“I’m happy working here,” I said.
“Would you be happy making twice what you make here and being somewhere that wasn’t as primitive and isolating as this?”
“Making twice as much? Do you have any idea what I make here?”
“I know exactly what you make here, including the bedding fees and the tipping scale in Poipet. It’s nothing compared to what you can make with me.”
“Would I be expected to prescribe drugs?”
“Only to make sure they were safely administered if a client needed monitoring. You’d only be called on as a doctor to help men be safe. On the dancefloor, you’d be the lead dancer, just as here. And we’d make sure that no one in the United States knew where you were or who you were now.”
“You’ve looked into my past?”
“Intimately. And if we can find out what we have about you and where you are now, I’m sure that those in Bangkok or Chicago can do so as well.” He was giving me a pointed look, which wasn’t lost on me. Perhaps if I turned his offer down, he’d let those in Bangkok and Chicago know where I was? I was running entirely too much on edge.
“Can I think about it?” I asked.
“For a couple of days. We leave in two days. I have almost completed filling out the staffing. We’ll fly from Phnom Penh–a private flight, so that if anyone is about to trace you here who you don’t want to find you, you will have fallen off the face of the earth.”
That was good to know. “So, then, are we finished here?” I’d only drunk the first of the three scotch rocks that had been placed before me. But, then, they’d only been put there for signaling and my drinks had been weak versions of the real thing. I didn’t have to finish them just to be polite.
“I’ve paid for the night,” he said.
“I understand that.”
“But it’s not for me. The offer I’m making to you is conditional on just how well you perform–and not just for me.”
“Then who?” I asked.
He didn’t directly answer me. “Have you taken multiple well-endowed men at once, together?” he asked.
I should have known. Reyes and the three bodyguards guided me back upstairs to his suite, and Reyes sat, naked, in a chair, watching and stroking himself off, as his three bodyguards fucked me on the bed–separately in rotation, and in combinations.
I was assured when I hobbled out of the room the next morning that I had performed satisfactorily and the offer of employment at the Waterfront Cebu City Hotel and Casino on the island of Cebu in the Philippines was still good for the next two days.
“There’s another dancer, the dark-haired one, more muscular than you, who dances mostly to your left as viewed from the audience who I’ll offer the position to if you don’t accept,” Reyes said.
That was a major consideration in accepting the offer. There were some saying that Jason was getting to be a better dancer than I was–he was four years younger. I would be crushed if I stayed and he went and the other dancers chose to believe he was the first choice. Playing on my vanity was making me waver in his direction.
* * * *
I spent most of the rest of the day resting. I had been doubled before, but not by two sets of men in the same night. I also didn’t want to think about the offer from Benjie Reyes. There seemed to be something fishy about it that I couldn’t quite grasp, so I didn’t want to think about it at all. I had two days–well, a day and a half–now to mull it. I was quite aware that it came with a threat to tell Dusit Thanat, in Bangkok, at least, about where I was if I didn’t take the offer. And that American spy, Sam Winterberry, had made quite clear to me that Dusit Thanat had meant for me to be killed. Sleeping was a way of avoiding thinking, and the night games had exhausted me, so I slept most of the day away.
I went through the evening of performances on habit and training. At the end of the 11:00 show, one of the hotel concierges came to the dressing room when I was changing–tonight the sequined T-shirt was cobalt blue–and handed me a room key.
“You’ve been engaged for the night,” he said. The wad of tip money that came with the key was quite generous. I sighed at the prospect of another night with Reyes. I’d thought he was going to lay off of me for a day to let give me space to decide on his offer. But when I looked at the room number on the key, it wasn’t the suite he’d been in for the previous two nights. It was a suite, but not his.
And, indeed, it wasn’t his. The room seemed deserted when I entered it, but after a moment, the American spy, Sam Winterberry, walked out of the bathroom. He had a hotel robe hanging loosely from his shoulders. He wasn’t wearing anything else, though. He was as hard-bodied as I’d remembered him to be, and he was in erection.
He tied my wrists together with the sash of the robe, pushing my arms over my head as he pushed me onto my back on the bed. He raised and spread my legs, holding them out with a strong grip under my knees, and he pushed in between my thighs, thrust up inside me, and fucked me brutally.
“That was so we both understood the pecking order here,” he said, when he was finished with me–which made me feel finished in no uncertain terms. Just like that he’d become master and made me slave again.
“I thought you were gone,” I said, as he sat down on the bed beside me and took my cock in his hand. He stroked me as he answered. He’d taken his pleasure–or made his point cruelly, if that’s what he was about. He hadn’t given a thought to bringing me off while he was doing so. He was keeping me in place now but taking me to a climax.
“I was. But our operation wasn’t finished, it seems. You were part of phase one, and performed satisfactorily. I see no reason why you can’t continue with it. We don’t want more to know about this than absolutely necessary.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. I was only half paying attention to what he was saying because of what he was doing. He was giving me an expert hand job, but he was edging me, taking me to the brink and then backing off.
“We didn’t want to just interdict the Chinese arms sales to the Thai insurgents. We wanted to turn their agent, send him back to Shanghai, and use him to keep track of the arms deals–and, hopefully, to control them. It was unfortunate that we lost him at the camp in Surin.”
“Yes, so?”
“They are sending another agent to find out what happened to the first shipment and to Chao. We want to work the same operation on him as we did on Chao here at the casino–using you again.”
Oh, shit. But then I was close to coming. I was panting, not able to think of anything but a good climax. Winterberry edged me again, though. And, more than that, he rolled over toward me, put me on my knees on the bed, my chest and cheek to the sheets, my arms still bound at the wrist and flung over my head, mounted me in a doggie, and took his pleasure on me again. During the fuck this time, I got my wrists untied–I wasn’t secured firmly with the sash–and reached under me and took care of my own climax needs. I don’t think Winterberry even was aware that I had managed to get release myself. He didn’t give a shit whether I did or not–as long as I accepted his control–and his cock.