18. The superstar
As soon as number 12 was done and had left the hotel room Larson called Bjorn.
- I went to your favourite bar in soi 6, said Larson
- Who did you take?
- Number 12.
- Number 12? The superstar?
- That’s the one.
- He sure is pretty.
- He is spectacular.
- You were lucky he was in. I hear he is out most of the time. Usually he is taken off twice a night. How was he?
- I would not call it sex.
- What would you call it?
- Idol worship.
- He he. Yes. That happens with the most popular ones.
- Mamasan said he could do anything. Maybe he can but he didn’t.
- What did he do?
- Nothing.
- Nothing at all?
- Nil. Zero. Zilch.
- Really?
- It was like being in an audience with the Emperor of Rome. Such a spoilt arrogant kid. Everything was on his terms. He allowed me to admire him. He would not touch me but he was generous enough to let me service him.
- Maybe he was oversexed. If he does it with two customers a night, plus a sugar daddy boyfriend he might live with, plus a regular customer or two in the afternoon before he goes to work he will be exhausted.
- That would explain why he was bored.
- Was there any finale?
- No. He had none and I wasn’t even invited to the party.
- He must be oversexed.
- Whatever he was he wasn’t worth it.
- What did you pay him?
- I didn’t want to pay him.
- That’s asking for trouble.
- I guessed it would be. I gave him 1500 and he didn’t even say thank you. It was just half an hour anyway. Then superstar boy left with the speed of light.
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