A Menage A Trois No More
We finished our beer after what I think was ample time spent on the SYT to establish some sort of rapport by Bro XamXam1. I hope in my anxiety to see my 2 darlings over at the Sizzlers I hadn’t shortchanged Bro Xam.
Lina was with a couple of Singaporeans, I believe. Before I even sat, Tiep was on the seat behind me, smiling. I gave her a hug, crotch on her knee. She didn’t flinch this time.
Some more pics of my darlings together
The boss came by the table and I chatted with him. Toyed with him the idea of a Singapore type food court and asked for his opinion. It might work but it’ll cost. Nothing I don’t already know. Some considerations, he added, it must have ample parking, and it has to be big. Half fucked effort gives half fucked results. True.
But he didn’t say I want a piece of the action, so much for confidence, haha. And he offered me a piece of his bar’s real estate to pin up advertisement of my restaurant, FOC, on the toilet wall. ‘There’s where customers go and they like to something to distract themselves from their dicks’. I know I would, and thanked him. For this, I’ll buy the girls an extra round of ladies’ drinks.
See the daggers behind the smiles?
As he walked away, Lina’s guests left and she came over and gave me a passionate hug, a lingering one, as though she hasn’t seen me in, what, 24 hours? I felt a stirring in my loins. Have you had dinner? She whispered in my ear. Yes, but I am hungry for you. Good, I want to keep you hungry. I will have my revenge when you submit to me. I’m going to eat you until you are at the peak, then I’m going to have a cigarette, and I’m going to do this at least 10 times, until you beg me to do it. Hah! she retorted, you’ll be the one begging me. To stop.
Damn, I can’t wait to have her.
Then, the 2 girls chatted away in Khmer, again with me sandwiched in the middle. I wanted to pee, so I broke up the party. When I came back, only Lina was there. We assumed our loin contact position. She told me she might not work in full time anymore, the girls are gossipy and even some of the tuk-tuk and motordop drivers are talking about her and she needed to make more money. So she’ll probably work in a restaurant (I think already interviewed and accepted) where she makes USD80/month and then freelance for ladies drinks at night.
Somewhere in here I slip in to her that I need to select one of them as I don’t feel good two timing them openly, and right now she gets my vote. You enjoy it, she said. OK, OK, I do but that doesn’t mean deep down I do. We laughed it off, but the message gets passed through.
Then I asked her what she would do if she had money. She replied probably open a hair-dressing salon, or a shop selling clothes, but she confessed she hasn’t really gave it much thought because it seems so unattainable. Her answer seems logical, honest even. Short of some dumb smitten customer giving her a lump sum of money, there isn’t any way for her out of this miserable rut.
She’s street-smart, high IQ’d, witty, popular with the customers (how you know? she had demanded), and I’m sure she will do well in her endeavors, but for the present, all I could do is more tips and overpay gladly when she warms my bed.