In Southeast Asia, especially in Bangkok, there are rumored to be shows were young women are killed for entertainment; these are locally known as "Telephone Shows," since "I need you to take me to a telephone" said to a cabdriver or guide is a codephrase used when one wants to see one of these shows. How this is to be distinguished from an actual need to make a call I cannot say.
Nervously, Jerry paced about, sipping his drink, staring at the door. Only a few minutes, the man had said. Just a few, and already a half-hour had slipped by. By the makeshift bar that'd been set up in this little-used warehouse, a dozen cold-eyed men waited. He did not want to be left holding the bag if they didn't get what they expected, what they'd paid for.
He was really getting worried when finally, the warehouse door opened. He glanced around in response to the sound, and saw two Vietnamese girls enter. Both were wearing loose silk robes, both were strikingly beautiful, large-eyed and delicate of features, with long black hair. Both were very young--far younger than he'd expected.
He stared at them. "You're not--?" he started to ask.
The younger of the two raised her eyes. "We are," she said clearly. Her voice was very soft.
He scowled. "You're just kids!"
She shook her head. "No. I am fifteen. She is seventeen."
"Like I said--kids!" He mopped his head. "Jesus! I expected some burnt-out bar girls! You didn't volunteer for this!"
Her head shook again. "Yes," she said, "we did."
"But why!?"
She shrugged. "Our families are very poor, American. I have four sisters, only one brother. Mr. Du paid my father five thousand dollars American for me. That is so much money! And he says there may be more! I could not make so much working in the bars in three years!"
"Well, Jesus! I don't wanna use you two for this! You oughta just go on home--"
The girl's eyes widened. "Oh, no! I cannot! You must do it, American! Can you not see? Mr. Du has already paid our fathers the five thousand dollars American! He would take the money back!"
"Well shit, that's not as bad as--"
She gestured at the watching men. "They would want their money back, as well," she reminded him. "And even if you yourself paid them, Mr. Du's reputation would be damaged. He would put us in another show, it would be the same. And our families would lose the money!"
He was silent for a few seconds, considering. "Lemme see you," he said at last.
Nodding and smiling, she pushed the silk robe back over her shoulders, let it fall; simultaneously, the other girl did the same. Jerry couldn't help but stare. Their bodies were almost identical: slim, firm, rather long-legged for Orientals. The stomachs were flat and their skin was smooth and satiny, the color of lightly creamed coffee. Neither had large breasts; the younger girl's were still developing, the nipples small, pert, not very dark.
"You both look really good," he said finally. "Look, you know what this's all about? You know what's going to happen here?"
The younger girl nodded vigorously. "Yes."
"And that's okay with you?" he asked increduously.
"Yes, it is Oh-Kay. For my family. For so much money. I can be such a service to my family...!"
"Well, I just can't do it! There's gotta be some way--!"
"No," she said quietly. "No, you must, you must do it." Looking up at him, she began pleading with her eyes. "You do not want to disappoint your customers," she reminded him. "Look at their faces! I think they are most pleased by us. No, you must do what you agreed to do. I will beg you if I must..."
Jerry watched her face for a long moment. Then, with a sigh, he nodded. "Okay," he said. "Shit, we should've charged them three times as much! Well, you ready to get started?"
The girl smiled in answer and reached for his pants, unzipping them and deftly extracting his already semi-erect penis. "You do a good show, American!" she whispered. "You hurt me real bad! They tip if the show is good, if I am hurt real bad, and Mr. Du has promised that our families get half the tips!" She hesitated an instant. "Don't stop if we cry, if we scream. They want us to cry."
He grunted; the girl dropped to her knees and began tonguing his penis. It rose quickly, and she took it deeply into her mouth. Fourteen or no, she was not inexperienced. For a moment he merely watched her, but then he dropped his hands to her slight breasts, began pinching her small, immature nipples.
She didn't even wince; he pinched harder and harder, but got no reaction from her at all. "All right," he told her softly, pushing her head back, "here we go!" She started to nod, but he pulled her to her feet, noting that her nipples were already reddening.
Then he hit her with his fist, hard, in the stomach.
With a groan, she doubled over and reeled backwards; grinning, he waited for her, wondering what she'd do.
It took her a few seconds, but she managed to pull herself upright. Her smile returned and she stood before him again, looking like she was ready for whatever he had in mind.
His harsh grin softened. "That's good," he told her. "Really good." His hands found her breasts, and this time he grasped her nipples between fingernails and thumbnails. After holding them for an instant, he dug in hard, grinding his nails into her flesh.
She frowned and winced, but she continued to play with his erection. He gave her left nipple a very hard pinch with his nails, then let it go; a little blood welled to the surface, covering the erect tip.
Smiling, he wound a hand in her hair and pushed her back to her knees. Forcing his penis back into her mouth, he jerked at her hair while she sucked him. After a moment he pushed her head back and drove a knee hard into her chest. She groaned again, but came back immediately, took his organ back into her mouth. Her hand fluttered, as if she wanted to touch her chest, but she did not.
Reaching down, he caught her under her armpits, pulled her to her feet. "You're doing really well," he said softly, looking into her face. Then he slapped her hard across the cheek.
She staggered but didn't fall. "So are you," she answered. His response was to hit her again, knock her back to her knees. Before she could get up he stepped close to her, thrust his penis at her face. She took it back in instantly, began sucking it vigorously.
As she sucked him, Jerry started digging in his pocket, and a moment later his hand came out holding a shiny blue switchblade knife. The girl jumped when he pressed the button and snapped it open, but she didn't stop what she was doing, not even for an instant.
Again, he pushed her back. Leaning down over her theatrically, he waved the shiny little four-inch blade in her face. Grabbing her hair, he jerked her violently to her feet and spun her around to face the watching men.
He stepped behind her. "Ready?" he asked softly, his lips near her ear.
She was breathing very hard. "Ready," she sighed.
With the knife in his hand, he reached down and stroked her silky thigh. Using his knee, he pushed her slender and shapely leg out a little. He grinned at his audience.
After turning the knife over in his hand, he stabbed it into her thigh, driving it about halfway in. She cried out and squirmed against him as he pulled it slowly out, allowing a trickle of blood to start running down her leg.
He waited until the red line reached her knee before doing anything else. Then, slowly, he passed the little blade up over her body, bringing it up across her stomach, up to her delicate breasts. She sighed deeply when he touched the point to a spot just under her right nipple, a sigh that turned into a brief gasp when he stuck the knife into her.
Tipping the handle down, he showed the onlookers that it was indeed piercing her flesh, showed them the blood trickling down the blade. She raised her hands, put them behind his head, and clutched at his hair while he worked the blade a little deeper into her breast.
Across the room, several of the men had opened their flys and extracted hard penises; the other girl, on her knees, moved from one to the next, sucking each one briefly. A couple looked near orgasm already.
"We gotta give 'em more now," he whispered to the girl as he pulled his knife from her breast. "a lot more!"
She pressed her body back against his. "Yes," she agreed. "Give them more, American!" Her hands dropped down, and she massaged his erection while he showed the bloody little knife to the audience again. His arm wrapped around her, his hand gripping her breast, he made a show of rolling the knife around so that it pointed inward at her.
Then he drove it into her soft belly, a little below her navel. This time he didn't pull it; it sank in as far as the finger-guards.
She grunted loudly, and she would've doubled over if he hadn't been holding her. He snatched it out; blood spurted, falling on the floor as far as five feet away. Across the room a man groaned in orgasm, spraying his seed into the other girl's open mouth.
The girl in his arms sagged against him; involuntarily her hands reached to cover the wound. "Don't!" he hissed. "Let them see it, let them see the blood! Stand up! Come on, you can do it!"
Obediently, she moved her hands aside. "I will try," she murmured. She sobbed, tears streamed down her face. "I will try to stand..." Putting her hands against him, she pushed herself up a little, lifted her weight off his arm. After a moment he removed his support, left her standing alone. She was weaving, but she was managing. Stepping aside, Jerry smiled at her; she even managed to return it.
Then he came back. She closed her eyes as the point of his little knife touched her uninjured breast. For a moment he let the tip glide around randomly, teasing her smooth skin. Then, selecting a spot just inside her nipple, he almost playfully poked an inch of the blade into her. She merely sighed; he slipped it out, relocated the point right in the center of her nipple. Her body shuddered when he pierced her there, and she seemed to be fighting for control again when he pushed it deep. Again, he left it in her for a few seconds, turning her body to show the audience the deeply-imbedded knife, the fresh flowing blood.
Across the room, the other girl was sucking one of the men while sitting erect on another's penis. Jerry grinned at them, then slowly extracted the knife from the younger girl's nipple. A rush of blood followed it out; he stepped behind her again, held her again, showed his knife to the audience again.
"Climax time," he told her. "Getcha self ready!"
"I am ready," she whispered back. "Do it, American!" She even managed to smile at the expectant onlookers.
Holding the knife aloft, he paused theatrically before driving it deeply into her chest just under her breast, slipping it between her ribs. Giving voice to a heart-rending cry, she squirmed against him as he buried it, as he ripped it out. Blood squirted onto the floor again, but this time he gave her almost no respite; the knife came down flashing down again, piercing her stomach this time.
She grunted loudly as he jerked it out, and she began sagging in his arms. Shifting her weight to his left, he stabbed her in her right side, pausing this time to grind the blade in a little. Each time his blade went into her, she moaned and tensed like she was having an orgasm; her face suggested that too, her eyes half-open and her mouth a little wider. He tucked his erection between her buttocks and stabbed her again, in her right breast this time.
She was hanging limply on his arm by now. In quick succession, he plunged the little blade into her side, her belly, her breast. With each one she moaned, her mouth opening wide each time the blade sank in, falling closed as it came free. He pushed at her left leg with his foot and felt her move it of her own volition. He smiled; she was still trying.
Then, after another flourish, he drove the knife low into her almost hairless pubes, just at the apex of her vaginal lips.
She cried out again, more loudly than before; her hands fluttered like birds. He pulled the blade out, and blood sprayed on the floor. She drooped even more, hardly reacting at all when he stabbed her in the stomach again.
"You're about done," he whispered, bending over her.
"I did good?" she asked, her voice almost inaudible. "I tried to do good..."
"Very good. Incredible." He lifted the knife again. "Good-bye, honey," he said almost affectionately.
"Good-bye, American," she murmured. "You did good show..."
He started stabbing her in a frenzy then, piercing her chest and abdomen repeatedly. The first few times the knife bit into her she moved slightly against him, but then she became still and limp. He stabbed her a few more times, then let her body fall to the floor. She was, he noticed, still breathing, still alive. But he knew his audience would get no pleasure from watching him stab an evident corpse.
Across the room, the other girl had by then succeeded in bringing off at least five of the onlookers. As Jerry strolled toward her, she was on her hands and knees while another of the men plunged his penis repeatedly into her from behind. No one was at her face; he offered his still-rigid penis to her lips, and she took it in willingly. While she sucked him, he used a towel from the bar to wipe the blood from his knife.
He waited until the man behind her had ejaculated and pulled out. Then, holding her under her armpits, he jerked her roughly to her feet. She looked suddenly terrified; her eyes were huge. If it was acting it was utterly convincing, but it was as it was supposed to be. She was not expected to behave as the other girl had.
Once she was up he grabbed her by the throat with his left hand, and slammed her violently back against the bar. She struggled ineffectually, grabbing his arm. He squeezed her throat a little, watched her face turn dark, eased off.
Then, with no warning at all, he plunged the knife into her, just under her ribs on the left.
She gasped and fought him harder. He didn't pull the knife free, he ground it into her with repeated surges of his arm, each one knocking her against the bar again. Her eyes rolled up in her head for an instant, but she kept fighting.
After a moment he pulled the knife out, allowing her blood to start spilling onto the floor. She struggled on; he let her go deliberately, but more or less made it look as if she'd gotten herself free. For just an instant she didn't even move, she just looked down at the blood spurting from the wound in her side. The expression on her face said she couldn't believe he'd actually done it, yet he knew she'd expected it, that she'd known what was going to happen to her.
Then, at last, she started running. He permitted her about four steps before he started after her. Catching her in two more, he grabbed her arm, spun her around, and, putting his left arm around the small of her back, jerked her body up against his own. Making sure they were oriented so the others could see, he stabbed her again, in her lower belly this time. She grunted loudly, staring up at his face with wild eyes, her hands pushing hard against his chest.
He let her go again. Holding one hand over this new wound, she started to back away. Her other arm was outstretched defensively; he casually knocked it aside and lashed out with the knife again, piercing her right breast, just over the nipple. She backed off another step, pulling herself free from his blade. Blood bubbled out of her breast, coating the nipple.
Moaning, she staggered on back. Rather slowly, he stepped up to her and wound her hair in his left hand. Dramatically, he lifted the knife overhand, held it above her chest. Shaking her head no, she grabbed his wrist with both hands.
Inexorably, he began forcing her arms back. Weakened by her wounds, she was not able to stop him, not able to stop the knife from descending toward her body. She tried, she fought, she panted. But the knife came on, closer and closer.
Finally the point touched her skin. Still she resisted, but soon enough the blade was pressing a valley in her soft breast. She gave a cry as it broke through her skin; her eyes closed tightly as it sank slowly on in. He did not stop pushing until the blade was imbedded as deeply as possible.
Leaving the knife standing in her chest, he almost hurled her back toward the bar. She reeled across the floor, crashing into the bar, grabbing at it for support. He came to her quickly, seized her throat again, and bent her backwards across the bar. Once she was in position, he rammed his penis into her vagina, began fucking her violently. Her hand fluttered toward the knife piercing her, but she didn't touch it. After a few seconds he snatched it out and immediately drove it back in, through her breast again, an inch or so to the left of the previous wound. New blood erupted, draining onto the bar; her struggles were becoming weaker and weaker.
Once again leaving the knife in her breast, he concentrated on fucking her; as his orgasm began to rise he extracted it yet again. Then, while his seed was flowing into her he stabbed her once again, keeping the blade in her breast this time, working it around.
She hardly moved when he pulled his dripping penis from her vagina, and she only winced a little when the knife came free from her breast. She was breathing in gulps, and a bloody foam had collected around her mouth. The onlookers were gathering closely around them; the dying girl's eyes moved from one face to another, finally coming back to Jerry's.
As soon as they did he drove his knife back into her, just below her breastbone. She grunted again and grabbed his arm, but he kept grinding it in as her blood covered his hand.
Then he started cutting, sawing vigorously back and forth with the blade, dragging it down through the center of her abdomen. Her face contorted, she banged her head back on the bar, she fought him with new fury. Jerry nodded to the bartender; he and one of the onlookers grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms up above her head, pinning them to the bar. Jerry kept his hips against hers; she tried to kick at him but her efforts were ineffectual. Even so, two of the other spectators joined in, seizing her ankles and pulling her legs hard out to the sides.
Methodically he started sawing down through her belly again, sinking the knife deep on each inward stroke. Blood and watery fluids were gushing from her now; she raised her head, looked at what he was doing to her, and banged it back down again. His knife had reached her pubes; with a final rip he tore it down and out, connecting her vagina with the incision down the middle of her body.
Then he backed away from her. At his signal, the bartender and the spectator released her hands. She seemed to gather her remaining strength, and finally she pushed herself to her feet. As she did, her cut and torn intestines fell free, hanging past her knees. For just an instant she stood, but then she pitched heavily forward. Her fingers clutched at the floor, she seemed to be trying to force her ravaged body up. At last she collapsed. Her body shuddered a few times before becoming still.
After a few seconds, Jerry looked back over at the other girl. Still, she was not dead. While he'd been killing this one, she'd regained consciousness and had even managed to drag herself back up to a sitting position. She looked up at him now, her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes slightly glazed. He walked over to her.
"Damn, you're strong!" he told her, a note of admiration in his voice. "Strong and tough!"
"I am not so tough," she replied in a choking whisper. "I feel no pain; I feel nothing! I am so cold, so far away. Kill me, American. Please..."
"Hey, you deserve it," he said magnanimously. "But let's give 'em a last show, okay?"
"No...!"
"Yeah. Just lift your tit up there, your left one. Push it up with your hand. C'mon, you can do it!"
She stared up at him as if she couldn't believe his request. Finally, painfully, she lifted her hand to her already bloody breast and pushed it up hard. He pointed the knife to a spot just under it.
"Your heart," he told her. "If I stick it in there you'll die quick!"
"Do it. Do it, please. Hurry, American!"
Grinning, he found a place between two of her ribs and pressed the tip through her skin. "Here we go," he said as a new bead of her blood appeared. She nodded slightly, moving her eyes between his face and the knife.
Leaning down, he kissed her as he began slowly and delicately sliding it on in. Her lips stiffened against his, her body jerked slightly as it went. Encountering a resistance he pushed harder, pushed until the knife went through it. She pulled her head back, her face contorted, as a great mass of dark blood exploded out around the blade. Her body shook violently once; she was dead before he could finish withdrawing the blade from her heart.