At precisely 6:00 PM Hermione crossed the threshold of the hotel restaurant. Kittisak was waiting.
"Good boy. I don't like to be kept waiting," Hermione teased.
"Don't you look beautiful?" he offered.
She was dressed in a simple red dress, strapless, minimal cleavage, with a skirt that came half‑way down her things. Certainly not daring but it did display her faultless figure by its perfect fit. "Well spotted," she responded.
The hostess gathered two menus and asked them to follow her. She guided them to a private booth in the back with high back benches equipped with scarlet red seat cushions covered in faux leather. A small lamp hung over the table adding to the ambience which was enhanced by the scarlet red tablecloth. "The waiter will be over promptly," the hostess said. "I hope you enjoy your meal," and she returned to her station.
"I wanted to say how much I enjoyed our encounter earlier. You're astonishing," he gushed.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I didn't do that for your benefit. Sometimes a girl just wants to get fucked. Your dick happened to be available. I simply exploited its purpose. That's all," Hermione responded. "But I did have a question for you. Was that your first time?"
Even in the dim lighting she could see a blush rise in his face. "Well, first time with a farang," he answered. She was looking at him with an expressionless face. "Oh, sorry, we call non‑Thai people farang, essentially meaning foreigner. I meant no derision."
At this point the waiter appeared and asked if they were ready to place orders for their drinks.
"We'll need a few minutes," Hermione informed him.
Looking over the wine list Hermione spotted an Australian Cabernet Sauvignon from Seppelt Vineyards. I wonder if it compares favorably to a French Burgandy? Placing the wine list down on the table she studied this man as he looked over the selection of beers. He made his selection silently and looked up at Hermione.
"You're not at all like any Thai woman I know," he said.
"Oh? Say more." She suppressed the urge to offer a crude rejoinder about the quality of her pussy compared to Thai women.
"The only Thai women who might possibly do anything close to what you did this afternoon would be a bar girl, a very high‑priced bar girl. There are many bars that cater to farang in Pattaya and some in Phuket and Bangkok as well. But even among bar girls, most are just young girls from the provinces that passively comply with what the farang wants to do to them."
"You're saying that I fuck like a whore?" she challenged him.
"I'm only saying Thai women are more traditional and shyer. Hermione, I am not trying to say anything offensive. It just seems that I keep saying the wrong thing. I apologize."
"Ok. I am teasing you. It seems that despite your good command of English you have yet to become familiar with farang sense of humor."
The waiter reappeared and Hermione ordered a half‑bottle of the Seppelt Cabernet Sauvignon while Kittisak ordered a Leo Beer, a popular Thai brand. They now began to look at the menu items. This wasn't as formal a restaurant as the one Koa took her to but the menu was extensive. There were a lot of western items available, she assumed to appeal to foreign businesspeople. An item on the starter menu caught her eye and Kittisak agreed to it, Artichoke French: battered halved artichoke hearts in a sherry wine sauce. They traded their ideas over the entrées and Kittisak settled upon Shrimp Scampi while Hermione chose the Chicken French. The waiter disappeared briefly then arrived with their drinks, opened Hermione's wine and offered her the cork, which she found acceptable, poured her wine, and poured his bottled beer. Then the waiter took their orders, scooped up the menus, and left.
"So, Kittisak, what's your game? You've seen me several times with a man. In fact you see me dressed like a runway model with a slave collar on my neck leaving with the same man. Yet you pursue me. What's your motive?"
"So direct, Hermione. Few Thai people would be so direct. But I think your question is fair. You're the most fascinating woman I have ever seen. Your exotic beauty just captured me. Also, and I don't have any intention of interfering with whatever is going on with Koa, but…"
She interrupted him, "You know his name?"
"I was about to explain that I often stay in Canberra on business. I've seen Koa on multiple occasions and always with a different woman. He operates in Sydney as well. You went to a restaurant with him. I'm sure the staff all knew his name and his preferences. Certainly most of the staff in the major hotels in Canberra also know his name and his preferences. So I understood that either you were his coquet or he was yours. Either way, I knew you weren't serious with each other. But never, never in the many women I have seen him with have I seen a woman who carried herself as you do."
He continued, "Don't get me wrong, all his women loosely fit a type. Young, under the age of thirty I would guess. Also, he prefers athletic bodies. Whether they're breasts are large or small he doesn't seem to care about although among the sample I've seen they were mostly small. He prefers white farang but I've seen him with various Asian women, perhaps a few Indian, once a black woman who was very tall, and the occasional Russian girl, but never middle eastern or Turkish. I suppose I'm saying too much but it was obvious by the way you carry yourself that you were different from the rest of them."
Why this little interloper. "This isn't the first time you've made a move on one of his conquests, is it?"
He stammered, "Well, sometimes, I mean, yes I have but not everyone."
Hermione continued, "Did you know he collects trophies from each woman. Do you?"
"What do you mean?"
"He absconds with their knickers. I'm sure he has a collection of them and he probably maintains a list of their ranking. Do all men do that here down‑under?"
"You're smart, aren't you? And not just smart but clever in the way a film‑noir detective is clever."
"You're dodging my question."
"I wouldn't know about men here down‑under. I'm from Thailand."
Their artichoke starter dish arrived and they spent the next few minutes sampling it and their drinks. The cabernet was quite good Hermione concluded.
"Then tell me about the women you've had from Koa's stable."
"I've tried going after several, you're the first that I've been with on a date. Certainly the first in another way as well."
"You lied to me? You are a virgin." Hermione challenged.
"No, I've had Thai girls. Why is that so important to you?" he wanted to know.
"First, your approach is creepy. You stalked me for several days with a perverse leer on your face. I'd be shocked if that technique resulted in many notches in your belt. Second, when I sat on your face it was obvious you didn't know what you were doing. On top of the creepy vibes that you give out you lack experience in sex."
"Why did you take me if I'm such a creep?" he asked, somewhat defensively.
"I told you. I wanted to get fucked and your dick was available. I'd like to know something. Thai women have a reputation for their great beauty. Are you saying they're bad in bed? Are is it just Thai men who are bad in bed?"
"Thai people are traditional. We don't touch each other. Hugging or kissing is uncommon and doing it in public is shameful. Bar girls can be assertive when you walk down a soi. They'll jump in front of a farang and grab him. But it's all about money for them."
"Soi?" Hermione didn't understand.
"You might call them side streets or lanes. In our language we say soi. The lanes are numbered, such as Soi 5 or Soi 6. Certain lanes, especially in Pattaya, contain collections of bars specifically catering to sex tourism."
"So, your previous sexual experience consisted of bar girls?"
"No, I come from a province north of Chaing Mai. While I was in university the province girls were very willing because I was going to earn a stable income. It's the same all over Asia. Whether I have a provincial girl back in the province where I was born or a provincial girl from one of the bars in Pattaya it's more of the same. They judge you for the potential size of your billfold. The bar girls have been with many farang but they're still very passive in bed. Anyway, many bars exclude Thai men so the alternative is the freelancers on the street or the beach."
The waiter arrived with their entrées. After clearing the plates from their starters he served their dinners, refilled her wine glass, then left. They each turned their attention to their food now. The conversation continued along the lines of comparing and contrasting the differences between their cultures. Hermione began to wonder now and asked, "Tell me about the Thai people."
"One thing that is different from farang is Thai people are charming, polite and gentle. As I've said, we do not touch each other; especially one should not touch another's head. Thai women and men are traditional for the most part but the younger generations are adopting some western values. Thai men tend to be jealous, possessive, and controlling of their wife and family. The women are docile and hard‑working, often content to be care givers and homemakers; they are loyal. Thai men, unlike the women, consider cheating on their women to be the natural order of things."
"Oh? So you're a cheater. Are you cheating now?" she challenged.
"He was quick in responding. "No, I'm not cheating. I'm not a cheater."
"Are you married?"
"No."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Not a girlfriend in the way that a farang thinks of girlfriend. I have girls back in Thailand that are friends. Some in my home village, a few in Bangkok, and one in Phuket. They're friends. We have a word for it: Gik."
"Gik? I see." Hermione thought of another sharp taunt, strictly to tease him. "I suppose Gik means friends‑with‑benefits."
"I've heard it called that," he said.
Hermione was surprised that she had struck so close to the truth. But her original judgment of him was correct. He is a cunt hound. Leaning forward and practically whispering she confronted him, "Well mister Gik boy, I would have thought for one with such a harem you'd have learned a thing or two about eating pussy."
He did not offer a rejoinder. They focused on their meal for a little while.
He reengaged with her after a while. "One thing we share in common with the British is our reverence for the royal family."
Hermione was surprised by his last remark. "You believe that we revere the royal family?"
"Yes. In Thailand it is even disrespectful to abuse the currency in any way because members of the royal family are pictured on it."
Yes, Hermione thought, the British Royals are a public relations enterprise and account for tourism earnings. It makes sense, had she ever thought about it, that he would believe that. It's the image portrayed to the world. "I wouldn't express that thought about a reverence for the Royals in public if you ever make it to the British Isles. In fact, if you were to do it in Scotland you might not ever return home." Hermione was grinning.
"How can that be?" he asked incredulously.
"The Royal Family in Britain is a tourist draw," Hermione answered. "We attract tourists because of the Royals, the castles, and the pageantry and Thailand attracts tourists because of the sex workers. I think we've both learned something about each other's countries."
"We also have our temples and beautiful cities. Chaing Mai is a popular destination for farangs. Thai people love to visit Chaing Mai as well. It may be the most traditional Thai city and the temples are breath taking."
"I think I would like to see Chaing Mai, if it is as you say," she offered. "I'm sure there must be beautiful places and people in Thailand."
Turning their attention back to their meal they were now silent in their thoughts. Hermione naturally wondered if there were witches or wizards in Thailand but she knew she wasn't going to learn about them from Kittisak. If the British magical community were so careful as to keep their existence secret it was likely the same in Thailand.
After a time the waiter returned to ask if they were interested in dessert and, since neither one of them were, he began clearing their plates. It was at this time that Hermione decided to test this little Gik boy. A plan was developing in her mind and she was running through the tactical possibilities. Her pussy began to get damp thinking about it.
After the bill was signed they got up to leave and walked out her plan was clear in her mind. Her pussy was getting wet now. Little cunt hound probably thinks he's going to get laid. Well, maybe. As they approached the elevator she pulled him to the staircase.
"Ok little Gik man. If you want me to join you in your bed tonight you must earn the privilege. Are you game?"
"Ok."
"I'm going to give you the chance to make me cum before we get to your room. If you fail you aren't going to get lucky tonight. Ok? Now follow me." She ran up the stairs until she reached the landing between the second and third floors. He ran after her like the little cunt hound that he was. On the landing she turned and looked down the stairs that he was still ascending. Tapping her Breitling she said, "You will have three minutes to make me cum." Then she shimmied her dress up, exposing herself. She wasn't wearing knickers. Leaning over and supporting herself on the banister she wiggled her ass and said, "Three minutes, starting now."
Kittisak fumbled at his pants and dropped them. He was only half hard and he tried to penetrate her in that state. He didn't succeed. In between attempts he jacked his schlong trying to achieve a more rigid state. He finally achieved enough rigidity to stuff his way in.
"Two minutes," Hermione called.
His poor dick was bending slightly and his thrusting was not smooth. To make it worse, Hermione was clamping her cunt down to make things difficult. He finally achieved sufficient stiffness to seat his dick all the way in.
"One minute," she called.
Now he began thrusting with purpose. His tempo increased and he was determined to get her off. She was being passive and continued to look at the watch. He was machine gunning into her cunt like a madman now.
"Zero." She bumped him back forcefully and then pulled forward quickly, disengaging from his frantic thrusting. Standing up she smoothed down her dress. He had staggered back up against the corner of the landing with his pants around his ankles and his red and frustrated pole standing at attention, glistening with her juices.
"I'll be down for breakfast around 8:30 and ready to go to the market at 9:00. Sorry cunt hound, you didn't even get me close. Men really do believe that the dicks are magic wands that girls will swoon over. My advice to you is you should have got on your knees and eaten me to orgasm. Learning to eat pussy may be a valuable skill for you to learn. Sweet dreams."
Hermione tripped up the stairs now and exited at her floor. Once in her room she stripped off all her clothes and lay down on the bed so that she could finish the job he failed to complete. While her fingers circled her clit and others began to probe her wet pussy she fantasized about a genuine alpha‑male that could take her, ravish her, and then hold her tenderly in afterglow. Her fantasy male was faceless and familiar; not exotic. Supremely confident in his power over her, with unruly hair, and green eyes. Hermione began to cum. Her pussy pulsed sending waves of ecstasy throughout her body. At her peak she cried out, "Harry!"
Spent, Hermione lay in perfect contentment. Of course it was Harry. Who else could it be? It was still short of 8:00 PM, which meant breakfast time in shell cottage. She needed to consult with Fleur. Quickly showering and dressing in her muggle street clothes she prepared to leave. Where did she put her sneakers? Damn fuck‑me pumps. Housekeeping must have put them in the closet. Once she got them on she stood up and apparated to shell cottage.
It was misty and cool at shell cottage as she popped onto the verge. Knocking on the door she was greeted by Fleur herself. "Mon amour Her‑my‑oh‑nee!" Fleur embraced her affectionately and pulled her inside. "But I am so happy you have returned. There are developments that you wish to say to Fleur?"
"Yes. I hope you can advise me, Fleur."
"But of course. First, tea and croissants, eet is breakfast. Bill is away on business so it is only you and I, mon amour.""
"Fleur, I just finished dinner, but tea would be lovely."
Once the necessary hospitalities were completed Hermione began the conversation by describing the last encounter with Koa in which she took the dominant role with him and then summarily dismissed him.
"You said that in my first encounter with him that I had discovered my submissive nature. Why then was I inspired to be dominant? How did I pull that off and why did he become submissive?"
"Oui, mon amour. But two things you must ask: is he a true dominant or, as les Américains say a wannabe? You are such an intelligent woman and you have a sixth sense, a sensitive intuition. You would not have survived the struggle against the Dark Lord if you had not. It is now a keenly honed sensitivity. But you have learned well and you have discovered much about yourself."
"How do I know a true dominant from a wannabe?"
"Yes. This is an important distinction. A true dominant is not one who is satisfying his fantasies or gratifying his needs. A true dominant performs in service of the submissive's fantasies or needs. Your fantasies, mon cheri. It is a popular notion that a dominant will chain and whip his submissive partner. Yes, if that services her needs. Now, most importantly, a true dominant has first obtained a full understanding of your boundaries, and you trust him not to violate those boundaries."
"Boundaries?"
"All things are possible within the realm sexuelle. Terrible cruelty has been known. You may, perhaps, enjoy spanking but will not accept the use of a cane. What you will and will not accept, those are your boundaries. A true dominant is one who earns your trust by learning these things and one who shall not violate your boundaries. The hidden recesses of our mind, our fantasies, can be shocking. In many ways, a true submissive if free. They are free of inhibitions."
"Let me understand this. Koa submitted to me sexually because his sexual dominance was a performance, the same as everything else he did with me, how he displayed me, and how he displayed his own social acumen?"
"Yes, mon amour. You were perhaps the first femelle to see in him his truth."
"Is see. Now, Fleur, there is the matter of the Ngangkari." Hermione then related the details of her meeting with the Ngangkari and his confirmation of what Fleur had just told her.
"Oui! It is not surprising." Fleur declared.
"One more thing, Fleur. There is also the matter of the cunt hound." Hermione now related to Fleur in full detail her encounters with Kittisak.
"Mon amour, you are learning so fast. I am so proud of you. Yes, but there are several things to say about this one. First, in many Asian cultures men are valued more highly than woman. It is vital for a woman to produce a male child to carry forward the family name. Woman are highly valued for their ability to produce a male heir. This is not unlike our dear European Royal families, of course. That the woman is expected to be loyal and not to engage with a lover is so we can be sure that the issue is his."
"Pursuing other dalliances is acceptable when a man does so. In fact, multiple lovers are better. Your Edward VII was notorious for his appetites, both gastronomique and sexuelle. But in Asia the practice extends throughout all social levels. I think, perhaps, it is consequent of the docility of the Asian woman. I cannot say."
"Is it not interesting that we French have many expressions for the danse sexuelle but not one of the équivalente of this expression Gik? Also, your treatment of him was a treatment lacking respect, which is an appropriate response for the absence of respect that he displayed toward you. It is not a respect that a man shows if he buys you dinner. It is most often the simple dues he must pay so that he can get his dick wet. You gave in‑kind to what he gave you. Again, brava my dear Hermione."
Hermione then described what she did in her room after she left Kittisak on the stair landing and how she had called Harry's name.
"But who else? Of course. There is no one in the world who has better earned your trust. There are few men his equivalent as an alpha‑male. And, I am sure, you have shared that you both love one another?"
"We have."
"But of course. How could it be otherwise?"
"Am I being disloyal? Am I Giking Harry?"
Fleur laughed. "Monsieur Potter is a powerful and desirable wizard. I can assure you that even as you have been busy with your dalliances he has been very busy with his as well. How could it be otherwise? With such an alpha‑male it may be nécessaire to become one of his harem. How is this different for him, you may ask, than the Gik? Because he will not hide his dalliances from you. He may even seek your approval of them because he values you as his queen. You may also have your own lovers and you will not hide yours from him. But always you shall be confident that, however much he may care about his other lovers, you are and shall remain his queen. There will be no purpose to jealousy between you."
"This is a lot to think about," Hermione said.
"You learn quickly mon amors. I encourage you to continue. The more you can learn about how your sexual pleasure works, the better a lover you can be. But most important, the better able you shall be to achieve your own sexual potential. You are so dependent upon your precious books for learning. You must consider this time as learning that can only be achieved through field research."
"Field research as well as guidance from my dear professor of amour." Hermione smiled.
Then, with the utmost tenderness and caring Fleur leaned into Hermione and kissed her.
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