Sunny eve in Neobangkok

00100

It was hard for Theodora to track down the dive.

All the apartments looked the same in a multi-staged megablock of Khwan Sung, reminding the woman of the Los Francisco slums. She walked through the floors and internal balconies, until she finally found the right number on the battered door.

Nobody responded to Theodora's knocking, even though the neighbors below could hear her heavy fist. The resigned woman decided to use more ****. The door broke in two.

"Jesus, Teddy...", the light over Theodora's shoulder blinded Sunny. The entire dive looked like a dark cave, "What do you want?"

"It's been all day and you did nothing", the woman noticed with disgust that the tourist was not alone. There were three naked hookers, lying in the sheet.

"Eh, I forgot how bothersome you are", Sunny, sitting on the bed, watched as prostitutes gathered their clothes and rushed out of the flat. It amused him that they must have mistaken Theodora for his wife, which is why they got so scared.

The furious woman was ready to hurt him bad, but their past animosities held her back.

"You don't seem to realize how important this is", with desperation in her voice, she moaned and sat down next to the man, "Not only our heads, but also the reputation of the whole country depend on the success of this mission."

Sunny looked fondly at his old friend. He knew what was at stake, the entire US-China policy was under the table. And this whole house of cards could fall apart over one missing penis.

"Take it", the tourist handed the chip to the giantess. Before she managed to play it on her glasses, Sunny walked to the window and peeked out through the curtain.

"Holy Molly! When did you do this enquiry?!", Theodora was amazed. Everything was here, informations about trafficking through Laos, patrols of several Yang Guang families and the whole police records about what happened in Hakoi.

"Those girls you scared off...", Sunny picked up the lost panties from the ground. Nice lance, but dirty and stained, as a result of last night spectacle, "One is deputy chief of police, the other is a mistress of Big Mouth Majon, and the third one arrived in container yesterday."

"Wow, I didn't know you could get information with your manhood alone", Theodora chuckled and scratched her male torso. Aroused nipples pierced her sports shirt, "So where do we start?"

"We? I work solo", the tourist crossed his arms and looked reproachfully at his friend.

"I believe you will need me more than you think", the giantess, seeing the discontent on Sunny's face, sent a fragment of the recording to his glasses, "You must have missed this speck."

The tourist sighed heavily, but allowed himself to check the overlooked data. He enlarged the image, taking place somewhere by the Majon's brothel. A close-up on the pretty face of a Caucasian woman with familiar smile made his heart beat faster.

"It's Candy."

10100

The evening found the two fast. Moving around Neobangkok was taking more time, than anyone expected. Sunny was glad that at least the nights were cool here.

"So what's your entry plan?", Theodora peered from behind the corner at the brothel illuminated by neon lights. It looked like millions of other establishments in this city.

"I will go in there as a tourist", Sunny straightened his Hawaiian shirt and pointed a finger at the giantess, "And you must to get out of here. If anyone sees me with you, the whole cover will go to hell."

The man, without giving her time to answer, moved forward. He took the attitude of a vague traveler, feigning hesitation at every step. It did not take long before the vultures flew over him, ready to feed.

"Are you lost, sunny boy?", the hooker asked and clunged to his chest, "Or did you find something better than what you were looking for?"

"I... I'm looking for Mo-ja-n. A friend of mine told me it was the best place to visit first", Sunny faked awkwardness brilliantly. It was impossible to see through his masquerade. The prostitutes around him caught the hook like a fish and led him inside. Even the bodyguards did not see anything suspicious in the trick.

The Mojan brothel was loud, too loud. The scent of hash and pungent aromas were everywhere to ignite the senses. Sunny, without droping the role, admired uncovered whirling breasts and shapely asses. The only thing that bothered him was that none of the local women had a lady garden. All their panties were filled with huge, swollen cocks that were eager to break free.

"So, shall we start, sunny boy?", the courtesan asked with one hand revealing the curtain of a private room and with the other massaging her large penis.

"Oh, emmm... How about a vanilla version for me? I am very unexperienced", Sunny lied, although he definitely did not like it when a woman had something extra in her pants.

"Relax, sunny boy. Maybe you will enter me first to break the ices?", the hooker leaned on all four and pushed her panties down. She had beautiful feminine figure and dangling wrinkled testicles below, very much out of place in the whole picture.

Sunny did not show with his face what he truly thought about this situation, but he had to keep playing the game to avoid suspicion. His club grew hard, and with an short, agile move he covered it with a protection.

Getting into the anus was not such an interesting sensation as getting into the vagina. Although as a guy he should enjoy anal, but the lack of the characteristic slit in an equation, killed the mood for him. The prostitute was moaning with pleasure like a kitten and he was sure she was pretending, because no one could bear and adore his huge member in the rectum. This monster could cut in half at his will.

Sunny, sensing the distractions in futa's mind, bent over the girl and connected unnoticed to her memory disk, exposed on the back of the neck. Digging through her data was like swimming in sewage, but he found what he was looking for. A perfect smile among the ocean of rubbish.

"Ugh", Sunny pretended the climax. He was far from reaching it, but he had to go on and follow the new lead.

"So, you are ready for my turn, sunny boy?", there was a certain form of jealousy in the hooker's eyes, as if she hated being a little spoon in an intercourse. Her cock was poised for action like a seasoned hurdler.

"Sure, babe, but first I need... ", Sunny feigned abashment, like virgin in a lair, "I need to go to the toilet first."

He stepped out into the corridor, looking as a contrite child. He seemed so **** that neither the prostitute nor bodyguards saw anything strange in this. Just another client whose chicked out and needed a break.

Sunny, using stolen memories, traced the passage where Candy was last seen. The ghost hunt has begun.

01100

Candy sat in an armchair in front of a mirror, lit by a circle of light bulbs. She looked like an opera diva with the makeup emphasized her innate beauty.

Sunny caught her while she put on rose-red lipstick. He immediately fell out of the role.

"How can I help you, sunny boy?", to the tourist, it was spooky that she sounded identical to any other prostitute in this forgotten place. But what was even worse for him, she did not pretend, she really did not recognize him.

"Candy, it's me, Sunny", the man did not know why he insisted. He felt it was a mockery, that nothing he said would make this illusion real. Candy was dead, and that was the only fact that mattered.

"Yea, each of our client is sunny boy. It doesn't narrow anything down", the woman got up. Her disarming smile distracted him enough, so she managed to came close to him at a dangerous short distance.

"You can't be Candy. So what are you, really?", Sunny did not want to get carried away by the moment. He felt her body, the warmth, the scent, but it could not be her.

"Of course I'm Candy. The Candy 69, maybe not the newest but still fresh and lively", the woman whispered in the tourist's ear, and he froze.

"You are a clone!", before Sunny could push her away, she had coped with overruning the memory ring on the back of his neck. One touch was sufficient to upload the virus and cut through all firewalls, knocking the tourist ****.