A Bangkok Fairy Tale (Chapter 1)

He had made it. He had finally made it.

Damian Shaw stumbled out of the trademark yellow and green Bangkok taxi cab, muttering an ill-pronounced Thai 'thank you' to the driver. From the garish neon lights, blaring western pop music and the shrill shouts of the girls, there was no mistaking that this was the legendary Soi Cowboy, as described by his more than enthusiastic student friends.

"You'll bloody love it, mate!" Jason had drawled in the student union bar over his sixth pint of Holsten Pils, mopping the unkempt red hair from his glazed eyes. "The girls there can't get enough of it!"

"You're English, man. They love the English!" Josh had added, after a moment's thought.

"You'll finally get laid!" Kevin had jibed through a mouthful of pork scratchings.

These comments had irked Damian at first, but the more his friends had boasted about their own experiences, the more Damian's fantasies were fuelled with this exotic culture full of beautiful golden-skinned girls who just wanted to make love to western men. After his graduation, he had received a modest sum of money from a rich aunt, and, waking up one night in his cramped, dark London bedsit - restless with loneliness, loins burning - he had looked out of his rain smeared window and had, finally, decided to take the plunge.

After a thirteen-hour flight, sandwiched between an over-weight and over-talkative Geordie and a mother more concerned with her laptop than her screaming kid, he had landed at Bangkok's Suvarnabhumi Airport from which he had just about managed to navigate the taxi driver - who, of course, spoke no English - through the congested city traffic to his hotel. That evening, trying to ignore the creeping sensations of jet lag, he had found the way to his ultimate destination.

Damian took a deep breath, and, coughing slightly from exhaust fumes, strolled bravely into the melee. Immediately, the petite girls were laughing and tugging at his arm in an attempt to entice him into their respective clubs or bars, and Damian self-consciously noticed a group of khaki-clad police loitering on the corner smoking cigarettes. However, as fortune would have it, he soon found himself within the confines of the much talked about Country Road bar. It was, indeed, just as his friends had described it: a dark enclave of thumping loud rock music, packed full of beautiful Thai girls with western men shouting, dancing and playing pool.

Damian was ushered to the bar, where he plonked down on a stool right next to the all-girl live band. The noise was quite deafening from this proximity, but Damian could not care. He felt a thrill of exhilaration from the electric atmosphere, and quickly downed a cool bottle of Heineken served to him by one of the smiling waitresses dressed in American cowboy-like attire. The beat of the music pulsed through him, and it was not long before he felt a connection with the swaying, gyrating bodies all about him.

Although, as he watched, he could not help but notice how old many of the men were and how seemingly intoxicated the young girls were dancing with them. His eyes were soon drawn to a particularly sexy looking girl who was dancing with happy wild abandon on her own. She was wearing a tight, black all-in-one skirt, and, as she grinded her body, arms above her head, Damian felt a flush of excitement as he noticed her well-formed treacle-coloured breasts spilling forth from it whenever she bent forward. Now she was facing the band, her arms still raised, and his eyes moved to her pert bottom, jiggling as she jumped up and down. Damian ordered himself another beer and almost choked on it as he turned back just in time to see the girl reveal a distinct lack of panties as she stooped over to try and clamber up onto the music stage. Another girl quickly pulled her skirt back down in an attempt to preserve her modesty, and one of the musicians good-humouredly pushed her back onto the dance floor. Damian's eyes boggled as the girl abruptly turned and kissed the girl who had helped her on the mouth. The men whooped in delight, and the two girls, enjoying the appreciation, began a close dance together. Damian just wished Jason and the guys could be here to see this. He continued to watch mesmerized as the two girls rubbed their bodies up against one another. It was then that he caught the eye of the girl who had been exhibiting herself and he quickly looked away embarrassed.

Damian finished his beer and felt a need for the toilet. He saw the necessary sign emblazoned by a red neon light at the other side of the bar past the dance floor and the pool tables. The two girls were now lost in the crowd of dancers and Damian carefully pushed his way through the sweating throng. The male toilet was indicated by a picture on the door of a stick man complete with a male stick appendage. A stick woman with long hair and circles and dots denoting breasts marked the adjacent female toilet door. On entering the toilet, Damian was surprised to be greeted by a swarthy man holding white towels over his arm. Feeling a bit awkward, he positioned himself at the urinal with his back facing the man. To make matters more difficult, he found that he was still a bit swollen down there after watching that girl and he had trouble manoeuvring himself out from his fly.

"Hi, handsome. Do you need some help?" a sultry voice said from behind.

Damian froze for a moment, and then glanced over his shoulder. It was her! What was more, the man had gone. They were alone. He felt his heart quickening. What the hell was he going to do?! What would Jason do?!

"Yes. I need some help!" he heard himself splutter.

The girl needed no further encouragement and obligingly slipped her hand into his fly and gently held him over the urinal with soft, cool fingers. Damian could not believe this was happening to him. Unfortunately, the excitement had now become too much and he was unable to relieve himself. He nervously looked towards the door. Someone was bound to come in - and where was that man with the towels?!

The girl was giggling. This bizarre situation was obviously not bothering her.

Before Damian could say anything, the girl started to massage his exposed manhood, and then her silken fingers glided smoothly up into his boxers. He swallowed and placed the palms of his hands against the damp wall. What the hell was going on?! Part of him wanted her to stop, part wanted her to continue.

Damian glanced back at that wobbling deep cleavage, as her fingers expertly squeezed and stroked him. He had now totally forgotten about his precarious situation as he felt the electric thrill of a climax approaching ...

The door swung open!

"What the fuck's going on in here?" demanded a deep Australian voice.

The shock of absolute humiliation and sexual climax mingled into a blur as Damian grabbed his shorts and boxers that had now fallen to his knees and barged past the girl and the Australian man through the toilet door and into the bar's crowded pool area. He was aware of a chorus of shouts and screams of laughter as he tripped over a pool cue, his face slamming down hard onto the stone tiled floor. The last thing Damian remembered seeing amongst all the surrounding raucous chaos was the girl's laughing face looking down at him ...