I first met Tuk because of two cartons of broken eggs. She was sitting in the gutter on Smith Street in the ‘Thai Town’ precinct of Sydney. She had with her some bags of recently-completed shopping but somehow the eggs had escaped one of the bags and now lay in a mess in the street. She was crying.

“Can I help you?” I said, noticing a love-heart tattoo on her exposed right shoulder.

She didn’t reply so I crouched down to her eye-level. Tears were rolling down her face and her mascara was smudged.

“I stupid,” she said.

“Anyone can break eggs. You’re not stupid,” I replied warmly.

She seemed to notice me as if for the first time.

“Waste of money. Very hard for me,” she said.

Tuk was a part of the gig economy and recently work had been drying up. It was clear that every shopping trip she did was an important piece of a very tight budget.

I helped her move the smashed remains of the eggs to a bin.

“I’ll get you some more eggs,” I said.

“No money,” she replied mournfully.

“Let me help you.”

Without waiting for a response I went into the nearest grocery and returned with two fresh cartons.

“Oh, no! I cannot pay,” she said.

“Don’t worry. A gift for you.”

She looked at me somewhat incredulously. I smiled.

Now the reader might be puzzled at my apparent generosity towards a complete stranger but I am certain that you realise that there might be potential strings attached at some point. I had observed that Tuk was an attractive middle-aged woman, that she was not wearing a wedding ring and that she was sporting at least one tattoo. My brief encounter with her left me with the impression that she was probably single and short of money to boot.

We chatted together for a few minutes, Tuk thanking me a number of times.

“I am an English teacher,” I said, “Perhaps you would like some lessons?”

“I sorry but no money. I want to study but work is bad now.”

It was true that the economy has tanked recently. It was also becoming harder and harder to get a decent working visa too.

“I teach English as a volunteer. You don’t need to pay me money,”

Tuk smiled and I gave her my card.

“Call me if you would like to learn English. It’s free.”

We parted and she moved quickly towards the train station. I turned to see her pert bum disappearing into the rush-hour crowd. I doubted that she would call me but I knew that taking a chance was worth the loss of time and a few dollars.

Over the next month I passed through Thai Town half-a-dozen times, hoping to run into her. I did encounter some very cute Thai babes, though none offered me the pretext for starting up a conversation.

Then one day she sent a text message. It read:

“Hello Steve Thank you again for egg. Please I would like English class with you. Sorry I cannot pay. Tuk”

Through a long and sometimes amusing series of texts, we managed to find a time and place to meet to discuss her English class.

So it was that we met one afternoon in the Haymarket at a Chinese cafe. She was looking much happier. She wore a tight pair of denim shorts and a t-shirt that suggested she had a nice rack. Of course I was aware that Asian women were prone to exaggerating that aspect of their body with padded bras, but the presence of the outline of two broad nipples hinted that the packaging was less deceiving than usual.

“Tuk, where would you like to have your class?” I asked

We had already spent some time in polite chit-chat. We knew more about each other now. I was on my best behaviour and wanted her to trust me.

“Can you come my house Steve?” said replied.

This was the kind of answer I had hoped for. Even if my plans for bedding her were a pipe dream, at least that dream was a tiny bit closer now. So we made a time and parted company.

Now it was completely true that I was an English teacher. I had taught overseas and in my own country too. It was also true that most of the teaching I did nowadays was as a volunteer. I enjoyed doing it and I loved to help people. But it was equally true that I was at the wrong end of a long marriage, a passionless and now loveless arrangement. There was no sex and I still needed sex and having had a taste of Asian ladies in the bordello, I was keen to have more.

My first class with Tuk was uneventful. She lived in a small apartment that she shared with another Thai lady, Belle. The latter was ordinarily at Escort bayan work when we had our classes together. I focussed on making sure that my lesson was thorough and that Tuk felt engaged. She seemed really happy at the end.

“Sorry I cannot pay you. You very good teacher.”

“I enjoy teaching you Tuk. Please don’t worry about money.” I replied.

This was pretty much the level of our relationship over the next few weeks. Tuk was feeling me out, I suspected. I delivered good lessons with huge gobs of encouragement. I remained strictly-above-board, the gentleman teacher who had his student’s best interests at heart. She remained constant though there was more warmth in her replies and sometimes, a slight cheekiness that made me laugh.

Then one day after we had had a particularly amusing class, she turned earnestly to me and said, “Steve. I worry that I do not pay you.”

I reassured her that there was no problem. It was my pleasure.

But this time she was more persistent. We had had about a dozen lessons together and at the end of each she looked a little pained about being unable to offer me any money.

“You help me. I like to help you too,” she said, “In Thailand I study massage. I can do massage for you.”

“Do you mean like an exchange?” I replied innocently.

“Yes.”

I looked at her seriously, as if I was weighing her question heavily. Inside I was only too willing to go to the next stage.

“Are you sure you like this idea Tuk?”

“Yes. I help you and it is better for me. I feel this strong.” she said.

I agreed to the new arrangement.

“We start now,” she added, “Please wait I make nice massage place.”

She disappeared into another room and was gone for about ten minutes. As it turned out, this was her bedroom. She had made up her bed, put a lovely Thai spread on top, dimmed the lights, lit up some essential oils – made it an inviting place. She also changed into an even skimpier pair of shorts and a small, boob-clinging top. I guessed that this was because the massage was strenuous, but I hoped, of course, it was to get my attention.

I stripped down to my undies and lay face down on the bed. Her massage was strong and professional – no tickling of the balls or errant nail-scratching across the back. I turned over on her command and she gave me a smile.

“You very fit body Steve,” she said.

It was true that I did try to stay in shape and was youngish-looking for my age.

“Thank you,” I said.

Now that I could see her properly again, I noticed that she had worked up a bit of a sweat. She had curled up her t-shirt a notch and had a slightly flushed look in the face. In the dim light I could still make out her nipples. I didn’t think she was wearing a bra. I really wanted to grab her.

Tuk climbed back onto the bed.

“I finish your front, okay?”

“Sure Tuk,” I said.

Was it my imagination or was she staring at my package, tucked away in my blue briefs? In any event, she started to massage my legs, climbing astride my torso and giving me a birds-eye of her cute arse. As she worked her hands up to my thighs, it became increasingly difficult not to get aroused.

“That’s very nice Tuk,” I said.

“Do you like?”

“Yes, I like very much.”

In working my upper thighs and hips she would sometimes brush against my bulge, probably by accident. I felt a slight swelling and concentrated as hard as I could on other things in the room. Sometimes though, you can be a little too late with the mental gymnastics and today was one of those times. The shaft of my cock began to grow, leaving a more obvious bump in my briefs. She noticed and I saw a little smile on her face.

“I’m sorry.” I said pointing towards the offending bulge.

Tuk laughed and replied, “Is okay. Is natural.”

She continued to massage further up my torso and, since the ice was now broken, I allowed my dick to fully harden. My briefs are just that – brief – and soon enough the head of my penis was poking from the top. I knew that she could see it and this only made me more excited. She finished my upper torso and shoulders and then sat down next to me.

“Thank you. That was wonderful Tuk.”

“Is no problem Steve. Very easy for me.”

Tuk looked at my protruding head and said, “I think your friend need some help.”

“I think he does,” I replied, not quite knowing what she meant.

“I can help him?” she Bayan escort asked with a smile.

“Yes, please.”

What was about to happen, I wondered? What did she mean by help? I was hoping that, at the very least, I was going to get a hand-job. But things had moved so suddenly that I couldn’t be sure.

Tuk shifted to a new position adjacent to my groin and began to run her finger along the ridge of my cock. I groaned softly and closed my eyes.

“You like?”

“Yes Tuk. I very like,” I said

She laughed, adding, “All men like, I think.”

She continued to toy with my rod, sometimes applying more pressure, at other times arching her fingers to cup and massage my balls. It was excruciating in many ways, as if a prelude to a major event. Finally she pulled down my briefs.

“Lovely, lovely,” she cooed.

My dick really was rock hard. My balls were sitting snug below the shaft, as if on cue. I reached across and fondled her breast. She responded by pulling off her top, revealing two sexy brown melons. Yes, she did have a good rack, the nipples sitting higher than average and very chocolate brown in colour.

“You’ve got nice jugs Tuk,” I almost panted.

She probably didn’t know what jugs were but she could tell by my tone that I was making a compliment. We were at that point when things were about to break loose, or so I thought, when she did something a little odd. She spat on my cock and then began to rub it vigorously. I’d seen this kind of thing in porn movies of course, but it seemed very strange coming from a nice Thai girl. She repeated this a few times, using the spittle as a lubricant. I found it both exciting and mildly repellant.

I began rubbing under her shorts crotch line and quick as a flash, her pants came off, revealing very much the body I had imagined. Her pussy was shaved except for a little exclamation mark of hair. There was one other thing – she had a tattoo with “love” written in a fancy font just above the line of hair. Baring her gorgeous arse to me, there was yet another tat just above her bum – a playboy girl motif. I knew from experience that Thai women did not usually have these kinds of tats. My mind began to whirl – who was this girl?

“You want I suck him?” she said cutely.

“I love,” was all I could say.

My cock-head had only just disappeared into her mouth when there was a commotion outside the room. Someone had come home. I guessed it was her flatmate Belle.

Tuk leapt up and dressed. She whispered sorry to me and dashed out. I could hear the girls chatting in Thai, the musical sounds of the language rising and falling. I wondered whether I was supposed to get dressed or stay put. In any event, I pulled on my undies and lay flat on my face in a massage position.

Tuk returned a few minutes later.

“Steve. Belle return. I say we massage time now. She understand but only short time.”

“Do you want me to go now?” I said.

“No. I finish but we be quiet.”

I certainly didn’t want to go. I was very horny and wanted to cum, having been held in suspense for so long. But I didn’t want to upset her home life or get off on the wrong foot with Belle.

“What did you say to Belle?” I whispered.

“I say I give you massage. Pay for English study.”

Tuk pulled down my briefs and began to rapidly fellate my dick. It stood instantly to attention and even though she kept her clothes on, it was very exciting. Having her room-mate just a few metres away was even more thrilling. In no time at all I was blowing a long hot load into her mouth. I saw her swallow and knew right then that I had to have her again, no matter what.

A short time later we were both in the living room, me chatting to Belle in my own charming way.

“Tuk say you are very good English teacher,” Belle noted.

“Well, Tuk is very good at massage,” I replied.

“Maybe you teach me too Steve?” she added with a smile.

It was a smile that got me wondering. Sitting right next to Tuk on the sofa, could Belle smell something tell-tale on her breath? Was she kidding around?

“Maybe someday,” I said.

I noticed that Tuk was looking uncomfortable so I said my goodbyes.

On the way home I sent Tuk a text.

“Is everything okay Tuk?” it read.

“Yes. No problem. See you next week.” was her reply. It was accompanied by a red rose emoji.

Now I am not a cultural specialist but the events at Tuk’s place had Escort left me feeling a little thrown. Firstly there was Tuk’s unladylike tattoos and her willingness to dive straight into sex. Then there was the come-hither flirting of her flat mate Belle who seemed to know more than she let on. And the relationship between the two of them seemed, well, odd.

A few days later I was passing through the Chinatown district when I ran into Belle. She was sipping a bubble-tea on the pavement. There was really no avoiding her as she saw me in the distance and was already waving. To be honest, she looked beautiful in black tights and a crop-top designed to perfectly highlight a slim figure and pert boobs.

“Thai milk tea?” was my opening remark.

“Not today,” she purred, “Oolong.”

We chatted for a while. She worked in two nearby massage salons and was in between customers.

“Did you train in Thailand?” I asked her.

“Yes. But really I’m a hairdresser. The money is better in massage.”

It crossed my mind that her job entailed more than just massage. I got the impression too that she was reading my mind.

“You know about Tuk, yes?” she said, changing the subject.

“What do you mean?”

“What her job in Thailand?”

Belle has this way of angling her face and looking through the shock of hair that fell across her eyes.

“Tuk told me she worked in the hotel trade. Room service and stuff like that.”

“That’s funny!” Belle snorted, “Special room service, I think.”

“Sorry, I don’t understand,” I replied.

But really, I think I did understand.

“Steve. She a bar girl. You know, fuck-fuck many men.”

I was silent for a moment, then replied.

“Well, that’s no matter. I am just her English teacher. I don’t care about her past.”

Belle seemed surprised by my collectedness, perhaps expecting something closer to shock.

“You watch out. She honey-trap for you.”

I smiled and we parted company. I hung back a little and watched her disappear along the street, her shapely butt swinging with each step. I thought of following her to see her place of work but decided against it. Still, apart from her keenness to stab her friend in the back, there was something else troubling about her.

I considered the possibility that she was a lady-boy (I had met quite a few) but there was an over-riding femininity about her. If she was a lady-boy, then she had gone to great lengths to conceal it in public. Of course that didn’t bother me at all. I just couldn’t understand where she was coming from, particularly concerning Tuk.

So when next I met with my student, I was a little surprised that she was absolutely normal. Our lesson proceeded as expected, she was both cheerful and attentive, and I was at my ease. At the conclusion, without asking, she went to her bedroom, presumably to set up the massage space. While she was occupied, I had a poke around the apartment. Belle’s door was open a crack and I peered in. I was surprised by the centrally located double-bed and what seemed like a room set up for a couple.

Tuk came back and I asked her if Belle had a boyfriend.

“No, she no boyfriend. You like her?”

“No Tuk. I am not interested in her. I was just curious.”

Tuk visibly brightened at my answer and she ushered me into her room. She had made an even greater effort at Thai homeliness, with more drapes, cushions and candles creating a soft and sensuous mood.

“This is lovely Tuk. Very beautiful.”

She smiled and closed the door, this time locking it.

“That’s a good idea, honey,” I said.

“Belle come home later today. You sad?”

The games women play will always befuddle me. So Belle was the new theme and Belle obviously was a rival. I walked up to Tuk and put my arms around her neck.

“I don’t want Belle. I want you.”

“I happy.”

Tuk undressed me, which I let her do. Then she jumped out of her shorts and top. For the first time I got a good look at her body face-on. She was slim, yet shapely where it counted, with a small waist, cute bum and firm tits. She was brown as a berry and as I hove in closer to kiss her, I saw that she had a few very small tattoos that I had missed. These were small Chinese characters, arranged in rows of three.

Tuk dropped to her knees and took my rising member in her mouth. All the while she gazed up at me like a doe, kissing and swallowing my dick with a vigorous joy. What Belle had said was probably true – she had been a hooker – but frankly I didn’t care. This was another time and place and I wasn’t paying. That’s all that mattered.

But my complacency was about to be shaken by revelations that I could never have predicted.