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Date Posted: 05:21:20 12/30/06 Sat
Author: taurus2124
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 144.138.54.51
Subject: Chapter 90
In reply to: taurus2124 's message, "The Rising Dragons ... continued ..." on 06:45:06 11/18/06 Sat

Chapter 90


The next evening Madame Cheung’s limousine cruised along the streets of Bangkok heading for the area called the most popular ... nay infamous "red-light district" for westerners in all of Asia where the Rising Dragons ran numerous business interests.

“Nikita tells me, that you were well pleased with her services.”

“That is true Madame ... I could not have wished for anything more.”

“Good ... I am pleased to hear it, as I am to know that you are here visiting Thailand. I hope you will be interested in doing business with us once you have had a chance to inspect our business interests here and in Koh Samui.”

“Thank you Madame. I’m sure I will.”

“As you are no doubt aware Bangkok is a city of contrasts, ancient and ultramodern, beautiful and, in a word ... seedy.”

“Yes ... I had noticed.”

Madame Cheung laughed momentarily then picked up her phone and called through to her driver with an address ... “Soi Patpong, between Silom and Surawong” ... she ordered. Then turning to Michael said, “We’ll be heading to Patpong where, as I said last evening, I have just opened a new business that you might like to inspect.”

“Of course.”

“Unfortunately Chan is unable to park the limousine close to the club, so we’ll play the tourist tonight and check out some of the attractions along the way as it is only a short walk to my new premises.”

“That’s okay.”

“Patpong is one of Bangkok's famous night street markets, with everything you may want or need. Perhaps some trinket will take your eye Nikita?”

“Perhaps, but you have given me everything I need already Madame.”

“That is true Nikita, yet what girl can resist a bargain? Hmm?”

“We shall see.”

Looking at Michael once again Madame Cheung continued, “It’s a business district by day Monsieur LeDeaux, but Patpong really only comes to life at dusk when the pursuit of sex is its main appeal.”

Michael nodded. “Interesting.”

“It has inevitably become a tourist "must see” and is the hub of our enterprise. Sex is what some tourists come for and sex is what I provide ... at a price.”

“So tell me Madame Cheung ... how many business interests do the Rising Dragons have in Bangkok in total?”

“Oh, Monsieur LeDeaux!” she said, amusement dripping from her words. “The Rising Dragons have carte blanche under my jurisdiction and patronage here in Bangkok. There are numerous bars, erotic shows, massage parlours, clubs and of course our exclusive escort services that we own and operate.”

“I see.”

“There are far too many to put a figure on ... but at a guess it is in the hundreds. Why ... there are over a 100 back-to-back neon-lit bars here in Patpong itself. The Rising Dragons own all the land here and we also collect over 10 million baht monthly from rent alone.”

“Very profitable and ... impressive.”

“Thank you.”


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Nikita was incredulous as to what Madame Cheung was sprouting on about the Rising Dragons’ “interests”. She was horrified especially given her first hand knowledge of the girls involved and how they came to be in her service. Although her eyes relayed interest in what she was telling Michael, inside she was seething at the loss of innocence of the girls and boys involved in these establishments. The sooner they took Madame Cheung out of the equation and brought her into Section One couldn’t come quick enough for her.

She wondered how she would be able to avoid being desensitized by Patpong and not come away disturbed, troubled or bothered by what she would see. The quicker Section could minimize the abuses obviously taking place in these few blocks of the City of Angels, where virtually anything sensual that was available could be bought, then the better it would be for the hundreds of girls and young boys forced to live this debouched way of life. Her faith in human decency had been shattered and she hoped that there was indeed some redeeming feature about Patpong and that something else, something more positive was also going on.


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The streets were full with people milling around. The blue and red Thai taxis cruised along Patpong 1 lane and tuk-tuks carried inquisitive tourists past the hustle and bustle of street vendors, bars, restaurants, massage parlours and hotels. After travelling down the short lanes stretching between Silom and Surawong Roads where the glow of neon lights made it seem like daylight, the limousine pulled into the curb and Madame Cheung, Nikita and Michael got out of the vehicle. Four of her bodyguards followed at a discreet distance.

“My new premises are a short walk from here ... shall we?”

“Mais oui ... Madame.”

Overzealous salesmen and touts were pestering the tourists for their dollars as they strolled past the night market selling clothes, fake watches and souvenirs down the centre of Patpong 1 and out along Silom Road. Sandwiched between stalls hawking Louis Vuitton luggage and Chanel handbags, jade trinkets and flip-flop sandals, they passed Bangkok's fast-talking, baht-barking watch vendors, selling their cache of knock-off luxury timepieces. Many eyes scrutinized the three well dressed people as they walked along obviously heading to the new club just recently opened down the street.

With Madame Cheung’s earlier words echoing in her ears, Nikita ambled over to a watch vendor with a sign saying ... “SUNEE’S EXCLUSIVE WATCHES” ... where all kinds of watches from quartz, to automatic models were to be seen. Sunee offered a blinding collection of brand names of just about every high-end Swiss timepiece on the market. There were watches from Baume & Mercier, Rado, Omega, Panerai and Cartier. There were also dozens of gold and diamond-encrusted Rolexes and Guccis all looking tantalizingly genuine. A stern looking woman greeted her approach with a slight nod.

Fingering an Omega Constellation, Nikita couldn't help but exclaim, "This can't be fake!"

"Same same, but different," the proprietoress answered.

They did look the part and Nikita cast her eye on one that particularly caught her attention. A Diamond Cintrée Curvex watch from Franck Muller with its pretty blue band and face the colour of her eyes took her fancy. At first and second glance, it looked and felt a lot like the real thing. Although it was a multi-functional watch, it was embellished with precious stones that made it all that more appealing as it sparkled under the glare of the bright lights. The watch had a golden case set with three rows of diamonds and its amazing and attractive design with the combination of diamonds made it so appealing to Nikita.

“How much?” She said fingering the exquisite timepiece.

“14,600 baht. Very good price,” Sunee replied watching her intensely, eager for a sale.

“You have exquisite taste my dear ... Although this is only an imitation, that particular Franck Muller watch design is one of his most expensive timepieces. They sell for about $US130, 000.00,” Madame Cheung interrupted coming up to stand beside her.

“Really?”

“Nikita you don’t need a replica when you can have the real thing.”

“Yes I know ... but it is pretty.”

Nevertheless, she replaced the watch back on the table, then turning to the owner replied, “Thank you ... but no thank you ... it’s a little too pricey.”

“How much you pay? I give you good price!” She implored as Nikita moved away with Madame Cheung, ignoring the seller’s entreaty.

Michael had witnessed Nikita’s exchange at the stall and as they continued walking further down the street past the other market stalls, he stepped in to haggle with the spry little lady with the beady but piercing eyes. A toothy grin appeared from her mouth as the debonair gentleman bartered competently for the watch. She was impressed with his haggling skills and finally agreed on a modest price for the timepiece of 2,300 baht. Placing the watch in its protective box, she gave it to him.

Michael quickly followed the two women, the watch safely in the pocket of his jacket.


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