Las Vegas: A Short Story

The taxi driver dropped me off at Nana, or NEP, which is short for the Nana Entertainment Plaza, a three-story complex of go-go bars and beer bars. Complete with flashing lights and scantily clad women, Nana looked every bit like the seediest part of Las Vegas, only with more T and A. Being male through and through, I walked through each and every establishment on autopilot, consuming bottle after bottle of Heineken and an equal number of shots of Tequila. The scent of vagina was everywhere, or maybe I was just imagining it, and I scoured the playing field like a lion in search for a lioness to satisfy his primal urges. 
She is out there, waiting for men to find her, ready for any adventure that comes with her business. Every night, she waits, knowing the foreign men are on the prowl, testosterone seeping into the night, searching impatiently. 
By 3AM, the bars were emptying and I was standing in front of the Nana Hotel, watching the procession of whores make their way out to the street. They all had somewhere to go; to their apartment to sleep, to a hotel to earn their

Short-time?”
“You want I stay with you all night?”
“I don’t know. How much?” 
“Short-time, 500-baht,” she said, giggling. “You hansum man.”
“What about your friend? Can I have you both?”

They turned and looked at one another, laughing. 
“No problem! You like my friend, we go with you! Where you stay?”
The fullness in my loins was growing stronger and the urge to getting naked as quickly as possible was now my sole mission.
“Royal Garden Hotel,” I said. “We can walk.” 
As we walked alongside Sukhumvit Soi 3 towards the hotel, I began thinking of everything I was going to do, playing the x-rated video in my mind. I had never been with two women at once but I was confident I could figure out the mechanics.

They were 20 and 22, taut and fit, and once through the door, they immediately stripped off all their clothes and got naked. I thought Thai women were shy and conservative. How wrong I