This Donald guy lived in an apartment building much less fancy than his boss’s condo. With no shops or restaurants facing the building from where I could observe, I settled for a small lunchroom nearby that also served drinks. I couldn’t even see the entrance to Donald’s building from there, but it was the only place where I could pass a bit of time without attracting any attention. As it turned out, Donald came here for lunch before leaving for the office. I’d just ordered my food when he barged in and shouted his order to the staff, before sitting down and immediately pulling out his smartphone to begin working on it. I glanced over his shoulder, pretending to be on my way to the toilet. He appeared to be swiping on some sort of dating app. I couldn’t recognize which app it was but saw him swiping through a ladyboy’s profile. It was certainly not a vanilla-dating app as the images were explicit hardcore pictures – not the type of photos that would make a straight guy horny.
Moments later my mobile rang; it was Bao Shen wanting to visit me at my new place. I paid up and hailed a taxi. The front desk called from downstairs just as I walked through the door of my new home. Bao Shen had arrived and was on his way up. He hauled in a suitcase and set it in the middle of the living room. When he opened it I saw there was something that looked like a router inside. “It’s a Kracker,” he explained.
KRACK attack
A KRACK attack is a method were the “handshake” between a WiFi network and a device is registered and recorded when the device attempts to login into a WiFi network. The device and the network usually share an encryption key for future traffic, meaning that a device will be able to read data once it has that key. Hackers abuse this process by copying a key that’s already in use in order to decrypt and read all messages sent over the network.
Tony
Bao Shen hooked up the Kracker to my WiFi network. “It’ll send the data it collects to someone in China,” he told me. “She’ll gain access to whichever files you need from your neighbour. We can then have a peek at those files.”
“Will this definitely work?” I asked.
“It normally does,” answered Bao Shen, “but there are no guarantees. You couldn’t use this technique to hack a bank or government office, but apart from that it usually works.”
I told him I’d traced Donald to his apartment and had managed to get a glimpse of his smartphone screen in a nearby lunchroom. Of course, I knew Bao Shen was into ladyboys, so somewhat reluctantly, I told him about the ladyboy porn I saw on Donald’s smartphone.
He laughed, “Donald will like Yayee! She liked that job you gave her in Pattaya, and I’m sure she’ll be happy to do another for you.”
After hesitating briefly I said, “Let’s see what comes out of the Kracker first.” That evening I dined in a local restaurant not far from my new place. It was nothing fancy, but there was a small garden beside it where I had coffee and a cigar before deciding to leave early. My new residence had a gym and I wanted to work out first thing the next morning. That plan didn’t materialize though, as a few moments after going through the door of my condo the phone rang.
It was Bao Shen again. “I have some bad news.” I listened while he talked. “We could hack into every WiFi network on your floor. The network you are after is heavily encrypted. We can see a lot of data being transferred in and out, but we don’t know where it’s going to or coming from. His connection and data are so heavily encrypted that you can only access it if you’re looking over his shoulder.” We spoke a little more about other possibilities, but got nowhere.
I couldn’t sleep that night and just kept turning over. I only managed to fall into a light sleep in the early morning. By that time I’d forgotten all about my plan to do a workout. Later that morning I received a phone call from reception saying that a visitor was waiting for me. Wondering who it was, I took the lift down. Yayee was waiting in the lobby, and as usual she was swiping on her smartphone. She looked up as I got closer and noticed the surprised look on my face.
“Bao Shent me,” she said, “I have to do another job for you.”
“What could that be?” I asked. I was a bit annoyed to be confronted with something I didn’t know about, but Yayee explained what Bao Shen wanted her to do and my mood improved a bit.
“Okay,” I told her. “Come up and I’ll give you what you need. I have the name and address of the restaurant somewhere.”
Yayee
It was after midnight but the restaurant was crowded. Donald had presumably just closed the office and was having another meal before going home. We knew he often came here for something to eat after work. He had managed to get a table to himself in the far corner of the restaurant and was digging through a plate of what looked like chicken fried rice and he was nursing a bottle of Chang beer.
“May I?” I said, keeping my voice low and manly.
Donald looked up and saw a gorgeous ladyboy before him. I was dressed in a short skirt and was showing a lot of cleavage, and I was carrying a plate of food. I pretended to be searching for a seat and looked at Donald with a raised eyebrow, and when he failed to respond immediately I leant forward both to place my plate on his table and offer the lucky boy a good look down my blouse. He didn’t fail to notice my amazing boobs and I could see he was becoming horny.
“Kob khun ka,” I said as I planted my ass in the seat. I made small talk as we ate, and told the farang that I owned a hair salon that also offered pedicures and skin treatments.
“Where do you live?” he asked me.
I told him I had a unit in a condo block in an upmarket district of Bangkok, which happened to be close to where his boss lived. I caught Donald glancing at my cleavage as I knew he would.
“What brings you to Bangkok?” I asked.
“I’m the manager of an investment firm,” the boy replied, exaggerating and unable to take his eyes off my boobs.
“Oooh,” I said, “I couldn’t be your client as I’ve just bought a new condo and I’ve spent all my money!”
“You bought a condo in that building?” he asked.
“Yeah, do you wanna see my new place? I’ve just moved in but there are a few beers in the fridge.”
A little later and we were both sitting in the back of a taxi. We didn’t speak but I lightly caressed Donald’s knee. I knew he was preparing for an unforgettable evening. The taxi dropped us off at the entrance of the condo building. It was like most other condos in Bangkok; a security guard sat at the entrance to the car park, and another was stationed at the reception desk. The lifts could only be operated using a keycard. Bao Shen had rented the place for two nights, just in case one night wasn’t enough for our needs. Donald of course had no idea that he was walking into a place that was rented temporarily, and genuinely believed that I was a rich businesswoman. And why not. I poured him a beer and told him I’d change into something more comfortable.
“Please help me unzip,” I said, and turned my curvy ass towards him. As he fumbled with the zipper, I reached behind and stroked his cock. “Hurry up, babe,” I said, “we need to take a shower and then I want you to eat me.” My dress fell, revealing my lack of underwear, leaving me in high heels and stockings and nothing else. Donald took a final glance at his phone on the sofa before I pulled him into the bathroom.
Bao Shen had been waiting in the spare room, and as soon as we disappeared into the bathroom, he entered the living room. He first took photos of the phone on the sofa to ensure he could position it exactly as Donald had left it. He then plugged it into his laptop and created a hidden folder in the smartphone’s operating system before starting to transfer spyware into the new folder. He’d acquired the spyware from a dark-web site and had made a few modifications for this purpose. He returned Donald’s smartphone on the sofa exactly as he’d found it, and quietly left the condo. As he went down in the lift he phoned me.
“My mum!” I exclaimed after ending the call. “I have to see her immediately – she isn’t well.” I hurriedly got dressed and asked Donald to pull up my zipper.
This time he handled it with much less pleasure. “Please see yourself out,” I said as I went to leave. “I’ll call you.”
Poor Donald must have wondered how I could call him since we hadn’t exchanged numbers.
Bao Shen was laughing when I arrived at his condo. As he closed his laptop he said, “And now tell me what you were doing to that guy when I called you? Have you been a naughty slut?”
14
Chapter 14
Tony
I woke up and changed into a sweat suit with the intention of finally making it to the gym but just before I’d gone out the door I got a call from downstairs. The Chinese guy was waiting for me in the lobby. He was carrying a laptop case and informed me he’d managed to gain access to Donald’s smartphone and wanted to install some monitoring software on my computer. “This is how it works,” he began as we sat down at my dining table. My laptop screen displayed a dashboard menu for every function of Donald’s smartphone. “Text messages and emails are automatically displayed here,” Bao Shen explained. “You can open them just by clicking the icons displayed here. There are some extra functions, too. All the calls he makes or receives will be recorded and forwarded to you when the smartphone is not in use and is connected to WiFi. I’ve set it up to send you the recordings at 3 am – hopefully he’ll be sleeping then. Another function integrated in this spyware will also allow you to activate the smartphone’s microphone to record his offline conversations. This might not always work very well because it’s sensitive to background noise. So long as he isn’t in a nightclub or walking on a busy street it should work well enough though. However, if you find out that Donald will have a meeting at a certain time, you can pre-set the system to record the audio for a specific length of time.”
“Will Donald find out that his phone has been tampered with?” I asked.
“Not a chance,” Bao Shen stated confidently. “These spy applications are hidden deep in the operating system and won’t show up in the smartphone menu. Just remember to only download the recordings at night, and when the device is connected to WiFi. This will ensure he doesn’t notice his smartphone slowing down a bit or showing the increased data usage or a drop the connection speed.”
Pegasus spyware
NSO Group is an Israeli cyber-arms company which developed spyware that can be installed on smartphones running certain versions of iOS and most likely also Android. It became known as Pegasus spyware after it was discovered following a failed attempt to install it on an iPhone belonging to a human-rights activist. An investigation was launched and soon details were published about its abilities, and the security vulnerabilities it exploited. Pegasus spyware is capable of reading text messages, tracking calls, collecting passwords, tracing a smartphone’s location, and gathering information from apps used on that smartphone. Apple later released a software update to block Pegasus. When Pegasus was first discovered it got a lot of media attention and at the time it was called the most sophisticated smartphone attack ever; it was the first time in iPhone history that a remote jailbreak exploit had been discovered. NSO Group stated that it only provides “authorized governments with technology to assist them in combat terror and crime”.
Nid
As Tukataa had no place of her own, she spent her nights either staying with customers or sleeping rough. She wore a wrinkled dress and her hair was uncombed. I loved her as a sister, and I wasn’t going to leave her on her own, so I told her to come and stay with me. That immediately created a problem though because Som didn’t like the idea of Tukataa moving in with us. Without any hesitation, I decided to rent another place in the same building. Luckily, I was able to arrange it that day, and moved in immediately with Tukataa. “I want you to stay with me forever,” I told her as we sat on the bed in our simple apartment. I went to the supermarket to buy her some toiletries, and picked up a few pots and pans in case she wanted to cook, as well as a small TV to keep her occupied. We spent most of our time sitting together in the room talking and watching TV, leaving the place only to buy street food or go shopping in the market. After a few days of this new routine I realized I couldn’t keep ignoring the messages that were building up from my customers, especially because I’d quit my job at 7-Eleven and now had a “sister” to support. I met my customers in the evening or at night, and slept during the day while Tukataa was watching Thai soaps. Sometimes we spent time in the nearby shopping mall. I was very happy with this routine as I’d always felt so alone since Mum died, but all that had changed now. I could imagine living with Tukataa forever, and began to plan renting a house with a small garden. I had a few regular customers and business was good.
It wasn’t quite so simple for Tukataa though. She soon became restless. She had a life of abuse and drug use behind her after all. Despite the improvement in her quality of life since she’d been living with me, I guess Tukataa gradually grew bored with this new life. To begin with, she would go out to buy yabaa only occasionally while I was with customers, but it soon became a regular part of her daily routine. I became suspicious when Tukataa began returning home late, but ignored these feelings as I didn’t want Tukataa to feel uncomfortable. However, when I found yabaa tablets in the bathroom, I could no longer hide my concern, and I broke down one day. Tukataa tried to comfort me. She hugged me as she cried, promising never to take yabaa again. She flushed the tablets down the toilet, although I knew it was only for show. She was already an addict who could not control her cravings, and it was easy for her to obtain a regular supply of the drug. Tukataa began staying away from home at night more often until eventually she fell back into her previous lifestyle of living rough. It happened so gradually that I only really woke up to what had been happening after Tukataa disappeared completely. I was desperately sad and lonely.
Soon after, I received a message from John, a British guy who’d booked me for a night a year ago. He liked me and had continued messaging me after he’d returned home. Now he wanted to have a girlfriend experience and was offering me twenty thousand baht to travel around Thailand with him during his two-week holiday. I never get emotionally involved with customers, but the opportunity to forget the current situation – even if only for a short time – was appealing. So there I was, a week later, with a packed bag at Suvarnabhumi Airport awaiting a British Airways flight carrying the man who was to be my ‘boyfriend’ for the next two weeks.
The girlfriend experience
A girlfriend experience (GFE) is an arrangement between a sex worker and her client where they agree to blur the boundaries between a financial transaction and a romantic relationship particularly in which a client pays a prostitute to pretend to be his girlfriend. In this situation the sex worker provides not only sex but also some degree of emotional intimacy, which results in a more comprehensive experience for the client. While the details vary the idea is to include a sense of authenticity thus to make the experience more pleasurable for the client and of course to make the encounter, which can last days or weeks, more lucrative for the sex worker.
Yayee
I returned to Pattaya after the Chinese guy sent me away. It always happens, one way or another; they either run out of money, return home or get bored and move on to the next girl. I was used to it anyway, and went back to hanging around the streets and bars in Pattaya. It didn’t take long before I got used to street life again. I returned to hooking, stealing and robbing, and it took me only a couple of days to get right back in the game. A few days after settling back in I went to a roadside stall selling Isaan food on a smaller soi connected to Beach Road. Although it was late afternoon, the sex workers were already out and about. Many of them went there because they liked to eat the local dishes their mum would cook for them at home. Luckily, I was able to find a free plastic stool on the pavement next to the food stall. I ordered pad krapow, a dish of stir-fried meat and vegetables with basil served with rice and a fried egg. As I was finishing the food, a girl grabbed me from behind and shouted, “Aroi mai [is it delicious]?” She
held her hands over my eyes and said, “If you don’t guess who I am, you’ll have to buy me a plate of pad krapow!” I forced her hands away and turned around to see a girl with a wrinkled short dress and uncombed hair. “Hi, Yayee,” said Tukataa before hugging me. She looked exactly the same street girl I remembered seeing the last time when we crossed paths in the Bangkok love hotel where she was with Nid. From the way she attacked her plate of rice, I gathered that she hadn’t eaten for quite a while. She seemed genuinely happy to see me. As she gobbled down her food, she reminded me of my sister Nok back in Udon Thani. It was impossible not to like her. She talked non-stop as she ate. “Farang no good,” she said as she chewed some meat. “Want dirty sex for little money. Making money not easy today.” I called Nid to tell her about Tukataa, but Nid told me that some British guy had hired her for a few weeks while he travelled around southern Thailand. I decided to introduce Tukataa to a friend of mine, a mamasan in a bar on Soi 6. The girls were allowed to stay there overnight in the short-time rooms upstairs, which I thought would at least give her a roof over her head.
Tony
The software Bao Shen had installed on my computer worked really well. It allowed me to read every email and text message that Donald sent and received, and I could also listen to his recorded mobile calls. It even allowed me to hear what he was watching on TV. It turned out that Donald wasn’t as important to the organization as I’d thought though. He was really just an office manager. All the emails I’d scrutinized were merely related to administrative and staff-management arrangements, while his chat messages were largely with ladyboys. He was apparently just a foot soldier. What I really needed was to get the spyware installed on Hubert’s hone. I called Bao Shen to ask if he could repeat the same game that he and Yayee had played with Donald.
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