She Took the Farang in the Alley Behind Soi 6

The bar on Soi 6 was loud and Nok was not performing.

She was twenty-six, trans, in a short black dress and heels that had already done a full shift, and she had clocked the farang at the end of the counter twenty minutes ago. He was forty-one, Australian, sunburnt at the neck, and he had not looked at the other girls the way he looked at her. Straight, he had said, when she sat down. Still looking. She had laughed.

"Straight men still have cocks," she said. "You want to use it or you want to stare."

"I want to use it. On you. If that's a yes."

"It's a yes. Short time. My room or the alley if you are in a hurry. Condom. You don't grab my throat. You can fuck me hard."

"Alley. I don't want to lose the nerve."

She took his wrist and walked him past the toilets, past a cook smoking, into the service alley where the bins were and the light was one bulb. The bass from the bar thumped the wall. Nok faced him, dress already up, no underwear, cock half hard under the hem. He stared.

"Still yes?" she said.

"Still yes."

She turned, braced on the warm brick, and spat on her fingers. He got the condom on with hands that were not steady. She reached back, lined him up, and pushed onto him. The stretch made her swear in Thai. He groaned and held her hips and started to fuck her, short strokes at first, then harder when she told him to.

"Like that. Don't be polite. I can take it."

He fucked her harder. The alley took the sound. Her cock swung under the dress, thickening, and he reached around and stroked it because she put his hand there. Nok came first, spilling over his fingers and the brick, hole clenching on him. He followed, buried, condom full, face in her shoulder, a noise he would not be explaining at the hotel.

They stayed joined a moment. A scooter went past the end of the alley and did not look.

"Short time is over," she said, fixing the dress. "If you want long time, you pay for the room and you fuck me on a bed. Same rules."

"Long time," he said.

She smiled, wiped his hand on his own shirt, and led him back toward the light.

The room was above a pharmacy and smelled of soap and the street.

Nok locked the door, took the notes, and put them in a tin before she looked at him again. The farang's name was Brent. He said it like it might matter. She told him to shower. He did, quick, and came out hard again, which made her smile.

"Long time," she said. "Condom stays on. You can fuck my arse. You can suck my cock if you stop being shy about it. If you want to leave, you leave."

"I want your cock in my mouth. I didn't think I would."

"Then kneel."

He knelt on the tile. Nok lifted the dress. Her cock was thick, flushed, and he took it like a man doing a new thing on purpose. She held his hair and fucked his mouth in short strokes until spit shone on his chin. He looked up. Straight, he had said. His mouth did not care.

"Enough. On the bed. I want you in me."

She rode him facing him, condom on, dress at her waist, her cock slapping his stomach. Brent held her hips and thrust up. She told him harder. He gave it. The bed tapped the wall. Nok stroked herself and came across his chest, then clenched and made him come, the condom warming, his face gone. She climbed off, binned it, and lay beside him with one heel still on.

"You can sleep an hour," she said. "Then you fuck me again or you go. I have a shift."

He slept twenty minutes. She woke him with her mouth on his cock, rolled another condom on with her teeth almost, and put him on his back. She sank down and rode him slow, then mean, and came again with her hand on her own shaft. He came with his hands on her arse, swearing. After, she fixed her lipstick in a mirror spotted with steam.

"Soi 6 tomorrow if you want the alley again," she said. "Room if you want the bed. Don't tell me you are straight while you are hard. It is boring."

"I'll be there," he said.

She kissed his mouth once, practical, and sent him down the stairs into the heat.

Brent came back the next night with more money and less swagger. Nok was at the same stool. She did not smile for the room. She smiled for him, small, and took him straight to the alley because he asked for it.

"Condom. Hard. You stroke me."

He did all three. The brick was warm. She came on his fingers. He came in the condom and bit his own wrist. They went up to the room after, long time, and she made him suck her properly this time, no flinch, until she came in his mouth. He swallowed. She rode him after, dress off, heels on, and talked him through it in English and Thai until he came again, wrecked, grateful.

"You are not straight in this room," she said, lighting a cigarette by the window. "You are a man who likes my cock and my arse. Say it or don't come back."

"I like your cock and your arse."

"Better. Tomorrow the alley first. I want the street to almost see."

He was there. She was already wet. The bulb in the alley flickered and neither of them needed it.

On the third night Brent paid for the room first and the alley second. Nok liked the order. She sucked him in the alley until he was shaking, then took him upstairs and put him on his back. She rode him with the dress off and the heels on, her cock in his fist, and came across his stomach while he came in the condom. After, she let him stay longer than the hour. They ate mango sticky rice from a street cart and he did not call himself straight once. She kissed him at the stair and said the alley was still available if he wanted to be almost caught. He wanted it. She was already planning the bulb and the brick and his hand on her cock.

The alley got riskier and better. Nok took him there with the street audible, fucked him against the brick, and came on his hand while a kitchen door opened and shut. They froze, laughed, and finished upstairs. She made him say what he liked. He said her cock, her arse, the alley, the room. She kissed him once and sent him into the heat with the taste of her still in his mouth.

Nok kept the tin and the alley and the rule about the condom. Brent kept coming back. On the fifth night she fucked him in the alley until a cook coughed at the end of the lane, and they finished in the room, her cock in his mouth, his cock in her, the straight story retired. She sent him down the stairs with mango on his mouth and a time for tomorrow. He was early. She was already deciding which brick.