A Whole Other Story

Bar One: Cocktails and Catsuits

Arnold took the tickets from the cute girl in leather, trying not to stare too long at her cleavage. We are going inside! How on earth did I manage to convince Helen? It’s only our second day in Bangkok!

“Come on Arnie,” came Helen’s voice, “If we are going in then let’s go.” She sounded exasperated, but she was here. They are here, together! And, their first outing is to is a fetish bar. She would never have agreed to this back home.

“After you Mistress,” he said holding the door wide and gesturing with his arm in an exaggerated bow that had the side benefit of avoiding eye contact with her. He didn’t want to see her expression. She had a way of killing the mood with her eyes: judging him.

“Thank you Arnie.” He watched her high heels as she passed. She is even dressed in PVC! I have died and gone to heaven. He thought back to the argument in the hotel room when he suggested she wore the cheap catsuit. What convinced her? He took advantage of his deference to stay behind her as she was shown to a table. Wow, her arse looks great in that outfit. I told her it would.

Helen noticed the club was half empty as they were shown to the table by the cute girl in a leotard and fishnets. She couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at the waitress. Is she a girl or a boy? I hope she is a boy, that would be so hot. Arnie did say there might be ladyboys here. All of a sudden her catsuit felt a little warm. As she slid into place at the small table she could feel herself blushing slightly. She looked to see where Arnie had got to, he was clumsily trying to sneak a view of the waitress’ humble cleavage while pretending to ask her about the entertainment later. God he is so predictable.

“Arnie, stop bothering the poor girl and kneel there on the floor.” She pointed to a space beside the table that seemed perfectly positioned. As if the club often had kneeling guests. Of course they do, this is the type of club Arnie dreams about. Kneeling before his mistress while she sips cocktails. Talking of cocktails. She ordered herself a Dry Manhattan and on a whim ordered a glass of iced water for him. Might as well keep him in his place.

Helen watched Arnie fidgeting in his place beside her as she sipped her drink. It wasn’t as good as they made at the cocktail bar back home, but it had a kick. She let herself relax into her seat and looked around. The bar was a dive. There were half a dozen customers sitting with drinks, some of whom were dressed for the occasion, but notably some were wearing business attire. I knew I could get away with my suit. They won’t let you in without the appropriate clothes my arse. I look more powerful in wool or silk than any of these guys in their cheap vinyl and leather. My jacket probably costs more than all the outfits in this place.

Helen was far more at home in the office. If it wasn’t for Arnie insisting she needed a break she would be there right now, sorting out the final details of the Alderman and Franks takeover. She could trust Diane with that, but she liked to watch the competition squirm as the last glimmer of hope was ripped from them. That pompous chairman probably thinks he is getting a seat on the board of my company. Like hell he is. He nearly ran that firm into the ground. It was almost not worth the effort. Of course it was well worth her investment. It still had a turnover in the millions despite their poor performance this year.

There was a small contingency on the dance-floor. Mostly Thai girls slowly shaking their hips and checking out the clientele. They probably worked here. Helen spotted a western couple on one corner of the floor. An older woman, slim, dressed young but probably Helen’s age, with a lithe young girl in a leather skirt and crop top, grinding to a non-existent grove. They were clearly more into each other than the music. Is one of them a submissive? I wonder if it’s the cute girl. She has a nice slim belly and boy-like hips.  Helen watched as the girl reached behind her partner and pulled on the older woman’s long ponytail, tugging her head back to playfully bite her neck. Nope guess not.

She looked down at Arnie in his ridiculous leather trousers and waistcoat. He looked like he was dressed for a gay night in Soho. He was watching the dancing too. His eyes were wide and exited by the open display of dominance and submission. She picked up her glass and finished it before handing it to him.

“Go to the bar and get us another,” she said. “You can have a beer.”

“But there is table ser…”

“Do it now,” Helen said, pointing at the bar impatiently. God he is hard work sometimes. Is he submissive or not? Silly question. He spends half his spare time reading about wimpy men being bossed around by women. And he has a lot of spare time these days since he lost his job. He even insists on bringing his little kinks into the bedroom. That wasn’t so bad. At least he spent more time pleasuring her than he used to. And she had soon learnt she could put him off when she didn’t want him inside her with a soft hand and a little teasing. So small and cute. Is it going to spurt for me?

She watched him ordering the drinks and noticed one of a small huddle of western business men at the bar, was also watching Arnie. Wow he’s a hunk, look at his shoulders. Nice suit too. It took her a moment to realise he had turned his attention to her. He was assessing her, just as she was assessing him. He smiled at her. Helen cast her eyes back to the dance floor to avoid his gaze and noticed the couple were no longer there. She scanned the sparse room and spotted the girl in a seat similar to hers with the older woman kneeling between her legs. The Younger girl still had hold of her ponytail, as if she had dragged her back there. Is she eating her out! Oh my god, is that allowed in here!

“Your drinks” came the voice of the waitress. Arnie was in tow behind her.

“She insisted” Arnie said meekly, gesturing to the waitress, then clearly checked out her arse as she leant forward to deliver the drinks. God he is useless, he can’t even wait on me properly. Her attention turned to the waitress. She is probably worried about her tip. Is she a girl or not?

“Why don’t you join me?” She said gesturing to the seat beside her. The waitress squeezed in, smiling and leaning forward as if to display herself to Helen. Is she a prostitute, or is she just trying to make me buy her an expensive drink? Helen paused, she noticed Arnold had caught sight of the couple. “You! Kneel back there,” she gestured.

Arnold knelt reluctantly. He could no longer see the wanton display. Instead he tried to look under the table at the waitress’ fishnets. Her legs were shapeless, but the tights were hot. He wondered what it would be like to kneel here in that outfit. He drifted off into a daydream, imagining he was under the table licking Helen like the girl he had spotted back there behind them. In his fantasy he was dressed like the waitress. He was suddenly snapped back to reality by the waitress speaking.

“Yes. Do you like girls?” What the..? He replayed the last part in his head. Helen had said she was cute and asked if she was a girl? That’s not Helen. She’s as straight as they come.

“Are any of the waitresses boys?” She asked. “You know ladyboys. Um… Katoeys?” That was it! She didn’t want to come here this evening. She wanted to go to the review in the hotel brochure. I want to see the show. Diane says it’s great. She just wanted to gawk at the girly boys so she could say she had seen one of the sights of Thailand. Maybe tomorrow. They are quite cute. Lovely outfits.

“You are in the wrong bar for a male waitress Mam.” Arnold was shocked to see a man standing in front of their table. An American by his accent. He looked across at Helen, expecting her to be annoyed by the intrusion. She always had to fend off admirers. Oh god she has that flirtatious smile, she is going to play all girly now! Arnold could feel himself becoming aroused despite himself. He found her flirtations equally annoying and cute. Being all soft and girly never suited her, but it played into his fantasy. God, what if she actually lets this guy hit on her? What if she makes me kneel here while they make out? Now I am shaking, get yourself together, she will notice.

“Hi, I am Helen.” She said extending her hand. He is using that smile again. Stay cool girl, it’s just a chat. Nice firm handshake. Strong arms. “Would you like a drink?” She gestured to the waitress, who jumped up out of her seat.

“Get us some champagne,” he said, and turned to Helen. “On me of course. You do like champagne?”

“Oh. Um. Yes” Stop it Helen, you are blushing. “That would be lovely, do join me.” That’s better. Now breathe. He might be hitting on me, but he won’t want to flirt with a giddy teenager.

“My usual bottle Mai. Two glasses.” he said as he took a seat.

“Yes Mr Williams” said the waitress before hurrying off. Arnold watched Mai go, she had a delightful wiggle in that leotard. I wonder if that would suit me. Maybe with an apron. Oh god I hope these jeans hide my erection, I knew I should have worn underwear. What will this guy think if he notices? I might as well tell him to go ahead and fuck my wife. Oh god, that isn’t helping.

“So you have a usual?” Helen asked. ”Is this your bar of choice in Bangkok, Mr Williams?” She studied him appreciably, now that he was closer. Oh, he’s an eye contact guy, and such lovely deep blue eyes.

“Steve,” he said simply. “No, I am checking out the competition, I am an investor in a bar nearby, I like to keep an eye on my rivals.” He looked around the half empty bar. “This place is not really competing but it caters to a similar crowd.”

“Ah. A business man,” she said. “So do you just own bars, or do you have other interests?”

Arnold listened squirming while Helen lapped up every word Steve said. She would have this guy for breakfast if he owned a business she wanted. Why does she have to go all cute and girly whenever she gets near a man with broad shoulders and a cute smile? They were onto their second bottle of champagne by the time the lights dimmed.

“Oh look Arnie” she said reaching over and tussling his hair. “The show is starting. You can watch your kinky girls while we are chatting.” It was the first time Helen had even acknowledged him since Steve had arrived.

“Yes dear” he said conflicted. The girls on the stage did look cute, but he was busy watching Helen flirt and imaging her and Steve kissing. How would she react if I kissed her shoes? Would she ignore me? Would she let me lick her heels while she chatted?

“Goodness,” said Steve, “do you let him talk to you like that? Isn’t he your submissive?”

“Oh that’s more his thing,” she said patting his head and straitening back up. “I wanted to go and see the Katoey Review at the plaza. But little Arnie here does love his kinks.”

“From your discussion with Mai, I gathered you have a kink or two yourself,” Steve said chuckling.

“Well, maybe,” she answered, as if considering it. If he only knew I was fantasising about a ladyboy waitress all evening. Until he turned up. Still he is cute, I guess she could serve us both. Why does that idea make me so wet? God I wish I had the nerve to make Arnie go down on me right now. Its dark, and Steve would probably take it in his stride. Bloody catsuits. I definitely should have worn a skirt like the young girl back there, getting head from a woman old enough to be her mother.

“You know, the Bar I invest in specialises in that kind of thing,” said Steve, his casual smile betrayed by his eyes, which were searching for her response. “I have a whole team of ladyboys in maid’s dresses. It goes down well with the kinkier tourists and the travelling business men.” He reached over to where her hand was lying casually on the table. God his hands are so big and firm.

“And women of course,” he continued, winking. “We could go there instead if you like. It’s more classy than this place.” Helen could feel herself getting warmer. I am literally melting. It’s this bloody vinyl, I should go back to the hotel and get my suit.

“Maybe,” she said as casually as she could muster. “If the bar is classier, I may want to change first, and maybe have a chat with Arnie here,” she said trying not to sound too eager. He better be up for this. It’s still a fetish bar.

“Oh there will be things to keep him amused.” Said Steve reassuringly. Arnold was listening intently, wondering where this was going. “They even have a little maid’s uniform that would fit him, if he likes that kind of thing.”

“Ok. Let’s go!” Helen said decisively.

Continued in Part Two
Index of Stories

This story was a commission. It is a little more experimental in it’s style, which isn’t a common style for erotica, but I think it works.

Thanks to subboyjoy for the initial inspiration. Your idea is more related to the latter parts, but I hope you enjoy the set-up.