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Author: Milliford Jones
Title: Idiosyncrasies
Part: 001
Universe: The James Norton Saga; Passions (of the Perverted) Series
Summary: James hooks up with a bargirl in Pattaya, Thailand
Keywords: MF, oriental, oral
   [For (nasty) adults only]
   It was a typical night at the Olive Branch, one of the semi-enclosed
bars that clot the townscape of Pattaya, Thailand.  Several men, mostly
white and all foreigners, sat around the bar.  A number of them were
chatting with Thai girls who sat facing them from inside the circular bar.
Some men seemed to be sitting alone, but with something on their minds. 
These latter were trying very hard to appear nonchalant, with varying
degrees of success.
   Suddenly one of the men exploded into a paroxym of garbled growls and
groans that crescendoed with a resounding "Yes!" after which he banged his
drink on the bar several times.  He then shuddered and collapsed in a heap
in his chair.  His demonstration was met with laughter by several of his
neighbors and a giggle from the girl who rose up in front of him from
beneath the bar a few seconds later.
   After recovering, the man sat back up and grinned, and took a long draw
from his mug of Tiger beer.  He dug into his back pocket, fished out his
wallet and handed over some cash to the young lady facing him.
   "That was great," he said.
   "You love me now?" the girl giggled, as she delicately wiped her mouth
with a tissue.
   "Sure do," said the man.  "As a matter of fact, how would you like to
take a trip to a resort for a few days?"
   "Really?" asked the girl, genuinely impressed.
   "Sure," said the man.  "Me and a couple of buddies are taking a holiday
and I sure could use some female company to go along with all the drinking
and lying.  Would you like to go?"
   "Yes," enthused the girl.  "Let me go ask Mamma."
   The man settled back, sipped at his beer and waited, enjoying the
ambience of Pattaya, far enough away from Bangkok to be a getaway, not so
far as to be a major challenge.  The air was warm and muggy.  The sky was
clear and you could see the full moon shining overhead.  There was a mix of
tourists drifting by.  Several of the passers-by were families vacationing
at a nearby resort.  Several others were men like himself with their loves
for the evening hanging on thier arms.  Lots of working girls.  Lots of
hustlers of all categories.  As he looked about he reflected that,
strangely, after all these years without a home of his own, he had become
one of the exotics himself.
   He looked up as the girl came back towards him, holding hands with
another woman.  The woman was tall for a Thai, well over 5'6".  She also
carried herself with a great deal more grace and confidence than the young
girl beside her.  The two walked over and the Mamma-san reached out her
hand to the man.
   "Hello James," she said.
   There was a moment of confusion before the light of recognition lit up
James' face.
   "Chalimkit!" answered James, looking her up and down.  "Damn!  So you
finally did it."
   "I told you I would."
   "I bet our boy Gino is a happy man.  He no longer has to explain that
his girlfriend is really a guy in drag."
   "James, you know he never explained.  And no one ever guessed either. 
But no, he doesn't have to explain anything now--except to me when he's out
whoring all night long."
   "Well, fuck it, baby," grinned James.  "Give me a kiss then.  You're a
woman now, and as hot a married matron as I've very seen.  Gino did himself
up right."
   The Mamma-san draped her arms around Eric's neck and moved close.  Their
bodies melted like two mated pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.  She brushed his
lips with hers and said, "By the way, I go by Gina now," and moved in for
the kiss.
   The kiss was soft and sweet and deep.  Their tongues swirled in a liquid
dance.  James couldn't imagine that this full breasted, estrogen filled and
deliciously soft creature had ever had a penis swinging between her legs.
   Then it hit him and he started to laugh, breaking the kiss in a
coughing, laughing fit.
   "Gina and Gino?  You've got to be kidding," he guffawed.  "That had to
be Gino's idea.  It had to be."
   Gina's eyes narrowed and her softness evaporated.  "And what's wrong
with that.  I think it's cute."
   "It's cute alright," snorted James.  "Heaven preserve us from that level
of cute."
   Gina frowned, then smiled viciously.  "That remark just cost you an
extra 2000 Baht," she said.
   "What?" he exclaimed.  "That's not right.  Can't you take a joke?"
   "No," answered Gina.  "I never could.  That hasn't changed.  Now, if you
want to take little Pong here with you, you had better pay up and get going
before I decide she deserves better than you."
   James quickly regained his rogue's smile and said, "No doubt she does.
Still, it will be a nice break for her and a great relief for me to have
her along."
   "Very well," answered Gina.  "Then you take Pong with you.  And I've
decided to be generous.  No charge for the house, just apply the 3000 Baht
a day to Pong's tip and maybe she can get out of here and go back home
before she gets into trouble with drugs, VD or a bad guy.  That is, unless
you wise up ad marry her.  She's a sweet girl and you could do a lot
worse."
   James smiled.  "Still the match maker, eh, Chal---er-- Gina.  But you
might be right.  I think I'm about ready to make some babies and have a
real home.  "
   With that he eyed Pong in a new light.  The girl, who was no more than
20, and probably younger than that by a year or two, stood off to the side,
waiting for the negotiation to be completed, and was fairly glowing, with a
pleased smile as she enjoyed the tete-a-tete between James and her Mamma
San.  James thought maybe he could settle down with this child whore/bride
and propagate the next generation of globe hopping vagabonds.  In fact,
that thought felt so right he took to it like a good pair of confortable
shoes.
   "How about it, Pong-girl?  Think you could envision being married to an
old whore monger like me?"
   Pong laughed lightly and nodded yes.  "Of course," she said.  "Why not?"
   Gina put her hand on James' shoulder.  "Don't play with her, James.  You
know she believes you, don't you?"
   "I pretty much believe it myself.  Hell, let's see how this little
holiday works out.  " He slid his arm around Pong's waist.  "If we really
hit it off, I'll be ready to seriously negotiate with you when we get back.
"
   Gina smiled assent, then leaned over and whispered into Pong's ear. 
James watched as Pong's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped.  She looked
at James incredulously, then spoke to Gina rapidly in Thai.  Gina responded
with encouragement and looked back at James.
   "What was that about?" James asked.
   "I just figured I should tell her about your rumoured predelictions.
   "What?  How could you?"
   "James, if you are as good as your word, she needs to know that sooner
or later, you are going to want special treatment."
   "Yeah, but....."
   "Why, James, are you ashamed of who you are.  Aren't you the one who
always told me to "go for it", whether it was sucking Gino's dick, wearing
a dress or trading in my cock for a cunt?"
   "Yeah, but I never told you to tell a total stranger you were a bitch in
a faggot's body."
   "And I never told anyone before that you liked to drink piss, suck
shitty assholes and expected the same favors in return.  But then again, I
never believed you actually intended to give a go at a serious relationship
either.  And I never felt responsible for the girls you were fucking until
right now."
   James stared at Gina, then finally broke into laughter.  "And your
English vocabulary has gotten too damned good.  How the fuck did you know
about that?"
   Gina moved in again and kissed him lightly, then whispered in his ear.
"Because I always pumped your girlfriends after you were done with them
just in case I ever had a chance to get your horse-cock up my ass."
   James kissed Gina back, this time thrusting his tongue deep into her
mouth and sucking at hers in turn.  He felt the length of her body melt
into his and his dick hardened like a steel rod.  Gina reached between them
and stroked the length of it.  She hadn't exaggerated much about the size
of his cock, and she made sure of that when she squeezed it down its entire
length.  Pong watched in interest to see the exchange between them, but it
was impossible to guess what was going on in her mind.  When James broke
the kiss, he was flushed, but grinning.
   "You always were a slut.  That's why you and Gino were such a perfect
match."
   Gina was short of breath and obviously aroused, but she quickly
reassumed her look of composure.
   "And I think Pong is a good match for you.  She's a little angel by
nature and a nasty little whore as well.  She has the innocense of a young
girl in her manners, but the appetites of a glutton when she fucks.  She's
only been with me one month, but she's willing to try anything and I have
yet to hear her complain."
   "Great!" said James and turned his full attention to Pong.  "You change
clothes and we'll be off then."
   Pong did a sort of a joyful hop and then leaned in and kissed his cheek.
He released Gina and pulled Pong in close, easily transferring his
affections and lust without guilt or remorse.  He kissed her and she opened
her mouth in greeting, sucking deeply at his tongue.  She still had a hint
of the taste of his cum in her mouth, but that only heightened Eric's
ardor. Now it was her turn to reach between them and fondle his dick.  "I
want you to cum in my pussy," she said.  "Make babies with me."
   James released her and patted her pert round ass as she headed to the
back to change.
   "Damn it, Gina.  I think she's got me."
   Gina laughed warmly.  "I think you've got her too.  Treat her well,
don't fuck up for once in your life, and I think you will have a perfect
wife and girlfirend."
   "Wife and girlfriend?"
   Gina smiled slyly.  "Shouldn't the wife be both?"
   "Yeah, but it's an odd way to put it."
   Gina only smiled.  "Let me know where you're staying.  Perhaps Gino and
I can drop by."
   "Girard, Brad and I are staying at the Sunset Resort.  We're doing some
wakeboarding and brainstorming.  We may even buy into the place."
   "Fine, I know where that is.  I'll tell Gino."
   "Great," said James, then watched as Gina made her way on down the bar,
making sure her girls were busy and the men were having a good time.  He
shook his head in wonder and took another drink.
   Shortly, Pong returned looking more like a schoolgirl than a bar girl.
Dressed in tight jeans and a brightly colored bouse that revealed nothing
beyond her delectable figure.  She smiled broadly and stood before him. 
When he turned to her on the bar stool, she moved in between his spread
legs and draped her arms around his neck.
   "I'm ready," she announced.
   "Do we need to drop by your home and grab a bathing suit?"
   "No.  Sorry.  I don't have," she answered.  "But I need to pick up
something anyway."
   Thinking of brushes and underwear, James shrugged as he pulled her
close, feeling her firm little tits pressing against his chest.  "Fine, and
as for a swimming suit, we'll buy something there, if that's okay for you."
   "Yes," she smiled.  "Anything you like," now rubbing her crotch to his.
   "Anything?" he asked, remembering that Gina had divulged his perversity.
   "Sure, why not?" she said.
   "Great," said James, with perverse visions of nastiness dancing in his
head.  He pulled her to him and kissed her again.  then he stood to leave,
his erection painfully obvious to anyone who looked,
   Pong stroked his cock and murmured, "So big.  I hope I can take it all
inside my body."
   "I have no doubt you will," smiled James, remembering the enthusiastic
blowjob she had given him.  "And I'm really looking forward to it."
   Pong smiled shyly and said, "me too." as she hooked her arm in his.
   And with that, James wrapped his arm around her small rounded waist. 
When standing, she came up to just below the height of his chest.  The
disparity bothered neither of them.  In fact, it appeared to make them both
all the more interested.  And together, they exited onto the street.  
  
Idiosyncrasies 001