Bangkok After Work. Bangkok Escort, A Thai Girls Diary. Part 5.

{ Posted on Oct 09 2010 by admin }

I was still working in the office of the factory. I had now been there about 10 years and my mother had been there even longer. We knew everyone and it felt like we were family. My boss had a younger brother who was also working for the company. He was like a big brother to me. He helped me with money and when I went to see customers he would sometimes drive me and or pick me up. I didn’t think much about this since we had known each other so long. One time after he had picked me up at a customers office we were driving home when he said he had to go to the bathroom. He stopped at a motel and I asked him why we had to stop there when there were toilets else where. He tried to touch me and tried to get me to go inside with him but I did not want to. He insisted and I got out of the car and ran away. I was really scared. After that I could not go back to the office again. I did not want to see him and I could not tell anyone about what had happened. My boss tried to find me because he was worried, he didn’t know why I did not come back to work. He tried at my friends and even called my mom to ask her. She didn’t know and was also worried. A friend from work, a girl also from Surin, told me that he was very worried and that there was a lot to do at work and she asked me to go back but I could not.

I went to live with a friend I knew from school. My friend did a lot of drugs and she tried to get me to try but I did not want to. We partied together and had a lot of fun. I was living of my savings. When we were going out there was a man, a lot older than me, that would always book the table next to where I was with my friends. At this time we went mostly to the same place so it wasn’t hard for him to find us. He would not talk to me only look but at that time I still had gigs so I was not interested. One day he asked the staff to get him my phone number and I gave it to them but he never called. One day I had decided to move to my own room and I don’t know why but I went to him and asked him if he could help me. He gave me some money but did not ask me for anything back. This man was very rich. He kept coming to the bar but we did not talk much. After 2-3 months he called me for the first time and asked me if I could go to dinner with him. He had a free dinner at some golf club and he took me there. We ate, drank and talked. The golf club had a resort and after dinner we got a room there.

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