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French Woman’s Ordeal Part 1
By Sonya Esperanto sonyaesperanto_15@hotmail.com
Story:
It was a hot day in Pattaya, Thailand. It was summer time. The locals were running around, with hats on their heads, and here they watch the Western tourists, walking around. Foreigners from Scandinavia love Thailand’s heat.
Claire was walking around. Claire was an attractive woman, originally from Bretagne, somewhere in the West Coast of the France, that faced the Atlantic Ocean. She stood at 6 feet tall, with medium brown hair and light brown eyes, and pretty Alpine looking. She had a large buxom ass and very large breasts, at 40D. She also had the body of a supermodel.
As it was summer time, Claire was walking around, carrying shopping bags on both hands. It was cheap to buy things over in South East Asian countries. She was dressed in a long red dress, had a large sombrero-style hate on, shades on (something like sun glasses) and she noticed how she was getting the attention of the local men, who were much shorter than she was.
The wolf whistles and compliments in Thai, seemed to have made her smile. Being single with no children, Claire had all the freedom in the world. For a living, she was a CEO. She had a high reputation and enjoyed bossing her male employees around. She was a strong feministic woman. She hoped that her own country would be more like those in Scandinavia.
Later, in the evening, Claire went to a local Thai nightclub, full of foreigners and tourists. The disco music was good and Claire was sat all by herself, on a table, enjoying her drink. While she was drinking, she had been joined by a man. He smiled, “Hi, may I join you”. She was smiling. He was quite handsome. The accent sounded like somewhere from the Mediterranean and was tall, dark and handsome.
“Yes, please do. I could use the company”, Claire smilingly said. She wanted to meet handsome guys, who would come here. But she wanted to avoid Americans and English, since she thought them too arrogant. He joined her and smiled.
“I’m Hasan”, offering his hand to Claire. She took his and said, “I’m Claire. You speak good English.” Hasan returned back the compliment, “So do you”.
After having a normal conversation, they got along really well. Hasan was from Lebanon, from Beirut. He was also vacationing in Thailand and was a tourist agent, in Beirut. Lebanon has as many ancient ruins, like those of Greece and Italy.
“Hey listen, Hasan. I have got to go the toilet. Could you watch my drink for me, please”, Claire had asked. “No problem”, he replied back in French, since he could speak French as well, to Claire. Claire got up from her seat and walked to the table. She didn’t finish her drink. But while she had been gone, Hasan took out something from his jacket. It was a small bottle. He opened it and took out some dissolvable pill. He put it, inside Claire’s half empty glass. He watches it dissolve, smiling. Hasan is obviously one of those guys, who spike women’s drinks and turn them to rape victims.
When Claire finally got back, she smiled at Hasan. She sat down again and finished her drink up, saying to him, “My place or yours?” Hasan smiled, “Yours”.
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Hasan drove them back to her motel. He rented this car (at a very cheap price). Hasan opened the motel door for them but by the time he did, Claire felt disoriented. This was when the pill was starting to take effect. “I feel dizzy”, Claire said. Her mind wasn’t working and thinking very well, like she felt she had too much to drink. Gullible Claire.
When they got inside, Hasan helped her to the bed. She looked dizzy and from the looks of it, Hasan placed a large tray beside her. She went down to sniff it, and she recognized it. It reminder her of Cocaine. Then she felt and saw some light flashes.
Hasan was taking pictures, of Claire taking drugs. Claire wasn’t sure what to make of this but she collapsed, on the bed. Hasan smiled. He was going to leave in the morning and outside her door, place a “Don’t Disturb” Sign. This was his plan. He was going to come back here tomorrow and he also made sure that he left some copies of the picture, next to her and a letter.
(to be continued)
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