Dans le Murs (Part 9)

“Steel core,” he said nonchalantly hitting the wall, “no break in here.” He chuckled softly as he guided us to two large, comfortable chairs and sat down himself. We declined his offer of a drink, eager to get down to business.
Leubeka looked straight at me, all pretence of humility gone, the hard businessman restored.

“Let us get to business.” his voice was low and authoritative, “You wish access to our girls, we wish your technical and administrative knowledge; correct?”
“Absolutely,” I smiled, “thai girls are very popular in Europe and we have the distribution infrastructure for your films. Nahdya will consider your young ladies while I will study your films and advise on any changes to make them more marketable in Europe; agreed?”

“Agreed.” Leubeka rubbed his hands, “Let me show you film while we wait for Tanika. She will bring two of our young girls for your lady to see. I do not keep them here, you understand.” He pressed a button on the desk. He stood up and beckoned us through another door into a small, dark room. It was air conditioned with a large Hitachi plasma screen, video and what looked like a CD player in one corner. On a table was a box of VHS videos.
Leubeka went to the box. “What you want?” he asked.
“You choose,” I said, sitting beside Nahdya, “just run a couple of typical films.”
“O.K.” he shuffled through the pile and selected two cassettes. He held one towards me. “This one called in English ‘Daddy’s Girls’ and this one ‘Sue-Tan learns to suck’. Which first?”
“Sue-Tan, please” I smiled at Nahdya who shrugged, “I like sucking, don’t I, darling.” She looked down in embarrassment but remained silent.

Leubeka switched on the hardware and inserted the cassette. The large screen TV flickered then an opening sequence of stars and bodies faded and drifted across the screen leading to an acknowledgement of the distributor, one TFI. Leubeka informed us that it was the title of Thai Film International. Then crudely on the screen was the title of the film, “Sue-Tan learns to suck” in gold on blue. Immediately there was on the screen the camera panned up a young thai girl, I estimated just about legal but made up to look younger, curled up nude on a bed. She had one hand between her legs and the other cupping a small breast. After lingering on her face and bosom for a while the camera switched to the opening door through which came a young man. He was a slim, well-dressed Western man in his mid-twenties. After closing the door he looked at the young girl on the bed, letting his hand move to his groin. He sat down on the bed beside the sleeping girl and gently stroked her smooth breast with the back of his hand. She awoke with a start and moved away from him, curled up like a little foetus trying to cover her nakedness. The boy moved closer again, his hands roving over her smooth skin finding the swelling breasts and tight, curly hair between her thighs. After token resistance the young woman allowed him to explore her, thrusting her small boobs out towards his fingers. Her muscles relaxed letting his probing fingers part the pouting sex lips. Zooming in the camera displayed her sweet charms, the sparse fur allowing a close up of her intimate femininity. The young man stroked and explored the fleshy mound, carefully parting the full lips and caressing the pale flesh beneath. With his other hand he explored the young woman’s hard little breasts, his fingers grazing the firm, erect nipples. Her hands squeezed her tiny bust, pushing them upwards so that they swelled against his hands. She gasped; until now the sound had been almost absent. The camera flicked to her belly and revealed the young lad sliding a middle finger into her vagina. For some moments he massaged his finger against the velvety membranes lining her love passage occasionally stroking her prominent clitoris with his thumb. 

Removing his other hand from her bosom he unzipped his fly and eased out a well-proportioned and very erect penis. He rubbed it suggestively as the young girl looked on wide-eyed. He pressed her down and pointed his dribbling monster towards her downy sex. She shook her head and tried to cover her engaging charms. The boy insisted but she persisted in her refusal. She indicated by curling her hands over her flat belly that she was afraid of getting pregnant. After a moment the boy released the downward pressure, knelt up on the bed and, rather roughly pulled he towards him, obviously trying to get her to suck him instead. Again the girl resisted but the boy, being stronger, managed to smear her lips with his juice. She unconsciously used her tongue to sweep the fluid away and, for the first time, tasted a boy. Almost immediately, as the realisation that the taste was not so unpleasant, she agreed to experiment with oral sex. The boy smiled widely, gripped the base of his ample penis and pulled the foreskin back over the knob. The girl dipped her head slowly towards the fleshy head, already shiny with his oily lubricant, and extended the point of her tongue. Boy and girl connected, her tongue flicking over the taut, rosy skin tasting, gathering his piquant fluid. Pulling back a short distance she took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide and guided it over the palpitating swelling. For a moment she closed her lips over the ridged before sliding it out again, making it shine with saliva and letting the abundant juice pool into her mouth. She made a face as she shrugged her shoulders and licked her lips but the boy was in no mood for delay. 

He gripped his swollen prick and pressed it against her mouth trying to get in, we assumed before he came. She relaxed slightly and let it slip between her lips; he took advantage of her error and pulled her head towards his pubic hair, driving his mature hardness deep down her throat. Gagging slightly she pulled sharply back. The lad gripped her jet-black hair and began to oscillate her head, sliding her mouth up and down over his penis. Her lips rolled over the heavily veined skin leaving it glistening. She gave a sharp, muted cry and pulled against his guiding hands. The boy’s flat belly rippled; we all knew what was happening but, unlike many American and Western films, he did not pull out. He held her to him, his penis pouring thick semen onto her tongue, filling her mouth with a strange, new taste, the taste of a man. She released the clamp around his quivering prick allowing the erotic mixture of sperm and saliva to stream out down the shaft. The young man instinctively gripped his fluttering penis and squeezed it onto the girl’s lips as the camera zoomed in to focus on the erotic detail. The smooth skin of the girl’s face was smeared with shiny fluid and bubbled out of her mouth. The boy tightened his grip on the stiffness and forced the last, spicy droplets from the wet tip. The camera panned out to include both youngsters as they wound down. He wiped his drooping prick while the girl scooped the puddles of semen from her chin and sucked it off her forefinger. Nahdya and I looked at each other while Leubeka removed the film and turned to us inviting comment.
Nahdya nodded silently to me. “I think it has promise.” I said with authority, “The girl definitely did not act as if it was her first time but that can be overcome. I like the freshness of the girl, her coyness is a good selling point and, naturally, her Oriental beauty is very attractive to Europeans.”

“Good, good.” Leubeka rubbed his hands and hopped from one foot to the other. “I promised you good merchandise; now you see that Leubeka keep promise.”
I held my hands up sharply. “Hold on there.” I stopped him, “One film does not make that much success. We need to see a selection and talk to some of your girls. We need to be sure that you can maintain the highest quality. This is a cutthroat business sir; we cannot afford sloppy production, second-rate performers or erratic supply. We need to be assured that you have the authorities under control and that there is a good supply of performers, female and male for you to work with. Our punters become quickly bored if they see the same faces –or other parts- too often. In addition we may want to put ‘special assignments’ to you. One-off, bespoke productions for rich clients. Can you handle these? Have you the resources to produce; I am speaking of bizarre content, perhaps a little sado-masochism? It is early days yet; we must be satisfied before we return otherwise it must be a negative report.”

Leubeka was mollified. “Okay Mister Colin,” he blustered, “You are good businessman – and your lovely wife too. I show you that I top studio in Thailand. Produce the best for you; only the best girls, young and clean. Very beautiful and skilful. Oh, dear me yes. Yes, special girls too. You tell me, I can help of course. Let me show you ‘special’ film I keep very secret. Only my best client see this. Show how young Thai and Cambodian girl make men very happy. Everything, oh yes indeed; let me show you now.”
He gesticulated before dropping to his knees, removing a thick floor tile to gain access to a solid looking safe. Using his body as a shield he twiddled and pulled open the heavy door. A quick fumble as he withdrew not a video but a single, shiny disc, a DVD. He moved with an agility that belied his bulk to insert the disc into the second box. Suddenly the TV was displaying a new title “Su-Lin’s Family”.

Leubeka looked at us and I nodded for him to play. He flicked a remote control and stepped quickly aside.
The screen displayed the inside of a small house with a young girl playing. He let us watch a film that depicted her having sex with an older man followed by two youngish boys. I looked questioningly at Nahdya who looked very solemn in return. I was suddenly getting the wrong vibes over this man and his products. After they had finished a different scenario began but I waved my hand to indicate enough.
“You are surely not serious?” I challenged Leubeka, “This is NOT what I understood we had come to discuss. Do you agree Nahdya?”
She nodded looking a little flushed. “I will not dispute that some older men like to see a very young girl perform. However we cannot and will not market that in Europe. I would even more like to speak to your girls; please make haste.”

“For sure, for sure madame.” Leubeka fawned and pushed the button hard a few times. “Tanika slow, I hurry her.”
Almost as soon as his finger had released the button a buzzer sounded. “Ah, Tanika here.” Leubeka turned and swung open the heavy door. Into the room came two very nubile girls followed by a Thai woman of about 35 to 40. Both girls were pre adolescent, at least from first impressions. Black hair just below the ears and very baby faces. I estimated their ages between 9 and 10. They stood until the woman signalled for them to sit. Leubeka beamed at us and I nodded to Nahdya who shook her head sadly. She sat on the floor between them and spoke animatedly but hesitatingly, first to one then the other. At times they seemed uncomfortable, at others quite bright. Both nodded and shook their heads while Nahdya chatted and made short notes. Finally she nodded to both and turned to me. “I have much information.” she stood up, “But I don’t understand why Saramsiya brought these girls instead of the older ones that we expected.”

“Perhaps his intention was to push the kiddy porn onto us at the expense of the normal stuff.” I turned to the man who was sweating a little, “I think you are trying to piss with us. You show us both films but with the intention of pushing the kiddy stuff. I have a feeling you have no older girls and that this is all you do.”
He waved his arms, sweating hard now. “I show you good film.” he blustered, “Two times good then girls like you want.”
“Crap!” I banged my fist down hard, “Nahdya and I came to negotiate mainstream films using legal girls and that is what we wanted to see. Greatorix is totally opposed to this sort of exploitation. Normal porn we can accept but all police forces in Europe co-operate against paedophilia. So, in fact, do we. There is no way we would even consider this stuff, it is total filth! Now, have you got what we came for or are you just pissing us about?”
“I get all good films and girls.” he looked very uncomfortable, “Not here but very soon.”
I looked at Nahdya who shook her head. “You mean you don’t do them and you will have to do a deal with someone else?” I accused the pompous ass, “We don’t talk to the monkey, only the organ grinder. So let’s cut the crap and get to the people who really matter.”

“No no!” he shook his head violently, “They very bad people, not like deal and you fish food. Very true, oh yes indeed. I speak with them, we meet two days, much safer.”
“Oh yes, and much better for you too.” I spoke cynically, “You butter up to them, make a deal in your favour and we end up paying over the top. Was I born yesterday? I don’t think so. If you won’t help us we will do it ourselves. A pity, we could have had a good deal without the kiddy stuff if you had been co-operative, but now, it’s toast.”
“Yes, yes, we do deal.” he stood between us and the door, “I give you contact, then we do deal on unusual film. I do plenty good film and supply girls too. Very good here, men like the younger girl or boy. Exciting and they pay good for short time. Oh yes indeed. Pay many dollars for cherry girl or buy special film. I make you good price, no problem.”
Should we even consider dealing with him? I turned to Nahdya and enquired by a raised eyebrow. She shrugged in indecision also. I made a spot decision.
“Okay Mister Saramsiya,” I smiled a wicked grin, “Let’s see if we can make a deal. No shifty business; no wriggling and a good contact for the mainstream films. If I find, or even suspect, that you have two-timed or short changed us then I am sure the long arm of our organisation will reach out to your heart – and rip it out! For once in your life you are going to be honest and straightforward. I know it will be a new experience for you so enjoy it. And make sure it isn’t your last. Shall we proceed?”

He was red and bubbles of sweat ran down his face. As powerful as his organisation was, the cult was even more so and he knew it. His life would be forfeit if he failed and this he feared. I trembled also realising the power we held simply by calling on our masters. Coffee mysteriously appeared on the worktops as we sat, the two girls almost ignored a metre or so away with their minder.
“Nahdya, my love.” I tilted my head at my ‘wife’, “I think the first part is yours. Tell me what you think and have discovered.”

“Thank you my L ..” she hesitated at the near slip, “husband. First the girls are not Thai but Cambodian. So they are illegals and have no protection at all from the Thai police who would simply return them to the border if they could. But that is all. This one, Simsa is twelve, the other, Sau-Let is part Chinese and is almost eleven. Simsa has made two films for Leubeka and she has been used by many men.” She paused and addressed the older girl in Thai. After the reply she continued. “Many is about five or six, she did not keep record. She tell me that men enter between her legs and in her mouth. She tell me that they stay and make much water inside and to swallow. She say quite hurt sometimes. One also get close to face, she see him make thick water spray onto her hair. Not like real water but like milk. She tell me that him, Saramsiya, he make water inside two times, take picture. Other girl she not make film, just here from Cambodia. I think she a virgin and only begin to learn what she must do. They say Saramsiya has many girls in many places for films and for men. She say though that they are looked after good, plenty of food, clean water, clothes and nice sleeping”
I leant over and kissed her. Leubeka looked at me closely. He had noticed the slip and made four from the usual two and two. Leubeka was clearly a paedophile, which disgusted me, probably the top man for this type of film, and I began to hatch a plan to bring him down and stop his filthy business. I decided there and then I did not like him or his trade.

Before I could speak Leubeka chipped in. “All true sir.” he said carefully, “I take care of them, feed them and they repay me with good film. For you too, good film or –“ he licked his lips disgustingly, “ – maybe sir like to experience one or both.”
“Kids? Like you do?” I snapped almost automatically. “You kind of people disgust me. There are plenty of legal girls around Bangkok without resorting to children. What the devil do you think I am?
He shrugged. “Sir, I too have feelings. You very fortunate to have beautiful ‘wife’ to take care, make relax. Leubeka have no wife but need relax. Oh yes indeed. Why not girl? Girl working for Leubeka, perform in film so help Leubeka sleep.”

I felt sick. Whilst I had little problem with younger children experimenting among their own age groups I despised these older men who preyed on vulnerable girls and boys. In my book I would castrate any of them who were convicted. I knew now with absolute certainty that we would do all in our power to destroy the degenerate Leubeka and his perverted trade, but first we had to woo him. I dismissed my feelings and we got down to business. I didn’t tell Nahdya but I had a strong feeling she was ahead of me. He was a shrewd negotiator and it was very hard work before we got a deal we could both accept. The price was a little higher than we would have accepted but I knew that the films would have a premium value if we were stupid enough to handle them. I wanted him to believe that we were still serious. 

The primary negotiations over relaxed the atmosphere significantly. Our additional contact was a Mrs. Tharamdapur for whom we had a telephone contact. This was another Triad type group whose name, when translated became the delightful ‘Misty Dragon’. We were told, however, to ignore the gentle sounding name; the leader was apparently one of the hardest and most feared underworld characters in the whole of Thailand. She had inherited her empire from her assassinated husband and had ruthlessly sought out and removed every individual and his or her families she believed to have been involved with his death. Some gave the estimate of her retribution at over three hundred souls. She had then expanded her activities into every aspect of Thai crime. To cross her was a death sentence; a slow one at that. As an individual however, she was a paragon. Supporting the arts and the disadvantaged, she even patronised a cat rescue centre, which, not surprisingly, never suffered petty crime of any sort. It was not thought to be anecdotal that anything from the rescue centre could be left unattended anywhere in Bangkok and it would remain inviolate. Even the thought of this lady frightened me. After we all had a Coke, Leubeka beckoned the two girls over with their minder. He spoke to her and she them. I looked at Nahdya who delicately shook her head. 
“Please sir,” the pimp addressed me and once more sidelined Nahdya, “you wish to inspect my girls, they very soft and willing. They show you good skill, oh yes indeed, very pretty good. You see, they do things for you only young girl can do.”

I looked at Nahdya, grinned and then turned back to Saramsiya, my face like thunder. “Is it your objective in life to insult my wife?” I asked in a voice of gravel, “First you treat her as if she were a common prostitute, then you virtually ignore her and now you blatantly suggest that I go with your children as if she were not here. Whatever we do in business does not extend to the bedroom. I negotiate and assess the technical aspects of our task while she, and she alone, is responsible for the quality of the merchandise. Outside this we are a married couple; I love my wife and I do not, repeat do not, screw other women or girls simply because they are offered. I have said it once too many times, the lack of control of your mouth makes this venture insecure. Perhaps we should cancel this agreement and negotiate only with Mrs Tharamdapur; I feel that she would be more professional.”

Saramsiya deflated almost physically. With the prospect of a healthy cash flow beginning to evaporate he looked for a saviour. He found none. The jaw wobbled as he sought the right words.
“A thousand apologies again sir.” he grovelled, wiping his brow, “I do not know what I am thinking again. Oh no indeed I do not. Your wife, beautiful lady and I not wish to insult her. Dear me no indeed. I will listen with both ears to all she say and make no speech to interrupt. My girls are good and I try very hard to tell you. Maybe I try too hard, oh yes. Of course you do not use young girl for unlawful sex, oh no, your wife she do that indeed, she do that good. Oh yes.”
We could hardly contain our laughter.
“Leubeka, “ I tried to keep a straight face, “We have a saying in England which says, ‘When in a hole – stop digging.’ I think you would be well advised to heed this.”
“A hole, what hole?” he asked, obviously totally confused.
“Everything you say is making the problem worse.” I said, “Your mouth is the spade, I suggest that you say no more unless we abandon you.”
“Mouth, spade? I do not understand what you say.” he said.
“Just shut up!” I waved my hand in a termination gesture. He shut up.
“Mister Saramsiya.” Nahdya turned on him, her voice syrupy and suggestive, “Perhaps you would permit Simsa to accompany us to our apartment where I could talk with her alone? I think it better you not around. We take care of her until tomorrow. Food and good bed. Then, if I happy with what she tell me we confirm deal tomorrow.” She stopped for a moment, her eyes distant. “Perhaps too you send one of your boys to us also. I wish to know much about our investment.”

I smiled broadly. I genuinely admired Nahdya. She was not only very beautiful and sexy but also shrewd and calculating. This was a brilliant move that put pressure on Saramsiya and strengthened our position.

“Of course, of course dear lady.” he fawned, “I could not suggest better. Take Simsa, I send boy to you. Room 217, oh yes, I remember. Meet tomorrow, fix contract I am sure indeed.”
We nodded, finished our drinks and prepared to move. The door opened and we followed Saramsiya back towards the club. He stopped for a moment, his mobile to his ear, then directed us to a small passage and door.
“Taxi will take you back to hotel.” he said, “Safe for you and Simsa. I send boy later. You come here tomorrow, eleven hours, bring Simsa and boy, okay?”
I nodded. “Make it later, say seven pm again. It is getting late now I think.”
He agreed with a nonchalant wave.

Hardly had the words passed my lips that there was a screech and a large, dirty yellow cab shuddered to a halt with a squeal of tortured rubber. We all clambered in, myself alongside the driver to guide him to our hotel. In fairness, he needed only to be told once and we were off, weaving our way through the snarled traffic. Forty minutes it took us to travel about 4km before we disembarked and entered the Royale. I glanced at my watch and realised for the first time how late it was. We had met Saramsiya at seven and now it was past 1am. If the hotel was concerned over our addition it did not show it. The night clerk handed over our key with a smile and the three of us grabbed a lift and wearily flopped to the room. I called for some late club sandwiches which arrived in minutes. We all eat, showered and collapsed for the night. Both my and Nadhya’s clocks were out of sync but it did not matter; we were whacked. Simsa curled on a chair until Nahdya guided her to a spare, small cot. After just a few minutes the room contained three sleeping beauties.

End of Part IX

Look out for Part 10 – Fight and Flight 

In which Colin and Nahdya dump the Triad dealer and fall foul of the notorious Mrs T; both are injured in the course of the escape and make a desperate dash from Thailand in a boat bound for Indian territory, pursued by Mrs T’s agents. This episode is more thriller than erotic.