Free The Deceivers by Harold Robbins Page B

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    Some faithful Buddhists went further and believed that being a ladyboy was the result of wrongdoing in a past life, thus the person was not responsible for his present sexual preference. Either way, there was a great deal of tolerance even among people who otherwise rejected sexual deviation.
    Taksin’s own personal choice for sex was a male to female transgender who had been physically altered and now appeared completely female. Perhaps his upbringing and training as a monk had left him more comfortable around men, yet still with the sexual desire for a woman …
    He had first encountered his ladyboy in a blow job club in the Nana district, another red-light venue in the city. The ladyboy had moved over to Soi Cowboy when a go-go bar opened up that offered the services of katoeys exclusively.
    Taksin paid an admission price at the door that included a drink and entered. Ladyboys who had already been selected by customers were at tables. Six who were waiting to be selected held on to aluminum poles as they stood on top of the bar counter.
    The dress code ranged from the skimpiest thongs to more modest shorts and bras. Spiked heels and cowboy boots were the favored footwear. For the ones wearing thongs, it was easy for a customer to tell which ones hadn’t been altered by looking for a bulge in the crotch.
    Taksin spotted his ladyboy on the bar counter and signaled her. She wore a red thong, a glittering red bra, and shiny red patent leather cowboy boots.
    Her long black hair had a sheen and glittering stars, her eyebrows sketched high above their natural location had a heavy dose of blue eye shadow. Ruby red lipstick and the tattoo of a green parrot on her right shoulder completed the bar-girl ensemble.
    She joined Taksin after he argued with a bartender over the amount of the “bar fine” before agreeing to pay the Thai baht equivalent of fourteen dollars. The payment got him two hours with the ladyboy. He would have to “tip” the ladyboy an equal amount. He paid the same amount for his friend’s selection.
    The ladyboys slipped on simple pullover dresses and followed the two men outside.
    Keenly aware that every second wasted was a moment of pleasure lost with the ladyboy, Taksin hurried the group to the hotel where he had stopped earlier to arrange for rooms.
    Once inside the room, Taksin became clumsy and nervous as he undressed. This was only the third time he had had sex and each time was with this ladyboy. Raised by monks, he knew little about women because monks were more insulated from women than even religious figures in the West. Women were discouraged to physically touch a monk. If a woman wanted to give something to a monk, she was to lay it within his reach.
    All he knew about sex with a woman was to stick his penis in and pump. He’d heard that prostitutes were dry but he didn’t know why. He followed the advice of friends and brought oil to rub on the head of his penis. He used no protection except the cobra blood drink to protect him from diseases and the ladyboy didn’t insist upon any. Both had a sense of fatalism that certain things were out of the hands of mere mortals.
    After the ladyboy stripped in front of him, Taksin cautiously reached out and touched her small breasts. As always, he was both extra courteous to women and curious about the female form.
    â€œLie down,” the ladyboy told him.
    After checking his penis for sores, she tore open a packaged hand-wipe and washed his organ with it. He was not circumcised and that was the norm for men of his background.
    With his erect penis resting on his belly, she glided the palm of her hand up and down the hard stalk, from the tip of the penis to his testicles. He shuddered with glee.
    Then she stroked and licked his penis.
    Suspecting he may come quickly, and that she’d get paid more if he ejaculated in her, she mounted him and used her leg muscles to squeeze his cock and give him more