Bad Luck Black Money (2 page)

Cha
pter 2

Prince Abdul Naheer, son of King Jaheal Naheer, watched the spoiled, young American waste his father's money on whores and not even spectacularly, pretty ones. Mere hours before, those women of ill repute were screwing their boyfriends or the previous night's customers, and the stupid American was panting like a dog for their sloppy seconds.... How was it possible that a country full of such degenerates could oppress the entire world?

On the table before him sat a bottle of three hundred dollar champagne, which had been opened and poured into two, long, slim glasses. His glass was untouched and would remain so. The other glass was half empty, and its drinker was in the bathroom powdering her nose, or more likely, bragging to less attractive ladies about her higher status on the social ladder above them.

Although the charade, in which he was about to participate, sickened him, it was necessary for 'the cause'. Prince Abdul picked up his glass and sauntered over to a seat beside Junior and asked, "Is this seat taken?"

"No, help yourself," said Junior barely glancing at his new neighbor then back to the naked ladies.

"I bet you don't see anything like this back in New York, huh?"

Junior turned to face the man talking to him and responded, "I'm not from New York.... Do I know you?"

"Ha ha," laughed the Prince. "No, I've never seen you before, but all Americans are either from New York City or Los Angeles."

"You almost got it right," said Junior with a smile on his face. "I'm from Silicon Valley, California. Its nice to meet you."

"Same here, my friend," replied Abdul, who forced himself to shake the offered hand of the germy infidel. "Do you like these girls?"

"Of course, who wouldn't like 'em?"

"They are pleasant," said the Prince as he backed away slightly from a girl who was trying to put her boobies in his face. "But these are 'B' girls at best. Why not try out 'A' grade women?"

Junior was in the middle of asking, "What do you mean?" when he caught first sight of the most beautiful Thai woman that he'd ever seen. And she was walking toward them.

The woman threw her arms around Prince Abdul and asked, "Why did we change seats?"

"Don't be rude, Noi, introduce yourself to my new friend."

She put her hand out and said, "My name is Noi."

Stunned by her beauty, it took a moment for Junior to shake her delicate hand and say, "Nice to meet you, Noi. My name is Junior."

"Look at me scolding Noi when I've never properly introduced myself. My name is Per... Abdul. Call me, Abdul."

"Nice to meet you, Abdul," said Junior as he made the Prince shake his germy hand once again.

"Can we go now?" asked Noi. "I don't like it here."

"Hang on for one moment. Why don't you go sit down and drink some more of that three hundred dollar champagne," huffed Abdul.

"... Fine," whimpered the sulking Noi. She started to go back to their table when she turned, bowed slightly to Junior and said, "Bye-bye, Mister Junior."

"Bye," called out Junior who was having a hard time looking away from her.

"You like her?"

"Oh, I like her a lot!" exclaimed Junior, a little too loudly.

This brought a smile to Prince Abdul. "Then you need to come visit my club.

I must admit to having ulterior motives in choosing to sit beside you. You were throwing some serious money around, the kind of money that will get you into this city's most prestigious KTV. Do you know what a KTV is?"

"Isn't it, some kind of karaoke bar for Japanese business men?"

"Ah,... not exactly," said Prince Abdul. "Let me give you my card. Club Swish is my KTV, and you will be my guest some night, OK?"

"Absolutely," said Junior as he studied the business card upon which Abdul had hand written, 'special guest', on the back of.

"Oh, a word of caution, Club Swish has a dress code: dress shirt, tie, dress shoes, the whole nine yards. Trust me, it will be worth it."

"How about tomorrow night?" asked Junior.

"Whenever is convenient for you," answered Prince Abdul as he snapped his fingers for Noi to come.

Noi took one last swallow of champagne and obediently went to take Prince Abdul's arm.

"Until next time," said Abdul before he proceeded toward the door.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Junior," said Noi with a little wai in Junior's direction.

"... Uh, yes, see yall tomorrow night at your club," replied Junior as he watched Noi leaving with Abdul.

Junior stared a little too long and a little too hard at the long legs and apple shaped backside of Noi. Several of the dancers got annoyed with the farang looking awestruck at the fully clothed Noi, especially since, they were all wearing their birthday suits and dancing up a sweat.

A bombshell girl with a red dragon tattoo across her chest took offense and reared her leg back to kick Junior in the head, while he was looking away from her. But she was held back by a couple of her sister dancers, who wanted more of his money.

The next evening, Junior put on his best suit and took a limousine to the address printed on Abdul's business card. It was fortuitous that he had held onto the card because Club Swish was so exclusive that it didn't have its name splashed in neon above the doorway, as was the custom of more common clubs.

After the chauffeur opened Junior’s limo door, he walked up to Club Swish's tinted front door, which was blocked by a massive, mountain of a man. The monster looked like he should have been playing the bad guy in a karate death movie. Scowling down at Junior the man didn't speak, he growled.

"Ummm... OK, I'm that is to say... Abdul invited me to come see his club," Junior spoke in a higher octave than usual. "... See, here's the card he gave me."

The bouncer snatched the card from Junior's unsteady hand and turned it over to look on the back. Once he saw Prince Abdul's handwriting, he changed his demeanor instantly and opened the door for Junior. The big, forced smile on his massive face made him look even scarier.

Junior stepped inside the doorway and couldn't see anything until his eyes adjusted to the black lights. Then, out of seemingly nowhere, appeared a tiny, middle-aged, Asian lady wearing a cocktail dress, which glowed.

"May I see your card, please?" she asked.

"What?" responded Junior trying to get his bearings then said before she could repeat herself, "oh, yeah, the business card."

He handed it to the little lady. And she immediately flipped it over and looked on the back.

"Excellent," she said as she waied to him. "You are to be Mr. Abdul's guest tonight. As his guest, your first evening's entertainment is on the house.

Please, follow me," she said and started down a long hallway toward an elevator at the other end.

Junior had to stay right behind her because the only thing he could see clearly was her dress, which seemed to float on its own from time to time as his eyes fought to focus in the ever-present darkness.

The lady punched in a series of numbers longer than an international phone number to get the elevator doors to open. Once they stepped inside the elevator, she had to type even more numbers in another keypad to start the elevator moving.

Sensing unease in her guest she said, "we take extreme security measures to ensure the safety of our guests. We have only the most important and influential men visit us. You are in good company."

"I can see that," said Junior as he really studied the lady standing in front of him for the first time. She was smaller and a little older than who he was used to. But it was worth the trip just to get close to such a pretty, refined woman and smell her perfume. A fragrance, which reminded him of a bottle, he'd bought in Paris for a girlfriend, which set him back three big ones.

The elevator opened, and he was led to a room that was both spacious and opulent. There was a king sized bed in one corner, and a supple, brown, leather sofa that wrapped around a disco dance floor. The room had its own master bathroom, complete with hot tub and shower, and its walls were made of glass so only an illusion of privacy existed.

"Let's sit," ordered the tiny lady as she grabbed Junior's hand and led him to the sofa. Junior sat down first and was surprised when the lady sat on his lap.

"My name is Cookie; I'm the mamasan here. What's your name?"

"It, it’s Junior."

"Well, Mister Junior, is this your first time in a KTV?"

"Ah... yes, yes, it is."

Cookie ran her fingers through Junior's hair, and let her other hand drift dangerously southward toward his slack's zipper area. She didn't say anything for a few minutes, just played, and it almost drove Junior mad with desire.

She wrapped her body around his as close as psychically possible, while still being fully dressed, and whispered in Junior's ear, "Do you want to know how this works?"

Unable to get the word out, Junior just vigorously nodded his head, 'yes'.

Cookie continued whispering in his ear, "You pay for the room by the hour. You pay for the drinks. You pay for the ice. You pay for the food. You pay for the girls' time by the hour or half hour. Each girl costs money. More girls, more money, understand?"

"Ye, ye, yes," Junior managed to whisper in her ear.

"Good," she purred. "Just like drugs, the first time here is free, but just like drugs, this experience is addictive... and expensive.

At the end of the evening, I'm going to give you an itemized list of how much everything will cost on your next visit, so you will know how much money to bring. Or if you prefer, I can set up an account, and you can owe us the money and pay whenever is convenient for you."

"Whoa!" Junior said with such a start that he almost tossed Cookie off of his lap. "I don't ever borrow money. If I can't afford it, I do without. No borrowing, EVER!"

"OK, okay," she said in a voice like one would use to calm a skittish horse. "I'll make a note and put it in your file so that no credit is ever offered to you. Will that make you more relaxed?"

"Absolutely."

"Great, consider it done. If the truth be told, I wish I'd have never gotten into debt. Maybe, I would be a school teacher instead of... well, you know."

"Yes, but then I'd probably never have gotten the pleasure of meeting you. So, it definitely worked out for me," Junior said as he playfully bounced her up and down.

"Oh, no! I've got to watch you. You are a honeybee. If you keep talking sweet to me, then I'll keep you for myself. Just think of all the beautiful, young women, you'll miss out on."

"That's fine by me. I could just sit here with you on my lap, forever."

"I'm going to call you, Honey, because you're so sweet, Mr. Junior. Now, let me bring in the ladies for you to look over."

And with that, she was up and gone, giving Junior time to look around and assess the situation. He noticed flat screen TVs hanging on every wall. "Who would want to watch TV here?" he thought, and then the answer became crystal clear as he spotted some video cameras on tripods near the bed.

"I've got to make sure they take those out," said Junior aloud in the empty room. "I don't plan on becoming a porn star, especially when I'm the one paying for everything."

The whole room was a sensory overload experience. Before he had time to take in half of the room, Cookie returned. She walked in and a dozen of the hottest women that Junior had ever seen followed her and lined up on the translucent, color changing, disco dance floor.

"OK, Honey, time for you to decide, which girls you want to party with. And, NO! You cannot choose me.... At least, not this time." teased Cookie.

Junior's mouth involuntarily dropped open as he slowly scanned each lovely lady from left to right. He was down to the last one when he recognized her. It was Noi. "Wow!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, wait a minute, Honey," said Cookie. "You haven't seen anything yet.... Ladies, its too hot in here for all those clothes."

All the women giggled or playfully hid their faces behind their hands, then started to slowly, sensually disrobe. They stopped when they reached their G-string panties, but the rest of their glory was on full display.

For the first time in his adult life, Junior was happy that women weren't getting fully naked. The room, the lighting, the top shelf perfume, it all was getting too much for his senses, so much so, that he had to take a quick break and look away from the girls, up at the ceiling. Unfortunately, the ceiling was mirrored so that didn't help matters at all.

Being the first class hostess that she was, Cookie took charge of the situation. She gently grabbed Junior's chin and moved his face where he was looking directly into her eyes. "Easy, Honey, take a few deep breaths. Breathe in... and out.… Breathe in... and out.... We don't want you to pass out.

"Oh, now I get it," Cookie laughed. "You want to pass out, so I have to give you CPR. You naughty boy."

It crossed his mind that he hadn't eaten since lunch the day before. Too much anticipation and excitement had upset his stomach.