To the Beach

Once back in Malee's car you turn to her, perplexed by the events of tbe past half-hour or so. "Brothel? Really?" You blurt out the first question that comes to mind, "You want me to accompany my boss to a whorehouse?"

Malee giggles, taking a quick moment's attention away from the oncoming traffic to flash a smile at you. "You want to keep the boss happy, my love. But 'brothels' in Thailand are similar to strip clubs in the states. Just go, watch some pretty girls, and if he wants to buy you a whore, tell him you have a girlfriend." She reaches out and takes your hand.

You find yourself smiling back at her. Wait, did she just call you "my love?" Your heart leaps and hammers in your chest. "What ... what about this doctor visit? 'Too fat?' I can't believe anybody would call me that ..."

She squeezes your fingers. "That's just more of Kuhn Kulap's limited English, baby. You're not fat, you're just not ... model-thin. But we'll go see the doctor, get some diet and exercise advice, some medication ..."

"Wait a minute, medication? Aren't most diet meds basically speed? I'm pretty sure I don't wanna take any kind of hard **** ..."

She giggles again, taking another quick look at you across the width of the car. "Oh, no, baby. The most popular diet medications in Thailand are more similar to the new diabetes medications. In fact, if you're healthy you should be able to eat a little MORE and still lose weight. Besides, it doesn't matter; your contract says you agree to take any supplements or medications prescribed by a Phuhying Dek phuchay physician."

"Oh, well if it's safe and I get ... wait. What?"

"Sure. Usually it's for things like making sure you use sunscreen and take vitamins and get necessary vaccinations, but if Kuhn Kulap thinks you need to lose weight quickly and the company doctor agrees it's safe ..."

"Jesus! What else did I agree to without knowing it?"

She steals a look over at you, purses her lips and shakes her head slightly. "You really should look over your contracts, you know. But let me think ... you know about agreeing to wear only Phuhying Dek phuchay fashions while employed as their representative, yes?"

"Sure, I think I remember something like that."

"Okay, well the company ... meaning Kuhn Kulap ... can require that you wear specific outfits for specific events. There's also the requirement that you accept any cosmetic treatments the company desires."

"Cosmetic ...?"

"Certainly. For example, your spa treatment next week will include hairstyling and body hair removal. Phuhying Dek phuchay models are not hairy."

"Okayyyyy ..."

"Then there are your responsibilities to 'entertain and amuse' company guests, investors, and government officials, to take part in photo and video sessions, take part in 'educational events,' travel as required by the company ... but don't worry. Most of this stuff is standard for any modeling contract."

"Gawd, do I ever get any time off at all?"

Malee chuckles. "I've been doing the job for three years, now. Do I look like tired?"

"No. Why so long?"

She looks away for a moment, out the driver's side window, "Well, I am native Thai person. Kuhn Kulap would not want to drag you away from your homeland for more than a year at a time. Besides, I wanted to work longer; I received only one hundred fifty thousand baht my first year."

You frown, brow furrowed. "Why so little?"

She chuckles yet again. "More like 'why so much?' in YOUR case. I still received the equivalent of fifty thousand US dollars in my first year. But Kuhn Kulap wants to expand his market ... to Anglo bois like you and m ... people who think Anglo bois like you are sexy. So he offers you a ... premium."

"Hmm. Okay, I guess."

She reaches across the car again and squeezes your upper thigh. It doesn't cause an IMMEDIATE reaction from your prick due to its new titanium sheath, but things start to feel "crowded" in there again fairly quickly. "I wanted to talk to you now about your ... treatment ... and our options."

" ... Oh." You can feel your face heating again.

"Have you given any thought to our options yet?"

"Th - there really hasn't been time, has there? So no, not really. But I do know that I really, really don't want anyone else, particularly Kuhn Kulap, knowing about this ... problem."

"Oh, good!"

"Well, I'm sorry, honey, b- ... Wait. Good?"

"Yes! This way we can use our ingenuity to get you crazy-horny without touching your little peepee as quick as possible, and I won't HAVE to **** my horny li'l fuckboi any longer than absolutely necessary!"

"Wait," you object, focusing on the words that cause you the most discomfort ... to the detriment of your attention on other things that might otherwise seem a bit alarming, "'little peepee'?"

Her hand has been lying on your thigh for some minutes now, Malee occasionally giving it a playful squeeze. Now she reaches further up, until she's cupping your balls and trapped penis. "I'm sorry, Flower," she says huskily, "I meant your 'throbbing scepter of man-meat.' Forgive me? Oh, look, there's the beach. Let's go."