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MARIAH by Waldo Introduction Chapter 1 - The business trip Chapter 2 - Mariah Chapter 3 - Agnes Chapter 4 - The fight Chapter 5 - No nooky is... Chapter 6 - Time passes Chapter 7 - My first cigarette Chapter 8 - Our plan Mariah by Waldo Introduction There are some things in life that you remember forever. Such as your first real love. In my case, she called herself Mariah, although her birth name was Pat. She didn't like to be called Pat or Patricia or Patty. It brought back too many old, painful memories of her childhood that she wanted to forget. To me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. I didn't plan to fall in love with her but I couldn't help it. There was that one minute when I was looking at her, admiring her classic youthful beauty, savoring her feminine sensuality, enjoying the pleasure of her company; and she entranced me forever by simply smiling that wonderful smile at me. That moment I knew that I loved her and that I couldn't live without her. She used me. I let her because I couldn't deny her anything once I became her willing slave. I was a prisoner, held in bondage by her eyes, by her smile, by her touch, by her voice, by her overwhelming femininity. I would do anything for her. Even knowing that what she wanted me to do for her was illegal and could result in my death or imprisonment. I would have killed for her and came very close to killing her father. She wanted him to die and I wanted to please her. Even now, I can't believe how she manipulated me to get me to help her. I knew that there was a cold spot in her heart, a spot where misery had built a heart so cold and cruel. I knew that she hated her father and would stop at nothing until he was dead. But I also knew that the rest of her was alive, warm and loving. That she was the type of woman that dreams are made of. That is, when she wanted to be. Mariah, why did you leave me? I was still sitting in my motel room. It had been three weeks since she left me, but I can't leave this room, hoping that she will come back to me. It's the room where we last made love. Where she kissed my lips and walked out the door, not saying good-by or even a "go to hell". I leave the room only long enough to go to the motel restaurant to get something to eat. I'm not hungry but know that I have to eat. Food has lost its taste for me and I eat only to provide nourishment for my hurting body. I rush back to the motel room, hoping that she is there, or that she left a message for me. As eager as I am to rush into the room, I also don't want to open the door, knowing how much it will hurt when I see that she isn't there. I sleep in my clothes. If you can call my tossing and turning nightmare, sleep. I stay awake until I fall asleep from exhaustion and sleep the slumber of the dead for two to three hours until I jerk myself awake, reaching for her. Then I light another cigarette and stare at the only thing that I have that belonged to her. Her cigarette lighter. I had never smoked in my life until she shared a cigarette with me after our first wonderful two hours of sex. From that time on, sharing a cigarette afterwards became part of our nightly love-making. I didn't want to learn to smoke, but just wanted something more to share between us. Then after she left me, I saw the lighter lying on the dresser with a pack of her cigarettes. I smoked the rest of her cigarettes that first day, while I paced the floors and waited in our motel room. Within a week, I had a four pack a day habit. Her cigarette lighter was an old zippo lighter. It was old, scared, and almost worn out. But it was the only thing that she had, that had belonged to her father. She had stolen it over ten years before and hung onto it throughout her tumultuous childhood as her only possession. She had grown up in a foreign whore house, constantly moving from whore house to whore house, with only the clothes on her back; living the life of a whore. Somehow, she had managed to hold onto the lighter, through her tumultuous life. So when I saw the lighter lying on the dresser, I knew that she had left it on purpose. That she would be back for it. That she had left it for me. For me to save it for her. Her name is Mariah. Or did I say that already? I don't remember. I find it difficult to think about anything but her. She called herself Mariah because she liked the sound of it. She remembered seeing a movie when she was a kid and a man sang a song about the wind which he called Mariah. I bought this notebook at the drugstore as I was getting some more cigarettes. I wanted to write down my memories as I try to make some sense of my life. Especially my life after I met Mariah. Chapter 1 - The business trip I had never been to Thailand before. My work required me to travel around the states a lot, but Thailand wasn't within my territory. So when the Sales Manager asked me to assist a new sales representative in Thailand for six weeks, I leaped at the chance to see a new country. Agnes Watkins was a beautiful woman. She was twenty-three, freshly graduated from college and this was her first job. She had been hired to expand our product line to Thailand and China. We sell manufacturing equipment and those countries were ripe for our expanding product line. When I saw Agnes sitting in my boss's office, I knew that spending six weeks with her in a hotel could be a very interesting treat. How can I describe her except to say that she's blond, built, vivacious, and single. Just by looking at her, you could tell that she was the sort of woman that could fuck your brains out of your ears. The type of woman that you hoped you wound up with, when you woke up in the morning. Yes, she most definitely was a beautiful, sexy young woman with a wonderful body. So how did I wind up with Mariah? Especially when there was that very nubile woman so close to me, just asking for me to fuck her. I saw Mariah for the first time as we were checking into our Bangkok hotel. As the desk clerk was waiting on Agnes, I saw the elevator open and Mariah stepped out. Normally I would have just glanced at her and watched her walk by. But I had been in Thailand for two days and Agnes was the only attractive American woman that I had seen so far. When I saw this beautiful long-legged, shapely American woman step out of the elevator, I just had to stare at her a little more than normal. She saw me looking at her and paused just long enough to flash an honest smile at me, exposing a mouth of creamy white teeth under her red voluptuous lips. Then she turned away and walked deliberately through the lobby, knowing that I was staring at her. Knowing that I was watching her nice ass move as she walked in her high heels, watching as her chestnut hair bounced as she walked, watching as her tight clothes hinted of the wonderful body hid beneath the skirt and blouse. For just a moment, I allowed my mind to daydream about what I could to with that luscious ass, then Agnes said something to me; pulling me back to reality. I quickly forgot about the mysterious attractive American woman with the nice ass as Agnes and I spent time in her room discussing our sales plan. Agnes had changed into something a little more comfortable than her traveling clothes and I could tell that she was braless under her blouse. I knew that she was teasing me as we worked. But I didn't care because I enjoyed it. I'm a normal healthy American male. I'm thirty-two years old, in reasonable shape, and have been told that I'm quite handsome. I don't have any problems with picking up women. In fact, I turn down a lot of women because they don't meet my high standards. I know that I as I get older, I'll have to modify my standards because I only like young, beautiful women. There will come a time in my life when I can't attract young women and I'll have to settle for women that are closer to my age. But until then, I plan to have a quite pleasant and abundant sex life. I was married once. Married my high school sweetheart but that quickly failed. So I vowed to never marry again. As I stared at Agnes's jiggling blouse, I could imagine being in bed with her, sucking on her titties, probing my tongue up her pussy as she sucked on my hard cock. I like for women to suck me. There is nothing more pleasant in the world than a tender pair of lip- sticked lips wrapped around my cock. While I enjoy sex, I won't go back a second time to a woman unless she blows me the first time. Even if she is the most beautiful woman in the world. If we don't have at least one round of oral sex, I won't crawl back into bed with her. There have been some exceptions. Such as that topless dancer with 48DDD boobs down in Dallas. Or that movie actress in Hollywood. When Agnes paused in our planning session so that she could go to the bathroom, I used that moment to open her dresser and look at her small traveling supply of lingerie. I picked up a bra, glanced at the size to see that she was a 36C and smelled it. I could smell her wonderful cologne and knew that it was the one that she had on this morning. I put it back in the drawer as I found it and sat back down at the table, thinking about my plan. Not my business plan, but my plan to get Agnes into bed. To get her to suck my cock. I had big plans for what I wanted to do to Agnes. I was really looking forward to fucking her. And then leaving her when the six weeks were up. I knew that she would miss me and would want me to come back. But she didn't fit into my plans, except to entertain me in bed for several nights. When she came out of the bathroom, I could smell her slightly stronger cologne and see that she had taken the time to freshen her make-up. As we talked about business, I was watching her for the little signals that would indicate that she wanted me to make my move. While I didn't have any problem with making the first move, I didn't want to ruin a business relationship so I would play it cool, until the right moment, then sweep her off her feet. After four hours of planning, she suggested that we adjourn to the bar. I welcomed that suggestion knowing that we could start getting more personal after a couple of drinks. The bar was about a quarter full and we got a table right next to the bar. There was a lot of foreigners in the bar, along with the native Thailanders. As we ordered our drinks, I glanced around the bar, checking out the other occupants of the hotel. Sitting three tables away was the attractive American woman that I had seen earlier getting out of the elevator. She was sitting with an Italian man and I could barely pick out her voice from the sing-song voices of the Thailand women sitting closer to me. As Agnes read the menu trying to find an appetizer, I found myself staring at the mysterious woman, drawn to stare at her for some unknown reason. The Italian was sitting beside her and I could tell that he had one of his hands on her legs. From the way that they were sitting, and the Italian's gestures, I could tell that they weren't talking about business. Agnes pulled my attention back to her when she noticed that I was staring at the other woman. As we sipped our drinks, our discussion changed from business topics to more personal topics. She had never been married, but had been engaged while in college. She took this job to get away from her old boyfriend. She liked to go dancing. She was originally from Ohio. She was very familiar with a hotel bar where I used to stay in Ohio. And she thought that she was lucky because I had been selected to train her. All in all, our discussion was going very favorable. If we weren't business partners, I would have switched into pick-up mode and started laying some heavy romantic dialog on her, instead of this "let's be friends" bullshit. Agnes excused herself to go to the bathroom and I was playing with my drink's swizzle stick, as I thought about what strategy would be best to get into Agnes' panties. The mysterious American woman walked by my table leaving a sensual trail of her perfume following her and leaned on the bar so that it made her ass look fuller in that tight skirt. I heard her ask for a pack of Marlboro cigarettes. While she waited on the bartender to fill her order, she turned around so that she was facing me and leaned back so that her elbows were resting on the bar. One of her high heeled shoes was placed on the bar rail so that her knee was sticking out, causing the slit in her skirt to reveal a lot of very feminine leg. She was looking back at her companion, sending him signals that I interpreted to mean easy sex, while I watched her seduce him with her eyes and her body. Something about her reminded me of Texas. It might have been her tall body and her long flowing sexy legs. Or the way that she was leaning against the bar with her elbows back causing her proud breasts to thrust forward against her tight silk blouse. Or her long, flowing wavy chestnut brown hairstyle, cascading down her shoulders. She was an excellent example of American beauty and seductive femininity. Her sex appeal radiated from her, causing me to get an erection just from looking at her. Then I remembered that I used to date a native Texas woman who was a cheerleader at the University of Texas and this sexy woman reminded me of her. When the bartender gave her the cigarettes, she turned her head slightly and stared straight into my eyes. For a moment, we stared at each other as I became lost in her deep dark eyes. If eyes are the key to a person's soul, then I met her soul. For a brief moment, I was pulled into her shinning eyes, meeting the fantastic woman hid under those long, fluttering eyelashes. Feeling the common desire to know more about each other. Then a beautiful, friendly smile formed on her face and an honest, welcoming twinkle flashed through her eyes just before she turned away and walked back to her table. For just a moment as she sat down, she glanced back at me, to catch me staring at her again. Then she gave her attention back to her companion as she lit a cigarette. Two drinks later, Agnes and I were best friends as we aired out personal likes and dislikes. She didn't think her old boyfriend was romantic enough and he had some sexual hangups that she didn't like. She knew that I liked oral sex and only smiled when I gave away that secret. My mysterious woman was gone. I had watched as her friend escorted her out of the bar, his hand very low on her waist, almost at the small of her back. Then Agnes announced that she was tired and was going to bed, leaving me alone in the bar. For a couple of minutes, I debated the wisdom of knocking on her door, to see if she was ready for me to spin the night in her bed. Then business sense kicked in and I rejected her as my entertainment for tonight. I picked up a girl in the bar that was from Ireland. She was a little chubby for my taste but she met most of my criteria. She was also horny and looked respectful enough so that I could accept any of my friends knowing that I fucked her. Although she had a sexy appetite, I was very happy when she got up to take a shower before going back to her room. She was a little late getting up and was rushing so that she wouldn't miss her flight. Although it had been a very enjoyable evening, her vagina was just a little too loose for my personal enjoyment and also had too strong of an aroma. I was glad that her flight was leaving and I wouldn't see her again. I'm very particular about my women and what I like. And also what I don't like. ****** Agnes and I visited six customers that first day. Then we raced back to the hotel bar to relieve our frustrations from having to deal with clients. I was on my second beer when the mysterious American girl walked in. I could see her shapely feminine reflection in the bar mirror. She stood in the doorway and looked around the bar as if she was expecting to meet someone. She paused in her search when she saw me sitting at my table and let a faint smile appear on her lips, not realizing that I was watching her from a different angle through the mirror. Then she continued looking around the room before her eyes stopped on someone sitting at a corner table. She took a deep breath, almost as if she was getting ready to do something that she really didn't want to do, then put a smile on her face. It was an artificial smile, one of those smiles where it's not really meant. As a salesman, I'm used to smiling on demand and to recognize when my client is doing the same thing. I watched the nice swing of her ass as she walked across the room and held out her hand to the man, as if it was an introduction to him. The man ignored her hand and patted the bench beside him as an indication for her to sit down. As she sat down beside him, he stared at her as if he were examining a piece of meat for the first time. Not as if he was greeting an old friend or a new acquaintance. It was almost as if he felt that he owned her. Something seemed wrong to me. Not only about the way that he was examining her, but also because I thought that he wasn't her type. I could see an attractive woman going out with the Italian yesterday, but this man was too much of a greasy slimeball to be involved with her. Agnes said something to me, which pulled my attention back to the woman sitting at my table. After a couple of minutes of idle chitchat, I glanced over at their table again, to see the waiter cleaning it up. They were gone. I'm not naive. She has to be a prostitute. Chapter 2 - Mariah After I escorted Agnes to her room and she didn't ask me in, I went back to the lounge. After an hour of sitting by myself, I decided that I wanted to treat myself to a little sexual pampering. I gave the bartender a ten spot and asked him to tell me how to get a hooker sent to my room. He said that he would have someone come by. Her name was Barbie or that's what she said to call her because my western tongue couldn't pronounce her Thailand name. I showed her what I could do with my tongue. She did anything that I wanted her to do. And she had a nice body for an Asian woman. I like my women to have a little more meat on their body. I was lying on my back and she was doing a fantastic job of humping me; but somehow her small overall size reminded me of a six grade girl with big boobs. As she humped me, my imagination went wild and with my eyes closed, she turned into my mystery American woman. This woman was a good fuck. My imagination made her better. ****** I got up early and went for my morning jog. As I was returning to the hotel, I saw the mystery woman walk out of the hotel. She was dressed in the same clothes that she had on yesterday, so it must have been an all- nighter for her. As she walked down the street, I timed it so that I caught up to her just as she reached the corner. "Hi, I'm Dave Rutledge. I just arrived here and was glad to see that other American's are here also. Have you been here long?" She paused before she replied, allowing a little smile to form in the corners of her lips before she replied in a soft, sultry sounding voice "My friends call me Mariah. I was born in America but I've been here for the last ten years, so I almost consider myself to be a native. I saw you in the bar with your attractive friend." "Mariah is a pretty name. I like the sound of it. It invokes a feeling of wind blown adventure." She laughed and responded "Thank you. But I don't think that you stopped me just so that we can bull shit each other. What do you want?" "Right to the point, aren't you? Good. So am I. I'm here to establish a new sales territory with Agnes being the permanent sales agent. I want to make this a productive six weeks so I'm looking for someone that is local, that knows the local markets and how to deal with the natives. When I saw you in the bar, I didn't realize that you had been here that long, but I thought that I could see if you might know someone that could help us." There was a long pause and she held up a long ruby- red fingernail against her voluptuous red lips as if she was thinking. Then she asked "So you are going back to America in six weeks. Is your friend also going back at the same time?" "No, Agnes will be here for at least the next year." "How do you think that I can help you? I'm only a prostitute and know nothing about setting up sales territories. I've fucked a lot of salesmen, but I don't see how that can help." "Will you meet me this afternoon? Not in the hotel bar, but somewhere else so that I can talk to you?" I asked. She didn't answer for almost twenty seconds. I was getting ready to say "pretty please with sugar on it" when she responded "Hotel East Lane is two blocks that way. Be in the bar at 6 pm and don't be late or stand me up. I believe in getting revenge." She turned away and walked across the corner, leaving me standing there, watching her. The rest of the day dragged. I kept looking at my watch and checking our schedule, pushing Agnes to work within the allotted time. For some reason, I found it difficult to concentrate on work and kept thinking about Mariah. I even came up with a lame excuse when one client suggested drinks after work, leaving Agnes to fend for herself with the potential client. At 5:45, I walked into the bar and ordered a beer. At 5:58, Mariah sat down on the stool beside me, saying a few quick words to the bartender; which I didn't understand. "What did you say?" I asked. "I greeted him, explained that you were my friend so he will take care of you instead of treating you like a tourist, and asked for a drink." "You speak very fluent Thai." I said. "You would too, if you had spent half of your life here. At first it was difficult to understand anyone, until I learned the language basics. The Thai, or Siamese, are the dominant ethnic group of Thailand. Their tonal and largely monosyllabic language, isn't affiliated with any other Asian linguistic family. Americans have problems with the language because the language does not relate to any European or English words. That is because Thailand was never a European colony which is rare among the Asian countries. Thai means `free' in their language." "How did you wind up here?" I asked. "My father abandoned me here. I moved here with my parents when my father's job re-located him here. After my mother died under suspicious circumstances, he married a Thai whore who wanted to go to the states. Only my new step-mother wasn't interested in having me, a ten year old child, tag along with them. Dad was pussy whipped and would do anything she wanted. When they sneaked back to the states after he was fired from his job because of stealing, I was left to fend for myself. The whore's friends took me in and started selling my body to pay my share of the rent. Child prostitutes are very common here and are in high demand. The first several times I didn't cooperate and was raped. Then I learned that it was futile to resist. I have been a whore ever since. It's the only life that I know." "I'm sorry. I didn't realize." I stammered. "Don't be. I serve a useful purpose and have learned to adapt to my role in society. I even learned to enjoy it and can't think about doing anything else now. Because of the way that I look and how I pleasure my customers, I make very good money for a Thai whore. So much money, that I could quit now and live very comfortable here for the rest of my life. But I won't quit, because it is the only life that I know and I enjoy providing pleasure to my male customers. I also have a very regular customer base where I trust my customers and don't have to seek out new customers. But enough about me. Now, why don't you explain why you think a whore can help you break into this market?" I was glad that she changed the subject. I quickly responded "We don't understand the Thai mentality. We don't know how to deal with their personality issues. I was hoping that you could give us some advice. I would be willing to pay for your time." She paused, lighting a cigarette, leaving a trace of her red lipstick on the filter before she responded "I haven't done anything for free in a long time. When you stopped me, I thought it was because you wanted to fuck me. So you want me to sell my knowledge and not my body. It sounds interesting to have an business relationship that does not involve sex." With her ruby tipped fingernail, she flicked her cigarette lighter open and close a couple of times as she thought about my proposal. Then she continued "I have an established client schedule and could only assist one to two hours every evening before I have to go to work. I still have to maintain my clients after you leave and I can't afford to lose any of them." "I understand and will work around your schedule." "I want ten dollars an hour." she said. "That is reasonable." "No, it's not. It's highway robbery for a Thai's time when sex isn't involved. And I'm considered a Thai by the locals, no matter what I look like. For that much money, you can hire someone for all day." "I'll still pay it." I smiled at her. She smiled back and responded "I know you will. I wasn't turning it down, just advising you of the salary difference." For the next hour, we talked. She really gave me an in- depth understanding of most Thailander's personality and how they would re-act to different situations. I had just wanted to meet her when I came up with this bullshit plan, but she was really providing me with valuable insight into their personalities. At exactly 7:10 she said "Time's up for today and I have someone that is waiting for me. I can meet with you for one hour about the same time tomorrow, two hours the next day and then I have to go out of town with a client for two days. He wants to show off his American woman and how she can't get enough of him. He's willing to pay me four times my normal rate, so I'll play his little game. Same place tomorrow night?" "Yes." I responded as I reached for my billfold. She stopped my hand by putting her hand on my wrist, squeezing me with her warm, long fingernails as she said "I'll keep track of what you owe me. Just before you leave, we can settle up. I don't want your money to get mixed in with my pimp's money." I went back to my hotel bar and had the bartender send up another whore. This girl had completely over- sized artificial breasts and long blonde hair. She was dressed and tried to look like a Thai Dolly Parton. While she looked nice with a dress on, her silicone implants felt hard and didn't look normal when she was naked and rolling on the bed. After a quick fuck, I paid her the five dollars and eased her ass out of my room. Agnes was a little grumpy the next morning because the client had hit on her and she finally had to slip away, knowing that she probably lost him as a customer. She took her anger out on me, but I didn't care. Again I found it difficult to concentrate on work. As I was taking notes at a meeting with a prospective client, I discovered that the doodling that I was doing, was a drawing of the ruby-red voluptuous Texas lips that I had stared at last night as we talked. She's a whore. A fucking whore who is more Thai than American. But I can't get my mind off of her. I don't know what's wrong with me. I could hire her to fuck me but I don't want to do that. Let me take that back. I do want her to fuck me, but I want it to be because she wants to be with me, not because I paid her. I must be getting old. My older brother warned me that there would come a day when I would start feeling these strange urges to settle down; when I would want more than a good simple fuck from a woman. When I would allow myself to get trapped in that hopeless state of marriage. I feel funny. I can't get her out of my mind. ****** Agnes was a little suspicious when I turned down another invitation to stop off for drinks a second time. I can't tell her that I'm meeting a whore that I have hired to discuss local attitudes. And that I don't want her to go with me. Mariah was right on time. As she lit her almost constant cigarette, I looked at her to see if I could figure out why she attracted me so much. She was dressed in a normal American cocktail dress, looking like a woman out on the town with her man. Her long wavy Chestnut hair framed her face, complementing her classic facial features. While she was exposing some cleavage, it was an acceptable display. "Have you told your friend about me yet?" she asked, shaking me loose from my daydream. "No." "Why not? I was looking forward to meeting her. I like the way she dresses and wanted to talk to her about where she buys her clothes." "She brought them with her." She smiled as she admonished me "You don't understand women. I watch the fashions and try to keep up with the latest styles. I just wanted to talk to her about trends that we won't see over here for another year. I understand that you fucked Terahi last night?" My face turned red. I nodded my head. She smiled "Terahi and I grew up in the same whorehouses, experiencing puberty together. We used to sit around and talk about the mystery of our changing bodies. When we were waiting on our next customer, we would compare our budding breasts, help each other style our hair, and talk about what it was like to grow up as a Thailand woman. She was my best friend and I was her slightly younger sister. If it hadn't been for her, I would probably not survived my adolescence years. As we grew up, she used to get jealous of my larger breasts, showing her anger because my body was filling out with feminine curves while she was still looking like a little girl going through puberty. Then one day, Terahi ruined her body with her cheap implants. She went from being almost flat with breasts just a little bigger than scrambled eggs, to having two oranges-like bumps squeezed under her tight skin. I laughed at her and told her to get them taken out because they didn't look real and then to get out of the business, but she wouldn't listen to me. After her skin stretched to fit her implants and looked somewhat normal, she decided that they were too small. So she went through a second surgery where they removed the first implants and inserted even larger silicone implants to bring her up to her current size. What did you really think of her boobs?" "They turned me off." "She looks nice dressed, but her breasts look so unrealistic when they are bouncing inches from your face. I was always pressured to increase my boob size because I could make more money, but I didn't want to have the implants. It's so hard to find a good doctor over here who you can trust to do the surgery correctly. Men are so visual oriented and like big boobs and they tip better when they are satisfied. So what you are seeing hanging on my chest, is nothing more than the effect of feminine hormones. What do you think of my boobs?" "I haven't seen them yet, except when you leaned over to pick up your purse. You have a nice body from what I have seen so far." She flounced her hair and struck a teasing pose as she responded in a seductive pose "I have a body that you'll never forget. I guarantee it." Then she started laughing so hard that a tear formed in her eye. I laughed with her. When she quit laughing, she continued "You don't know how hard it is, to look sexy like this. I have to constantly work out, watch what I eat, and worry about body parts that like to sag. If I didn't wear the proper support undergarments, I would look like shit. But enough about me, you are paying to learn about business people." The hour passed too quickly. Not only was she beautiful, but she was very intelligent also. I think of most women as being basically bimbos whose only function in life is to satisfy my animal instincts. Although she hadn't attended formal schools past the fifth grade, she was self taught. Her keen understanding of human psychology was self-learnt from her years of living as a hooker. When it was time for her to leave, I was torn with asking her to stay, or risking paying her to stay. I wanted to take her back to my hotel room and make love to her. Oh, shit. I wanted to make love to her, not fuck her. I haven't felt that way about a woman since my first college sweetheart. With reluctance, I let her go, knowing that within twenty minutes, she would be letting someone undress her as they played with each other's private areas. That she would be allowing him to suck on her breasts. That she would be taking his cock into her body, letting his cum spurt into her. That she would be letting some stranger do the things to her that I wanted to do to her, but couldn't. Knowing that I wouldn't see her for two more days, because she was traveling with a man who was paying her to pretend to be his wife. Chapter 3 - Agnes When I joined Agnes in the breakfast bar, she was acting funny. She was quite and acted as if she had something on her mind. Where she had previously been vivacious, now she was subdued. As we visited our customers, she was her normal professional self, but as soon as we walked out of the customer's office, she returned to her restrained personality. We had a customer join us at lunch so I couldn't really talk to her about this drastic change in her personality. As we were riding down the elevator from the last customer on our schedule, I asked "Would you like to join me at happy hour?" She paused before replying "I would like that very much." I had the taxi take us to a near-by bar. Once we were seated at the table and had our drinks in front of us, I said "Something seems to be bothering you." She stared at me before replying "Do you find me attractive?" "Why, of course. You are extremely beautiful." "That's not what I asked you. I can be beautiful but not attractive to your eyes." "Yes, I'm very attracted to you." "Then why the hell don't you open up and let me get closer to you. When I saw you back at the main office, I started having night fantasies about being in a hotel room with you for six weeks. We have been here four nights and you ran away from me for two nights. As soon as I could get rid of the customer and get back to the hotel, I ran back to the hotel, hoping that you would call me. I sat in my hotel room both nights just waiting for you to call. Are you gay?" I laughed and responded "No. I've never seen a man that attracted me or one that I wanted to get in bed with. What we have here is a failure to communicate. I thought that you were being professional and wanted to keep that relationship, so I've been on my best behavior. I didn't know that you wanted me as much as I wanted you." Her slightly misty eyes glistened as she responded "Let's go back to my room and make up for lost time." ****** As soon as we got in the taxi, we kissed for the first time in the taxi. It was a long, loving kiss, offering promise of her held back passion. She sat next to me, letting my hand stroke her long beautiful blonde hair. The silky feel of her flaxen hair falling between my fingers was very erotic. As my hand caressed her hair, I let my other hand run along her cheek, feeling her soft skin as I smelled her sweet smelling hair. Her breathing became deeper and her breasts were beginning to rise and fall with her deeper breathing. I looked up to see the taxi driver staring at us in the mirror. I threw a twenty dollar bill over the seat and he adjusted his mirror so that he was no longer looking at us in the mirror. Agnes and I were both very aroused. She moaned softly as I pulled her business jacket back before I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and released her beautiful breasts. I knew that she wasn't wearing a bra and was very pleased with my first sight of those creamy mounds. My hand softly touched her creamy white breast and she slightly jerked as she tried to hold back her light moan. Her nipples were fully erect and I rubbed her pouty nipples with my finger tips, watching them grow as I tease them. We were disturbed from our foreplay by the driver's broken English as he asked "You wanna me go long country drive or get out. Here hotel." I looked up to see that we were approaching our hotel. I looked at Agnes and she whispered "Bed. Quickly." as she shuddered. I said "Pull in." as I gave him five more dollars. He got paid twenty-five dollars for a three dollar ride. Agnes buttoned her blouse quickly and pulled her jacket front, back to a more normal look. As we got out of the taxi, I remembered holding her hand and feeling her warm blood flow through her normally cold hands as we walked through the lobby. As soon as we got into the elevator, she rubbed her body against me as she whispered "My panties are soaking wet. I became even more turned on as my wet panties squished against my flesh as we walked across the lobby. Can you smell me?" "Yes, and you smell so wonderful, so feminine, so horny." I whispered as I squeezed her breasts through her blouse. Fondling her breasts as I sucked on her neck was making me rock hard. I couldn't wait for the elevator to stop but didn't want it to stop also. When the elevator door opened, we ran to her room like two teenage kids. She fumbled with her key and couldn't get the key into the lock. She shoved the key in my hand and as I tried to unlock her door, she started pulling my shirt out of my pants. By the time I got her door open, she had my shirt half-way un- buttoned. As her door slammed behind us, she dropped to her knees and started tugging on my belt buckle as she pulled me down onto the carpet with her. My hands were trying to fumble with her blouse buttons which don't want to cooperate now. So with one quick jerk that popped her buttons, I exposed her heaving breasts. I locked my lips around one of her pouty nipples, staring at her creamy white boobs as her hands continue to work on my trousers. She tugged at my trousers, pulling them down around my hips, as my hand quickly slid up her dress, then inside her panties. She was right about her panties being wet. As I stroked her pussy, she jerked again and I felt the shudder go through her as another wave exploded inside her body. The air was thick with her nectar of the god's scent and I had to explore the source of that wonderful smell. I rolled her over on her back as I expertly pulled her damp panties completely down and off her long legs before I kneeled between her legs. She spread her legs, inserted her index finger into her vagina and then offered a pussy wet finger to my mouth. Although the real thing was only inches away, I sucked brazenly on her finger. When I finished cleaning her finger, her finger slid out of my mouth, and her hand roamed through my hair, pulling my head between her legs. As my tongue touched her, she moaned loudly and her legs wrapped around my neck, holding me prisoner. My movement was limited to my tongue. The smell and taste of her pussy was intoxicating as I licked her clit and tongued her juicy hole. Through muffled ears, I hear her loud cries of pleasure while I was licking and sucking her; as her copious pussy juices flowed down my chin. My tongue passionately licked her clit, as my hands fondled her breasts. Although I couldn't see them, I could clearly feel her engorged and swollen nipples. Suddenly her legs squeezed my head tighter as she rapidly humped my face. Her orgasm was intense and her sweet, warm cum covered my face. The orgasm caused her to thrash uncontrollably. Her pussy gushed as I licked and mouthed her hot, wet cunt. With a guttural sound she stiffened for a long moment, then jerked. Her hips pulsated, and I gulped the river that poured out of her. She released my face and I rotated so that my cock was rubbing against her lips as I continued to nibble hungrily against her pussy. Using my fingers and tongue, I spread her vagina so that I could easily suck her enlarged clit into my mouth. The pungent aroma of her secretions was more than I could bear. I felt her lips wrap around my cock head and felt her suck on me gently. I wanted more and shifted position slightly so that I forced more of my cock into her mouth. For a moment, I thought that she resisted it, then she let me enter her mouth. I used my tongue against her clit to show her that I wanted her to use her tongue on me. I pulled back slightly so that she had some head room, so that she could use her mouth to stroke me. Something seemed wrong. Although I was turned on and sucking her wet clit for everything I could do, she wasn't as enthusiastic with my cock. My very hard cock was just resting in her mouth and she was only barely sucking me. With a gentle motion, I rolled her over so that we were in a slightly different position. My cock came out of her mouth and as I pushed my cock back gently forward toward her mouth, I felt closed lips. Encircling her clit with my lips, I rapidly vibrated my tongue across its velvet-like inner flesh, hoping that I could provide her with the incentive to suck my cock. Her clit felt like a distended button knob as I sucked it deep within my mouth. She started shifting position so that I was rolled over on my back and she climbed on top of me so that her pussy was directly over my cock. As her hands rubbed my chest, she whispered "Please don't ask me to do that." I stared into her eyes and then nodded to her as she eased down, guiding my cock so that my cock slid inside her. I could feel her vagina as it sucked my cock deeper inside her. Her wetness was overpowering. My cock felt as if it was in a container of oil. She whispered, "I want you inside me, and I'm going to give you the best fuck that you ever had." I caressed her tits with my free hand as she rode me. Although what she was doing to me was very pleasurable, it wasn't what I wanted her to do to me. As she alternated humping up and down on me, with sideways movements and changes in her speed, my mind drifted as I enjoyed the wonderful feeling of her pussy sloshing around my cock. I stared at her creamy white breasts bouncing up and down as she thrashed up and down. My eyes drifted to her glistening lips as I focused on her slightly open mouth. I shut my eyes as I listened to her groans and felt her vagina muscles squeeze me. As my mind drifted, I could still see her lips with my imagination, but her face was changing. Her face changed to Mariah's face and her hair changed color to Mariah's hairstyle. With my eyes shut, it was Mariah that was riding me, not Agnes. As Agnes went up and down on me, my fantasy Mariah wrapped her lips around my cock. Although it was Agnes' vagina muscles squeezing my cock, I was pretending it was Mariah's mouth. With this new fantasy simulation combined with the real simulation, I couldn't control myself anymore. I released a low groan as my balls tightened and my hips started pounding against her movement. She sensed my impending explosion and sucked me in deeper, squeezing me as hard as she could. I felt her fingernails dig deep into me as she also joined me in another orgasm. With a barely stifled, "Aaaaahhhhh!" I let go and drove hard into her mouth, I mean her cunt. As I exploded into her, I opened my eyes and came back to reality. It was Agnes that I was fucking, not Mariah. She collapsed on top of me, my cock still buried deep inside her wet cunt. I could feel her juices mixed with my cum, flowing out of her and down the crack of my ass. Her breathing was very deep and she was lying on my damp chest. We laid like that for several minutes before she whispered "I like to be ate, but I can't do the same thing. I gag when a cock rams deep into my mouth and it ruins the night for me. You don't mind, do you?" "No, I enjoyed making love to you very much." I lied. ****** Our clothes were a mess, with the ripped buttons and dried pussy juice. I spent the night in her room. We moved from the floor to her bed. Now, that I knew what to expect, I didn't try to force her to blow me anymore. Except for that, she was right. She was a good fuck. She would let me eat her, but her lips didn't come near my cock again. We fucked four times that first night and each time, my imagination drifted away so that it was Mariah in bed with me. We cut our appointments short the next day and rushed back to her room. This time, we got our clothes off before we fucked each other's brains out. I enjoyed the saltiness of my cum mixed with her pussy juice. So we would fuck and then I would eat her out while my cock rested. When I was ready, we would fuck again. At lunch the next day, she suggested that we change our afternoon appointments so that we could go back to her room. I took a deep breath because it was the moment that I knew that I had to make a decision. I responded "We still have almost five weeks where we will be working together and have a lot of work to do. I don't know about you, but I need to get a little rest tonight or my cock will fall off from over-use." She giggled and responded "Ok, big man. If my little pussy is too much for you and you need to rest, I can accept that. Why don't we go to my room after work and just sleep together? All curled up beside each other, but no sex." "I can't trust myself in bed with you. I need to rest." "It's your loss." she replied coquettish. Chapter 4 - The fight After work, I escorted her to her room, and then to my room to change clothes. I called the hotel operator and requested her to hold my calls, then took my phone off the hook. Looking up and down the hall, I slipped out of my room and down the stairway. I used a back hotel exit and quickly walked the two blocks to the hotel bar where I was going to meet Mariah. I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. As I sipped on it, I wondered how I was to resolve my two women situation. I liked Agnes and had to spend the next five weeks working with her. I also liked fucking her; but for some reason, I could only think about Mariah when I was in bed with Agnes. I reminded myself of the old motto about a "bird in the hand being better than two birds in the bush" but it didn't work. I still wanted Mariah. "Hello, Dave." said a soft voice behind me. I turned to see a smiling Mariah standing behind me. She was wearing the typical Thailand female dress. She said "My client wanted me to dress very traditional, knowing that my American body would look over-stacked. Have you been waiting long?" "No, I just got here a few minutes ago. How are you?" "A little tired. My client is an old friend that I have been with for several years. In fact, I don't take new clients on because I have such a long list of repeating clients. Anyhow, this guy doesn't know when to quit. Six times a night is normal for him. I really earned my money although he was very generous. I made more in the last two days than most native Thai's make in a year." She sat down beside me and lit a cigarette as the bartender brought her a drink. I saw several condom packages in her purse when she opened her purse. I looked at her breasts pressing against her native blouse, her exposed thighs through the slit in her dress and knew that I had to have her. I had imagined what it would be like to have sex with her and now I had to have her. I asked "Which condoms are the best?" "Depends upon what you like. The ribbed ones help me enjoy sex more, but I really use them for my protection. I haven't had sex with anyone in over ten years without a condom between us. I take that back. I had one customer whom I trusted very much and he used to beg me to do it natural. All my johns have to wear them or I keep going." I softly asked "Would you consider adding me to your list of clients?" She removed a small piece of tobacco from her mouth before replying "That could ruin our short but pleasurable friendship. You would be just another John. Is that the relationship that you want with me?" "No. I want to make love with you, but don't want to lose your friendship." She smiled at me before she took a sip of her drink. Then she said "I can have any man that I want and most women. I'm very selective about who I rent my body to and even more selective as to who I give my body to. I know why you want me and understand your needs. Believe me, I know more about what it feels like to have a horny cock hanging between your legs, than you realize. However, I also have my own personal needs. Most times, I ignore my needs and do whatever it takes to make the money. When I saw you and talked to you, it wasn't as a whore talking to her john, it was as a woman talking to her man. I want you also, but I don't want you to be just a client. When and if I do have sex with you, it will be free because it's something that I want as much as you want it. But I can't do it now. I want us to have a normal relationship that isn't built upon sex alone. I want to know you as a person and think of you that way. Not as another cock. Does that make any sense?" "Yes." I replied. She smiled and turned in her swivel chair so that her legs were rubbing against my legs. She raised her hand, touching one fingertip against her lips, before transferring that kiss to my lips with her fingertip. I caught her hand and held it, staring in her beautiful eyes. Those same beautiful eyes that I had remembered as I made love to Agnes. We didn't say anything as we stared at each other. Then I heard someone close say "Dave, I went shopping for some new underwear and saw you walk in here. I didn't follow you on purpose and thought that I would surprise you. I see that it was me that got the surprise." I turned to see a very angry Agnes standing mere inches away. As I opened my mouth, she cried "I don't want to hear your lies. You can have your whore but you will never have me again." She turned and stomped out of the bar. I started to go after her, but Mariah stopped me "If I was just your whore, I would gladly let you go after her. But I feel that I'm your woman and I don't want you to go. If you go after her, I won't be here when you come back. It's your choice" I stood and looked at her. I wanted her, but I felt that I owed something to Agnes after sleeping with her the last two nights. For thirty seconds, I stood there like a damn fool. Then I said "Agnes is my business partner and I have to look after her and work with her. I can't hurt her like this. I'll be back." As I walked across the bar, Mariah cried "I won't be here." I turned to watch her stand up as she snubbed out her cigarette and picked up her purse. Then she turned and walked toward the other door. I hurried back to the hotel and saw Agnes as she stepped into the elevator. I yelled for her to hold the door but she let it shut in my face as she angrily stared at me. By the time I got up to her floor, she was in her locked room. She ignored my knocking and eventually a bellhop asked me to leave or go back to my room. I called from my room but her phone was off the hook. I couldn't go after Mariah because I didn't know where to find her. I slowly laid back on my bed thinking about the mess that I was in. My business partner now hated me and I had five long weeks of working with her which could be pure hell. Mariah was mad at me and I only had five short weeks to resolve our differences. Two beautiful sexy women and both of them hated me. It could be a long five weeks. ****** I found a note under my door. The very business-like note was from Agnes and basically noted that she wanted to use my time as productive as possible. Therefore, she would see one series of clients while I visited other clients. She gave me a list of clients to see today, with the addendum that she would call me tonight to discuss work and tomorrow's schedule. It was a very formal note from a pissed off woman. I followed her schedule and hurried back to the hotel. Again, her phone was off the hook and she wouldn't answer my door knocks. I rushed over to the bar where I had left Mariah. She didn't show up and the bartender pretended he didn't know who I was talking about. So I returned to my hotel bar, only to discover that not only did the hotel bartender pretend that he didn't know Mariah, but he was suddenly out of the private business of providing women to the hotel guests. The next several days were pure hell. Agnes found some way to hide from me. I ignored her daily schedule under my doorway and put my own notes under her doorway. We entered a weekend where we should have been exploring the countryside but instead I was sitting in my room, all by myself. I went for a walk and picked up a Thai woman. As we were walking back to my hotel, a woman passed us and said something in Thai to my whore. I looked at the woman and recognized Terahi, who was Mariah's friend. The whore that I was with, stopped and said in her halting English "Maybe some other time. I go now." She turned and walked away, leaving me staring at Terahi. I said "Where is Mariah? I've got to talk to her." "She say me tell you that you had your chance and fucked up. She pay me and friends to make sure that you have sorry five weeks." "Fuck you and fuck her. I screwed up and I admit it. I want to talk to her. I want to apologize to her and beg her forgiveness. Tell her that I have to see her. If she really likes me as much as she claims, she will forgive me this one error." Terahi didn't say anything for several seconds, then she said "I believe you truth. She feel hurt and is in anger. She liked you really. Go your room and wait while I talk to her." She turned and left me standing on the corner. I knew that I had to do as she directed. In my hotel room, I paced the floor, waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting to hear her sultry voice call out for me. There was a knock on my door. I opened it to discover Mariah standing in the hallway. She was wearing jeans and a blouse. She said "Terahi can be very persuasive and convinced me to cancel my early date for tonight. I understand that you wanted to talk to me." "Yes, please come in." I watched as she entered the room and sat down in the room's only chair. I sat on the bed and watched as she lit her cigarette. Then she softly said "What do you wish to say?" "I made a mistake. I want us to be more than friends and regret hurting you." She stared at me for a moment and then picked up the phone, pressing a button. As she waited on the operator, she turned on the room's radio to a soft music station. After a short pause, she said "Room Service, please send a bottle of wine up to Room 412. Thank you." She stood up and held out her hand as she continued "I won't make love to you tonight, but I'll talk to you and flirt with you. Dance with me." I stood up and she melted into my body. Her soft, shiny Chestnut hair felt so soft against my face as she leaned her body into my body. As her breasts pressed against me, I felt extremely relieved that she was back. We danced slow, feeling the music, enjoying the comfort of each other's body, not saying a word because it would destroy the mood. Still entwined in each other's arms and our sensual embrace, we tenderly kiss and I slowly danced around so that I could see our reflections in the mirror. We looked so perfect and comfortable with each other. Her tall body was the correct size and portion for my taller and wider male body. Her eyes were shut and I could see that very faint and enjoyable smile on her face. A loud knock on the door interrupted our slow dance to an old Tommy Dorsey song. She said "It's the wine. I can't drink much but would like a glass to relax me. I felt very tense coming up here to your room." I slowly let go of her and walked over to the door. I was reaching for my billfold as I opened the door and was shocked to see Agnes standing there. She had a smile on her face as she said "I made a fool of myself and it took several days for me to get the courage to admit it. I want to apologize." I just stared at her, knowing that the partially open door was keeping her from seeing Mariah. I knew that my mouth was open but I didn't know what to say. I heard Agnes continue "Can you forgive me?" She stepped forward and put her arms around my neck. I felt her tense and her arms jump from around my neck. She was staring at Mariah sitting in the chair. For ten seconds, no one said anything or moved as the two women stared at each other. Then Agnes said "It's obvious that I made another mistake. It won't occur again. I suggest that you return to the states because I refuse to work with you. Have a good day." She turned and walked out of the room. My stomach was in knots and I felt confused. I wanted to run after her and work something out, but I knew that I would lose Mariah. I turned around and Mariah was picking up her purse. She said "Looks like you still have some major decisions to make about your personal life. I suggest that you follow her and try to resolve your business problems. After all, money is money. Speaking of which, I still have time to catch my early date. I'll be in touch." As she stepped forward, I caught her arm and cried "Don't go." She looked at me and proclaimed in an angry voice "I've never made a relationship commitment to a man. When I do, he is going to be my only man. Until you are ready to make the same commitment to me, I have to earn a living. And before you go pick up just any Thai woman for a quick fuck, ask the bartender to send Terahi up to see you. You don't have to worry about catching something from her. If Terahi hadn't stopped you earlier tonight, you would've got a good dose of the clap from that unclean whore." "Mariah. Please don't go." I cried. She shook my hand loose from her wrist as she replied "I'm not mad, but I'm a little upset and I don't want to be with you right now. I'll be back, but not tonight. I'll be back when it's only me and you; and that bitch knows her place in your life. And you know my place." I followed her to the elevator, pleading with her before she turned one more time to instruct me "Shut up or I'll never come back. I wanted to spend some quality time with you tonight but that loving mood is gone. I'm going to go to work and fuck someone's brains out while I wish that I was really with you. I'm pissed at you, at her and most of all, at myself, for under estimating myself and my relationship with you. I have to go and will plan some time off tomorrow so that we can talk. Now, don't ask me to stay again or you will really piss me off." I stared into her eyes as the elevator door shut. I walked slowly back to my room, only to discover a bellhop standing there, holding a bottle of wine. I took the wine, signed the bill, and shut the door. I needed to throw a good drunk. Chapter 5 - No nooky is... Agnes was in the breakfast bar the next morning. I stood at her table and she said "I have to work with you but that doesn't mean that I have to like you. You may sit down." I sat down and said "I'm sorry. I tried to talk to you all week. Mariah was also mad at me and we had just resolved our differences. She and I were talking but we weren't going to do anything." "Is she a whore?" "No, she is a prostitute." I admitted. Agnes leaned back in her chair and softly said in a sarcastic tone "Some day, you have to explain the difference to me. How can you kiss her, knowing that an hour ago, she was probably sucking some man's cock? As for us, I thought that we had something special. I was very happy being with you and enjoyed making love to you. Why did you need the services of a prostitute? Did you hire her to blow you?" "No, I didn't hire her for that. I mean, I hired her for another purpose but not for her body. She has lived here most of her life and she knows how to deal with the typical businessmen. I was paying her to teach me how they react, so that we could have a higher sign-up rate." Agnes laughed, but it was more of a snort than a laugh as she said "A prostitute providing business training? So when were you going to get down on your knees and suck your client's cock. As he butt-fucked you, were you going to slide a contract in front of him? Come on, Dave. Give me credit for having more brains than to believe that." "It's the truth. That was my intent, but as I was working with her, I discovered that I was attracted to her." Agnes leaned forward and angrily whispered "So as I was fucking you, you were probably thinking about her. Thanks, you really know how to hurt people." She jumped up from the table and marched out of the restaurant. My stomach was in knots from the tension and from drinking all that wine last night. As I stared at my cold pancakes, someone said "I was asked to give you a message. Mariah wants you to meet her at this address at 11 am." I looked up to see the waiter holding a card with an address printed on it. Does every Thai know Mariah? ****** The taxi driver drove me to the address on the card. It turned out to be a private club located several miles outside Bangkok on the Gulf of Thailand. After the guard checked his list and found my name, he admitted me. I walked into the lobby to find the concierge waiting for me. He stated in very impeccable English "Mr. Rutledge, so nice of you to join us today. Miss Mariah asked me to show you to the locker room where you can change and then to please join her on the beach. We have taken the liberty of providing you a bathing suit, which is in your locker. It is a beautiful day for a swim and we have the best beach in the country." He escorted me to the locker room and gave me a key to a locker. When I opened the locker, I saw a skimpy male bikini, not the usual boxer type of bathing suit that I was used to. I turned around to discover that I was alone and probably was expected to wear the bikini. At least it wasn't a thong bikini. I changed and walked down the door, discovering a nice little private beach on the ocean. There was about thirty people on the beach and several of the Thai women were topless. I immediately noticed that all the men wore bikini bottoms. There was a row of lovely young women, all topless, sitting under the beach umbrellas. I felt myself becoming slightly aroused as I looked around at all this prime flesh. It was easy to pick out Mariah's tall western female body, sitting on the blanket as someone rubbed lotion on her back. As I walked over to her, the Thai woman rubbing lotion on her back whispered something to Mariah and she turned to look at me. She raised her sunglasses and gave a low wolf whistle, causing some of the other beach occupants to look at me. She patted the blanket beside her as a signal for me to sit down beside her. As soon as I was sitting, Mariah said "Confusus say that men with erect cocks should not wear bikini