Sammi
11:21 AM SATURDAY
My brain is in the middle of a civil war that has me thrown about like a ship lost at sea.
One side is screaming at me to seek out the nearest bottle of cobra tequila and down it in the hopes that I can forget about everything that happened with Lock.
The other side knows that if I do, I’ll just find him to fuck him all over again.
My pussy is still aching from our apparent hot and heavy bang sesh.
God. What was I even thinking?
I make every effort possible to ignore my burning loins, which is really fucking hard to do.
And here I am in the middle of Bangkok, not even sure of what literal road to take, let alone what’s going on in my foggy, hungover head.
“Hey, when are we gonna get something to eat?” A familiar voice pipes up.
I turn to Percy, looking at her in disbelief. I really have no idea how she does it.
“Percy, we just ate, like, an hour ago.”
“So? I’m fucking hungover, and food helps.”
“Ooohhhh, can we get something cold? This heat is fucking killing me right now,” Mysti pipes in.
There’s a unanimous nodding of heads, and now we are apparently off to find something cold, despite how crucial it is to me for us to figure everything the fuck out. I just go with it; I need their memories so we can piece this shit back together.
The humid climate of Bangkok has my floral sundress already starting to cling to my moistened skin. Just peachy.
“Alright, so let’s go over this one more time,” I start. “We showed up here with Lock. Percy, you went backstage and did what again?”
“I gave those ladyboys some much needed tips for their foundation and mascara,” she says with a triumphant smile that is infectious.
Despite Percy’s antics that just seemingly always get us into trouble, one redeeming quality of hers is that her make-up is always on point.
She could make millions with tutorials on YouTube. Seriously, she could. And it’s absolutely in her nature to tell those poor ladyboys what they’re doing wrong.
“Becky and Liam were onstage, doing everything but outright fucking,” Percy shares with the group.
Liam chuckles lightly to himself while Becky rolls her eyes, trying to hide her drunken shame.
“Ooohhh. I was with the love of my life at the table,” Mysti pipes in. She and ‘Celine Dion’ decide to lock lips. I still have so many questions about that, but it’s just not the focus right now.
“And then after that, we get kicked out,” I add. “Right?”
“Kinda. You and Lock had already left to get down each other’s pants.”
I’m sure that if looks could kill, Percy would be dead on the ground right now.
She gives me the wink and the gun, playing into that whole ‘You’re my best friend and you love me so I can say what I want’ bullshit.
“Wait. Why did we get kicked out?” I ask as we continue forward down this dirty, crowded path.
Mysti and Faux Dion share a knowing look but refuse to comment.
“On second thought, I don’t want to know,” I recant. “Where did we go afterward?”
“Oh! Guys! Ice cream!” Percy shouts as she scurries up to the cart. Mysti and her ladyboy Dion follow, and Becky and Liam trail behind.
I decide to partake as well. I play it safe and order some chocolate ice cream. Mysti gets some mango-flavored stuff; Not-Celine Dion gets lychee soft serve that actually looks pretty good; and Becky and Liam get some durian stuff.
And then we have Percy with her indulgent, extra self.
Instead of getting something relatively normal she gets this disgusting, lumpy corn-flavored ice cream.
“Do I even want to know if that is any good?” I ask, trying not to gag as I see her lick around the side of her cone.
“It’s marvelous. And the best part?”
She opens her mouth and shows me several kernel chunks on her tongue.
“Oh, ew! Seriously?”
“Fucking brilliant, isn’t it? Too bad we don’t have this back in the US!”
“It looks like yellow cottage cheese,” I comment, deciding to return my attention to my own ice cream before I lose my appetite.
I have to admit, the ice cream was a good idea. The cold, icy treat feels amazing right now. The creamy chocolate is smooth, and overall, it helps to take the edge off the heat and humidity.
While the ice cream is nice, it does make me long for any other relief to couple with. It’s just so hot, it’s hard to concentrate.
“Let’s go over there,” I suggest. “The sun is melting my ice cream faster than I can eat it.”
The group huddles together in the shadow of a small shop to get out from under the sun’s glaring rays.
We may be out of the pot, but we’re all still in the fucking fire. But at least now we can finish our food and focus on our mission.
“There has to be some way to figure out what we did after the cabaret last night,” Liam pipes up. He thinks hard to himself, staring off to the ground below. “Percy! What if we were to message Lock? I’m—”
“No. No Lock. We will not call him. Will not speak of him. We will not even think of him. Got it?” I snarl, shutting down his entire suggestion before I even hear it.
The knowing look I’m getting from all of them right now has me wishing I had that flashy pen thing from Men in Black so that I could wipe their memories of Lock having his way with my pussy under the table.
But the feeling of his tongue against my dripping pussy lips returns to my own memory, and now I’ve gone and made the mistake of letting myself recall our entire ‘Tina Turner’ set.
The incredible, passionate kiss we shared at the table…I’ve never been kissed like that.
Ever. Not by Eggs. Not by anyone.
And again, with his lips and tongue on my wet, aching cunt under the table. I just can’t help but remember that now. That man is a master with that mouth of his. He had me practically turning to jelly in the palm of his hand.
No, Sammi! Stop it. Do not fall down this rabbit hole. Eat your ice cream. Think cold, frigid thoughts.
And yet I feel this longing sensation from my gut to my pussy.
It’s hard not to want more. It’s hard to not want Lock here. And that’s a fucking problem.
Why the fuck did this have to go and happen to me? Why can’t shit ever be fucking simple? Why do I keep drinking tequila?
“What about your tattoo?” Mysti asks as she shoves an arm at me. Her elbow nudge and words bring me back to the present.
“What about what?” I reply, foggy and lost from what’s actually going on.
“Your tattoo. It looks super intense. Like maybe only a handful of people could do it, that kind of thing?” she leads on, trying to get somewhere, anywhere with it.
“So, what do we do? Just go around asking people if they know who did my tattoo?”
“No, but I think I know who we can ask,” Percy cuts in with a smile on her face. She pulls out her phone. “Turn around so I can get a picture.”
I turn my shoulder to her, posing for the camera.
“Got it!” she confirms “Should I Instagram this, too? Maybe put on a cool filter? Caption could be like Llook who got a new tattoo and bomb dick? I’m putting the Bang in Bangkok, baby!’ Then maybe a hashtag? Maybe ‘I licked the Lock?’”
I wonder how many years in prison I would serve if I just assaulted them all with an ice cream cone. It’d be difficult, but I think I could handle it.
“No Percy. It would be ‘Hashtag, Lockdown’.” Mysti interjects as I promptly elbow her in the ribs.
Smartass bitches.
“You guys are the worst. Can we all just forget Lock and I hooked up? It’s not important!”
They all laugh at me, Liam and ladyboy included, not taking a single word of my plea seriously.
Assholes.
Percy’s phone starts ringing again, and this time she answers.
“Hello, my sexy Silver Fox,” she greets him as she puts him on speakerphone.
“Hey there, baby. Glad to see you picked up this time.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. It’s been super crazy here.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby girl. I know how Bangkok is. It’s so easy to get all wrapped up. I just wanted to make sure that you were safe and sound.”
The way her voice jumps three octaves when talking to him makes me want to vomit. But of all her sugar daddy boyfriends that she strings along, I like this one the most.
“So, Daddy, can you tell me what the deal is with Sammi’s tattoo?”
“Yeah! It’s a Yantra tattoo,” he reveals. “Specifically a Ha-thaeo. The five lines are meant to be a blessing for success and good luck.”
Well, at least it’s not some fucking swear or curse or some shit. Now I just need to figure out where I got it.
“So do you think you could help us figure out what tattoo shop she got it at? Is there anyone that, like, specializes in it, do you think?”
“Oh, she didn’t get that at no shop, baby girl.”
Okay, now I’m super confused. If not a shop…
“Then where did I get it?” I blurt, no longer thinking to myself.
“That there was done at a Buddhist monastery. There’s one not far from the city that you can get a rickshaw to. That’s probably where it was done,” he theorizes.
“You’re the best, Daddy! I’ll talk to you soon.”
She makes an over exaggerated kissing sound, and a nearby stray cat looks at her and hisses as if Percy just insulted its existence.
Percy throws whatever is left of her ice cream down at the cat, and it rushes to the strange treat before the heat completely melts it into the ground.
Suddenly, a horde of cats—and I mean like a fucking biblical plague kind of horde—appears from every direction to lap up the corn-flavored ice cream.
Looking at one another, we tiptoe away from the street as an unsettling number of felines crawl out of buildings, trash cans, and holes I didn’t know were even there. The sea of cats emerges to fight over the frozen dairy.
Liam manages to grab us two rickshaws, giving us a perfect escape. And now we’re off again to solve another piece of last night’s mystery.
Given what I learned at the cabaret, I’m terrified at what I may learn at the monastery. At this rate, I’m half expecting to learn that I got inducted into some Buddhist community or that I got married or something.
As that particular thought crosses my mind, I’m petrified.