Raw Silk

by Lisabet Sarai

  The song had ended. The only sounds were moans and sighs, as the two women ground their sexes into each other’s faces and fucked each other’s assholes. The men watching were absolutely silent, hardly believing what they could see so clearly in the spotlight. Kate and her nameless partner were oblivious, climbing higher and higher toward final ecstasy.

  In the split second before climax, Kate remembered: their hungry eyes, their sweaty flesh, their dreams and their judgments. Slut. Lesbo. Freak. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered, as screaming, she and her partner toppled over the edge together.

  It was applause that brought Kate back to her senses: clapping, yelling, lewd whistling. The Thai woman rolled gracefully off of Kate’s face, rose to a standing position, and offered Kate a hand. This raised a new round of hoots and catcalls. Burning with shame, Kate pulled herself up beside her. They bowed together, holding hands. Kate looked sideways at her lovely partner in this carnal ballet. She smiled back, almost innocent. “Khorp khun kha,” she whispered. Thank you. “Khorp khun kha,” Kate responded, shy and a little proud, despite her shame.

  A few minutes later Kate sat, shaking, on an empty bench at the back of the bar. She could not believe what she had done.

  Her arms were crossed over her breasts. Through the thin robe, she could still feel her erect nipples. Her thighs were damp; on her lips she tasted the salt and musk of the Thai girl’s cunt.

  A new bevy of dancers gyrated on the stage. The audience seemed to have forgotten the recent spectacle. Where was Gregory? Kate scanned the faces in the rosy dimness.

  She froze, and shrank back into the shadows. There, directly across the room, she recognised the face of Edward Harrison. He seemed a bit tipsy. His gestures were expansive and exaggerated as he addressed himself to the two other men at his table.

  They looked familiar also, thought Kate. How did she know them? One was clearly Arabic, thick dark hair and a bushy moustache beneath a noble but prominent nose. The other was short and nondescript, with a fringe of sandy hair bordering a shiny bald spot and horn-rimmed glasses. Neither was particularly remarkable, but Kate knew that she had seen them before.

  Then it hit her; both these men had been guests at the Ministry of Technology reception earlier in the week. This suggested, she thought, that they might be competitors to DigiThai. She was suddenly very curious to know the topic of conversation.

  Just then Lek approached her. “Madam,” she asked, concern in her voice, “You okay?”

  “Yes, I’m fine, Lek. Just a bit tired.” The katoey did not appear to have been the least embarrassed or disturbed by the sight of her ravishing another woman.

  “Lek, would you do me a favour?”

  “Of course, Madam.”

  “Do you see those three men over there? The heavy American, the Arab, and the short, bald guy?”

  Lek nodded.

  “I’d like you to go over there and be friendly to them. Flirt, get them to buy you a drink. And listen to what they are saying. I need to know what they are talking about.”

  “Sure, okay,” Lek smiled delightedly. “That will be easy.”

  Kate watched the willowy creature move gracefully through the crowded bar, over to Harrison’s table. She grinned to herself as she saw the enthusiasm with which the threesome welcomed the lovely transvestite. In just a few moments Lek was seated on Harrison’s knees, while the Arabic man fondled her breasts through her semi-transparent blouse. Harrison was still talking non-stop, even as Lek rubbed her cheek against his chest.

  Kate watched the silent tableau in grim amusement. Harrison tried to place his hand between Lek’s legs, but she deflected this gesture with ease, burying her hand in his crotch instead. Finally, she rose and gathered their glasses, apparently going off to get them another round of drinks. Instead, she detoured over to Kate’s corner.

  “Did you hear what they were talking about?” Kate asked.

  “Yes,” said Lek. “But I not understand it.”

  “Tell me!”

  “Well, they talk about business. Lots of money—millions of baht. And then the American promise to bring them ‘the three dee code’. What is that? Are these men secret agents, like James Bond? I not understand.”

  Kate frowned. “Something like that, Lek. It sounds like something secret, and illegal, to me. Did they say anything else?”

  “The man with no hair ask when the American can “deliver the goods”. The American say, next Wednesday or Thursday. He say that he know magic word—I think that is what he say—and that he will call them when he use it.”

  Lek shrugged. “Sorry, Madam. My English is not good. Do you understand?”

  Kate’s lips pressed firmly together. “I am afraid that I do. Dirty work, Lek. Theft and deceit.” The gist was clear. Harrison was double-dealing. He was about to sell out DigiThai, handing over her work and who knows what other intellectual assets to competitors, in return for a personal fortune. She must get to Somtow as soon as possible, to let him know his partner was planning to cheat him.

  “Thank you, Lek! You have been tremendously helpful. Wait here a minute.” Kate rose and moved toward the curtained doorway, planning to get her purse from the dressing room. Lek deserved a generous tip for her assistance.

  As Kate crossed into the light, though, Harrison noticed her. He stood up and waved, beckoning her to join them. Kate was terrified. He knows who I am, she thought. Then she realised the truth; he recognised her, but only as the abandoned Thai wench who had recently given him such a show. Her cheeks burned.

  She pretended to ignore him. He stood up, wavering a little, and pushed through the crowd, making his way toward her. Damn, thought Kate. She ducked behind the curtain, barged into the dressing room without knocking, and grabbed her purse and sandals. As she emerged back into the hall, she heard his gruff voice on the other side of the drapes.

  “Hey, you sexy little thing! Don’t run away! You’re beautiful. I won’t hurt you. I just want to talk to you…!”

  Kate fled down the hall, praying that there would be an exit. Rounding a corner, she came upon a door, propped half-open with a cinder block. She slipped through and found herself in an alley.

  The flickering of multicoloured neon reached down the alley from the street at the end. Music filtered from the surrounding bars, a dozen different beats. Kate paused only long enough to put on her shoes, then headed toward the lights. There would be taxis cruising along Suriwong Road. She was fairly sure that she had Somtow’s card in her wallet.

  All of a sudden, Kate froze. There was a car parked near the entrance to the alley, a white Mercedes that she recognised. She could clearly see Chaiwat in the drivers seat. He was smoking a cigarette, his elbow resting on the open window. She could not possibly exit the lane without him seeing her. Meanwhile, the other end of the alley dead-ended in a concrete wall.

  Kate debated with herself. Did she trust her disguise enough to walk right past Chaiwat? Her deliberations were interrupted by the sound of voices. Harrison and his companions! They had obviously found the same door she had used as an escape route. Desperate, Kate sank into the shadows beside a rubbish bin and tried not to breath.

  “The little minx has given us the slip!” laughed her boss. “Too bad. She was quite a piece, don’t you agree?” They were coming towards her.

  The other men murmured their assent. The trio was now directly across from Kate’s hiding place.

  “Actually, she reminded me a bit of this American tart I hired last month. The idea was that she would distract Somtow, keep him busy, so that he wouldn’t notice that we were ripping him off.”

  “Did your plan work?” asked the bald man.

  “Like a charm! Somtow is totally obsessed with her. He hasn’t been in the office or looked over the books in weeks.”

  With a shock, Kate realised that they were discussing her. Anger and humiliation fought within her. How dare he use her as bait! The arrogant fool! Here she was working her tail off to provide DigiThai with a
technological breakthrough, and he viewed her as nothing more than an unwitting whore!

  “Not only has she thoroughly seduced Somtow, she turned out to be smart as well. The projective 3D software is mostly her work.”

  Mostly! though Kate indignantly.

  “But she wasn’t smart enough to figure out my plans.” Harrison chuckled unpleasantly. “By the time she does, I’ll be on a plane to South America.”

  Oh, yes? thought Kate. We’ll see who is smarter, Mr Edward Harrison!

  Her boss and his guests climbed into the Mercedes. Chaiwat started the engine and pulled slowly out of the alley. Kate released the breath she had been holding. She was fuming. Wait until Somtow heard about this.

  She raced into the street and hailed the first cab that passed. Handing the driver Somtow’s card, she remembered that she was still wearing the wig and make-up. How would she explain this to Somtow?

  Never mind, thought Kate. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

  Chapter Eight

  Quartet

  The half moon, just rising over the roof of Somtow’s house, provided some light. The building itself was dark. Kate hesitated before the door, acutely aware of her nakedness under the brief robe. She pushed the thought away and,resolutely rang the bell.

  She expected to see Orapin’s dignified figure answering the summons. However, there was no response at all, even after several attempts. Tentatively, Kate tried the knob. The heavy slab of teak swung open.

  Peculiar, thought Kate, and slipped into the dim entryway, carefully shutting the door behind her.

  Leaving her sandals with the other footwear clustered near the entrance, she started down the corridor. “Somtow?” she called. Her voice sounded weak and uncertain. “Are you here?”

  The hallway was lit as before, by sconces on the walls. Everywhere, there were shadows. Katherine moved cautiously. Her heart beat loudly in her ears.

  The doors lining the corridor were all shut. The rooms behind them were dark. Then Kate noticed, near the end of the hall, one that was slightly ajar and showed a flicker of light through the frosted glass. “Somtow?” she called again, barely louder than a whisper.

  She paused on the threshold. Muffled sounds reached her from the other side of the door, human voices, but no words. She took a deep breath, and pulled open the door as silently as she could.

  Then she grabbed the doorknob to steady herself. Surprise, shock, embarrassment and arousal swept over her in swift succession as she grasped the nature of the scene before her.

  Oriental carpets two or three deep covered the floor, strewn with pillows and bolsters. A warm, golden light spilled from two candelabra on either side of a low sofa. Just in front of the sofa, half-turned so that she saw only his profile, stood Somtow, completely nude. His pale skin glowed as the candle flames flickered and danced.

  Kneeling before Somtow, sucking eagerly on his cock, was a naked woman. It took a moment for Kate to recognise her. Her black hair was tangled all around her face. Her long fingernails bit into Somtow’s thighs as she pulled him toward her, devouring his rigid flesh. It was only when the woman released him for a moment to lick his balls that Kate realised that this horny lady was the composed and stately Orapin.

  But that was the least of surprises. There was a third participant in this erotic tableau. Behind Somtow, his hands gripping Somtow’s shoulders, his shaved head tilted back and his eyes closed, was Uthai. His night off, thought Kate with an inner grin, and he clearly is getting off.

  As in The Grotto, Kate could see every detail of this performance. The younger Thai’s hefty penis was buried deep in Somtow’s ass. Kate’s sex twitched and ached as she watched the thick shaft slide in and out of Somtow’s well-stretched rear hole. Somtow moaned, and pushed his hips back, mutely requesting deeper penetration. Uthai was eager to oblige. Kate could see the muscles in his buttocks tense with the force of each thrust, as he tried to stuff the whole amazing length of his cock into Somtow’s back passage.

  She should have known, thought Kate. A hedonist like Somtow would not limit himself just to women. Her pulse raced as she remembered her own activities earlier in the evening. Who was she to comment? She had never allowed herself to feel attracted to women, but now, she saw, Orapin was as desirable as Somtow.

  The tempo quickened. Uthai grabbed Somtow’s hips and rammed in his penis, all the way to the root. Somtow cried out and held on to Orapin’s shoulders for balance. Orapin grasped Somtow’s hard rod with both hands, milking him to orgasm.

  A hoarse growl gathered in Uthai’s throat, mingling with Somtow’s yells. His whole body jerked in long spasms as he spent himself in Somtow’s rectum. Orapin opened her mouth to catch the jets of Somtow’s cum. As Uthai collapsed exhausted against Somtow’s back, she tenderly licked every drop of semen from her master’s cock and balls.

  All was quiet. Kate realised that she was panting, and then, that she was squatting on the threshold, her thighs spread and her hand buried in her crotch. She stood up hastily. Somtow looked up at the sound, his eyes slightly unfocused.

  “What … Who are you?” he began, and then stopped in amazement. Kate pulled off her wig. “Katherine?” Somtow said uncertainly.

  “Good evening, Somtow,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant and unaffected by the orgiastic scene she had just witnessed. She could not tell him about Harrison, of course, until they were alone. “My previous engagement for the evening ended unexpectedly early.” She glanced at his companions, Orapin still on her knees, Uthai sitting on the sofa. “But I see that you have other business tonight.”

  Somtow took her by the hand and led her to the sofa. “Nothing that could ever exclude you,” he said, kissing her delicately. He nodded to Orapin and then to Uthai. They rose silently and left through a door at the back of the room.

  “Forgive me, Katherine, but when you told me that you were not available, I thought I would console myself in some less precious but still pleasant flesh.”

  “So I see,” Kate smiled. She took both his hands in hers. “I don’t know what amazes me more about you, Somtow: your exquisite politeness and consideration, or your insatiable and diverse appetites.”

  “Well, I could say the same about you, Katherine.” He leaned back a bit, surveying her Asian make-up and half-open kimono. “I do wonder about the nature of your previous engagement.”

  “I’ll tell you sometime, I promise.”

  “Now that you are here, though, can I offer you some wine?” Kate nodded and he began to fill a glass. “And some hospitality?” His eyes twinkled. “Uthai is a very talented young man.”

  “So I see,” Kate replied.

  “I am sure that he would be happy to pleasure you.” Somtow’s fingers began a lazy trip up the inside of her thigh. “Front or rear, whichever you prefer.” His fingertips rested on her clit, teasing. Obviously he could feel the dampness of her curls.

  Kate felt the heat rising in her sex. She sipped her wine and gazed into Somtow’s lively face.

  “You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” she said. “Watching him fuck me?”

  “Watching him give you pleasure,” he said softly. “Oh yes, I would enjoy that very much.”

  Kate felt crazy and reckless. Why not? The graceful, muscular Uthai definitely turned her on. She had craved his cock ever since she first saw him in The Grotto. Why not give in to that craving?

  “Well, then,” she said, so low that he could hardly hear her. “Let’s do it.”

  Somtow beamed, and kissed her again. She did not see him give any signal, but almost immediately Uthai reentered, obviously fresh from the shower. Orapin followed close behind.

  “Uthai,” said Somtow formally, “this is Katherine, a dear friend of mine.”

  Uthai smiled shyly, and bowed.

  “Katherine, may I present Uthai.”

  “My pleasure,” said Kate gently, trying to put the young man at ease.

  “Uthai, Katherine would like … “. Then, incongruously,
Somtow leaned over and whispered something in Uthai’s ear. He nodded his close-shaven head as Somtow continued to whisper.

  Somtow turned to Kate. “Front or rear?” he asked.

  Kate blushed furiously. “Front, I think,” she said. Her rear hole still felt ghost sensations from her Sapphic partner’s fingers. The thought of new probing there made her heart pound. Somehow though, she believed that orifice belonged to Marshall and his minions. Patience and discipline, she thought. I’ll save my darkest and dirtiest self for him.

  Somtow settled back comfortably on the couch. Orapin knelt next to him. They turned their eyes toward Uthai and Kate.

  Uthai approached her, gliding across the floor until they stood face to face. His cock was engorged and ready. Kate vividly recalled the opening moves of his Grotto performance. She shrugged off the silk robe and held out her arms. He put his hands on her waist and lifted her as if she were light as a feather, above his head. Her crotch was just even with his face.

  Kate understood immediately. She spread her thighs and lifted her hips until she could rest her bare feet on his shoulders. Then she relaxed into his grasp, as he began licking her cunt and nibbling on her clitoris.

  The effects were electric. Hot sparks moved from her sex-flesh up her spine. His tongue probed and tickled, building the tension, stoking the fires. Meanwhile, Kate savoured the sensation of being suspended in thin air, maintained by his astounding strength. She was flying.

  The more he worked on her with his mouth, the more she craved his cock. Still, she let him set the pace. He was the expert, after all. Just when she thought she could wait no longer, he lowered her slowly and settled her wet cunt onto his near-vertical erection.