Dick Fitswell--taxi Driver in Bangkok
by Jack Corbett

"Non discriminating, pig headed wives is one possibility," he reasoned. "The men have to know that many tour packages covering Bangkok or several entire Oriental countries offer opulent hotel accommodations for far less. And they’ve been obviously pretty successful or they wouldn’t be here in the first place. It’s very likely that they’ve been goaded by their wives to keep up with the Joneses. Just to show off that they can afford to have the very best. And now the husbands are wanting to go off by themselves for a night on the town----the women no doubt too tired from a whole day’s shopping."

Dick Fitswell had been on "such shopping tours" before in which the Oriental tour guide got a cut out of the action. The bus load of tourists would be sold on the idea that the whole thing was a cultural experience. Each day the tour guide would instruct the bus driver to drive to several small factories which just happened to feature a little store selling whatever goods were made in the factory to the unwary tourists.  Dick Fitswell had seen it happen many times before. In Hong Kong, in the People’s Republic of China, in Korea, in Singapore, and now in Thailand.  The tourists would be herded to little factories that produced jewelry, dresses and other clothing, glassware, and even watches. Some of the operations were done by hand.  Other operations by machines of every size and description.  But in every case the prices charged at the outlets were much higher than one would have to pay in each city’s thousands of shops many of which could be found in futuristic malls that were a shopper’s paradise.

Number one was Hong Kong, one of the three largest ports in the world, followed by Singapore which was the fourth largest—then Bangkok. One could buy practically everything in these cities, not to mention in Taipei, Beijing, Manila, Tokyo, and many others. The latest Japanese sound systems, binoculars and cameras, jewelry, finely styled eyeglasses, to statues made of silver, gold, copper, and Jade.  It amazed Dick Fitswell that so many American women bought more than half their stuff from the little factories the tour guides took them to. "Ridiculously unbelievable," Dick Fitswell said to himself. "When they could find a much wider selection at oftentimes half the price, elsewhere.

"American husbands! What a bunch of pussies! " Dick Fitswell thought as he remembered watching the greed on the women’s faces as they went around the little factory outlets buying up everything in sight, eyes glimmering, pulses accelerating as they moved rapidly throughout the stores looking through whatever merchandise was on display.   Stuff for themselves. Other stuff for the kids they had left behind in the States. Stuff for their mothers and their fathers and stuff for their friends. What a bunch of stupid fat pigeons, they are. And their husbands even worse, looking like a bunch of wet roosters that had all had their feathers pulled out.

"They’re mine," Dick Fitswell said aloud, as he gave the cab a little gas and pulled up next to the four men, all of them plump pot bellied guys in their late fifties or early sixties.

"Would you like a cab?" Dick Fitswell said to the men. "I know Bangkok like the palm of my hand. Can take you gentlemen anywhere. To dinner. For a show. For a good time."

"He speaks English like an American," one of the men said to his friends."

"That’s because he is American, Joe. Never seen an American cabby in Bangkok before. Let’s take him up on it."

Dick Fitswell asked the men as they got into his cab, "Where can I take you?"

"We are not sure," said Joe. "We just had dinner with our wives. For a good time, if you know what I mean."

"Why aren’t your wives with you now?" Dick asked the men.

"Because they are too tired from that bus ride today. And  shopping," one of the others answered.

"Okay, I think I got the picture guys," said Dick Fitswell. "You’ve come a long way and your wives are doing exactly what they want which is riding around all day long in a tour bus so they can spend all of your hard earned money.  So you guys would like to do something on your own without them knowing about it.  What would you think of having your choice of some of the most beautiful women in the world?  What would you think of getting the most sensuous massage for just forty bucks.  One that lasts for an hour and a half?  And getting to choose from sixty women for your masseuse?

"I think you are bullshitting us," the first man said.  Then he extended his hand out to Dick as he introduced himself.  My name is Larry by the way.  And yours is?"

"Dick Fitswell. And I’m always looking for the perfect fit. Good thing you guys ran into me. I’m just the man to get each one of you the perfect fit of your dreams."

"What are we waiting for?" said Joe. Take us to the place we can get massaged for forty dollars."

It took an hour to get to the Erection Zone from the Siam Royal Hotel.  Bangkok, a city of over eight million, was widely known for its traffic congestion.  On the best of days it took over two hours to get from one end of the city to the other.  All four men were anxious to go whore shopping.  Soon Dick had them looking through the glass window at the women in the upper floor gallery.  First he had shown them the girls in the gallery on the first level, admonishing the men, "But these gals here won’t fuck you.  At least not on the premises.  They are only good for hand jobs and blow jobs.  Me , I’d just as soon use my own hand.  It’s cheaper."

"Look at the gazunkas on that momma," Larry said excitedly.  Dick noted that Larry was eyeballing a husky dark skinned Thai who was far bigger in the hips than he liked.

"I wouldn’t fuck her on a bet," said Dick. "Putting it in her would be like sticking it in a toilet.  Be about that loose and far dirtier."

"Who would you pick then?"

"I’d pick #12 there.  She’s tall and slender.  And look at those legs.  Not an ounce of fat on her and she looks strong. Bet she can squeeze the come out of you better than any woman here just by wrapping those gorgeous legs around you."

"She looks awfully sweet," Larry replied. "I think I’ll take her.

Joe took a short thinly built girl. The other two men were quick about making their choices.  As he watched "their new dates" escort his new companions to the tiled rooms that awaited them, Dick Fitswell called after them. "I’ll just wait for you in the bar here in this place. You will need a cab home and I think I could use a drink."

Two hours later all four men were sitting with him in the bar. As soon as Larry came in, Dick Fitswell asked, "She was more than worth it, wasn’t she?"

"She was the best, Dick.  I’m taking your advice every time.  I gave her my forty bucks but by the time that hour and a half was over with I was begging for it.  Finally she gave in and fucked me but I had to pay her one hundred and fifty bucks more.  Man, was she ever tight.  I’m seeing her again tomorrow.

"Why don’t you guys get it again tonight, then still go back tomorrow, Dick Fitswell suggested. "When you get back to the United States you won’t be able to come right back."

"That’s a great idea, Dick," said Joe.  But this time I’m getting number twelve.  Larry can get somebody else."

By the time the four men came back another two hours later, Dick was feeling pretty mellow.  Eight beers at the special prices the bar was giving him had put him in a good mood.  Not to mention the money he and Susie were making together now that he had turned cabbie.  In the past four hours she had turned two tricks, collecting $190 from each man for $380.  Out of that she had to give the Erection Zone its percentage.  Still.....Counting what she had already made she had come off well.  Plus Dick was getting a twenty percent commission off each dollar the men spent that went to the establishment’s share and that commission also applied to drinks.

"Life is good, "Dick Fitswell said to himself. Got me a nice place living with Susie Chai.  I’m meeting all kinds of interesting people driving a cab while seeing the city.  I knew she’d fall for me as soon as I sunk my whole fourteen inches into her.  And Susie and I are making a bundle.  In a few months time we will have enough money to buy this place and then I can get on with pursuing my life’s ambition.  Being a real Whore Master.