The FARANG Speaks 2 Much (tfs2m)

It had been a successful day on the trading floor.  Noi and Rat had chalked up some massive gains and it was obvious they were headed for the big time in their careers.  Their limited charms however would normally mean another night alone for both of them, but hey it was a Friday night and the soapie beckoned.

‘Let’s try Andy’s’ said Noi, ‘I know some of the men they have there are a bit rough, but it’s cheap and cheerful and we want to keep enough money back for a few beers later.’

Walking down to Andy’s they passed a number of desolute looking farang who were trying to catch their eye - the girls knew they had families to support back in Croydon and wanted to sell you their cocks, but the girls also knew hooking up on the street was dangerous, some of these men were Trekkies, you just couldn’t take the chance.

Entering Andy’s they got themselves a beer each and sat by the glass and looked through to the medium sized white fucking machines all sitting down - some were quite demure and defensive looking while others were sitting confidently with legs apart sporting some bulges surely more kleenex than flesh but enticing nonetheless. ‘Wonderpouches I bet’ said Rat to herself.

The album was brought out and the girls scanned the photos and albums - ‘So who is in today?’
Noi read from the cards…. ‘We have…. Wolfie, Oilwalker, Smutty, Tafky, Pump, DrBend, PantSmell, OldBentfold and Librarian.

‘Between us we’ve had most of these once haven’t we?’ said Rat ‘if only we had got here earlier we might have been able to pick up some sideliners’ - ‘OK, it’s not much of a choice, but we’ve gotta pick one of them - or two - if we fancy a sandwich’ said Noi with a feeling that abstinence was getting more attractive all the time.

‘Well’, said Rat ‘ If you’re going for a sandwich don’t pick Pump and Oilwalker together, you can never tell them apart, especially when one is down between your legs - what about Wolfie?’

‘He’ll crush you’ replied Noi ‘and last time I had him I found a mobile phone and a set of keys in my fanny the next morning’

‘Hmmm’ said Rat ‘that’s reduced the selection to six - what other pointers can you give me?’

‘Avoid DrBend’ said Noi quickly ‘He’ll discharge after about 15 minutes and just sit there looking smug leaving you with nothing to do for an hour and a quarter - trust me, having your jugs massaged for an hour gets very tedious - oh and Smutty…. misnomer if there ever was one, always fussing with his hair, by the time he’s finished hot-rolling it your 90 minutes is almost up.

‘While we are at it’ said Rat ‘ I suggest passsing on Tafky… shite all over the walls last time and I was never really sure if it was his or mine….. Pantsmell is well named he can’t have changed them since February and the Librarian seems to be reading a book but he has a small periscope and is ogling us at this very moment - cheeky bastard!’

‘Hummmmm that only leaves OldBentfold’ mused Noi ’shall we share him?’ ‘Yeah, sounds like a plan’ replied Rat.

‘So,’ Noi asked later as they were both being loaded into the ambulance, ‘what sort of medical cover do you have Rat?’