Barrack Room Betty Ch. 14

Ying gripped Michele's buttocks and looked up into her pretty face and nodded and smiled, locking her legs around Michele's waist. Michele took the cue and began to increase the tempo. Ying gripped Michele's turgid member with her anal muscles as Michele fucked her harder. Both women were grunting and groaning as they smashed their lips together. At some stage Michele tasted blood and realised that either she or Ying had cut their lip during the frantic kissing but she felt only pleasure.

Michele felt her orgasm approaching and she smiled down at Ying who indicated that she too was close to climax.

Michele ground herself against the gorgeous Kai Tai and bellowed as she emptied herself deep inside Ying. This triggered Ying's climax and her cock shuddered and discharged her load and Michele felt the hot viscous fluid soak into the gusset of her tights and warm her belly as the last of her semen spilled deep inside Ying.

The two transvestites kissed and caressed each other as their orgasms subsided. Michele's deflating penis fell from Ying's anus with an audible plop and they both laughed. Michele's seed dribbled from Ying's sphincter and soaked her pantyhose.

They lay side by side stroking, caressing and kissing each other, both amazed at the other's beauty. Their semen had not even cooled before both of them responded to their passion and their penises began to grow to tumescence again.

"This time I fuck you; Farang Kai Tai," Ying sniggered.

But Ying's snigger turned to a deep groan as Michele slid under her and took Ying's engorged phallus in her fingers and guided it to her entrance.

An hour later they were sated. They had showered together; resulting in another extended session of foreplay and were now naked, wrapped in the large, white, terry-towelling robes provided by the hotel. Ying and Michele had fixed their makeup standing side by side at the large mirror. Ying had brushed out her lustrous long black hair and Michele had combed out her blonde wig.

They lay side by side on the bed, propped by pillows, drinking cold Singha beer from the hotel fridge.

"This is very exciting Michele. You are the first Farang transvestite I have met and you are far too feminine and experienced to be new to this," Ying said, thoughtfully sipping her beer.

Michele glanced at Ying and smiled.

"And you are too sophisticated and your English is too perfect to be a peasant farm boy who became a Kai Tai to earn money for your family like so many of the other Kai Tai," Michele said.

"I'll tell you my story then you tell me yours," Michele reached up and kissed Ying gently on the lips.

Michele told Ying about how she always had the compunction to crossdress and about being caught dressed by her Uncle Bill who had treated her as his lover and fanned her carnal desires. She told of the shame she felt when her family found out and Uncle Bill's betrayal when she was told to join the Navy or be shamed out of the family.

Ying was absolutely intrigued when Michele told her of experiences at HMS Chelmsford; Ying became teary when Michele told her of her repeated violation by PO Knocker White and her rescue by Jason 'Spike' Jones and then of their falling out.

"It is always the same with men; They become jealous and petulant like children," Ying commiserated.

"Oh it gets better," Michele went on to tell of her first experiences aboard HMS Ark Royal.

Ting frowned and then was amazed when Michele described turning the dingy compartment that was 6QDA into 'Barrack Room Betty's' bar and casino.

"And of course; brothel," Michele added.

Ying laughed.

"So Michele; you are a Kai Tai bargirl just like me?" she playfully slapped Michele on the thigh.

Michele explained that both Knocker White and Spike Jones were on the ship and that although she had been able to forgive Knocker White, she couldn't reason with Spike Jones, who was infatuated with her.

"In Bangkok us Kai Tai have ways of dealing with men like your Spike Jones so they don't come back," Ying said nonchalantly puffing her cigarette.

Michele narrowed her eyes at Ying and then finished story with a summation of the last port visit to Naples.

"Again this Spike seems like a petulant child who needs a good spanking," Ying said thoughtfully.

Michele lit a cigarette and poured them both a gin and tonic. Michele had bought two bottles with her from on board the Ark.

"Ok. Your turn," Michele crawled back on the bed and snuggled up to Ying.

Ying told Michele about how as a teenage boy Ying had gone to school in America, living with his uncle and aunt. But when his parents could no longer pay he had had to return to Thailand and by then he was tormented by his gender dysphoria and wanted to live full time as a woman.

Ying explained that she had undergone breast augmentation and other transformation surgeries and now lived as a Kai Tai full time, sending some money home from what she earned in the bar and from prostitution.

Michele was fascinated about how Ying had undertaken gender reassignment surgery and asked Ying to go into detail about it.

Ying had undergone breast augmentation surgery with implants and a tracheal shave to reduce the size of her 'Adam's apple'.

"I am lucky because like you I have a very feminine face, figure and form. Some of the other Kai Tai have also had facial surgery and buttock augmentation," Ying explained.

Michele quizzed Ying about her surgery. Where did she get it done? How much did it cost? How long did it take? How much did it hurt?

Ying laughed but was happy to share her experiences with her new friend.

"And what about this?" Michele smiled and slid her fingers inside Ying's robe and found her penis.

"When I have enough money I will exchange it for a vagina," Ying said determinedly.

Michele raised her eyes; a little surprised.

She still had her hand inside Ying's robe and she raised her face to Ying's and kissed her; squeezing Ying's dilating penis.

"Now show me how you do that trick with your anal muscles," Michele grinned and climbed on and straddled Ying.

The two transvestites made love until the early hours, switching roles until they were exhausted.

The next day Michele dressed in hotpants, sheer tan tights, platform high heels and a cap-sleeved blouse. She wore a black bob and light makeup, applied with Ying's assistance and the two girls went shopping.

Michele hired a taxi for the day negotiating a good price with Ying's assistance. The girls shopped, had lunch, and Michele even had Ying take her past the surgery where Ying had her augmentation operation.

After a late afternoon love making session Ying encouraged Michele to visit the hotel pool.

"But I'm so pale Ying?" Michele bemoaned.

"That's why I wear tights or stockings all the time; my legs are lily white."

"Most of the English Farang are pale; that's why they laze around the pool to get a tan," Ying laughed.

She was able to coax Michele into a swimsuit and suitably gaffed and with breastforms in place she looked quite feminine.

"I can't swim in this wig," Michele whined.

"Hardly anyone swims. We sunbathe, splash around the shallow end of the pool and of course we drink some cocktails," Ying beamed.

That night they glammed up and went back to Supergirls to watch the shows. Michele even recognised some of the sailors from the Ark but no punters from BRB.

The other Kai Tais fawned upon Michele; the Farang Kai Tai fascinated them, and Michele had a wonderful time. She danced with some of the bargirls and even with some of the punters but she went back to hotel with Ying.

Michele and Ying had a wonderful week together, shopping during the day, afternoons by the pool drinking cocktails and nattering. Michele became tanned and they spent their evenings out on the town.

Despite the myriad of offers, Michele and Ying always went home together. They became friends as well as lovers and Michele extended her offer to Ying to stay with her for whole port visit. Ying wanted to waive the bar-fine but Michele wouldn't hear of it; she knew Ying needed the money.

They had a wonderful time together until the second last night in Bangkok when Michele and Ying were having a night out at Supergirls.

Michele went to the toilet leaving Ying chatting with a few of the bargirls at their table. She peed and was fixing her makeup in the mirror when suddenly Spike Jones burst through the door. He was drunk and angry and Michele knew this wasn't going to end well.

"Spike! What are you doing here?" Michele was astonished.

She made a dash for the door but Spike tripped her and she crashed to the white tiled floor. Michele tried to scramble to her feet but Spike pushed her down and slammed the locking bar across the door.

"You fucking bitch! I lost my job and I lost my heart to you!" Spike blubbered.

"Jason! Come on! Stop this! Let's go to the bar and get a drink and talk this out," Michele pleaded.

"Talk this out you cunt!" Spike grabbed Michele by the arm and dragged her across the floor.

Michele screamed but no one could hear her over the unce, unce, unce bassline of the music thundering out the speakers in the bar.

"Jason please!" Michele begged.

"Jason please!" you fucking ungrateful cunt, he mocked her.

"You wouldn't be where you are now without me. I made you! I made the Barrack Room Bettys and you all shat on me!"

Michele knew that Spike was beyond reason. He was drunk and likely high.

Spike reached down and gripped Michele by the neck. She began to choke as Spike pulled her to her knees.

"Jason; I can't breathe!" Michele implored, choking and gagging for breath.

"Try breathing around this you bitch!"

Spike unzipped his fly and pushed his flaccid penis into Michele's mouth.

Michele knew the best way to deal with Spike was to try to appease his lust so she willingly sucked and slathered at his cock. She tried her hardest but could only get his penis semi-erect. Spike thrust his cock in and out of Michele's mouth while she suckled the pliable offering hoping to get him erect and to orgasm as quickly as possible.

"Fuckkkk!" Spike screamed, furious that he couldn't gain an erection.

"It's your fault you slag! I can't even get hard for you any more you slut!" Spike bellowed.

He dragged Michele to her feet and threw her against the washbasins, her head crashed into the mirror and she moaned. Spike's cock twinged. Hurting this bitch was turning him on.

He pushed her head down into the sink and lifted her dress exposing the globes of her buttocks clad in gossamer thin pink nylon panties.

"You fucking slut! Fucking slut panties!"

He gazed down at her soft white buttocks clad in the transparent pink panties, the beige welts of her flesh toned stockings delineated her tanned thighs. The bitch had been suntaning herself!

Spike ripped the flimsy knickers from her body and kicked her legs open. He shoved Michele's panties in her mouth. Michele was dazed and could do nothing but capitulate as Spike gripped the back of her neck, pushing her head down into the sink as he spread her legs.

He tried to push his semi-erect penis into her anus but she was too tight and he was too flaccid.

"Fuck!!!" he screamed again.

He reached over her and squirted liquid soap onto his hand from the dispenser and lubricated his organ. He pushed forward and Michele grunted as his glans passed her sphincter.

Her muffled cry of pain stimulated Spike and his phallus gradually became tumescent and he pushed again, forcing his phallus slowly all the way inside the pretty transvestite.

By the time he had his cock fully embedded in Michele's anus he was rampant.

"Fuck! You! Bitch!," he hissed.

Every expletive was followed by a thrust as he penetrated his hard cock deep inside Michele. He thrust into her harder and deeper, becoming more aroused as she cried. He looked in the mirror and saw mascara stained tears streaming down her face; the pink panties stuffed in her mouth.

"Fuck! You! Bitch!" he screamed and ground against Michele's soft buttocks emptying himself inside her.

He pulled her buttocks against him until his orgasm subsided and then he yanked his deflating penis from her anus and pulled her panties from her mouth and wiped his penis on them and threw them in the corner.

"Yeah! Fuck you bitch!" he snarled drunkenly.

It took Spike three attempts to unlock the door and when he did there a small crowd of bargirls outside.

"What the fuck are you looking at you cunts!" he bellowed and they scattered from the big angry Farang.

Michele slammed the door shut to the ladies toilets again and locked it. She went over and sat on one of the toilet bowls, expelling as much of Spike's issue as she could. She hobbled over to the sink and washed between her legs and then splashed water on her face. She straightened her clothes and fixed her makeup and opened the door to the ladies toilet.

Ying burst through the door.

"What happened to you my lover? Oh my god! It was that Spike man you told me about wasn't it?" she asked.

Michele shook her head dismissively and had Ying help her back to their booth.

"Get me a double scotch please Ying," Michele looked at her solemnly.

Ying came back with drinks and sat beside Michele in the booth and pulled Michele's head onto her shoulder and Michele sobbed. She sobbed until there was nothing left. Michele sculled the double scotch.

"Get me another!" she said angrily and pulled out her compact and fixed her makeup while Ying was at the bar.

Ying returned and looked at Michele closely, she gasped when she saw the purple bruises on Michele's neck and arms.

"Can you get me a pair of panties?" Michele scrambled in her handbag for money.

Ying slapped Michele's hand away from her handbag and gave her a stern look.

"We are lovers; but more importantly we are friends. Now stop that!" Ying said tersely.

She yelled something in Thai to one of the bargirls. The bargirl returned within a few minutes from markets below with three pairs of brand new panties. Michele selected a pink pair similar to those that Spike had ripped from her body and Ying and the bargirl provided a screen while Michele pulled on the new panties.

Michele felt better now; some of her dignity had returned. This beating was nothing worse than what Knocker had done to her at HMS Cheltenham.

"Come Michele, lets go home," Ying implored.

"No! That coward won't stay around here now. He knows we will have the bouncers on him in a flash. Come and dance with me," Michele stood up.

Michele was rickety at first but managed to stay standing on her heels and reached out for Ying and dragged her onto the dance floor.

Unseen by Michele, Mammasan had come out of her back room and instructed the bargirls that Michele was to drink free and sent her doormen and bouncers out to find Spike with instructions to give him a severe beating if they found him.

Michele danced the night away despite her injuries; drinking double scotches to kill the pain.

In the early hours of the morning snuggled up to Ying in the safety of their hotel room, Michele was drunk and almost unconscious when she asked Ying a question.

"You told me that in Bangkok, Kai Tais have ways of dealing with men like Spike Jones so they don't come back. What did you mean?"

Ying told Michele what she meant, going into some detail about how for a certain price vengeance of varying degrees could be enacted.

Ying wasn't sure how much Michele had heard before she fell asleep. She kissed Michele's forehead and pulled up the quilt and folded Michele in her arms and held her tight. Michele snuggled against Ying in her sleep and Ying stroked Michele's hair. Ying turned out the bedside lamp and gently nuzzled Michele's bruised neck until Ying finally fell asleep herself.

To be continued...