NEGOTIATING IN BANGKOK (BUSINESS IS BUSINESS)

Two months later she has asked us negotiate an import/export contract twelve times larger than the one in the Middle east. This time with a multi-national consortium based in Bangkok. Business class air fares and five star accommodation in an International hotel chain of course.

The first meeting was held in a lavish suite of a five-star hotel. As the meeting progressed we discussed a wide range of key performance indicators, terms of trade, payment options, currencies, delivery, brokerage, insurance, warranties, contra deals, tariffs, shipping, ullage, which were all recorded on a laptop by Gabrielle, a female record taker.

Cameron and I were both wearing conservative business clothing, suitable for the Thai climate, though I made a point of wearing a skirt short enough to show some of my thighs when I crossed my legs. An old negotiating skill.

Marcel the negotiator for the consortium, a sixty-year old French business professional, introduced us to his P.A., Gabrielle. with his hand on her ass. He told us Gabrielle was French, bilingual, thirty-two and very talented. When someone introduces a new person to us, male or female and tells us they are very talented, we always pay special attention, hoping they might be referring to their sexual talents.

At one-thirty Marcel told us that was enough for the first day and invited us to his suite for lunch. “I have organised a river tour for you this afternoon. Tonight there is a banquet with the eleven other members of the consortium. The food was wonderful, though the eleven members of the consortium were a little dull, apart from the elegant English lady sitting alongside me. Such an interesting conversation discussing our sex lives.

After the second, long and exhausting day of negotiations Marcel told us he had organised tickets for us at one of Bangkok’s most exclusive night clubs. “My trusted limo driver will escort you to the venue.”

“I hope this club has more to offer than ping pong balls and smoke, why so few people?” I asked our limo driver as we took our seats with only a handful of other couples.

“Indeed it does Miss Avery, just watch, Not many people because it is very expensive, US one-thousand per person,” he told me as two well built black men appeared wearing short, black silk dressing gowns, then two Asian girls in similar dressing gowns.

The Asian girls removed the men’s gowns, leaving them naked, wonderful toned, six-pack bodies and huge flaccid cocks dangling between their legs, before the men removed the girl’s gowns. “Welcome to Bangkok Miss Avery, special show tonight for you and your man,” the driver told me as it became apparent the girls were trannies, well hung trannies.

“You like special show Miss Avery,” he whispered as the trannies went to work on the black men. “So big, they thirty-centimetres, twelve-inches in your money.”

“I like, we both like very much,” I whispered as Cameron and I watched the trans give the black men expert fellatio, their hands behind their heads, thrusting their erections at them.

We lost count of the acts, the entertainment, after that. Girl-boy, girl-girl, boy-boy, two boys-one girl, one girl-two boys, two girls-two boys. The finale was the return of the two black men fucking two older, cougars, western women, doggy style. “They pay for that, their husbands watching over there,” the driver told us as the black men hammered them, hands grasping their big asses.

“I think as soon as I drop you at your hotel, back in your room you fuck like rabbits?,” the driver asked, correctly. Never a club like that one for us.

“Was everything satisfactory for you,” Marcel asked with a smirk as our negotiations resumed the next morning.

“Incredibly satisfactory thank you Marcel,” Cameron answered for both of us.

“Then I think we can eliminate some of the minor sticking points in our negotiations? Yes?”

After the third, slogging day of negotiating we finished at three, for a late lunch. “Negotiating always requires an element of win-win,“ Marcel told us in perfect, accented English while we enjoyed the delicious Asian food. “As an experienced negotiator I always make a point of finding out as much as I can about the people I am negotiating with. This conversation is off the record, can’t be too careful with such large sums of money involved can we?

“For you Avery I learnt you are mid-forties, bilingual and bi-sexual. Your body is still good, both sexes love your legs and ass and the way your man trims your jet black pubic hair, a wonderful contrast to your bobbed, blond hairdo. Good hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused and a magnificent ass.

“You two are renowned for your voracious sexual appetites, as much as your negotiating skills and the products you represent,” Marcel told us with a gleam in his eye as he had our full attention. “You are also renowned for your sexual prowess, both of you. And for being sexual exhibitionists, especially with an audience watching on. Is it true you enjoy being licked and teased by both sexes Avery?”

“Your research is very good Marcel, we are flattered that you went to so much trouble. Yes, it’s true I love being licked and teased by both sexes, especially with an audience watching on,” I replied, pleased where the conversation was heading.

“And you Cameron, you are rumoured to be nine-inches and thick?,” Marcel asked emboldened by the tone of the conversation and our interest.

“Yes he is, he is most impressive,” I answered for him.

“I am on the same wave length as you. However, I am too old to partake these days, though I do like to watch. As experienced negotiators you must be aware in Asia, Bangkok in particular, there is always a gift of some kind to sweeten and help negotiations along.

“Always some extra hospitality of special interest to our guests to help sweeten the deal and break down barriers. In case I am talking out of turn I won’t say any more. I am sure I could help break down some of the obstacles we we facing with our negotiations. Am I being too subtle? No?,” he asked as he handed Avery a piece of paper.

“Oh wow,” she smiled as she showed me the short list on the paper.