The Sound of a Rainbow
By Stephen Howe
Smashwords Edition Copyright © 2010 Stephen Howe
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Synopsis
Dan Hargreeves is a troubled man, living in a small town with the mentality that reminds him of a green and yellow ball of puss after the scab had been ripped off.
A traumatic experience which he had no understanding of gave him a psychological condition which mixed with a hereditary one, which gives him short violent hallucinations, these hallucinations give him clues to what he experienced as a child with a red barn with a blue roof at the centre of it, which occurs in his dreams every night, but he simply cannot work out the puzzle, taking him to the edge of suicide.
He decides to take control of the situation with consequences he could never imagine.
She Sells Sanctuary
(Diamond beach hotel Pattaya 1997 03:45 room 88)
'These fucking keys, every time I try to get into this hotel room, it’s the same as back home, one in three work if you get them cut locally, fucking useless.' He said.
‘So those twelve bottles of Tiger, two glasses of Bacardi and five shots had nothing to do with it?’ She said.
‘Who’s counting?’
‘We Thai’s always count everything.’
‘Yeah. Waste of time if you ask me, come on, come on, ahh that’s it in.’
Daniel slipped the plastic key holder into the plastic sleeve, the television, air conditioning and lights simultaneously came on, the room lit up, the air conditioning clunked into action taking the edge off a primeval humidity, the television was stuck on the same channel showing twenty four hour game shows. The room was still in its 1980’s decor oozed broken promises, sweat and sex, the brown carpet, furniture and light brown bed spread made an uninspiring 80’s neutral look, the room smelt fresh due to the clean white Queen size sheet that had been put on earlier that day, the side of the bath was drifting away from its white porcelain tub, the white porcelain tub with its black in ground cracks made the tiles on the wall with their twenty years of dirt enhanced grout look clean, the opulence of this room had long left town along with its dignity.
Thip sat on the edge of the bed holding her black tawdry purse and mobile phone, while Daniel went to the fridge and got out a half bottle of Mekong whiskey, he took two glasses from the top of the fridge, next to the welcome basket of chocolate, nuts, crisps and condoms, he broke the paper seal of the whiskey, unscrewed the top and poured it into two glasses, holding both glasses in one hand and sat on the edge of the bed next to Thip.
‘Here you go.’ Dan said, passing Thip a glass and taking a sip of his.
‘Why you give me whiskey for? Just fuck me.’
Daniel coughed into his whiskey and put the glass down on the carpet.
‘Well I thought we’d relax, have a few glasses and have sex afterwards?’
‘You spent three hours in bar getting drunk, you play connect four, shut box and Jenga, that we not interested in, pay bar six hundred Baht and bring me to hotel to fuck me. SO FUCK ME!’ Thip shouted.
Daniel put his whiskey glass down and stood up and started to get undressed. Thip put her glass down and started to do the same, he watched as she removed her black t-shirt and skin tight jeans, she placed them neatly by the side of the bed, putting her purse and mobile phone on top. Dan stood there in his blue tartan boxer shorts, his clothes dropped around his feet, he hastily kicked them towards his holdall against the bedroom wall. Thip turned to face Dan.
‘Fuck me! I bet you work in office, tell joke that no one find funny? When fuck lady, I bet only fuck on back all time?’
Dan took an instant dislike to her pertinence.
‘By the way who’s fucking paying here and don’t be rhetorical.’
‘What rhetorical?’
‘Doesn’t matter.’
Thip stood there opposite Dan, her body was a lot fuller than most Thai girls, her skin was a flawless melted demerara sugar colour, apart from the slight lighter coloured stretch marks at the bottom of her stomach, her breasts were large and her legs were long, she was a lot taller than the average Thai girl, she had a black bra and pink thong on. Dan stood there, his pale skin, skinny white arms and legs made him feel odd in this environment, he felt vulnerable. Thip unclipped her bra and kept it between her fingers, she slipped both her thumbs in either side of her pink thong, looking directly at Dan as she slid them down her legs, letting them fall to her ankles.
‘You like what you see? I not like what I see.’ She said.
‘Well thanks very much.’
Dan pulled his boxer shorts down and again felt vulnerable with Thip looking at him.
‘I don’t think you have much experience with lady? So I tell you what do, don’t kiss me and I kneel on bed and look at wall, so I not have to see you and maybe you surprise me.’
Thip knelt down on all fours facing the headboard with her two feet over the edge of the bed. Dan scanned her body, one scorpion tattoo at the base of her spine, (even the tramp stamp phenomenon had reached Thailand), Dan thought to himself. Some tell tale stretch marks either side of it due to growth and pregnancy. He knelt down on the carpet and put both his thumbs on the soles of her feet, he started to massage them, he pulled her legs slightly apart and moved his head in, he used the tip of his tongue on the inside of her left thigh, he slowly moved it up to her shaven vagina, he gently bit into her left buttock and prised open her vagina with his two thumbs, he moved his nose to the soft entrance, leaving a slight indentation of his teeth on her left buttock cheek, he pushed his nose into her vagina, the sticky heat took the chill out the tip of it, the air conditioning had done its job, to him the smell was intoxicating, it was like the smell of a neon lit, loud, busy Bangkok night, he used the tip of his tongue to stimulate the clitoris, slowly stimulating it from left to right, he could just see the bristles at the start of her perfectly trimmed pubic train track line, he removed his nose and replaced it with his tongue pushing hard against the hot soft tissue membrane, until he engulfed the whole of his tongue, the taste took him back to his childhood, the taste of sherbet and liquorice dip ripped through his senses, he moved his tongue clockwise and anticlockwise, simultaneously moving it in and out as quickly as he could.
‘Suck on thumb, put in ass, carry on licking.’ Thip demanded.
Dan obliged even though her belligerence was starting to annoy him and slowly inserted his thumb into her anus. Thip started to groan. She lightly gripped the wooden headboard. Daniel kept his work up for about ten minutes, until the base of his tongue started to ache, he removed his tongue and thumb.
‘Why you fucking stop?’
‘What about me?’
‘I owe you one, now go get condom from basket? I not got any.’
Dan arose from his position, his erect penis excited in anticipation, he switched the TV off and picked the box of condoms out the welcome basket.
‘What flavour do you want strawberry or orange?’
‘I not fucking care, I not suck it, just put in me and maybe you surprise me.’
Daniel opened the box of condoms quickly ripping the clear plastic wrapping off, he took one out and chucked the box on the floor, he opened the foil protector and slid the condom along his penis. He put both his hands on either side of Thip’s waist and pulled her towards him, he moved his hands down and used his two thumbs to open the entrance of her vagina, then he slowly penetrated her, getting his penis half way in, he slowly pushed in until he reached the base of his penis, he felt the warmth surround it and Thip moaned.
‘He nice size, you surprise me, now fuck me.’
Dan put both his palms on Thip’s arse and started copulation, he got into a quick rhythm, he had no fear of premature ejaculation with the amount of alcohol he had consumed, five minutes passed, then ten, Thip’s moaning and groaning had reached a higher level to go with the even louder creaking headboard, he watched as her thighs vibrated and her scorpion tattoo moved as if to sting Dan, he watched as the blood gushed around her back underneath her skin, giving that melted demerara sugar colour a tinge of pink. His nostrils flared with the pungent smell of an intense Bangkok night. Dan moved his right hand and felt Thip’s stomach contract.
‘You finished yet?’
‘No.’
‘You been at it like fucking train, too much beer.’
‘Only because you’ve come, you can wait for me.’
Daniel moved it up a notch, the headboard started squeaking at a higher decibel and knocked into a groove in the wall made by many previous sordid encounters.
‘COME ON, COME ON!’ Thip shouted.
‘You’re putting me off.’
‘Keep the fucking noise down will ya.’ A voice shouted from the adjacent room.
‘For fuck sake.’ Dan said as his penis started to loose its erection.
‘You come?’
‘No, too much beer.’
Dan withdrew and slumped down on the bed next to Thip, still with the condom on. Thip turned around and led on her back, she looked at Dan with her jet black hypnotic eyes.
‘I have whiskey now.’ She said.
Dan got off the bed, picked up the two glasses off the carpet and passed a glass to Thip, she drank it in one whole swoop. Dan looked at her, got off the bed, opened the fridge door, took out the Mekong whiskey and poured her another glass.
‘Why’s your English so good?’
‘Why you think it good?’
‘Well I’ve brought other girls here, and the only word they know is money.’
‘You fuck other Thai girl here? You fucking bastard.’
‘What d' you think I’ve been doing?’
‘I thought me only been here, that why I let you fuck me.’
‘No, no I’m paying.’
‘No you take me back England, I be wife and have baby, I not want fucking money.’
‘Sorry you’ve got it all wrong, I’ll just fuck you, pay you and you can go home.’
‘I’m just fucking with you idiot. I live in England with man I met here.’
‘Why come back?’
‘Bad thing happen.’
‘What bad thing happened?’
‘Why you want fucking know for?’
‘Because a lot of bad things have happened to me.’
‘Like what?’
‘Well you're not telling me, why should I tell you?’
‘My daughter raped and murdered, happy now?’
‘Look I’m sorry about that.’
‘It OK. You not know, so why come here get drunk and fuck girl?’
‘I didn’t just come here and do that, if you really want to know I came here to die.’
‘Why you sick?’
‘Not in the physical sense.’
‘What mean?’
‘You wouldn’t understand, it’s my mind, it’s got a lot of problems, things you wouldn’t comprehend.’
‘Why you think me stupid dumb whore?’
‘No, not at all, no one understands it, especially me.’
Thip lent on her side, put her arm across his chest and looked him in the eyes.
‘You want me to make you come?’ Thip said quietly.
Dan said nothing. She moved her hand down towards his penis and started gently squeezing it, still looking at Dan’s face. Dan started to fill the empty condom, his penis was soon erect and the condom pressed tightly against his foreskin.
‘Give me more whiskey?’ She said still with her quiet voice.
Dan put the glass to her lips and tipped it. She looked Dan in the eyes and smiled, she moved her head down towards his penis, she held it upright, ripped the condom off and threw it onto the carpet, she spat the whiskey over his penis. Dan jerked back, the alcohol burned the edge of his foreskin, she put his penis into her mouth and got into an expert rhythm, she massaged his testicles gently being careful not to upset the scrotum, her experienced mouth almost brought him to a climax immediately, he decided to defuse the situation.
‘Suck on my balls.’ He said wanting the experience to last longer, she obliged and again with her expert mouth and tongue massaged his testicles orally putting the whole sack in her mouth. Dan looked up towards the ceiling, it was like she was trying to melt two butter balls on her tongue, she started to masturbate him again and released his testicles from their warm incubation, she put his penis back in her mouth all the way down to the base of it, he felt the pressure from the back of her throat push hard on the top of his penis as she engulfed the whole length of it. Dan in the back of his mind thought, (that’s the first time anyone has done that to me), she quickly got back into her expert rhythm. Dan looked up towards the ceiling trying to concentrate on the fan slowly revolving above the bed, but it was to late, he ejaculated into Thip’s mouth, he felt three quick spurts, he felt relieved and a little happy for once. Thip stopped and moved her head towards Dan, she moved in for a kiss, Dan opened his mouth and she spat the semen into it.
‘See how you fucking like it.’
Dan wretched, lent over the bed and spat the semen onto the carpet, it was a new experience for Dan and the taste brought back memories as a teenager on the Devon coast on holiday with his parents, trying oysters for the first time, that slimy sea taste made him wretch and he spat that out to.
‘Why the fuck did you do that for?’ Dan angrily said.
‘It’s yours you can have it back.’ Thip laughed.
‘I don’t think it’s very fucking funny.’
‘Why you want die for?’
‘What’s that got to do with spitting spunk in my mouth?’
‘Don’t care, why you want die for?’
‘Pass me the whiskey.’
Thip did, and Dan drank the contents of the glass, killing the taste of the oysters off.
‘You wouldn’t understand, it’s too complex.’
‘You still think me dumb fucking whore?’
‘OK. I’ll try, (the pianola in gushes of treacle and hot perfume in jets of Bengali lights), do you understand that?’
‘How I understand that.’
‘OK. I’ll try again, (for light doth seize my brain with frantic), do you understand that?’
‘You know I not understand.’
‘Well the first is Aldous Huxley describing a sound, and how many sounds do you hear that taste of treacle, smell of perfume and have a colour?’
‘I know no sound that do that.’
‘I do, I can smell, taste and see sounds, I can see music.’
‘You fucking can’t see music?’
‘I can, I also see words and letters, I also have a problem with taste. I’ll taste something and the taste is completely different to the thing I’m tasting sometimes, and smells can be different to, which on its own isn’t a problem.’
‘So what you see when me speak?’
‘I can taste honey, smell cinnamon, and I can see the colours pink and blue.’
‘That nice thing to see.’
‘But there’s a problem, with my luck I’ve got clinical depression, and if you mix the two together you’ve got a lethal cocktail. You see I get hallucinations, very bad one’s, pseudohallucinations to be correct, I know they're not real, they only last a couple of seconds, it’s similar to a very quick blackout, if you drop a glass on the floor, I can see it smash to pieces in slow motion, my mind can make the action of the glass smashing last for five minutes even though it lasted seconds, my hallucinations last a lot longer to me, but in reality time only a few seconds. Like William Blake said, (for light doth seize my brain with frantic). I read a lot.
‘What you fucking mean? Who are fucking people you talk about, what bad thing you see?’
‘You want to know what bad things I see?’
‘Yeah. What bad things you see, what bad things you see when look at me?’
‘I’m looking at your cheek, I see two miniature ice skater's, they're skating around your cheek with their hands behind their backs leaving fine lines where ever they go, these lines are rainbow colours, they're making their way to the centre of your cheek, they start to go into a tailspin, going faster and faster until they make a small hole, they slip through, I’m looking at the hole, and then I bite a chunk out of that lovely cheek to make the hole larger, I spit the flesh out and look at the jagged edge of the hole, I stick my penis into the hole and watch as the wound heals around it, I’ve become part of you, I start to pull my penis out but it’s stuck, I pull a bit harder, your cheek's at full stretch, I jerk back hard, your cheek and part of your nose come away from your face, I’m lying back on the bed with your cheek and part of your nose skewered on my penis with rainbow coloured blood dripping on my stomach and pubic hair.’
‘You fucking crazy.’
‘You're telling me.’
‘Why not see doctor, take drugs?’
'What’s a psychiatrist going to tell me, and as for the drugs for depression, Ludionil, Lexapro, Luvox, you fucking name it, I’ve fucking tried it, you see I’ve got no control over my hallucinations and they’re getting stronger. So I thought I’d come here for my last hooray and put myself out of my misery and enter into eternal peace.'
‘When sleep you not see nothing?’
‘Again I can’t escape, I have the same dream every night.’
‘What dream that?’
‘It’s a hot English summers day, I’m on the edge of a golden coloured cornfield, I look across and I can see a bright red barn with a blue roof, the sky’s an electric blue with no clouds in sight, there’s no sound, no birds singing, no wind rustling just the sound of a monotonous hum, I’m alone just me on the planet, I run through the cornfield and reach the barn, in front of me is a large barn door, I know there’s something on the other side but I can never open the barn door, and the dream ends.’
‘You dream every night this?’
‘Every night.’
‘Maybe you open door and not crazy man?’
‘Maybe.’
‘Me want to die to, me have good reason, I loose child, not crazy like you.’
‘You can have more children?’
‘Why I want more, not replace daughter.’
‘Why didn’t you just stay in England? You would have been better off there.’
‘Same, same, fuck man there I don’t like, fuck man here I don’t like, I only stay in England to send money home for daughter.’
‘Who killed your daughter?’
‘Her father.’
‘What do you mean her father killed her?’
‘He very bad man, he hate children, when I having baby I leave him, I know he kill baby.’
‘Why marry him?’
‘Family make me, he have good job, he policeman.’
‘Is he in jail?’
‘No policeman in Thailand go jail.’
‘Why hasn’t he killed you?’
‘He love me, he only hate children, he very, very bad man.’
‘I expected to do this on my own, not with someone else.’
‘Before I happy person, walk down street, the lights, the smells, the people, I always talk to people, me smile all time, now just dead woman walking, feel like stone thrown off cliff never hitting water.’
‘Yeah. But to die with me? You’ve just met me.’
‘Why not, I think of dying long time, it warm bed, we drink whiskey, you fuck me one more time, then we die, and I meet Buddha and see daughter, me want to.’
‘Well I’m going to, but if you want to walk away at any time you promise me you will?’
‘I promise, you see I never cry since daughter killed, me never get over it. So how we do it? Me not like pain.’
‘There’ll be no pain, I’ve worked it all out in England. I’ve got three types of crazy stuff, skunk weed, ketamine, cocaine and thirty paracetamols, plus a ready made noose just in case, but I’ve got enough here to kill an elephant.’
Dan got off the bed and went to his holdall, he unzipped the side pocket and pulled out four small blue plastic containers, he placed them in a neat row on top of the fridge, he went back to his holdall, unzipped the top and pulled out the coiled noose, a CD player and two small speakers, he put the coiled noose in the fridge, placed the CD player behind the blue pots with the speakers either side and plugged it into the mains with the adapter, then jumped back on the bed picking up the box of condoms off the floor on his way, he chucked them at Thip, he looked her in the eyes, he felt excited and exhilarated at the same time.
‘You see little skating man on face?’
‘No, I see two black pools and there’s two of me in miniature diving off your eye lids.’
Dan felt the warmth of the black pools surround his entire body as he went deeper and deeper, he seemed to go for an eternity, even though his hallucinations lasted for a few seconds, he went further and further until he reached bottom, he hit the soft floor and saw the mirror image of himself, he beckoned the image over, his other self obeyed, when his other self was close enough he bit straight into his jugular vein, he tore away at the soft flesh, the blood swirled around his face like a shark in frenzy attack, he stuck his tongue into the wound, he wanted to taste the oesophagus, his tongue started to grow slipping down his other half’s throat, the taste was salty, tinny and sweet, the stickiness unnerved him, he let go and went for the ear, he took it off with one clean bite, he bit into the side of his other half’s neck leaving a gaping wound, he put his hands around the side of the head and ripped it off, he watched as it floated to the bottom leaving a plume of rainbow coloured blood behind it.
‘You want to fuck me again?’ Thip said.
‘No, no not at the moment.’
‘What in four pots?’
‘All the drugs they’re in order for maximum effect, the last one’s got the paracetamols in, and I’ll run a bath for us both to get into, then we can take fifteen tablets each, that will do the trick a nice and easy way to go.’
‘That sound good, what with music?’
‘William Blake invented rock and roll, where Aldous Huxley got the inspiration to write the Doors of Perception, in which Jim Morrison got his inspiration for the Doors, who inspired any band worth listening to today.’
‘You talk shit! I wish I never ask, so what with music?’
‘The End by the Doors, it’s fitting, he died in a bath tub and so do I.’
‘Was he crazy man like you?’
‘No, he was fucking sane compared to me.’
Dan went to his holdall, reached in and took out a packet of Benson and Hedges, some cigarette papers and a lighter, he picked up the blue plastic pot of skunk weed and sat on the edge of the bed. He took three papers out of the packet and stuck them together, he took a cigarette out of the Benson and Hedges packet, licked the length of it and prised it open with his thumb nail, he put the tobacco into the paper envelope, he unscrewed the blue plastic pot and sprinkled the contents over the tobacco, he rolled it into a joint, ripped off a square of paper from the cigarette packet, made it into a roach and put it in the end of the joint.
‘Get some more whiskey?’ Thip said.
Dan got off the bed, got another half bottle of Mekong whiskey out of the fridge, he jumped back on the bed, gave the bottle to Thip, she broke the paper seal, unscrewed it and poured two glasses. Dan put the joint into his mouth, lit it and inhaled deeply, he filled his lungs with the musk mixture letting it swirl around as he held his breath, the potent mix hit his blood stream travelling on its host of white corpuscles, he exhaled the funnel of smoke plume, which started to find its way to years of unseen corners of the room, the first wave of corpuscles reached his penis going along its length like a quick sun shadow, the tingling sensation gave him an instant erection, the wave carried on to his kneecaps and injected them with euphoria making them numb, they carried along with their journey to his toes and made all twelve of them tingle like a automatic piano.
‘Here you go, try some of this.’ Dan said.
Thip handed Dan a glass of whiskey and took two drags on the joint.
‘If drugs don’t kill us, where hang noose?’
Dan took a swig of whiskey, he looked across to Thip, her eyes glazed like a dead five day old fish.
'You see the fan above the bed, I’m just going to tie it to that, stand on my holdall and just kick it away, easy.'
Thip handed Dan the joint back and he took another long drag.
‘Do you want to fuck me again before we take rest of drugs?’ Thip said.
Dan blew the smoke out in a long slow deliberate fashion.
‘Is there anything else you would like to do before we die?’
Thip pondered the question, but couldn’t really think of anything.
‘Nothing, let’s just take drugs and get over with.’
Dan thought about Thip’s answer with the weed flowing through his body, he thought what would he like to do before he entered into this dual suicide pact, (a cocaine fuelled sex orgy would be fucking wonderful), he thought to himself.
‘I’ve never had sex with two girls at the same time.’ Dan said.
‘You want to fuck me and girl at same time? What’s in it for me?’
‘You don’t like girls?’
‘No, you like boy?’
‘No, so that’s a no then?’
Thip thought about Dan’s dying wish.
‘OK.There one thing I like try, I never have sex with lady boy.’
Dan looked at Thip and took another drag on the joint.
‘I don’t want any sex with a lady boy.’
‘No, lady for you, lady boy for me.’
Dan thought about the situation, (Thip getting fucked by someone with tits and him getting fucked at the same time).
‘Yeah. Let’s do it, you’re a long time dead, well not in our case, but let’s do it.’
‘Let me make phone call, I can have best two looking people in Pattaya here in thirty minutes.’
Thip lent out of the bed and reached for her mobile, she pushed herself back in and lent against the headboard, pulled her knee’s up towards her chin and dialled the necessary phone calls.
'I’m going for a piss.' Dan said.
He took another drag on the joint, tossed it into the half glass of whiskey, it hissed and spat as it went in, he got out of bed and went to the bathroom, he lifted the toilet seat up and started to urinate, he could here Thip in the background making her demands, it sounded like music with those high pitch tones. The sound evoked the taste, smell and colour of a half bitten Turkish Delight to Dan’s senses. Dan looked down at the toilet bowl as the water frothed up, his eyes followed the trail of urine to the end of his penis, the thickly coloured yellow urine turned to all the colours of the rainbow. Dan smiled to himself, (I’m pissing a rainbow), he thought. Then a head started to slowly rise out of the pan of water, it reminded Dan of a clowns head, but this head looked gothic, it reminded Dan of a clowns head he had chucked balls at as a child, specifically in its mouth to win that tawdry prize, he had a feeling of being alone, fear swept through him, he felt cornered, trapped in a gothic fairground being hunted down by the night occupants, the head rose mechanically and methodically, its face was heavy in makeup, it had long dyed jet black hair. Dan carried on urinating his rainbow, over its face as it rose out of the pan of water, it opened its mouth and Dan’s urine started to fill it, it stopped opposite his penis.
‘Do you want a lady?’ It said in a low gravel voice.
Dan decided to add coulrophobia to his long list of phobia’s which ranged from ants to rainbows. Dan carried on urinating his rainbow which was splashing rainbow colours over its face and mouth. Dan thought, (it’s a fucking lady boy). Then the lady boy bent forward and bit his penis off with one slow chomp, blood spurted over its face and gushed down Dan’s legs, the head started to descend at the same speed it rose, half of Dan’s penis was hanging out the side of its mouth, it started to reveal more of the white porcelain spattered with red crimson blood and dripping rainbow urine, it looked like a Pollock masterpiece, it carried on descending until you could just see the top of its jet black hair with its red crimson blood moat surrounding it and it was gone. Dan looked down into the toilet, it looked like someone had vomited rainbow and red blood all over it. Dan thought, (Jesus fucking Christ).
He heard a voice in the back ground.
‘You alright in there?’ Thip shouted over.
‘Yeah. Just a minute, just washing my hands.’
Dan turned the tap on and let the cold water wash the sweat off his hands, he put some of the water on his face, looked at himself in the mirror and thought to himself, (I’ll be glad when this is all over), he walked into the bedroom, picked up a blue plastic container and led on the bed next to Thip.
‘I make phone calls, they here in thirty minutes, they very pretty, I see lady boy around town and girl twenty one years.’
‘Lie on your back and open your legs?’ Dan said with authority due to the last hallucination.
Thip did, her belligerence had been exchanged for empathy and Dan sprinkled the white powder along Thip’s train track of pubic hair, the black hair highlighted the white powder, he got to the clitoris and tapped the pot two times, he got in-between Thip’s legs and pushed them further apart, he put his head down and put the tip of his tongue in her vagina, the taste was slightly acrid, he could taste the latex of the condom with a hint of urine, he pushed his tongue in deeper, Thip’s hot vagina membrane fought back, the fight did not last long and her vagina was soon at the base of his tongue, he snorted the cocaine off her clitoris, he pulled his tongue out and snorted the cocaine up from her pubic hair, he knelt on the bed and looked down at Thip. The cocaine was electrifying, the hairs on the back of his neck pricked up and his heart pumped as if it was going to come out of his chest, his blood pumped around his body hitting every corner with euphoria.
‘Your turn now, I’ll put a line of it along my cock and you can snort it off that.’
‘It not fucking long enough.’
‘Oh right, thanks a lot. I’ll put it from my belly button, along my cock and you can snort it off that. Is that long enough?’
‘Just about.’
Dan lent down out the bed and pulled out a thousand Baht note out of his wallet, he rolled it into a cylinder shape.
‘What you doing?’ Thip said.
‘For you to snort the coke through.’
‘You not snort coke over my King’s head.’
‘Why the fuck not?’
‘You not, you get own money and snort over your Queen’s head.’
‘For fucks sake.’
Dan went over to his holdall, got a twenty pound note out and rolled it into a cylinder.
‘You happy now? Sprinkle the coke along my belly and cock and give it a go.’ Dan said as he lay on his back.
Thip went down on Dan, put his penis into her mouth, she sucked hard, her head bobbed up and down five times, Dan got an erection, she released his penis from her mouth, it slapped hard against his stomach, she put her index finger on the tip of it, pushed it down horizontally to his stomach in-between his legs, with her other hand she sprinkled the coke along his belly and still hard penis, she passed Dan the pot, he gave her the twenty pound note, she put the note to her nose and started to snort from his belly button and along his hard penis, when she reached the end she let his penis go and it hit his belly with a clack.
‘Steady on, fuck me.’
‘No, you fuck me.’
Thip straddled Dan, she put his penis straight into her vagina.
‘What about a condom?’
‘Fuck condom, we dead soon.’
Thip started to grind down on Dan using her knee’s and feet as propulsion, she looked up at the ceiling arching her back, the cocaine was taking effect and Dan felt her come.
There was a knock on the door, Thip quickly got off of Dan and opened the door, in walked the hired help. Thip immediately took the lady boy by the hand, led him to the bed, she was all over him, kissing and pulling at his clothes. Dan looked at the young girl in front of him, she was very pretty, she was dressed all in black and had a white quilted purse, she seemed shy, Dan beckoned her over, she smiled and led next to Dan, he felt vulnerable with her fully clothed and him naked, he began kissing her, she removed her black t-shirt revealing a pink bra, Dan unclipped it, her perfect breasts were released, he started sucking on her left breast, then he moved onto her right one, his tongue circling her nipple. Dan went back up to kiss her, she sucked on his tongue masturbating him at the same time, she pushed down on his shoulder, Dan led on his back, she moved her head down towards his penis and applied oral sex, her head bobbed up and down in an expert fashion as she put the whole length of his penis into her mouth, (she’s not as shy as she looks), Dan thought to himself, he looked over at Thip, she was sucking on the lady boys breasts, she was knelt down and had her arse facing Dan, the lady boy had his hand in-between Thip’s legs and two fingers inserted inside her, he was rapidly moving them in and out. Dan was getting turned on by this, he inserted one of his fingers and got in the same rhythm as the lady boy, Thip moaned and came again, Dan also felt himself coming, he tried to think of different things but the girl was an absolute expert, he buried his finger deep inside Thip as she moved her hand up the lady boys skirt, she started to massage his testicles. Dan came in the girls mouth, she carried on sucking until his penis was lifeless, then she moved up to give Dan a kiss.
‘Stop right there! Open your mouth?’
‘Slorry?’
‘Open mouth?’
Thip shouted over and translated, the girl opened her mouth, it was empty, he started kissing her and moved his hand up her skirt, he could feel the warm soft inside of her thigh.
‘YOU FUCKING BITCH.’ Dan shouted, and pushed the girl off the bed, she landed on the floor with a bump.
‘I thought you not like boys?’ Thip said laughing.
‘You fucking bitch, d’ you think that’s fucking funny, why did you order two lady boys for?’
‘I not, mine's girl.’
‘D' you expect me to believe that?’
‘I show you.’
Thip straddled the submissive girl, pulled down her skirt and knickers at the same time and threw the items onto the carpet.
‘You see, it girl.’
‘Well fucking send her over here?’
Thip said something to the girl, she joined Dan, then she said something to the lady boy who got off the floor, took his skirt and knickers off and joined Thip. The girl put Dan’s penis into her mouth and got it back to an erection, she slipped a condom on, straddled him putting his penis inside herself and slowly eased herself down. Dan looked over at Thip, she was sat on the edge of the bed sucking on the lady boys penis, who was stood up, she got him to an erection and put a condom on him, she turned around, knelt on all fours while the lady boy penetrated her from behind and started copulation. Dan was quite unnerved by the situation due to the fact what had just happened and the lady boys penis was longer than his, he brought his glance around and looked up towards the girl, her long black cascading hair was tossing back and forth exposing her firm gravity defying breasts as she got into her rhythm.
‘You like my cunt?’ The girl said.
‘Oh yes, very much.’
Dan looked back over at Thip who was biting her pillow and moaning, he looked towards the lady boy who was staring directly at him while he roughly fucked Thip.
‘Why’s he fucking staring at me?’ Dan said.
‘What, what you say?’
‘Why’s he staring at me?’
‘He not like me, he like man, when he fucking me, he think he fucking you.’
‘Well that’s just fucking great isn’t it.’
‘You not mind when he suck your dick.’ Thip said laughing.
The lady boy carried on staring at Dan as he fucked Thip. Dan put his hands on either side of the girls hips encouraging her to go faster, which she obliged, he watched as a small bead of sweat dripped from her forehead hitting Dan in the chest, it burnt through like a drop of sulphuric acid leaving a rainbow coloured smoke plume, he felt it drip into his heart. Dan came and the girl carried on grinding until he lost his erection, she realised Dan had finished, got off of him, gave him a kiss and led on the bed next to him. Dan looked over at Thip, the lady boy was trying his hardest and still smiling at Dan, his face started to contort.
'He looks like a stunned Mullet.' Dan said.
'What Mullet?' Thip said.
'An ugly looking fucking fish.'
'Me like fish.' The lady boy said, groaned and came into the condom inside Thip, he withdrew his penis, pulled the condom off, tied the end into a knot, he went over to Dan, pulled his condom off and tied that into a knot to, and popped them both into his white quilted purse, (he collects used condoms, I suppose everyone’s got to have a hobby), Dan thought to himself. Thip turned over and led on her back.
‘Pay them.’ Thip said.
Dan reached down to his wallet which was by the side of the bed and got out five thousand Baht, they eagerly took half each, put their hands together, nodded and thanked Dan. They quickly got dressed and left the room as quickly as they came in.
‘It’s time, run the bath.’ Dan said.
Thip did as she was told. Dan went to the fridge and took the blue plastic pot of ketamine off the top of it, he jumped back on the bed, made a space in-between the two pillows and tapped two fine lines of ketamine, he picked the twenty pound note off the floor and rolled it into a cylinder shape, he looked over towards the bathroom, steam was pouring out the doorway.
'I don’t want to fucking burn to death.' Dan shouted over.
‘I nearly finish.’
She came back into the room and led next to Dan. He put the twenty pound note to his nose and snorted up a line of ketamine, he passed the note to Thip, she did the same, they both led on their backs and entered the k-hole experience. Dan felt himself leave his body, he looked down at himself and Thip as he softly bounced around the ceiling, like a helium balloon, he had no control over his movements as he viewed different parts of the room in his euphoric bounce, he thought, (is this how it feels when you die), he must of bounced around for a good twenty minutes before he re-entered his body. He looked towards Thip.
‘I just met Buddha.’ She said.
‘You ready?’
‘I ready.’
Dan got off the bed and picked up the pot of paracetamols and pressed play on the CD player, the Doors This is the End hit the airwaves, he went to the bathroom and slipped into the bath, he sat there and took one of the pills, he took another while staring at the bath taps, (Thip’s not joining me, she must of changed her mind), he thought to himself, then she entered the room, slipped into the bath and sat in-between Dan’s legs with her back facing him, he got an instant erection.
‘You glad to see me? Give me pills.’
Dan gave her a pill, she swallowed it and he gave her another one.
‘Give me pills.’
Dan did, she put them all in her mouth, scooped up some hot bath water and swallowed the whole contents, Dan decided to do the same, he put his arm around her just below her breasts, the water was warm and he felt good, the music blared out in the background, (I look into your eyes again), Jim Morrison’s mournful voice echoed through the room. Thip led her head against Dan’s chest and he closed his eyes.
An image of hundreds of pieces of broken mirror, all in different colours and sizes similar to a kaleidoscope filled Dan’s mind, the pieces started to form a picture as they fussed together, it was the red barn with the blue roof, he could feel the heat of a summers day, the silence apart from the monotonous hum, he could feel the corn ears brush against his cheeks as he ran through the yellow cornfield, the fear of isolation gripped his soul as he reached the end of the cornfield, he stared at the large barn door in front of him, he reached up to the slightly rusting door latch, his finger tips brushed against the cold metal, then bang everything went pitch black, like a security shutter being violently brought down on a shop doorway, blackness, just nothing.
Dan felt cold, he felt very cold, he thought, (death must be cold, the bodies dead and doesn’t produce any heat, he must be dead, but he could still hear himself breathing, do you breath in the afterlife, who would know, I suppose you could, but what was that fucking smell, that high pitch, eye watering smell, the smell of vomit, does heaven or hell smell of vomit). Dan opened his eyes, he looked down at his chest, it was covered, the whole bath was covered in floating vomit, the water was freezing cold and where the hell was Thip. He heard a thud from the bedroom, quickly got out the bath and entered into the bedroom. He was greeted with the sight of Thip hanging from the fan above the bed, her two feet three inches off the ground, she had used the noose from the fridge, he instinctively jumped on the bed, put his arms around Thip’s waist and lifted her up.
‘Let me die?’ She cried.
‘I can’t Thip, I can’t watch anyone else die, we failed, it just wasn’t to be.’
Thip struggled as Dan held her up, but she knew it was no use, he may have been skinny, but he was strong.
‘I want death, give me death? I need to get rid of pain inside me.’
‘No Thip, we tried and failed, it’s not going to happen, not today.’
‘Give me pain, fuck my ass?’
Dan felt her soft warm arse cheeks against his penis, he was freezing and she was warm, he was soon erect, he held Thip up with his left arm, parted her arse cheeks with his right hand and penetrated her anus, she seized up rigid as he forced the whole length of his penis into her anus, she loosened up when he got into full copulation, Thip was crying while he fucked her anus. Dan found it very awkward holding her up and slipped and fell on the bed, leaving Thip choking as the noose tightened around her neck, he quickly got up, lifted her off the ground and penetrated her vagina, for some reason the noose around her neck started to turn him on and he came inside of Thip, he slipped again, the awkward position was getting the better of him, his head smashed against the headboard and his elbow hit the fan switch, he watched as Thip started to spin around.
‘For fuck sake.’ Dan said to himself as Thip was on her fifth resolution with the rope gripping her neck, he quickly got up and pulled on the rope, he pulled as hard as he could, the fan and socket came away from the ceiling, they both landed in a heap on the bed, the fan bounced off the bed onto the floor, plaster and mortar cascaded down on both of them, the dust got into the back of their throats and made them cough. Dan quickly untied the noose and held Thip in his arms, she was sobbing uncontrollably, he did the same, they just led there holding each other.
Polly And Molly’s Lips
Dan sat on a chair blindfolded in a darkened room with his hands tied behind his back, he felt cold due to the fact he was naked apart from a pair of baggy white underpants, his ears strained for any sound, he felt a warm breath by his right ear and the cold sharp edge of a blade pushed against his jugular vein, just hard enough not to break the skin.
‘Piss yourself.’ A woman’s voice said in a thick Geordie accent.
Dan obeyed. He felt his hot urine seep through his baggy white underpants and exit through the side of them making a small puddle in-between his thighs, the hot urine warmed his legs and the feeling felt good. The woman removed the knife from his throat and slipped it into the left side of his underpants. Dan felt the cold flat side of the steel blade against his thigh. She rotated the blade away from Dan’s thigh and cut straight through the side of the baggy white underpants, she removed the knife and did exactly the same on the other side. She pulled the flap down in the middle of Dan’s thighs which was stuck to him due to the urine exposing his genitals.
‘You’ve been a fucking bastard to me.’ She said in her thick Geordie accent, placing the tip of the blade against his left testicle, Dan could feel the needle edge push against his scrotum.
‘It was all a big mistake, a moment of weakness.’ Dan pleaded.
‘I’m gonna cut your balls off, then your cock and slowly feed them to you.’
‘Please just give me one more chance?’ Dan pleaded.
The woman moved the knife to Dan’s limp penis and lifted it up with the flat end of the blade. She knelt down and fed it into her mouth, she threw the knife into the floor which went through the carpet and stuck into the wooden floor beam. She applied oral sex frantically and got Dan to an erection. Dan worried about all the urine as she used her tongue on his penis, she stood up, stood astride Dan’s legs and hitched her short silver sequin dress up, pulled her knickers to one side, lowered herself down and inserted Dan’s erect penis inside herself, she got into a fast rhythm using the height advantage of her high black stilettos to great effect, Dan could feel the sequins of the short dress dig into the top of his thighs as she increased the speed of her rhythm, she put her hand around the back of Dan’s head and pulled it towards her mouth and put her tongue deep into his mouth. Dan came.
‘You come already baby?’ She said.
‘Sorry.’
‘D’ you want me to keep it inside me until you get another erection or do you want me to go down on you again?’
‘My legs and arms are cramping up.’
‘Cramping up? Most men would put up with the fucking pain.’
The woman stood up, released Dan’s penis and pulled her knickers to one side, he felt his warm semen drip out of her onto his penis and testicles as she purposely dispatched his sperm.
Joanne switched their bedroom light on, took Dan’s blindfold off and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. She was a stunning woman, six foot one, forty inch legs, auburn blond hair and large ice blue eyes. Dan knew he was a lucky man.
‘So me dressing up like this isn’t doing it for you anymore?’ She said stood there with her black stilettos, silver sequin short dress, hair and face fully made up for the occasion.
‘Of course it does, you're absolutely gorgeous, but look at me in these piss soaked pants on with my hands tied behind my back.’
‘But you like the Cheryl and Ashley role playing.’
‘I know. But my legs and arms.’
‘I’ll tell you what Dan let’s forget it and go to bed, it’s two o’ clock in the morning anyway.’
Joanne unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor, she stood out of it, kicked her black stilettos off and stood there in her pink lace bra and knickers. She walked over to Dan, untied his hands and slipped into their king size bed. Dan wiped the sperm off his penis and testicles with the middle flap of the urine soaked baggy white underpants, got off the chair leaving his underpants on the chair stuck there because of the urine, he switched the light off and jumped in the bed next to Joanne and put his arm across her soft stomach.
Dan awoke. The daylight from the crack in the bedroom curtains had done its job, Joanne was still fast asleep, he wasn’t one for lying in bed he got bored easily, he gently got out of bed being careful not to disturb Joanne, he put his dressing gown on and could still smell the faint smell of urine plus Joanne’s perfume. He went downstairs and put the kettle on, it was a Saturday morning and a nice day off from his boring accountancy work. Him and Joanne were both accountants but worked for different firms.
Tucker his dog came bounding up to him.
‘Hello boy been dreaming about chasing young bitches? I’ll take you for a walk this afternoon to see if we can find some.’ Dan said grabbing the dog around his mouth and play fighting with him.
Tucker was a full bloodied Australian Dingo.
After Dan and Thip’s disaster in Pattaya, Dan got a plane to Sydney the next day. He had a twelve month student visa in his passport just in case the Thailand plan didn’t work out. He loved Australia, to him the whole country lit up like a Christmas tree, not like England, old, cold, chewed up and spat out. But he soon got tired of the Sydney life and headed for the outback and got a job as a Jackaroo on a farm, that’s where he met Tucker, he was out one day on his horse and came across a four week old abandoned Dingo pup by a barbed wire fence. It was common place on outback farms to have Dingo pups as pets as long as you got them before they were six weeks old, they made good companions. Dan and Tucker formed a deep bond, he called him Tucker because he would eat anything, fruit, insects, meat, rotting or fresh. Tucker would never leave Dan’s side day or night and Dan found some form of solace with his pet. That’s when he decided to do something about his condition, he went back to Sydney and made contact with a psychiatrist called Dr Bruce Ramsay who diagnosed him with Lexical-gustatory Synesthesia, the ability to taste, smell and see sounds. The sound of words, letters and music triggered tastes and smells mainly from his childhood past, refreshers, aniseed balls, black jacks, violets often entered his senses, but there was one he feared the most and that was rainbow dust, if he saw it in the shops or his mother bought it for him he would just freak out when he was a child, it was a happy day for Dan when it was discontinued, he also saw various colours when certain sounds were heard. He told Bruce about the violent hallucinations and recurring dream, Bruce put him under hypnosis, when Dan awoke from the trance he was covered in blood, the blood had seeped from his ears, nose and mouth. Bruce explained to him that when he tried to get him to open the barn door he started to convulse and the blood started to appear, he said it must have been a traumatic experience he couldn’t or wouldn’t remember, and not to have hypnosis again. Bruce had a silver metal box made with two twelve volt batteries inside with a button on top which gave Dan a twenty four volt electric shock, which he used on himself when a hallucination appeared, it worked, the hallucination was gone as soon as he had the shock and he also gave him Symbyax for his depression which was a lot more effective than the other drugs he had tried. Dan was happy with the treatment and felt strong enough to return to England when his visa ran out. When that day arrived, it was a day Dan was dreading, leaving Tucker was heart breaking for him, but he had no choice. He didn’t say goodbye to Tucker it was just too painful, he just got on a plane to England.
Two weeks later he had a phone call from the farm that Tucker was dying because he just wouldn’t eat, so a letter from an Australian vet and a hundred bits of paperwork to the British government, Tucker was in quarantine in the UK with Dan visiting every day until his six months were up and Tucker moved in with Dan in his one bed semi in Chegwell.
The intercom went on the front door, Tucker ran up to it and started barking.
‘Is that fucking dog under control?’ The postman said as he shoved Dan’s mail through the letter box.
Tucker hated the postman, he had bit him several times, but being an endangered species, well in England anyway there was no put down clause so he could basically do what he liked. Tucker eagerly picked the mail up in his powerful jaws and ran up to Dan and gave it to him.
‘Good boy, good boy.’
Dan looked through the mail, bill, bill, then he got to a blue envelope with a Thai stamp and post mark on it, Dan opened the envelope, took out the letter inside and started to read.
(When read this letter I be dead, I have lump in brain, when you leave Thailand Dan I find I having baby, two babies, they beautiful girls Dan, I love very much, they very intelligent, they love football and music, I send them good school. When you leave Thailand it very difficult for me, I have babies but no money, I beg on street with babies until they two, we hungry many times, then one day English man feel sorry for me and give me money to start bar in Thailand, I make good money, many ex-pats and tourists go there, girls speak good English they learn off me and ex-pats, they very fit and healthy, they go kick boxing school every day after school. I find where you live on facebook. Their names is Molly and Polly, they lovely Dan, I love them so much, you will love them to and they will love you. I get passport for them with one year visa, they at Pattaya Mara Para orphanage, there is telephone number on back of letter for you to contact them and I stick two pieces of their hair on back of letter for you to test, but they yours Dan, please, please take care of them Dan, love you always crazy man, Thip).