. He pictured himself tied to a bed and Erin lashing him with a cane. Would she? He promised himself that he'd find out.

And then there was Arjit. They were hitting the town together, but not until after 11. It was too fucking late for Henry, especially given his jet lag and school tomorrow. But 11 it was. Arjit would pick him up and then what? He was in Arjit's hands. Arjit's smooth brown hands....which made Henry horny again. Arjit was a very attractive man, clearly rich, an aesthete Henry guessed, privileged and untroubled by the ways of the tough world outside for most Thais. Henry's gaydar was going off like crazy when he thought of Arjit, the way the man lounged rather than sat, the way he shrugged and pouted and fiddled with his hands, the way he sucked knowingly on his cigarette, the way he dressed, taking so much trouble to look casual, the way he wore his shirt open and exposed his smooth, toned chest, just enough to make you lean forward and try to focus on the shadowed flesh without letting him know you were examining him. But he knows, Henry thought. Arjit knows.

Back at the apartment Henry showered and then sat in his underwear and watched porn on his laptop. He wanted to stay awake if he could so he'd sleep during the night. He jerked himself off to a group of pretty young men pretending to be schoolboys, in their uniforms fucking across the desks in a classroom. And then he woke, half naked, laptop under his arm, limp cock lying across his jizz-smeared thigh, having dozed off after cumming. There was a second knock at his door.

 

[siobhancan99]

When Henry opened the door he found Arjit in a light weight suit, well made for the sultry Bangkok nights. "I said dress nice, bro" he shook his head "go get yourself cleaned up man. I'll fix you a little something to wake you up" He gave Henry a long look though, from head to toe, nodding approvingly at what he saw. He walked over to Henry's counter and looked around. He grabbed a plate out of the nearby cupboard and then fished a little vial out of his jacket. He tapped a little white powder onto the plate, then chopped a few lines with the edge of his credit card. He looked up "you don't have to, but... you look like you need to. Do a line, get a shower. Do another line. You'll be ready to go in no time." Arjit rolled up a bill and leaned down, snorting a line of coke off the plate. He wiped a touch of powder off his nose with his thumb "that's some good shit."

The whole time he didn't even seem to care if Henry objected to the coke or not. He just moved through life with the quiet assurance of someone who was able to do as he damn well pleased whenever he wanted. He moved over to Henry's liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of Vodka. He splashed some into a rocks glass and tipped it back, then looked over at Henry to see what his next move would be. "though. you know. If you're tired and you just wanna lay down you can just have the shower. you don't need to do the coke." The way he said it, it seemed he assumed that Henry was getting cleaned up no matter what.