In praise of democracy

Now I know what it feels like to be a christmas tree, to have something cute and colourful dangling off every branch. I’d asked four bargirls, since the bar was going to be closed for the election, to come and dance naked in my living room. They’d agreed because it was the only way they were going to be earning any money that night.

I got in a case of Beerlao and a couple of bottles of tequila in anticipation. They arrived an hour late with one extra lady in tow. They also brought an enormous amount of som tam, a ferociously spicy green papaya salad, and loads of other foody-snacky things. They helped themselves to tequila’s, sprites, tucked in and generally made themselves feel at home.

They also took great delight in feeding me. They know that I like spicy Thai food but still, they never seem to get tired of spooning som tam into me. I think they are secretly disappointed, they want to see me run around the room in panic and try to douse the flames with enormous quantities of beer. But I really like spicy food, especially som tam.

It was while I was being fed that one of the girls found my mor lam cd’s. Mor lam is a musical style from the north east of Thailand. It is rooted in folk traditions but the modern version is electric and is popular all over Thailand. She whipped out the cd that was playing and put it in and pressed play.

Four arms went up over four heads. The one that was feeding me scrambled to her feet to join the fun and five sets of hips started to rock and sway in time to the music. I opened another beer and settled down on the sofa.

In the bars they are dancing for the benefit of the customers, in my living room it seemed they had forgotten I was there. They were dancing with each other and for each other, checking out each others moves, admiring each others bodies. By about the third or fourth number they started slowly undressing each other, lifting t-shits, unbuttoning blouses, unfastening zips. And holding on to each other as they in turn were unfastened.

It was seriously erotic and I was beginning to have major earthquakes in the trouser department.

After a while they got tired of dancing and decided it was time to undress me. It didn’t take long, I was only wearing t-shirt and shorts. Then I felt the palm of someone’s hand slip over my face and cover my eyes.

“Guess who”, a voice said. I reached up to feel the hand but then I realised with a jolt what the voice really meant. I felt my dick disappear into a warm wet mouth. “Who is it?”, another voice asked. “Ooh”, I said, “it’s obviously not you.”

But then I realised that the mouth had changed, “Who is it?” a third voice giggled. The mouth changed again. “It’s all of you…” I said, “… and that’s not a mouth!”

Well, as you can imagine, it was all downhill from there. We all moved to the bedroom and eventually fell asleep with the air con on full blast.

I awoke this morning and promptly fell off the bed. It’s a big bed but six people is still pushing it to it’s limit. I was on the edge. The girls were still fast asleep, covered with two large blankets and goose-bumps. Hugging each other for warmth, ten nipples hard and brown.

I turned off the air con and opened the window. I watched them sleeping for a while. The Cialis was still doing it’s job admirably but my cock was feeling distinctly tender. I took the plates and glasses into the kitchen and went and sat on the balcony.