“I happy, have you,” she responded, by unzipping his combat khakis and caressing him.
She was excited and enthusiastic and he was hard and horny, which was a perfect recipe for an afternoon of creative lust. Afterwards Nok gave a drained Vince back his credit card and ATM receipts totalling 25,000 baht, without any explanation as to what she spent the money upon.
Vince was both surprised and not surprised. Thai girls, in his experience, had a one-track mind. Money. For family, for mother, for children and, if any left over, for themselves. Pushing pussy was one exchange commodity for some; would be Nok any different?
“I go to Golden Palace hotel now. Better I go alone. You can meet me back here tonight. We go eat.”
She didn’t say anything, but nodded ok.
The hotel was situated at the end of a side Soi, well out of sight from the noisy Bangkok traffic. That was all it had going for it. It needed a major renovation to bring it up to Grand Palace status. Vince was not going to risk eating there.
However he was greeted by a liveried porter and accompanied to the reception desk. The porter guided him past a large black bucket sat in the lobby. Water from a damp patch on the ceiling was dripping through a rusty crystal chandelier into it. Nobody seemed to care.
At reception, he asked the girl, who was wearing a clean white blouse and blue skirt, whether the two black men were in their room or out.
She shook her head. “Black man check out already.”
She rummaged around. Found what she was looking for. “Yesterday.”
“Do you know where they went?”
“Not know. Not say. Maybe taxi driver know,” she volunteered, smiling.
Vince thought at times it’s like drawing teeth, getting information in Bangkok. He smiled back. “Where is taxi driver?”
She pointed to the phone. “Call number.”
“Where is number?”
“Have you card?”
“Can you show me?”
She poked around the cards on her counter. “Not now have. All go away.”
Vince did not get mad, but this was not getting him anywhere. However, the porter was listening to the conversation and being more helpful pointed to the taxi parked outside, with a ‘We can speak Farang’ sticker on the side window. “Driver take black man.”
Vince looked back at the girl, but she was finished helping him. He tipped the porter and went outside. The driver was asleep. He tapped on the cab window.
The cab driver opened an eye. Saw Vince, sat up.
Vince explained who he was looking for.
The cab driver nodded his head. “Take black man to Landmark, Sukhumvit, Nana. Stingy, no tip.”
“Okay you take me there now, ok? Big tip.”
On the way, the taxi driver practising his English, said, “Where you from?”
Vince, thinking hard about what he was going to do next, was not in much of a mood for giving English lessons.
“Scotland, near England.”
“Manchester United, yes?”
“More Murrayfield,” which confused the driver.
“Not know this team.”
They lapsed into silence for a while. The driver tried again. “You know black man?”
“I have business with them.”
“Very rich man. Stop at Paragon, Siam. Buy many clothes.”
Vince’s first law of coincidences that never are, now rung true. Shit, he thought. He tuned out the cab driver and called Prik Dum. Yes they were the same cowboys. Prik Dum told him the ‘Nigerians’ were occupying suite 507 in the Landmark hotel, compliments of the management.
“Compliments of the management?” queried Vince.
“We have private arrangement,” Prik Dum replied. “Many girl, ‘Huntsman Bar’ Landmark. Police not touch. Everybody happy.”
Except me, thought Vince. Personal matters would have to take a back seat for now.
Elroy and Innocent, now released from custody and living the high life in the Landmark Hotel were more relaxed. Both were wearing designer casual gear and were sunk into their plush armchairs, playing games on their Nokia N97 cell phones.
“Dawg, this King size room is like you could get lost,” said Innocent declining the Black Label and opting for a San Miguel Regular.
Slight exaggeration, thought Elroy who was sampling a Jack Daniels with ice from the mini-bar. Even though there were two bedrooms with King Size beds, both with cable TV and en-suite facilities including a Jacuzzi in one, a spacious living room with a HD surround sound 42” inch plasma TV. The kitchen was big enough to hold a barbecue party for his cousins. “No roaches either.
Elroy felt real good. He called Maria. “Hey baby, why don’t you and Tia come on over,” he said. “We can share a hot beef jerky in the Jacuzzi and that would be a real tasty treat.”
Elroy, wearing a fluffy white cotton Landmark bathrobe, had placed the ’Please do not disturb’ sign on their door handle and was fixing drinks, from the now depleted mini bar.
He had left Tia and Maria, both long dark tresses to their slim waists, in the Jacuzzi with Innocent, playing with the bath bubbles. He’d had a taste of Maria, while Tia gently stroked Innocent’s thick hard rod with her long soapy fingers, nuzzling his earlobe with a new 18 carat gold ring attached. Both were really ‘made in heaven’ women, thought Elroy. Couldn’t wait to get back to Maria who was laying on her back, nipples erect, legs apart in a ‘take me now’ mode.
He jumped when the doorbell rang. Didn’t friggin’ stop. Sounded like someone had leant on it. Annoyed, he looked through the little eyehole, but couldn’t see who it was. Maybe it’s mini-bar replacements, he thought. Big mistake. He opened the door…
Vince took the lift. It glided silently upwards to the sixth floor. Vince got out and walked down the corridor towards the fire exit sign. Then down the stairs to the fifth. Peered around. No-one. Subdued lighting, it was like a carpeted morgue, the heavy-duty pile swallowing up any sound he made as he carefully made his way to 507. Ignoring the polite ‘piss-off’ sign he leant on the bell. Shifted to one side, out of sight.
…Vince was through the door, .38 police special gun in hand pointing at the athletic one. I could end your ass-hole existence right now, he thought, but said instead, “Looks like we’re working together. Keep cool.” He motioned with the gun. “Where’s the other asshole?” But hearing splashing noises in one of the bathrooms, he ushered the athletic asshole towards it.
With the women gone, Vince took great care to keep his .38 in view. The ugly black ape was not best pleased at having his carnal pleasures rudely curtailed, and was clearly itching to take Vince apart.
Vince explained who he was and how he fitted into the plan. More so, that if they wanted to leave the country alive in one piece, they had better do exactly what he said needed doing and no arguments about it. Or, he would quite happily feed them both to the Soi dogs. For the time being he would hold their passports as an act of faith.
Elroy said, “How the hell you get our passports?”
Vince grinned, “Seems like the Chinese as well as the Thai police want us to become acquainted. I could tie up two loose ends for them.”