[Faidenk]

1st Night
After an uneventful fight from Changi T1, our Jetstar A320 landed at Phnom Penh Airport and within 20 minutes we (me and a longtime buddy, VC) were retrieving our bags from the conveyor.

The cab to our hotel costs USD9. (The US dollar is the de facto currency in Cambodia, while the riel is used primarily for small change). There were no forms to fill as we checked ourselves in. The receptionist did all the necessary and we were lead to a spartan room. The aircon is cold enough, the 70 or so TV channels include ChannelNewsasia to HBO, Star Movies. The bathtub is chipped at places and the shower head is positioned at chest level so one have to stoop to wash one’s hair. It is certainly no Shangri-La but then it costs only $12 a night.

A quick washup and we were walking down the street to a local beer garden at the next street. It is a typical beer garden that is patronized predominantly by locals. It has a stage and music is provided by a lone musician on an organ. Singers alternate between a guy singer, and a bevy of hostesses who also sit with customers between stints on stage. I am glad to report the stupid practice of buying garlands had not reach Cambodia’s shore. Quality of these hostesses ranges from downright fugly to long-legged stunners. And yes, they could be had for between $40 to $80 for the night.

Then there are the beer promoters (BG). Even before we were seated, we were swamped by a bevy of girls, each pushing a laminated card with an image of a beer bottle of one side and a Khmer beauty on the other, as if there was a relation between the two. One usually makes his choice of beer on which BG he fancies. Each beer costs $3 with $1 going to the BG. Given that the average wage of a worker is $50 a month, the BG’s make a tidy sum. Having made your choice, the BG will be your company for the evening and can lead to intimacies in your room for $30 to $50 if you are so inclined. It used to be $20 when I was there year and a half ago so it seems inflation has taken its toll.

A much cheaper alternative is a jug of house pour draught which costs only $5, the consumption of which turns one invisible to the BG’s. A JW Red 75cl costs $21, while the 1L costs $25, JW Black %25. Beers at the bars are even cheaper and we leave that for later.

One word about buying ciggies and alcohol at Changi - don’t. Cigarettes are sold here at $1 to %1.25 a packet at street corners. Suffice to say liquor retail prices at reputable supermarkets are cheaper.

Back to the beer garden, we ordered a jug of Angkor beer. We intend to stick to our game plan of stretching our dollars as far as possible but after a while we realized the futility of it all. Attractive girls were eyeing us, in all probabilities with curiosity. Who the fucks would go to a beer garden to enjoy the music? especially a couple of obvious barangs who can’t even speak a word of Khmer to save their lives. VC obviously echoed my sentiments.
In the meantime, a Beck’s BG sat down beside me. Mmmm… nice smile, lips Shu Qi would have been jealous of, high cheek bones which accentuates her smile, deep set eyes which further contributes to her exoticsm. Other than her ghastly makeup, believe me she looks much better than the photo. And she possesses a formidable rack. That alone sucked me in.

Sairuat is 24. For lack of communication, her English consists of not more than 10 words which were punctuated by long pauses as she thinks of the next word, and my non-existence command of Khmer, made it impossible for any meaningful conversation. So we downgraded to the most basic of form of communication, sign language. So in a short time, I knew she like me, I good man with good heart, and that I stay at the hotel down the road. And I conveyed to her I like her, and am excited by her (patting my heart underneath my T equates fast beating heart), and my nose bleeds, and a quick thug of her hand to my crouch. She jerked her hand back as if she touched a hot plate, glared at me for my audacity, then smiled in forgiveness. ‘Don’t do that, too many people around’ she seemed to gesture. OK.

In the meantime, she had asked another BG over. This one looks Vietnamese although she’s as Khmer as salted Toman fish. In time VC warmed up to her. Why he didn’t take her away that night, I didn’t venture to ask. All of us have our own preferences and hang-ups and I don’t make it my business to pry.

I ‘told’ Sairuat I stay at the hotel down the road and that she’s welcome to share my bed. At closing time she gestured for me to wait at the entrance for her. She changed and walked back to the hotel.

I invited her into the bathroom with me but she declined. Disappointed I showered alone. She was wrapped in towel when I came out and we sucked tongues for a while before she showered. I laid naked under the sheets waiting. The bathroom door finally opened and she slipped besides me, still wrapped with the towel.

She shivered and I put my arm around her. She shivered again, wrapped her leg over me, snuggled up real close I can hear her beating heart, and lowered her lips on mine. The love making was sweet and undemanding. The beer must have been too much for me and I couldn’t come. I meant to rest for a while but we drifted off.

It was 4.30 when I got up to pee. My condom was still wrapped over my dick loosely, I discarded it, pissed a long string and got back into bed, facing her. She shifted her body up close again so I was spooning her. My cock twitched, spasmed a little and finally stirred to life. My hand moved to her breast to play with her nipple. She stirred and moaned softly. I had moved my prick between her arse crack and applying pressure there to pleasure myself. Damn, it felt good. I moved my hand down between her legs and found slippery and warm. Her clitoris feels swollen and her thighs spread a little to accommodate my fingers. She shuddered, and got up to suck my nipples.

Women ought to know by now sucking men’s tits does nothing for them. Women’s tits are lined with pleasure nerves so suckling babies gives them pleasure, of sorts. Men’s tits are ornamental. Sucking and licking my tits irritate me sometimes. I pressed her head south, she resisted. I insisted and pressed on. Come on girl, earn your keeps. Finally she took a tentative lick at the shaft, I moaned aloud and arched my back to reward her. Pleased that she pleasured me, she abandoned all hesitation and attacked with gusto, with loud slurps and deep swallows. I rewarded her further.

The pace this time was fast and furious and ended like the last burst of fireworks, then dreamless sleep.

It was 7 when she rolled off my numb arm and went to the bathroom, this time without the towel. She came out and dressed up. Damn, I was hoping for another romp but did not protest. I felt drained.

I took a twenty and a ten and stuffed it into her pocket. Unlike many others, she took it out, looked at it and then me with expectant eyes. I peeled off another 10 and was rewarded with a smile.

She made me promised I look for her again. I gave her a noncommittal grunt and opened the door for her.