Saa and Lek - Sisters in Bangkok

Until then, I only knew Lek as the little sister of my playmate Saa and had hardly ever had anything to do with her. Forgive me for this strange term "playmate", I want to explain it and use it to describe a little about life as a foreigner in Bangkok, before I tell you what there is to say about Lek and Saa, so that you can see what can happen to you in Bangkok. If you are not interested in such reflections, you are welcome to skip ahead to Part II and read on, where things get really juicy.

Part I

Instead of calling Saa a playmate, I could also call her a friend, or a mistress, or - quite trivially - my "regular hooker". But we are here in Bangkok, and everything is a little different here... "Same same but different", as the Thai say so aptly. The girls in the city's countless gogo bars and massage parlors may be available for money, but their everyday life is nothing like that of our common prostitutes. There are so many of them in Bangkok, literally thousands of them, that they form a scene of their own, at least in their own areas, and move freely and carefree within this scene. They are so very different from the stigmatized, pitiable creatures in the squalid zones of our western world, hardly any of whom have not migrated more or less involuntarily and for whose plight the term "migrant background" would already be a whitewash. In Bangkok, 99% of the female part of the red light scene consists of Thai girls from Isaan, the agrarian hinterland in the north-east of Thailand. So they are always among their own kind, these girls, and that is certainly one of the reasons why many of them are quite happy with their lives. They are only occasionally willing to return to the rural poverty of their families, which can offer them nothing more than a life in poor huts and hard, peasant labor.

In addition to these obvious sex workers in the gogo bars and massage parlors of the city, there is also a very extensive grey area in which girls and women of various kinds combine the potentially pleasurable with the lucrative and where a clear distinction between paid sex and sex for pure pleasure is no longer possible. These can be students or even schoolgirls, and yes, there are always some among them who may no longer be children, but are still under 18 and definitely too young for what they are doing. Often they are also employees with a modest salary that can no longer satisfy the consumer needs of a modern, urban girlie life, or they are real pro-fis and sharks of this gray area, real war profiteers of the gender struggle.

They are all more or less regular freelancers in the relevant bars, clubs and venues, where sex for sale is more or less hidden and is not a minute-by-minute ordering process, as in the gogo bars, but requires a minimum of initiation and manners and where the girls, depending on their market value, choose their partners with very sharp fingers. The older and less attractive among them, yes, they will take anyone without much ado. But at the upper end of the scale, there are lu-pen-pure dream girls who look like models, or even are models, and who can really choose their partners and only let the really good-looking guys with really thick pants (back pocket!) in. All too often, late at night in the bars, I saw with secret joy and satisfaction how pot-bellied tourists in shirts and shorts stared in bewilderment at the beautiful girls they had just cold-shouldered. A picture for the gods. Anyone who isn't a seasoned party animal and charmer, or alternatively can wave banknotes without a care in the world, has to be modest. And at the upper end of the scale, that's where really good money is earned, worlds away from what girls could ever earn in an almost normal job. And it's not necessarily about ex-and-hop casual sex, but often also about (relatively) long-term relationships between such playmates and their sponsors.

And for the very clever ones, a marriage with such an American, European or nowadays perhaps even a Russian might be on the cards in the end... That's where they all want to go, that's the main prize, the redemption, and that's where the front line of this very special gray area of the battle of the sexes runs, that's the deeper meaning of the trial of strength. If the girl wins, she gets married. If the man wins, he has had what is known here as a "GFE", a "Girl-Friend-Experience", the overwhelming illusion of a beautiful, willing young lover for a certain amount of time, until the deeper, the emotional, the humanizing takes over and the girls' demands for this or that, and above all for a shared perspective, become ever louder. Then the men either fall into this Venus trap and marry her, or they leave the girl and look for the next one, which is inevitable and only a matter of days or hours...

Oh yes, there are also cases where two people have found each other and just really love each other, no more and no less than anywhere else in the world, but you can safely neglect that, it's just the rare exception that is only the rule... you know... In real life, what a Thai girl understands by a relationship is worlds away from what the average Western man imagines it to be.

So my playmate Saa and I were both veterans in this game of shades of gray. Neither of us were the youngest, I was in my early 50s but in good shape, she was in her mid-30s with a body that would make a 20-year-old look good. We'd already been through all the games and bitter experiences, several times... We'd already reached the point where you just try to avoid any drama because it's so unpleasant and exhausting and where a certain fairness and looseness was almost everything that makes a "good relationship". We saw each other two or three times a week, went out together, had fun in one way or another in clubs and discos, and in the end she came to my place and we had lots of good sex. Of course, that also had to be right and was part of the all-important "chemistry". And it always meant that she got some money at the end, the morning after, for her living expenses. Those were the rules of the game. Evil tongues claim that the girls don't get the money for staying and having sex, but for leaving afterwards. Saa was never the only one for me, and I wasn't the only one for her. Nobody minded and they just tried to avoid encounters at the wrong time. As long as everything stayed in the shallows, this was a real man's dream...

But the city is also full to the brim with men who ultimately lose themselves and break down because of this emotional emptiness and irrelevance, or because of raging jealousy or the omnipresent lies on both sides. It's no wonder that those who stay and don't perish are all married at some point. That's just the way war is, nobody really knows who is the winner and who is the loser, especially not in the long term.

So until then, I only really knew Lek as the little sister of my partner Saa and had hardly ever had anything to do with her. We had met occasionally somewhere on the dark side of the planet Bangkok, because it was normal to bump into acquaintances when entering one of the many bars, clubs and discos. We always greeted each other in a friendly and knowing way. She knew I was one of Saa's sponsors, I knew she was part-of-the-game. Lek also had a permanent sponsor, a Canadian, but he shared the sad fate of those expats who spent most of their time traveling somewhere in Asia and were rather a rare guest in their "relationship" in Bang-kok and thus had more of a giving than a taking role.

Saa was already an attractive appearance for her age, but Lek was in her mid-twenties and nothing less than a breathtaking beauty. She was an unusual model for a Thai girl, with long slender legs and a perfect body, as her more or less skimpy clothes in hot, tropical Bangkok suggested. Her even face with deep black almond eyes and her long, silky black hair made her the perfect embodiment of the cliché of the seductive Asian woman. I had always admired her beauty, but for me she also had the aura of a somewhat incalculable personality and that didn't get any better as I watched her as the evening wore on and her celebrity level increased. But I didn't really care about her at all. I had long since learned to leave these beauties to the guys who still had enough energy for the drama that inevitably came with them.

Part II

But enough of these sinister reflections. What follows is a story that can only be experienced in a few places on earth.

So it was only natural that we should meet Lek that evening when Saa and I arrived at the Bed Supper Club, one of the hippest venues in the city. We greeted each other warmly and Lek was happy to see us, as she was still alone and our arrival meant that she now had someone to buy her drinks, as this is of course also part of the liabilities of the liaison with Saa.

It was a good evening. We partied, danced, drank, flirted and everything was as it should be. I enjoyed with vain pride the electrifying feeling of being one of the few who was there as a man-with-two-women in this already highly eroticized atmosphere. Saa and Lek didn't mind and were happy to play along, although for the three of us it was always as clear as day who belonged to whom. Fun is generally the state religion in Thailand and in the party zone of the trendy clubs anyway...

Sometime after perhaps an hour and in the course of our second or third Long Island Ice Tea, something happened that at first completely threw me for a loop and immediately gave me a sudden surge of intense excitement: Lek leaned over to me and said in my ear: "I want to look you fuck". I was completely perplexed at first and thought I had misheard her: "What?" I asked, dumbfounded. She repeated her request. "I want look you fuck, Saa and you". I must have looked at her very puzzled, because she now felt compelled to explain her request: "I want look people old fuck". Well, not very flattering... and somehow inexplicable to boot. Who wants to watch old people fuck? But this was Bangkok at night and you had to expect anything at any time. At the same time, the prospect of a voyeuristic threesome with Lek and Saa got me all excited in a matter of seconds. I sensed the prospect of something truly extraordinary and immediately switched to strategy mode. This fish was not to be let off the hook. A paid threesome is nothing special in Bangkok, easy to come by and usually ends up being cheap theater and as such rather bland and disappointing. But something real from this department - and that's what this was all about - that was something special. But I knew immediately that Saa wouldn't be thrilled with the idea. She was cool, sure, and liked our sex, but sexual escapades weren't really her thing, that much I'd found out long ago, and certainly not with her little sister Lek.

Lek looked at me as if this was the most normal thing in the world. I looked at her skeptically, then over to Saa and back to her again and shook my head slowly and imperceptibly with an expression of regret. She understood and grinned broadly at me. Then she nodded her head vigorously, which either meant "I want it anyway" or it meant "That's right, Saa will never want it". Whatever she really meant, it now made us partners. Brother and sister in crime... I now saw a clearly defined task ahead of me: Saa had to be maneuvered into a threesome with her willing, kinky little sister Lek against her will - a real challenge.

At first, Saa didn't seem to notice our conspiracy at all. She was in a great mood and enjoyed the excited atmosphere of the young people in the club. The three of us had been dancing the whole time anyway and there was nothing wrong with me pulling both girls closer to me and turning our dancing into an even closer, more physical, more sexual affair. All of this was completely normal and common in Bangkok nightlife, which is always filled to the brim with more or less explicit sexual innuendo between everyone involved. But for the three of us, it was definitely new territory that we were now snuggling our bodies together while dancing and my hands were not only running over Saa's body, but also over Lek's.

While I was still preoccupied with vague thoughts about the further course of the company, it was Lek who suddenly stopped and pulled her sister towards her to discuss something with her. I was startled, because I was sure that Saa would reject Lek's idea outright. But after a long dialog, Saa turned to me with a worried look and said: "Lek, she feel sick. But she no have room today. Her friend stay her room, she can not go her room. She want sleep you room." I must have noticed Lek's flashing eyes, which had naturally followed Saa's request to me, but I played dumb for the time being.

The arrangement itself was very normal and customary. Many of the girls shared a room in twos or threes and it often happened that a Thai boyfriend or an aunt from the country or someone else also wanted to stay there and it became cramped. An absolute bargaining advantage on the part of the men, who always had at least one expensive hotel room at their disposal, or often - as in my case - an entire apartment, with a luxury that many of the girls were only too happy to take advantage of. Occasionally, late at night, a girl would go with a man simply because she needed a place to sleep. Apparently that was the case here too.

In the blink of an eye, Lek had created a situation that would inevitably take the three of us to my apartment. I was already feeling a certain uncertainty as to whether I was actually the perpetrator or the victim here... But as I was more or less equally comfortable with both, I finally nodded calmly and benevolently and replied what the girls always liked to hear best: "Yes Sure, no problem!". But in order to contribute to the success of our plan, I pretended to be a little drunk, took Lek's head in my hands and gave her a big long kiss right on the mouth with the words "Ohhhh, poor lady Lek...!". Both girls took it in their stride, it was all perfectly normal...

So it wasn't long before a cab took us to my house and we were able to make ourselves comfortable in my chic, spacious apartment. I immediately turned on some music (mood!) and started mixing drinks for us (alcohol!). Nobody seemed to notice that Lek wasn't quite so bad after all and the second part of the party took its course. I quickly realized that dancing no longer offered any strategic advantage and resorted to sitting down with the two girls who had made themselves comfortable on the couch. Again, I was still preoccupied with vague ideas about my next steps when Lek resolutely continued to move forward. She moaned something incomprehensible and simply took off her tight, cut-out shirt and hot pants and was now only wearing a tiny pair of panties and her bra.

This may seem like a frivolity to the gentle reader, but it was not. I immediately recognized the ingenious move that Lek was probably making quite deliberately... It may have been due to their rural origins or the constant tropical heat, but it was completely normal and customary for the girls - if there were two of them - to start taking off their clothes as soon as they stepped through the door of their (or our) room. If Saa and I had been alone, she would undoubtedly have taken off some of her already sparse clothes immediately. But as it was, with the three of us, it was a certain limit that Lek crossed a little. And in fact, Saa was astonished by Lek's sudden almost-nakedness. She made a comment to her little sister in Thai, which she simply acknowledged with a broad laugh and another Thai motto, which I also understood: "Mai pen rai!": "Never mind!".

It didn't escape my notice when Lek nodded his head shortly afterwards and asked me to get active myself. Of course, I thought, nothing could be easier and started to get rid of some of my clothes. In Thailand, you always take your shoes off at the front door as soon as you enter. But when I took off my jeans and unbuttoned my shirt, Saa realized that something was happening here that she hadn't expected. I noticed the irritated look on her face, despite her party mood and alcohol level. So I sat down next to her again with a big laugh and laughed about the heat in Bangkok and claimed that it really was far too hot in the room. And, of course, it always took a while for the air conditioning systems to rid the spacious rooms of the oppressive, muggy heat.

I already started to playfully tug at Saa's clothes. She resisted, of course, but somehow also half-heartedly, because as I said, it was actually completely normal to take off clothes like that in the apartment and we actually always did it when we were alone. Our game only went back and forth briefly and then I had already successfully slipped Saa's thin spaghetti shirt over her head. Lek had watched this with a laugh and now shouted something in Thai, which must have been "Get your pants off me", because Saa was now laughing and holding on to her jeans, even though no one was actually tampering with them yet.

Her laughter showed that everything had been fine so far and Lek came over to us and the fight for Saa's jeans began. Of course, Saa didn't stand a chance in the end, because in the general laughter and against two opponents, she couldn't prevail. Her jeans were unzipped and gradually slipped lower and lower. It happened that not only her jeans were pulled down, but her small, light panties also slipped halfway down. We all saw this and it naturally led to a lot of screaming and resistance from Saa, but as this was also accompanied by a lot of laughter, the game simply continued with a flourish and Lek now pulled the jeans completely off Saa's legs and made an effort to ensure that the panties also slid down further.

I really liked this playful fight and I have to admit that it also excited me and as it was ultimately supposed to be about sex, I took the opportunity to touch Saa's bottom and her sex during the fight and - as far as the fighting allowed - to caress her tenderly. Lek saw this and stopped to watch me while Saa was still trying to fend off my advances with her hands. As her panties were already only hanging down on one leg, she was now concentrating entirely on fending off my hands without being able to do anything about her almost complete nudity. This went on for a while and I had already undone the clasp of her bra when Lek intervened again and, in all her wriggling, slipped Saa's bra off and then held Saa's hands so that I and my hands had free rein. Saa was now completely helpless at the mercy of my tender attacks. Lek clearly enjoyed watching me touch Saa's breasts, thighs and sex again and again as she squirmed back and forth in the play-fight.

I don't know if Saa had realized what was going on yet. In any case, her resistance was still more playful than serious. Serious resistance on her part would certainly have quickly spoiled my fun, but as long as I had the clear feeling that we hadn't really exceeded the limits of her permission, I carried on. I don't know how far Lek was prepared to go, but I definitely just wanted to have fun and certainly nothing that would seriously exceed Saa's limits.

I soon realized that the playful fight had a very definite effect on all of us. It wasn't just me who was aroused by it and could clearly feel it in my loins, but also the two girls. At least Saa was, because I could feel it when I touched her body. There were always small, aroused reactions on her part, a moan, a tilt of the head back when I pinched her nipples a little during the fight, or let my hand caress her pubic area for a moment. She was still resisting, and I suspected that she would never give up, but there was also a secret understanding that was palpable in our combative play. Lek had now shifted back to the role of observer and watched the strange goings-on with wide eyes at close range.