Duped into Sex Slavery in Asia - Sex Stories

Duped into Sex Slavery in Asia

... with Thai men seemed kind of yucky. She found Thai men gross. Niu assured her that many of the bars catered to tourists. Cassie thought about it and began to worry that if she was working in a bar that attracted Australians, she would be embarrassed.

She told Niu, “Actually I would prefer to work in a bar that catered to locals.”

He smiled and said, “Ah, this is better.”

Cassie knew from what she’d heard and the looks she’d gotten here that Thai men and boys found Western women and girls, particularly blondes like her, intriguing and attractive. She could see the way Niu looked at her too. But he seemed nice and, in a desperate situation, he was being very helpful.

Niu wasn’t what he seemed, of course, but he was good at what he did. He got paid for steering girls like Cassie to Chinese gangs which controlled many of the bars and brothels. These organizations were called the “Piglet Gangs” by the Thai police.

Niu brought Cassie to the 13K Triad. Lao Chai was the boss. He was in his late fifties and had been on top for ten years. Producing false passports and stealing legitimate passports to transport poor Thai girls to Western countries was just one of his profitable, but illegal businesses.

The gang also transported prostitutes to Japan in cooperation with the Yakuza - the Japanese mafia. Because of gangs like the 13K Triad, Bangkok had become a transit center for human trafficking. The gang ran three brothels in Bangkok and had controlling interests in ...

... two bars.

Niu escorted her to the warehouse which the gang used as its headquarters. A fat Chinese named Dong sat behind a desk in a ramshackle office.

“He says your purse was stolen,” Dong said, pointing to Niu.

“Yes.”

He asked Cassie how much she’d lost. She started off very cautiously, but as she told him her tale of woe, she blurted out everything and at the end, she was stifling back tears. She even told him she was going to have to wait for nearly a month to be able to contact her parents. Without a credit card and a plane ticket, she admitted to him she was stranded in Thailand. When she told him the amount of traveler’s checks that had been stolen, he whistled.

“That’s a lot, Missy,” he said sympathetically. “How you gonna make that kind of money?”

“I don’t know,” Cassie answered. “He,” she said, pointing at Niu, “he said I could earn money waiting tables… and, uh, go-go dancing.”

Dong nodded and smiled.

“You got good attitude,” he asked her?

“Yes,” she answered quickly, her face lighting up at the way he first asked about one of her good traits that she’d just reflected on herself when Niu first brought up the opportunity. Some things, like attitude and work ethic apply across all cultures, Cassie thought, feeling better about this job and her prospects already.

“Good. Can you follow directions,” he asked her?

“Yes, absolutely,” she said, feeling good, smiling from ear-to-ear.

He told her she would be dancing on a stage wearing a ...