One Night in Bangkok
Lydia Remlinger checked herself out one last time in the mirror. The perky blond blew herself a little kiss. Perfect, she told herself. Those men, they just didn’t stand a chance.
It wasn’t her idea to go to this party. It was her boss’s idea. Actually, it wasn’t so much of an idea as it was an order. “You will go to the party,” he’d told her. “You will have a good time.”
Yeah right. Like schmoozing it up with a bunch of drunk, Asian businessmen was her idea of fun.
Hell, like coming here to this country was her idea of fun. When she’d interviewed for the job and when they’d asked her if she would be willing to travel, she’d thought hell yeah and why not. She was young. She didn’t have a boyfriend so why the hell not and while it wasn’t like she’d thought they were going to send her to Paris or somewhere exotic like that, she’d never dreamed that in a few short months they would have reassigned her to the company’s Bangkok office.
The driver was right on time and Lydia appreciated that. She’d told her boss that she was perfectly able to drive herself to the event but the man seemed almost aghast at the idea. Lydia drive herself. No indeed! That just wouldn’t do.
Male chauvinist, Lydia had thought, although by now, she would have thought that he would have realized that she was more than just another pretty face. Still, maybe it was just that old habits died hard and not for the first time, Lydia found herself wanting desperately to get back home to the states. Of course, it wasn’t like they didn’t have pigs there, too, but at least there, she knew how to deal with them.
Still, in a way, Lydia was happy to find that they’d sent a car for her. She’d never ridden in a limo before and she had to admit that there was a bit of a thrill in doing it now.
Funny thing was she was alone in the car. That surprised her. “Are we going to be picking up the others?” she asked the driver.
She wasn’t sure if she understood what the old man said because his English was almost as bad as her Thai but it almost sounded as if he’d asked, “What others?”
Of course, that couldn’t be the case, Lydia told herself. They couldn’t have sent a car like this just for her.
But that did appear to be exactly the case because they weren’t stopping for anyone else and they were clearly on the way to the club where the event was to be held. Was it possible they’d sent an individual car for every member of the executive staff? That seemed awfully extravagant and yet ... well, this was Thailand. Maybe it didn’t really cost that much.
In the end, after all, what it was was a corporate function. It was an opportunity for the company to reach out to current and potential customers throughout Asia. It was an opportunity for the corporate executives to meet their counterparts and it was an opportunity for men, they were nearly all men, Lydia told herself, it was an opportunity for men to behave badly.
Of course, it wasn’t all men, Lydia thought but it was enough of them that she supposed didn’t help that her blouse was just tight enough to give the men a good idea of what was underneath or that her skirt was so tight that that it accentuated every curve of her body and the worst part was she’d done this to herself. Her boss had sort of warned her what a mixer like this would be like. He’d even told her she might want to understate it but had she listened?
Of course she hadn’t. That would be letting him call the shots so she’d actually gone a bit overboard the other way.
Lydia groaned as another hand “accidentally” felt up her ass. Yeah, to be honest, she had to tell herself, the person who’d put herself in this position was her.
She’d nearly been at the mixer for a whole hour when she first felt it.
The man’s name was Tommy Matsumoto. His family owned a big steel manufacturing company and while Lydia hardly found that fact to be all that interesting, it was clearly something that Tommy thought was immensely interesting because he kept mentioning it over and over again.
It amused Lydia that she was just about as tall as Tommy was and Lydia was only of average height. That was one of the good things about being here in Thailand. Here, a girl could feel rather tall even if she wasn’t.
And that’s when she felt it. Her pussy actually twanged ... or at least that was the way that Lydia thought about it. There was definitely a strong surge of what could only be called strong sexual want.
Tommy, it seemed, had noticed nothing. Instead, he just went on talking and talking. It was good, Lydia thought. It was good that he was so preoccupied with himself that he never noticed what was going on with her.
What had caused that, Lydia wondered. Certainly not the self-absorbed businessman standing in front of her and yet ...
“Is something wrong?” the man finally asked.
“No, nothing,” Lydia replied.
“That’s good. I was thinking maybe I was starting to bore you.”
Lydia laughed nervously. “No, not at all,” she said.
“That’s good to hear. I’ve been told that I can be repetitive sometimes.” The man chuckled. “Of course, usually, the persons who tell me that don’t work for me for long.”
“I ... I ... I—” Lydia stammered.
“Perhaps you’d like to join me,” the man said. “We could leave this place and we could go somewhere more ... private.”
“No, no. I’ll be fine,” Lydia assured the man.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure,” and now that Lydia thought about it, she realized that whatever it had been with her pussy had just been an aberration.
“Well all right then. It’s been a pleasure talking with you and I hope we will meet again, Ms. Remlinger.”
Lydia stepped up to the bar. Really, she thought. The farther she got away from the man, the more silly it seemed. “Can I have a glass of white wine, please?”
“Yes, Miss,” the white-coated and white-gloved barman replied. “Of course, Miss. Coming right up.”
Lydia took her wine and she turned to face the crowd. She took a sip and then another. She was feeling better by the moment.
“First one of these?”
Lydia turned to the woman standing beside her. She didn’t look that much older than Lydia. “Huh? What?”
“I asked if this was your first corporate mixer.”
“Oh. Yeah. Why? Does it show?”
The woman smiled. “Just a little,” she said, “and only if you know what to look for. My name’s Sandra by the way.”
“Lydia.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Lydia.”
“So you sound like you’ve been to these things before.”
Sandra smiled. “Just a few of them. The trick is to not let them overwhelm you. Hiding out here by the bar is never a really good idea.”
“I’m not hiding out,” Lydia said.
The other woman didn’t say anything. She just gave Lydia a hard look.
“Okay, maybe I’m hiding out just a little.”
Still, the other woman said nothing.
“It’s just that that Tommy Matsumoto fella can be so persistent and he never stops talking.”
Sandra just laughed. “Oh him. Yeah, he’s a talker all right. He’ll talk your ear off if you let him.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here getting a wine.”
Sandra laughed again and she touched her glass to Lydia’s. “Well here’s to you then and here’s to your keeping out of Tommy’s clutches.”
“Thanks.”
“And speaking of which, I guess I better get back out there, too. See you around, Lydia.”
“See ya, too,” and with that, Lydia moved back into the crowd.
Now that she’d met at least one other woman, Lydia couldn’t help but notice that there were other women in the audience. They were all young like her and they were all stylishly dressed just like her and they all seemed to have at least one man talking to them.
“You must be Ms. Remlinger.”
Lydia turned to the man who’d just turned to face her. “That’s right,” she said even as she extended her hand. “And you are?”
“K. K. Ishikawa. It’s nice to meet you.”
“So how did you know my name?”
The old man smiled. “Normally, I let my underlings attend these sorts of functions, but they said there was going to be someone new here tonight so I forced myself to make the trip and to come down and see who she was.”
“And are you glad you did?”
“So far, my dear, I haven’t any complaints. So you’re fresh here from America, are you?”
“That’s right.”
“I went to school there, you know, but that was a long time ago.”
A real long time ago, Lydia thought, judging by the looks of the man. After all, his hair is totally white.
He was still talking but for some reason, Lydia found it hard to keep her mind in the conversation. There’s something else that’s distracting me she told herself, something thats ...
Lydia can’t help but gasp as she was wracked with the most incredible urge. The man was old enough to be her father, she told herself. No, he’s old enough to be my grandfather and yet ...
“Are you all right, my dear?”
“Yes,” Lydia said through a choked voice. “Yes, I ... I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You look a bit ... overwhelmed.”
Overwhelmed, Lydia thought. That’s a good way of putting it. “I think I just need some air.”
“I can assist you.”
“No,” the girl said quickly. No. If he even suspected what she wanted to do to his cock. Well, maybe he’d still be a gentleman even if he did know but maybe he’d just encourage her to give in to what she already wanted to do. “No,” she said again. “I just think I just need to get some air.”
“Ah, I see,” the man said but it was clear that he didn’t. “Perhaps, we can talk again later,” he said.
Lydia nodded numbly. “I’d like that,” she said.
Lydia took her wine and she stepped outside of the club. There was a man talking on his cell phone and another couple of men arguing about something in the parking lot. Another man was off to the side smoking a cigarette.
Had she really been thinking what she’d thought she’d been thinking? It seemed as if she had but she couldn’t possibly have been thinking that, could she and yet it seemed as if at that very moment, she’d wanted nothing more than to let the old man have his way with her completely.
Don’t be silly, she told herself. He was old enough to be her fath ... grandfather. She couldn’t have been thinking that way about him.
And yet as much as she tried to tell herself that, she knew what she’d been feeling.
Yeah but this was insane.
Still, the only thing to do was to go back inside and do what she was supposed to be doing.
It was all just some sort of weird, perverted mistake, Lydia told herself. That’s all it was.
She only wished she could make herself really believe that, but she’d go in again, she told herself and she’d finish the mixer and then maybe, her boss wouldn’t ask her to do any more of these, or maybe if he did, maybe she’d just have to tell him no.
The air in the club had a different feel now as Lydia stepped inside. She didn’t really have a good way to describe it but it was almost as if the air was electric now.
A man brushed up against her and she could feel his hand “accidentally” brush up against her ass. That would have bothered her before but now ...
“Lydia! Great to see you could make it, my dear.”
Lydia couldn’t help but groan. It was her boss. The one man in the entire place that she just couldn’t walk away from and now he was here with her.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
Lydia fought back the urge to moan but the truth was another surge of sexual want was coursing through her body.
“Are you all right?”
Lydia groaned. This was the last thing she needed. Her boss had always carried himself off as a family man but she’d heard rumors. If even once she allowed him to see what she was thinking, well, there just wouldn’t be an end to it.
“Are you all right?” the man asked again.
Another surge of sexual want coursed through her system. “Bathroom,” she said in a tight voice. “I think I need to go to the bathroom.”
“What’s that?”
“I ... I don’t think I’m feeling well,” Lydia told her boss.
“I hope it’s nothing serious.”
Lydia knew what that meant. You better not be thinking about leaving early, he was telling her, and while you’re at it, you better not make me look bad either.
“I think I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Yes, I think you’re right. I think that would be for the best.”
Lydia stumbled off in search of the bathrooms. It was was getting worse, whatever ‘it’ was. Now, almost any sort of touch, even ones that really were accidental, but almost any sort of touch was enough to make her body ripple with joy.
There were a couple of Asian women in the bathroom when Lydia arrived. They were peering into the mirror. One was adjusting her make-up while the other one was telling her friend how the American women were all a bunch of sluts. It seemed as if it was only then that they noticed Lydia and they turned to glare at her.
Fuck them, Lydia thought. She wasn’t a slut. At least, she didn’t think she was although to tell the truth, the way her pussy was behaving seemed to almost put a lie to that thought. There was nothing that she wanted more than to ...
Stop it, she told herself as she hustled herself into a stall. Stop it. She wasn’t a slut. She wasn’t a slut. She wasn’t ... and all she had to do was to keep telling herself that and maybe then, maybe everything would be all right.
She sat on the toilet and even an act as mundane as that was making her hot. What the hell was happening to her?
She waited for the pee to come. She didn’t really have to be here, she reminded herself. She’d only done this to get away from her boss but now that she was here ...
She hovered over the toilet. Come on, she told herself. Come on.
She was almost there. She could feel the pee beginning to flow and ...
And oh geez. That felt so fucking good. She felt as if she could almost cum just from peeing in a toilet. Almost, that is. Almost, but not quite and now she was even hotter than she had been before.
She had to get out of there. She didn’t care what her boss was going to say. She didn’t even care if she was going to lose her job. All she knew was she had to get out of there.
“Ms. Remlinger,” she heard a man say even as she stepped out of the bathroom. “How nice to see you again.”
Tommy Matsumoto, Lydia thought. She wasn’t sure how she knew it but she knew he just had to have been waiting for her and more that that, everything that had occurred here this very night had happened because he’d wanted it to happen.
“Ms. Remlinger, if you please, I’d like you to join me.”
Lydia gasped as the man slid an arm around her waist. His touch, oh my God, the girl thought, oh my God, his touch was making her so hot. Her body rippled with pleasure and that’s when Lydia realized that Tommy was escorting her to the door.
“I can have any woman I want,” he boasted. “You should be happy that I’ve chosen you.”
It wasn’t just his touch anymore. It was his words. It was the way those words leached into her brain. There was something about his words that just seemed so erotic.
Her body trembled.
He led her to the exit and then out the door and into the cool night air. His car was already there waiting to whisk them away. She was his. Lydia knew that. She was fully and completely his because of just that one night in Bangkok.