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Beyond Chiang Mai
A Bangkok Slaver Story
WARNING!
Contains sex and violence forced upon a woman by both male
and females. The story is for mature adults who can
maintain a distinction no matter how vague, between reality
and fiction. It is intense. You have been warned.
`Beyond Chiang Mai' is entirely a work of fiction. It is an
original story that borrows some characters from the Bangkok
Slaver series by both Marlissa, Parker, as well as this
humble scribe.
This is a journey to places far beyond any brochure. To
strange lands with stranger customs but with people like you
and me. Some searching, others having already found what
they were looking for. I hope you take the trip and can
accept what you may find.
Enjoy the story as it may be my last. Remember Bob Dylan's
words, "The times, they are a-changing."
(c) 1997, Stroker Ace
Beyond Chiang Mai
Chapter -- 1, Home is where the heart is
`I need a hero,
He has got to be strong,
He has got to be fast
He has got to be fresh from the fight.'
I leaned over and turned off the radio. The floor is
cool on my bare feet, it is early morning. Tiptoeing across
the hall, I ever so gently open the door and slip in under
the floral sheet. She lies on her side in a satin pink baby
doll. Gorgeous reddish brown hair spills over her pillow.
I can't resist. It has been too long. Gently and slowly,
careful not to disturb her, I work my hand to her waist.
The satin is delightfully cool. The curve of her hips under
my trembling hand, over to her thigh, on bare skin now,
warmer but still cool. She stirs, rearranges a leg, a
sleepy moan exhaled from parted lips. Under the baby doll
now, encouraged and so very excited, oh she feels so good,
tight, firm, she stirs again and rolls onto her back. Her
love mound is trimmed back, a perfect little triangle, hair
in tight curls, the same reddish brown. I enter her, my
finger in her folds then in under her clit. She is moist
not yet wet, I cuddle my erection against her thigh, trying
not to hump her leg too hard. Another finger in, it has
been so long.
"Uh, ohhh, Shaaane.. Uh, oh. Oh, Reggie, it's you. Not
now honey." My wife of four years wakens. "You know, I have
to go to work. What is it, Friday? Staff meeting with the
Old Man.." She puckers her lips in a kiss, towards me.
"Would it hurt if your were few minutes late?" I slide
to cover the distance that has grown between my cock and the
warmth of her body. My hand goes for her breast while the
other seeks reentry, but it too late. She rolls from bed.
"I am turning blue."
"Oh, honey, you are so sweet," she smiles. Giving me a
rare treat she strikes a tennis pose, legs slightly apart
she stretches her arms over her head, taking to her toes.
What a body. Lean from Weight Watchers even though they say
she should eat more. Strong and firm from jazzercise on
Tuesdays, then gym three afternoons a week and mile in the
pool on the off days. In one fluid motion the pink satin is
pulled over her head, another smile for me and she playfully
throws it in my face.
I breathe it in deeply.
"Oh, look at the time. Got to run. Do I have to get
the coffee myself?"
"Sorry, dear. I'll get it."
French roast, artificial sweetener, her vitamins just the
way Colleen likes it. I put a birth control pill in a paper
cup on the tray. I wonder why, she never lets me touch her
anymore. She is coming from the shower, an oversize towel
wrapped around her, tucked between her breast, another
around her hair.
"Oh Reggie, the Old Man is having another garden party
Sunday." She shakes her hair, bending forward to brush it
out.
"Sometimes I think that you only keep me around for your
bosses' parties, or his dinners, or theater."
"You know how much of a family man Old Man is. Ever
since his nice disappeared he lives for the family. He
likes that in all his people," she blew a kiss towards me.
"Even wants me to start a family."
"We could."
"Not a chance."
"Thanks a lot." My wife made a kissing motion with her
lips. "You know what I mean."
"I could go back to work, full time. With my salary, you
would not have to work so much. I never get to see you
anymore. You have your own bedroom, go to work then
exercise with your girl friends. I have your snack waiting
for you when you get home and you fall asleep."
"Oh don't start with me Reginald. Not now. You know
what this job means to me. Not to mention the pay. Anyway
I need you honey, there is so much to do. Remember we tried
it with you working, nothing around the house ever got
done." She turned on the blow dryer to end the discussion.
"Honey, touch up the collar on this blouse. Be careful,
its silk. Use low heat on the iron."
"The collar looks fine to me.."
"Oh, don't be silly," she blew me a kiss.
"Honey, go to the store today and pick up some margarita
mix. The girls are coming over tomorrow. Be a dear and
clean the patio."
"Again? I guess you want me out of the house?"
"Would you dear? Oh that is sweet of you. I will put an
extra ten in your house money. Go take in a movie or buy
one of those adventure books that you like so much. Its
just that this is for us girls."
Colleen put on the blouse. She wore thigh high stockings
with a vine pattern on each leg. I had driven by in the old
Ford, if her girl friends were over they must have walked
because there were no cars in the driveway, only the pool
man's truck. He was not much of a pool cleaner either. On
Sunday mornings there would still be leaves on the bottom.
"Shall I call the pool boy and cancel? I wouldn't want
him to distract your friends."
"No that is all right. Shane is no bother."
"Shane?"
"Oh... Shane or Sam, I am not sure."
"I just thought that those shorts he always wears would
be distracting to your card game. You would think that with
all the money we are paying him he could get some shorts
that cover his ass. And he could wear a shirt, but I guess
he wants to show off those pecks."
"No it's OK. Brenda likes to watch him. You know what a
slut Brenda is. She thinks he is a hunk." She picked a
black leather skirt, way high over her knee. "I have nice
legs don't you think?," she asked, looking herself in the
mirror. "Nice." She ran a hand across her flat stomach.
Turning to me, "What you need is a little change of
scenery," she said. Old Man Bodwell is after me to start a
family. You are getting restless. I have been wanting to
tell you. I guess now is a good time."
"I approached Bodwell after our racquet ball game,
Tuesday. You know how he just loves to see me run around in
that little skirt. I have a hell of a time letting him win.
He is actually pretty good when he can keep his mind off my
ass. Anyway, Old Man Bodwell would do and pay anything to
find out what happened to his girls. I told you about it.
Don't you remember? Last year both mother and daughter got
involved in narcotics, ran up some bills then disappeared to
avoid the creditors. Left a good job at British Airways.
Took everyone by surprise. Well, I told the Old Man that
you are a private investigator and would try to find his
girls. He went for it. Agreed to pay your expenses and if
you actually find something, to give me, I mean us, give us
a bonus."
"What? That's crazy! I'm a teacher not some kind of
international gum shoe."
"An unemployed shop teacher. Remember? Reggie, you
always sell yourself short. That's your problem, you have
no ambition. That's why without me you are nothing. Oh
Reggie, you can do it, Reggie. Do it for me."
"There is no way that I can find anything about missing
girls. What do I know about detective stuff?"
"Honey, you read all those silly mystery books. Don't
you see, Reggie honey baby. That is the beauty of it.
Bodwell will love me just for trying. If you actually find
out something that is even better. And who knows, perhaps
we will just make something up. With that partnership
opening up, I can't loose."
She gave me that look. It has always worked for her.
There is not a man alive that can resist it. Even women
fall for it. Why, I once saw a motorcycle cop reduce an 95
mph speeding ticket to a warning on that look alone. And
then escorted her BMW to the polo grounds.
"There is nothing to it, honey bunny. Just walk around a
little bit, ask some questions, see the sights, and come
back in two or three weeks and say that they were kidnapped
and probably killed or something. Nothing to it at all."
Colleen stood her eyes bright with the thought of it.
Barley five-five, leather mini, fuck me heels, red hair.
"Honey, the partnership is what we have been working for all
these years. Once I land it, things will be different. I
know how difficult it has been for you," she whispered in my
ear, a hand rubbing my nipple. She took me in her hand and
squeezed, my knees buckled.
"I promise." Her lips traveled down my chest. Pajama
bottoms were at my feet. Dropping to one knee she puckered
her lips blowing warm breath on my throbbing member. Her
tongue peeked out giving me a sweet but brief lick.
Expertly her hand worked my shaft, then snapped my cock down
between my legs as I shuddered, shooting my load on my own
leg.
"Sorry honey, but I have a staff meeting in thirty
minutes. Have to run. How is my lipstick? Plane tickets
and money are on the counter. Bodwell wrote a little note
telling what he knows and an address in London. Clean
yourself up, that is disgusting!"
Colleen was out the door, pulling on her jacket, getting
into the BMW. "Pick up some margarita mix and tequila
before you leave. Call me. Leave a message on my machine."
She blew me a kiss. "Love ya." The tail lights glowed red.
I looked at the tickets. Red eye flight to London. I
would be gone by the time Colleen got back. I didn't know
when I would see her again.
---
continued in chapter 2
there are 6 chapter in this the latest installment of the 4 part series.
Stroker Ace
gentclub@hotmail.com
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