Chapter 2

Colby was in the middle of a very interesting dream when he was suddenly awakened by the thud of the plane touching down. Wiping the sleep out of his eyes he glanced out the window noting it was still dark out. Brett was still out cold, but as the plane taxied to the terminal and the cabin lights came on he sat up and glanced at his watch.

"It's nine o'clock. I'll have you hip deep in pussy before eleven Colby."

"You're serious aren't you? I thought that maybe it was the booze talking. Fuck it. Lets rock and roll."

After getting off the plane and claiming their bags at the carousel, Colby got in line at customs. Brett grabbed him by the arm and led him to the V.I.P. line and told him to hang tight. After about five minutes in line they got up to the counter. Brett flashed something Colby didn't quite see and they were waived through after Colby had his passport stamped with the appropriate visa.

Once outside they stood as though waiting for a taxi, but when one stopped in front of them and Colby went to get in, Brett once again grabbed him by the arm and told him to hold his horses. Just then a black Mercedes pulled up.

"THIS is our taxi. Which hotel you staying at Colby?"

"The White Palace."

The driver pulled away from the curb and pulled out into traffic. Not really paying much attention to the outside world, Colby sat gawking at the interior of the car.

"Ya know, I never asked what you do for a living Brett."

"That's okay. I guess we got a little too preoccupied with drinking and telling stories on the plane. I'm a private commodities broker. I don't work for a firm, make my own hours, and have plenty of time to play."

"Shit! Need any employees?"

"We will have to see! See how you handle the pressure of ten or twenty women vying for your attention... and money." Brett laughed.

After a short twenty-minute drive, they pulled into the drive for Colby's hotel. They went in together, Brett helping Colby learning the ropes of understanding the pigeon English most Thai people speak. After checking in, they ran up to Colby's room and dumped his bags and headed back down to the lobby. Colby stopped back by the front desk to leave a wakeup call for nine in the morning.

"What the hell for? You'll just be getting back by then!"

"You ARE kidding me right?" Colby asked in disbelief.

"Hell no. It's almost ten now and I promised you that you'd be hip deep in pussy by eleven. Let's hit it."

They headed out the front doors and jumped into the back of Brett's car. Brett told the driver to head in the direction of Pat Pong Road, but keep his ears open maybe for a change of plans.

"Hey Colby, would you mind maybe a little detour before we hit the titty bars?"

Colby noticed the slight grin on Brett's face but had to ask.

"Why what's up?"

"Oh I thought I'd give you a little primer before we settle in at one place for the night."

"Sure man... it's your town." Colby replied not knowing what to expect.

The car pulled to a stop in front of a small club called The Domino. A few patrons were milling around outside as they walked up to the doorman. Brett handed the man a few bills and the two walked inside. Once inside they had to walk a flight of stairs to the top floor where Enigma's Sadness was blaring on the sound system.

It took a few minutes for Colby's eyes to adjust, but when they did what he saw absolutely floored him. Along the left side of the room was a forty-foot long mahogany bar with several scantily dressed women behind it serving drinks. The entire rest of the bar was more or less an amphitheater type setting.

A small stage was centered against one wall with bench seating gradually rising the further you sat away from the stage. As Colby glanced from face to face, he began to notice the majority of people sitting in the front few rows were well-dressed Japanese men. Colby chuckled to himself thinking most Japanese were well reserved and shy. It seemed to him he had walked into an alternate reality viewing the men completely hammered and acting like a bunch of drunken frat boys.

"See why I wanted to stop here? I know it's a bit much to take in at one time, but better you get your feet wet here than piss someone off downtown!" Brett screamed to be heard over the music and other patrons.

"I can't fucking believe it man! This place is a mad house." Colby stammered almost breaking his neck while trying to look in several directions at once.

"Let's see if we can get a seat somewhere near the back away from most of the noise and drunks." Brett suggested as he handed Colby a beer.

Climbing through the throngs of people was quite a chore for both. Colby managed to spill only half his beer on the way. After getting nearly to the last row, Brett pushed a few people down on one bench clearing enough room for both of them to sit comfortably.

Turning to Colby, "There we go. Don't worry about your beer, they usually have a couple people running around getting refills." Brett informed.

"What is this anyway? Tastes a little stronger than Budweiser, but not bad."

"Carlsberg. A German import here. You better get used to it because this is what most of the bars serve here. You aren't likely to find an American beer in any of the places you'll be going tonight. Now sit back and enjoy."

Colby turned to face the stage just as two women came out from a curtain on the back left side of the stage. Dressed identically in black silk robes both women could have passed for twins. One of the women came near the front of the stage and set down a small glass globe half filled with water and moved away.

"What the fuck?" Colby asked not to anyone in particular.

"Just watch" replied Brett.

Both women placed their hands together as if in prayer and bowed slightly at the hips. Upon rising they approached each other and assisted the other in removing the other's robe. As they turned to face the audience, there they stood in all their naked glory.

Colby devoured both with his eyes. Both had flawless naturally tanned skin. Firm athletic legs supported thin bodies. Narrow hips led the way to slim waistlines on both women. Perched on their chests were perfectly symmetrical breasts no larger than B-cups topped with dark brown silver dollar-sized nipples. But when Colby got to their faces, he was at a loss for words.