Daily Chronicles of an Asian Executive: Thailand
In the new diary entries from the corporation's computer aid hire, a woman named Mia Tanaka shares her experiences while working for this company. As a stipulation of her position, she is required to log her daily thoughts in a shared document accessible by her employer, Mr. Andrew Jackson. These journal entries detail her transition from a respected American woman to working at a Thai gorilla pub, with a ruthless boss. The plot is an extension of "Mao Meiliang meets Andrew Jackson," with different characters. Thanks to zoeleong for the inspiration.
Diary entries of #205323;
Name: Mia Tanaka
Job: Economy assistant
Office: International relations
Physical appearance: Slim body, nice butt, perky boobs, long black straight hair, shaven vagina, medium height. View attached album with pictures from the hidden camera in her apartment.
Salary: $26,000 USD OO
Age: 23
Sexual preference: Heterosexual. Fetishes and fantasies still unrecorded.
Ethnic group: Mix Thai-Chinese
March 26, 2023
Dear diary, it's been a few days since my last entry in this journal. It was suggested that I should constantly track my thoughts in this shared Google document as a condition of my job. I'm attending a corporate retreat in Thailand next week and figured this would be a perfect opportunity to write again.
However, I'm not entirely informed about what's happening. They merely sent me an email with an airline ticket and the name of my hotel - The Red Dragon. I haven't been informed of the details of the event, but people at the office always get excited about it since it's annual. I'm probably the only woman attending this year, along with my white male supervisors.
The workplace is a bit misogynistic, and I've received many crude remarks and humiliating remarks since I started working here. I've been good at ignoring them or laughing it off so far. Maybe I'll have the chance to interact with some strong female attendees at the conference, which will boost my resistance. It's tempting to give in and conform to their expectations.
xoxo Mia Tanaka
April 6, 2023
Dear diary, I'm currently at Bangkok Airport in Thailand. This is the first time I've ever traveled outside the United States. It's odd seeing so many women with features similar to mine but unable to understand the words they're saying.
Regarding the fashion here, Thai women dress less conservatively compared to back home. They wear tight skirts and tops that show off their bodies. I'm wearing jeans, sandals, and a hoodie, not appropriate for this weather. I'll need to change into more suitable clothes when I reach my hotel. Maybe I should consider purchasing some simple dresses during my stay.
But then again, as long as I don't run into any of my colleagues at this conference, I can wear whatever I please.
Dear diary, I just found out my luggage was misplaced at the airport. The company didn't approve my baggage charges. They assured me extra clothes would be delivered from their lost and found department when I arrived at the hotel.
As I waited a few hours at the airport, something strange occurred - a stream of bars with mostly white men and Asian women passing by. The next thing I knew, I was in my hotel room, naked, unloading my jeans and black underwear into the laundry bin and immediately falling asleep.
Upon waking up and feeling sleepy due to jet lag, I got in the shower and washed my lean figure thoroughly, feeling proud of my small but rounded behind and slim waist. I always loved wearing tight pants when dancing with my girlfriends back in America to attract attention.
Drying my long, black hair and entering my room only in a towel, I discovered a paper bag with new garments from the hotel. With my mischievous nature, I started to wonder if those clothes had previously belonged to a prostitute, given their skimpy nature. Confused and aroused, I couldn't avoid thinking about who might've delivered them while I was asleep, without a sheet on my bed.
Recently, I found myself at the phone, ready to dial the reception for some fresh clothes. However, something caught my attention before I could dial the number - a pair of white stockings with a black bow that were lying on the bed. These stockings had been on my wish list for a while, and it had just dawned on me - with everyone out of the room, this was the perfect opportunity to try them on. What if someone saw me? The thought of being seen all alone in my room wearing stockings excited me even more.
Jumping at the opportunity, I picked up the stockings and put them on, gradually pulling them up my legs and thighs. As I did this, I noticed a black mini skirt that went well with the stockings. Just as I was about to put it on, I found a black corset with a pink tied front. It revealed my stomach and shoulders, making me quite naked, except for the stockings and the corset. Who knew the owner of this bag was my size? It seemed plausible that she might have been Asian too, considering the color coordination.
Intrigued, I decided to try on more clothes. I removed all my garments and put on a checkered mini skirt with a matching belt, complementing my naked upper body. I noticed no bra or underwear in the bag, which led to a dilemma. Feeling adventurous, I decided to wear the skirt without any support. I bent down slightly, disappointingly realizing that my behind was visible through the skirt fabric.
Quietly, I slipped on a black pair of stockings next. What a change from my usual casual attire. I put on the tallest black heels I could find - they were at least seven inches tall! I've never worn anything like this before, so I walked carefully to avoid a potential fall.
The next item was a pair of minuscule black hot pants with a sparkly belt imitating fake diamonds. They were so small that they resembled bikini panties. However, they seemed to accentuate my figure perfectly. But there was a catch - they had pockets but no room for my phone. If I wanted to go outside, I would have to leave my phone behind.
With the hot pants, I put on a black leather jacket whose sleeves covered my arms but left my belly and back exposed. I was shocked by how different I looked compared to my regular attire. The jacket zipper was also unzipped, presenting my belly button to the world.
The finishing touch was a red choker.
Unexpectedly, there was makeup in the bag, which I applied. I put on a blue eyeliner, pink lipstick, and ruffled my hair using perfect makeup mirrors. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I could barely believe it was me.
Considering my location, I had an unusual idea. My new outfit was quite different from what I normally wore at home. But here, so far from home, no one would recognize me. I contemplated sneaking out of the hotel, hoping to get a few blocks away before anyone suspected it was me. I edged closer to the elevator, making sure no one was waiting on my floor, and entered it alone. When I reached the ground floor, I ensured there was ample activity in the reception to avoid getting caught.
Emerging from the elevator was a terrifying experience. I stood, nearly naked, in a small side street, contemplating my next move. The streets had lots of small eateries and bars, and as I walked slowly, teetering in the high heels, I admired the Thai women wearing black underwear. One of the girls offered some guy a 'blowjob for 800 bath', which I wasn't sure how much it meant in terms of monetary value.
As I continued walking down the street, I realized I was missing an important detail - my passport. It was in the bag I had checked at the airport, and I'd been too tired and preoccupied with the missing luggage to retrieve it. And without my passport, I was just an Asian girl wearing scanty clothes. The thought thrilled me.
Eventually, I arrived at a bar. The women standing outside looked at me and immediately ignored me, which surprised me. They were dressed like prostitutes, but I was equally, if not more, revealing. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to walk into the bar. A few male customers sat inside, stroking Asian girls. One girl, in particular, let a customer feel her beneath her denim shorts while she kissed him passionately. The whole place was ripe with erotica on display.
Feeling brave, I decided to return to the hotel. I knew I wouldn't be able to make it past the guards without showing them my room keycard. However, the sneakiest part of this plan was that my passport with my photo wasn't in the room. I'd stored it in my overhead small bag during the flight, and I had forgotten to retrieve it. The thought of leaving the hotel scantily clad and without any ID was frightening, yet exciting.
I find myself intrigued by this spot, with a higher concentration of male customers than the other establishments I've come across. They're young—possibly college-aged—and dressed in matching sports tees. One can only assume that a university soccer team is visiting Thailand and decided to experience a strip club.
I get even closer and can't quite decipher the logos or their shirts' details, but I see a kicking-ball symbol, confirming my suspicions. Suddenly, an older Thai woman approaches me. She speaks rapidly in her native language, realizing I don't comprehend a word; she stops. Mature with curly black hair and wearing a revealing purple dress, she displays quite a few assets, including generous cleavage. I can't help but smile at this alluring Thai MILF.
"Do you understand me? Are you seeking employment? We're quite busy tonight!" she asks, leading me to a side entrance to an alley. She seems to hold the authority, having a notepad and pen in hand.
"Can you comprehend what I'm saying? Are you looking for a job? Just turn around." She gestures for me to turn, and I obey. "You have a sizable behind—indeed, a beautiful face. However, you need to calm down. Open your mouth." She produces two large pills from a small bottle and places them on my tongue. "These'll make you delighted and aroused. Just trust me on this." I swallow what I assume to be some sort of medications.
"Nong, come over here and assist the newcomer in dressing up and fix her makeup!" a petite dancer adorned with huge yellow earrings exclaims, leaping down off the bar. Boosted by sky-high heels and a bikini scrap, her flat chest contrasts sharply with my well-endowed bust. She chatters away in Thai before demanding, "Grab hold of my hand, and I'll show you—[bare alley].
My heart picks up speed, and my sensations intensify: the lights and colors are so vivid, the fetid odor in the hallways overwhelms me, and the pulsating bass beats from the speakers outside vibrate my frame.
"I'm Nong," she announces, helping me into a changing room with multiple mirrors and racks of various swimwear. "We'll dance together and remain together this evening; this is your first time, right?" she queries. "Mamasan is our foremost leader—she's in charge of everything, including our protection. I'm also an illegal immigrant. Where are you from?"
"I'm Mia." I regret my choice of name later on since it was my actual name. Pretending to have poor English, I try to mask my American identity by speaking with a fake Thai accent. "My English comprehension is limited," I lie, attempting to conceal my origins. "Mamasan provided me... with a drug?" I attempt to query about what the black pills were that made me feel horny.
Nong frowns for a moment, then calmly responds, "Mamasan administered those pills? Oh dear. You must be exceptionally aroused by now. Merely remain with me and avoid small rooms with men." She leads me out of the dressing room, her frail wrists in close proximity to mine as we ascend onto the bar.
Several other young Thai women, dressed in bikinis, join us on the stage. Approximately seven or eight girls in total. Double the number of men and boys populating the audience below in chairs, cheering them on.
I mimic these dancers' movements and dance sultrily, freer than ever in front of them, almost completely naked given the bikini's inadequate coverage. The men touch my legs and feet, laughing and gulping down their drinks. [Mamasan] from the bar instructs us. "Ping! Gong! Go sit with the males and the soccer team and dance for them! Nong! Mia! Take your places immediately, [up front]! Get ready for a great time!". One can't help but marvel at the luxurious arrangement.
I can now distinguish the patrons more clearly. There are likely 15 or so young athletes in their blue shirts and shorts. They all appear to be strong and muscular and might be professionals. Some of them seem a bit hesitant, only glancing at the half-naked Asian girls, while others are more aggressive, grabbing and kissing the girls on the floor.
An endless stream of girls in bikinis is constantly going up and down the stairs from the bar above. Some are alone, and some are accompanied by customers. I shiver with a chill as I ponder what takes place upstairs when they enter a room with their clients. I make a mental note to stay away from upstairs. Possibly sneak up there later to observe.
Mi and Nong, along with six other girls, now dance to the rhythm for around ten minutes. Additional girls join us downstairs, causing it to become rather crowded. "Mia, Nong! Get down and serve the customers!" Mamasan's stern voice commands us. I don't hesitate to obey this time. I try to walk closer to Nong, imitating her movements while wearing high heels. She approaches a group of four football players who are relatively isolated, leaving only two girls to sit between them.
I can comprehend their speaking derogatively and racially about us girls, believing we don't understand English too well. I pretend to be Thai and sit down opposite Nong next to one of the rowdiest boys. He reeks of alcohol and arrogance.
"Dude, these Asian sluts are just drooling for our cocks. I'm telling you! Even if we didn't pay them, they would have sex with us, right?" He puts his bulky arm around Nong, kissing her mouth and rubbing her flat chest.
"Man, these gooks are basically free right now. For ten bucks, you can fuck them, and for fifty, you can do whatever you want with them!" He pulls my hand to his groin and had me rub his erect penis.
"Hey you LBFM!" The guy now looks at me. I later learned the acronym means Little Brown Fucking Machine. "Do you understand some English? Repeat after me: 'me so horny me fuck you long time!' hahaha."
I first looked puzzled, attempting to grasp the racist phrase he wanted me to repeat. He now pinched my nipple with his hand, causing me to gasp in pain, prompting him to repeat the request. "Mi soo HORNEY mi love yu looong time, mi so horney!!" I attempted to mimic a Thai prostitute's accent.
"Ben, come on, stop it," one of his teammates sounds less intoxicated and embarrassed.
"Shut up, Charles. You should take one of them upstairs and treat yourself, you loser. In fact, I'll take one of them right now!" He grabs Nong by her neck and lifts her up. I too stand up automatically, following Nong. "Oh, you want to join? Wow, you've got a fantastic ass. Maybe I'll fuck you instead of this bony skeleton haha!" He grabs my waist, hoisting me up over his shoulder, robbing me of my breath.
As he strolled past the hallway to the staircase, he handed over some money to Mamasan. She instructed us to occupy room 6. Was I about to have sex for money? Was my first experience going to be with a racist white male whom I barely knew by his first name? I was now filled with excitement. And there was little I could do, right? I couldn't scream, I didn't want to draw attention to myself.
The stairwell was a long, narrow corridor with numerous small rooms with no doors but just thin curtains. Walking past the initial rooms, I observed men engaging in various sex acts with petite Asians. I also noticed that the girls seemed to retrieve something from a large bowl before entering a room. Initially, I deduced they were condoms, but since I was carried, I didn't have the opportunity to take one.
Most rooms had either a bed or a sofa, but room 6 was simply a filthy mat on the floor. He tossed me down, ripped my skimpy clothes off, and prepared to have sex from behind. I could see a muscular guy with a strong back and short blonde hair. His name was Ben, right? Or Dan? I couldn't recall now, only knowing that I begged him to have sex with me.
He merely laughed, grabbed my elbows, and pressed my head into the mat. I felt his sweaty foot on my head, pressing me down as I completely lost control and experienced a powerful orgasm.
He aggressively continues to have sex with me until he ejaculates within me. He chuckles again, removing his foot and I can feel him pouring the remainder of his beer onto my naked, dripping body. When I am alone, I can simply smell my sweat and the odor of beer mingling in the room until Mamasan enters shortly to get me out of there and to the showers at the brothel.
The bathroom is sizeable but full of Thai women, who are clearly in the throes of being fucked. I'm hurriedly pushed into the center, feeling the cool water making me more alert. I attempt to reach for some soap from the wall, rinsing off the beer before I'm thrust out again.
Another room on the third floor features a large fan, drying us in seconds, then I'm led to the dressing room. I'm provided with only a black G-string and a fishnet bodysuit, leaving my breasts and belly exposed.
Andrew is a tall European man and has owned this and a handful of GoGo bars for several years.
A consistent influx of young Thai girls in search of quick cash work here for a few years until they are exhausted. However, his preferred employees are the illegal immigrants from countries like Cambodia, Philippines, Indonesia, and even China. They are desperate and extremely vulnerable.
Andrew has commanded these women, the Mamasans, to push them beyond their perceived limits. Naturally, he also makes money off of the most racist men frequenting the bars to degrade Thai girls.
Upon learning that a potential American woman named Mia might be working there that night, he couldn't resist checking on her himself. The girl was easily distinguishable by her more confused appearance and rounder, sexier derriere. Mia was now dressed in the aforementioned black G-string and fishnet bodysuit - revealing little.
As she approached, Andrew noticed his manhood becoming erect, enclosed within his suit pants. He rarely wore underwear.
Mia was ushered straight to the sofas where men were seated. She barely has time to sit down before a middle-aged man with a bold hairdo appears; he then drags her back up the stairs to the rooms.
As he passes, Andrew peeks into room 3 to hear Mia screaming in ecstasy, hoping to satisfy her pornstar-esque lover even more.
He returns to his office, retrieves his laptop, and checks the security footage. Andrew had instructed Mamasan to inform Mia that they couldn't find her clothing. Mia appeared perplexed and uncertain of where to go next. He assumed she might have a hotel room but couldn't get there now. She also seemed fatigued, as the clock indicated 4:00 in the morning.
Mia eventually made her way down to the dormitory, an underground area with ten or so mats. It was crowded, and the 20 or so naked young Asian girls had to sleep on top of one another after spending hours being ridden and dancing.
Andrew waited six minutes, letting them fall asleep, and then stealthily descended to snap images of the pile of exhausted girls before settling into a peaceful slumber himself.
The following morning, Andrew enjoyed a cup of coffee from a nearby Starbucks before revisiting the computer, noticing that the girls had arisen and traveled to the kitchen to consume some chicken soup.
Mondays at this GoGo bar included a theme involving slaves, with the girls donning various bondage objects such as handcuffs and ball gags. Andrew had also provided single-use shirts with the phrase "#LBFM" emblazoned on them, which the patrons could enthusiastically rip off the girls' bodies.
He took a seat midway down the gogo bar when it opened around 3:00 pm. Most patrons typically avoided the midday sun, but the bar boasted a pleasant, cool environment. A few elderly gentlemen like himself as well as three Asian attendants took orders and passed out drinks whilst looking burdened.
From his phone, Andrew texted Mamasan, asking her to coerce Mia into snorting some additional cocaine or MDMA and to work a couple more hours, all while searching for her concealed clothing.
True to his request, Mia emerged with three other Asian ladies wearing the aforementioned revealing shirts, ball gags, and their wrists cuffed behind their backs. Mia hadn't put on a ball gag, but that wasn't a concern, as Andrew had brought a bag brimming with sex toys. He signaled for Mia and a young Thai girl with long black hair split into double ponytails and dark eyelashes.
"Hello there, lovely ladies. I'm Andrew. I see you have difficulty speaking, dear Mia." He laughed heartily.
Mia reluctantly declared, "I'm Mia." Her gaze darted to Mamasan, waiting to see if any clothing had been located so she could leave.
"Hey there Mia, come and settle on my lap. I'm going to stuff a gag in your mouth for you." He lifted the compact Mia with little effort into his lap, encountering her supple behind grazing his upright cock. "Have you ever had anal before, this petite girl?" Andrew held onto Mia's waist with one muscular arm.
"No English, sir." Mia endeavored to hide her American accent again.
"I'm positive you're much more fluent, but intentionally pretending otherwise." He finished placing a crimson ball gag into her mouth and tied it behind her neck. Moving his available hand towards her behind, he began massaging it. "Bring some lubricant from my bag for me, or I'm going to fuck your ass on the spot." He whispered this into her ear.
She struggled to release his hand, instead grabbing at the lubricant in his belongings, as her legs sat curled up in his legs, absent of mobility. Andrew held her shirt, threatening to separate it from her bare body, exposing her in the bar.
"Attempt to escape me, attempt to stand up." Andrew guided in her ear and tightened his forceful grip on her waist. He positioned his digit close to her anal cavity.
"Mhff! Mffff!!" Mia tried to slide in his lap, but resigned to her station when the powerful, muscular man wouldn't let her move, allowing him to penetrate her anus with his fingertip.
Andrew withdrew his finger and reached for his candidate sex toy. It was a sleek, moderate-sized butt plug with two golden metallic discs on each side. The device linked to his phone, capable of either shaking intensely to heighten pleasure or producing intense electric shocks via the leash leading down to Mia's anus. He glided into her greased anus, before lifting her up before him. He bound her hands and strapped a collar around her neck affixing a lengthy leash.
Andrew apprehended her slim waist with his left arm, consequently holding his phone before her, scrupulously ensuring it was attached to her butt plug. His vocal tone shifted. "The Pretty Love Jefferson 6000 is the most recent in electro-sex gadgetry. Let me initiate by increasing the vibration setting to low 3." He increased the vibration setting on his phone from 0 to 2 out of a potential 8. The stimulation set off her body to shake and she vocalized louder.
"Next is a rather compelling feature. This device also holds the capability to bring forth electrical torture. For this demonstration, I'll set the voltage at 3 out of 8. This should be sufficient to propel her to orgasm. 8 is entirely out of control, as most of my clients couldn't handle that amount of current. Certainly, illegal.
"Wait for my cue and if you cum beforehand because of the pain, don't be ashamed. Mia has a hankering for the humiliating agony."
Moving the contraption away from her, Andrew escalated the torture shock to 3 from 0 out of 8. "6- 5- 4- 3- 2- 1 GO!" Andrew started fingering her vagina recklessly, commanding GO at the exact instant his fingertips contacted the trigger. Despite his hand on her body, he could feel the electrical jolts hyperstimulating her system, causing a powerful climax.
Two hours later, Mia was moved to a hidden basement slave auction. Her state: naked, hands tied behind her back, and again in possession of a ball gag. Adorning her neck was a collar, secured to a metallic hook in the ceiling. Altogether, Mia was unequivocally bonded alongside three other Thai damsels, similarly in a state of readiness to be purchased by the white-shirted, blue-jean-clad men in the sofas.
Asian brothels have a broad network of exchange and trade, selling outlawed women and fabricated passports. These investors owned bustling houses with red lights in Cambodia, recruiting girls for 8-month-long pursuits with further opportunities for extending stays.
Andrew migrated to her side and ran his hands along her petite body. He hooked nipple clamps onto her breasts. Attempting to gain the attention of the buyers, he mentioned, "This woman will cum irrespective of her customer. Beginning bid of 100 US dollars? No-one? Okay, I'll accept that. A bid from the gentleman in the Cambodia KTV gentleman club? Sold!" It seemed fate had shaped a brand new instance for Mia, an experience she could not have even dreamed of when she landed in Thailand.
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