Shut Out.

A rather epic weekend if I may say so myself, but not like I would have expected otherwise. MGM introduced me to a friend of his from the wild and seedy side of Bangkok (as if there were another side) who was brought here as a fixer. The company he's doing consulting for had their birthday bash on Friday, so we were all invited. It was a bit wet TBH, and the pole dancers weren't all that fit, but what the fuck, in this town of fuck all interesting things to do excluding getting toasted on the Spirit Roof and rolling around on my bed, it was at least something.

Ash and another girl turned up as the party was going flat and we all drunk one too many jugs of margaritas. Then MGM took his leave, because he had a rain check to keep with this other chick called Lily M (otherwise known as Lady Macbeth). who absolutely refuses to see other girls and most other men in MGM's company. So he left, which made me a little bit upset, and I expressed it by punching him in the shoulder. He didn't find it amusing, unfortunately.

Ash and I got drunker with the Fixer and eventually we all decided we'd march down to MGM's apartment and invade his privacy. I kept on telling them that there was no way in hell he'd let us in, and definitely not Ash and myself - It was almost 3 a.m., Lily M. ruled all. Only males were allowed. And even then.

The Fixer didn't agree. The plot was to barge in and steal the fun and head right up to the Spirit Roof leaving the master and mistress down below to engage in whatever deal they had between them. The plot failed. Tragically. MGM greeted us at the door. We were assaulted by intense audio-pornographic-stimulation. He said hi, asserted the fact that Lily M. was there, and shut the door.

I told them so.

We went back to the G-HQ and put on Chatroulette because at this point in the night, there was nothing else to do but to drink ourselves to death and contribute to the population of perverts crawling the site. Ash asked me if it was cool if she wore only MGM's burka. I said she could do whatever she wanted and went to make drinks for all. When I came out, she was naked under MGM's burka, which was a nice surprise. There's something about Burkas when they get into the hands of non-muslims. It's like the Catholic Schoolgirl uniform, we just want to take it to its logical conclusion.

We went on Chatrt. I was impressed with Ash, she's got a tongue so sharp it could slice you dick off if you weren't man enough. And Ash naked, under a Burka... that was some freaky awesome shit.

We dicked around for ages. The Fixer stayed in the background, mostly, because co-ed groups of naked people often get next-ed while a pair of Asian lesbians usually get a lot of attention.

Eventually Ash left because she got lucky and the Fixer and I passed out on my bed. We woke up the next morning and the third thing he said to me was that he's not going to even try to hit on me because I wanted his friend. Fair enough. We chatted for awhile (I was still drunk) and at about 10 I suggested a Bloody Mary. Only it wasn't a Bloody Mary, it was a Crimson Tide, made with gin and clamato.

And that was the morning, and the rest of the day.