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The Stewardess And Her Daughter:
A Bangkok Slaver Story
By Marlissa
"Heel," I commanded to the little bitch under the table. She barked softly at my command and slumped to her fours under the table. I rose and clapped Vopat on the back. He beamed, handed me a Kloster's and invited me back to his office.
"On the house Joe," he toasted me. "Like the act?"
"Jesus, it was fantastic! When is the next show?"
He shook his head, wagging a finger. "These two special -- just once a night! Don't want to wear them out -- too good a thing for Candyland! Besides, they have date night tonight...with Colonel Chao."
I nodded. The Colonel was a Candyland patron, who protected the bar from any potential inquiries or accidental fires and the like. He was one of the reasons that acts like Annie and Sarah could go on night after night without interferrence. In return, he expected "contributions" as well as use of the Candyland girls. Tonight he had requested the two white girls.
"Joe, look -- these just come in! Should be big hit, huh?" He pushed a stack of video packages at me.
I looked closely at them. It was a series of porno tapes -- the "Mommy's My Lover!" series, starring Annie and Sarah. The tapes had just been produced, all in sleek packages with four color photographs advertsing the movie subject. They were varied but all featured the two blondes in hot action: "Daughter's First Dildo," "Mommy's Strap-on Love," "Spanking For Slutty Little Sarah," "Little Lezzie Learns Her Lesson!," "Mommy, Her Vibrator and Me," "Learning To Lick," and more.
I shook my head, dubiously. "You'll get busted, Vopat. It isn't worth it. The k** is just fifteen -- you can't sell this in the States."
He grinned, pointing at the disclaimer. "All actors eighteen. Proof on file."
"What if someone checks?" I asked.
He snorted. "Who do that, Joe -- ever? Does Sarah look younger than some of the other girls in porn movies?"
I had to agree. Which meant he would make a ton of baht on this side business. He was a businessman who had scoped the profit from the beginning.
"I want more girls Joe -- special kind you get," he began, but I rose.
"Can't do it. I'm going legit again, Vopat. A deal with the Colonel. Where is he by the way?"
Sadly he jerked a thumb at a secluded booth at the back. "You change mind Joe, we talk. Tam like girls you get. Says she do lots with them. And don't upset Colonel -- he go with his girls soon!" Vopat warned.
I nodded, and found myself at the Colonel's table. He sat impressive in his bulk, his uniform, buzz cut -- and the pistol in his thick black leather belt. On either knee, sat the two Bodwell girls. They had prepared themselves for this honored, important customer.
Annie's hair was tied into a ponytail with a red lace bow, while Sarah's hair was braided into two tails on either side of her head. Annie wore a red satin push-up half-bra, displaying her pierced erect nipples, a tiny slutty matching red g-string and five inch heels. Her newly painted lips nibbled at the Colonel's earlobe senuously, She didn't look at me, even when I sat down -- her attention securely anchored to her master of this evening. Chao cupped her tit idly, occaisionally twisting the nipple ring. The horny bar whore.
Sarah was made up as well, though her lipstick was pink gloss. Her panties were girlishly cute -- white cotton bikinis with a dainty rose pattern on them. Her breasts were concealed by a pretty pink training bra. Her face was buried in the Colonel's neck as well, lapping at his other lobe. She wore a pair of three inch pink heels. The proper English schoolgirl.
He stared from behind his mirror glass aviators and smiled. His smile looked like a scar. "Like my dates tonight, Joe?"
I nodded, enviously. He would have an interesting night.
"You have the money for our arrangement?"
"Not yet. Soon. Tonight." Chao and I were going into business again -- but this time I was putting up my stake entirely. It had come up a few weeks ago -- a gun running opportunity to arm the resurgent Khmer Rouge. There was a fortune to be made. With my old connections and his protection, it was an ideal chance to get out of the slaver business. Only thing was, I needed big money and fast. Not big by Western standards, but incalculable by Bangkok measures.
But I would soon be getting it. Hand delivered. I had confirmed that two days ago. "It takes about an hour to get from the airport," I explained.
He wasn't listening. Instead he was whispering something into Sarah's ear. Suddenly, the fifteen year old nymphet took her hand and wantonly stuck it under her panties. She began finger fucking herself, contiunuing to moan and lap at his ear. "Whatever, Joe -- just get it here tonight -- the shipment of AK- 47s arrives from Burma tomorrow morning and I need to make the buy. Leave it with Vopat -- we meet tomorrow. If you'll excuse me now, I think my dates need some special attention!"
I left to collect my money as Colonel Chao enjoyed his company. I looked back once. I wish I hadn't.
Chao had pushed both mother and daughter on their knees in front of him and was instructing them on the fine points of giving him a double-tongued blowjob. Roxanne's smile was a put-on job -- the phony enthusiasm of a working girl who knew she had to con her john, the full lips drawn into a clown-slut smile but the eyes a thousand miles away. She nodded as the Colonel directed her face to his crotch with his right hand, her steamy expression calculated to please him.
But Sarah was different. As the Colonel drew her near with his left hand, her innocent, pretty wan face darkened into unmitigated lust. The tip of her pink tongue met that of her mother's, and the teen girl's hips bucked a bit. As the blowjob progressed, the daughter's eyes focused over the Colonel's cock and were busy getting dreamily got lost in her mother's blue eyes -- her lover's eyes.
She looked up at me. Her eyes were hard now -- they were realistic eyes. The dirty-girl smile she turned and gave me was too much -- the braces shone briefly before she returned to both she and her mother's task. Sarah was still a pretty, blonde, bright teenage girl. But she was also more than that.
Now she was also a lesbian sex slave, a trained slut that pleasured whoever or whatever she was told to. She should be attending mixers in England, going to classes and going on her first date -- not on her knees giving blow jobs to corrupt Thai police officials in a filthy go-go bar like Candyland. But she was. And it was because of me.
I shivered, glad to be doing something like legitimate like gun-running. I left the Bodwells to their fate and hurried out the door into the purple-black Thai night.
A Bangkok Slaver Story
By Marlissa
"Heel," I commanded to the little bitch under the table. She barked softly at my command and slumped to her fours under the table. I rose and clapped Vopat on the back. He beamed, handed me a Kloster's and invited me back to his office.
"On the house Joe," he toasted me. "Like the act?"
"Jesus, it was fantastic! When is the next show?"
He shook his head, wagging a finger. "These two special -- just once a night! Don't want to wear them out -- too good a thing for Candyland! Besides, they have date night tonight...with Colonel Chao."
I nodded. The Colonel was a Candyland patron, who protected the bar from any potential inquiries or accidental fires and the like. He was one of the reasons that acts like Annie and Sarah could go on night after night without interferrence. In return, he expected "contributions" as well as use of the Candyland girls. Tonight he had requested the two white girls.
"Joe, look -- these just come in! Should be big hit, huh?" He pushed a stack of video packages at me.
I looked closely at them. It was a series of porno tapes -- the "Mommy's My Lover!" series, starring Annie and Sarah. The tapes had just been produced, all in sleek packages with four color photographs advertsing the movie subject. They were varied but all featured the two blondes in hot action: "Daughter's First Dildo," "Mommy's Strap-on Love," "Spanking For Slutty Little Sarah," "Little Lezzie Learns Her Lesson!," "Mommy, Her Vibrator and Me," "Learning To Lick," and more.
I shook my head, dubiously. "You'll get busted, Vopat. It isn't worth it. The k** is just fifteen -- you can't sell this in the States."
He grinned, pointing at the disclaimer. "All actors eighteen. Proof on file."
"What if someone checks?" I asked.
He snorted. "Who do that, Joe -- ever? Does Sarah look younger than some of the other girls in porn movies?"
I had to agree. Which meant he would make a ton of baht on this side business. He was a businessman who had scoped the profit from the beginning.
"I want more girls Joe -- special kind you get," he began, but I rose.
"Can't do it. I'm going legit again, Vopat. A deal with the Colonel. Where is he by the way?"
Sadly he jerked a thumb at a secluded booth at the back. "You change mind Joe, we talk. Tam like girls you get. Says she do lots with them. And don't upset Colonel -- he go with his girls soon!" Vopat warned.
I nodded, and found myself at the Colonel's table. He sat impressive in his bulk, his uniform, buzz cut -- and the pistol in his thick black leather belt. On either knee, sat the two Bodwell girls. They had prepared themselves for this honored, important customer.
Annie's hair was tied into a ponytail with a red lace bow, while Sarah's hair was braided into two tails on either side of her head. Annie wore a red satin push-up half-bra, displaying her pierced erect nipples, a tiny slutty matching red g-string and five inch heels. Her newly painted lips nibbled at the Colonel's earlobe senuously, She didn't look at me, even when I sat down -- her attention securely anchored to her master of this evening. Chao cupped her tit idly, occaisionally twisting the nipple ring. The horny bar whore.
Sarah was made up as well, though her lipstick was pink gloss. Her panties were girlishly cute -- white cotton bikinis with a dainty rose pattern on them. Her breasts were concealed by a pretty pink training bra. Her face was buried in the Colonel's neck as well, lapping at his other lobe. She wore a pair of three inch pink heels. The proper English schoolgirl.
He stared from behind his mirror glass aviators and smiled. His smile looked like a scar. "Like my dates tonight, Joe?"
I nodded, enviously. He would have an interesting night.
"You have the money for our arrangement?"
"Not yet. Soon. Tonight." Chao and I were going into business again -- but this time I was putting up my stake entirely. It had come up a few weeks ago -- a gun running opportunity to arm the resurgent Khmer Rouge. There was a fortune to be made. With my old connections and his protection, it was an ideal chance to get out of the slaver business. Only thing was, I needed big money and fast. Not big by Western standards, but incalculable by Bangkok measures.
But I would soon be getting it. Hand delivered. I had confirmed that two days ago. "It takes about an hour to get from the airport," I explained.
He wasn't listening. Instead he was whispering something into Sarah's ear. Suddenly, the fifteen year old nymphet took her hand and wantonly stuck it under her panties. She began finger fucking herself, contiunuing to moan and lap at his ear. "Whatever, Joe -- just get it here tonight -- the shipment of AK- 47s arrives from Burma tomorrow morning and I need to make the buy. Leave it with Vopat -- we meet tomorrow. If you'll excuse me now, I think my dates need some special attention!"
I left to collect my money as Colonel Chao enjoyed his company. I looked back once. I wish I hadn't.
Chao had pushed both mother and daughter on their knees in front of him and was instructing them on the fine points of giving him a double-tongued blowjob. Roxanne's smile was a put-on job -- the phony enthusiasm of a working girl who knew she had to con her john, the full lips drawn into a clown-slut smile but the eyes a thousand miles away. She nodded as the Colonel directed her face to his crotch with his right hand, her steamy expression calculated to please him.
But Sarah was different. As the Colonel drew her near with his left hand, her innocent, pretty wan face darkened into unmitigated lust. The tip of her pink tongue met that of her mother's, and the teen girl's hips bucked a bit. As the blowjob progressed, the daughter's eyes focused over the Colonel's cock and were busy getting dreamily got lost in her mother's blue eyes -- her lover's eyes.
She looked up at me. Her eyes were hard now -- they were realistic eyes. The dirty-girl smile she turned and gave me was too much -- the braces shone briefly before she returned to both she and her mother's task. Sarah was still a pretty, blonde, bright teenage girl. But she was also more than that.
Now she was also a lesbian sex slave, a trained slut that pleasured whoever or whatever she was told to. She should be attending mixers in England, going to classes and going on her first date -- not on her knees giving blow jobs to corrupt Thai police officials in a filthy go-go bar like Candyland. But she was. And it was because of me.
I shivered, glad to be doing something like legitimate like gun-running. I left the Bodwells to their fate and hurried out the door into the purple-black Thai night.
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