The King of Siam

The King of Siam

Disclaimer: All characters are fictional.

The door opens on a hotel room that first opened its doors
in nineteen-fifty eight and looks every minute of it. A young woman walks
through with a small knapsack while distractedly modeling a gold bracelet for
herself. Her unclean brown hair hangs down to the middle of her back. She wears
tight blue jeans and black tee shirt with a Harley Davidson logo. Following her
is a large bearded man wearing the same outfit but sized to match. Their
entrance wafts odors of the open road into the room where it mixes with the
smell of stale sex.

They walk around the room, noting its deficiencies.

‘God - this is a flea bag’ she says.

‘I don’t want to hear it.’ He returns.

‘Look at these cigarette burns all over this cheap furniture
and I can see the sag in the bed from here…’

‘Shut up Val.’

‘I told you the other one was nicer.’

‘Why don’t you walk yourself over there, ya stinkin’
bitch.’ He waves his hands expansively.

‘Fuck you Tony.’ She says while rummaging in her knapsack.
She pulls out a pack of cinnamon gum, smiling with satisfaction.

‘Wanna piece?’ She
says holding out the gum.

Tony exaggeratedly peruses her body ‘Sure babe, but you’ll
have to wear a bag over your head.’

‘Asshole’ she says pulling out a silver wrapped stick and
putting away the rest.

.‘I’m going to take a shower.’ She says moving off to the
bathroom.

‘Plug up the peep holes before you take off your clothes.’
he says grinning.

Tony puts his knapsack down and turns on the TV with a snap.
He waits a few moments but the screen is unchanged.

‘For Christ’s sake.’ Tony looks behind the TV and finds the
power chord and the outlet. The plug is at a right angle to the wall, one prong
remains in the outlet. He pulls the plug out of the wall and bends the prongs
to working position and moves to plug it back in. A spark leaps from outlet to
plug. Tony drops the plug and his heart stops as he jerks away from the outlet.

‘For Christ’s sake’ he says louder, taking a deep breath. He
turns off the TV and tries again - this time success. Snap, he hears the
crackle of the tube.

The screen comes up and illuminates Tony’s rapt features in
unnatural light. He used to be a handsome man and his bulk is mostly muscle but
his uncared for appearance identifies him as a non-believer in corporate clean.
He sits on the edge of the bed without taking his eyes from the screen. He
sinks low in the soft bed and the edges of the mattress rise from the box
spring.

It is a cable TV show featuring real operations. A woman
with breasts too large and unshapely is having plastic surgery to correct - for
her boyfriend. Tony watches with a mixture of disgust and fascination as the
surgeon unceremoniously cuts into her tender flesh.

‘Val you gotta see this.’ She cannot hear for the shower.

‘Val’ he says louder without taking his eyes off the screen.

‘Shit’ he says while leaning forward to extricate himself
from the hole he has made in the mattress.

He opens the door to the shower, ‘Come here Val, quick’

‘What?’ she answers exasperated.

‘Come here.’

‘I’m taking a shower.’

‘Get over here, you don’t want to miss this.’

He is back in his comfortable mattress hole enjoying the
show. Val steps out of the bathroom wrapped in a thread bare towel barely large
enough to cover her. She sees the TV and immediately walks closer sayingstyle="mso-spacerun: yes"> ‘Yuck!’

His attention has moved from the TV to Val’s towel wrapped
body. He smiles in appreciation as his eyes roam her body. She is very pretty
when naked, though none of her clothes seem to fit, something like the Statue
of Liberty in scaffolding, the cheap clothing can’t imitate her curves.

‘Oh, man’ she says repulsed by the end of the operation. She
sits on the corner of the bed flattening one of the raised wings of Tony’s
immobile bird. His gaze returns to the TV. The large breasted woman is wrapped
and hurting in recovery. The scene switches to the patient returning for a
checkup. She takes off her shirt and she has healed nicely.

‘I bet you wish you had tits like that.’

Val snorts while getting up.

‘Well I wish you had tits like that.’ He says
enviously.

‘If I had tits like that, what would I be doing with you?’

‘Fuckin’ me, just like you do now, except you’d have nice tits.’

‘Yeah right, I’d be sleeping with you with that scraggily
beard with food in it.’

‘I’m just trying to be a good host – making sure you always
have something to eat.’ He says stroking his beard.

‘And you stink like the road.’

‘You don’t, Princess?’

He leans over pulling the towel from her, she laughs and
scampers into the bathroom.

She comes out minutes later dressed in a long white tee
shirt with a Harley Davidson logo on it. Incidentally, all of her tee-shirts
have some Harley Davidson trademark on it. He loves to watch her move in Harley
Davidson tee-shirts with nothing on underneath, it accentuates her motion.

‘Take a shower Tony.’

‘Not now Val, I’m watching this show.’

‘I’m not fuckin’ you till ya shower’

‘You cold bitch, what’s the matter, ya don’t like real men?’

‘You stink Tony’

‘Real men stink’

‘Not all real men stink, Tony’

‘You think you can do better than me? Huh? maybe some sweet
smellin’suit?’

‘That would be nice.’

‘Why don’t you get the fuck out’ Tony gets up and points to the
door. ‘I’d have you replaced by morning, fuck I’ll replace you tonight.’

‘Yeah right Tony’

‘I’ve had plenty of women Val’

‘I know Tony, you’re Adonis. I’m always beating off other
women for you.’ she says with an eye roll.

‘I’m takin’ a shower.’

‘Shampoo in the high soap holder and towels over the toilet.
Use them.’

‘Yeah, yeah’

He comes out of the bathroom naked and pink and ready for
sex. Val lies with her head against the headboard, eyes fixed on the TV.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He crawls into bed beside her and peeks at the
TV to see what has her attention. There is a slender blonde in the bathtub with
her chest exposed. Her breasts are small but shapely, she is rather nice to
look at. She stands up out of the tub and there is a huge penis swinging
between his/her legs. They both gasp.

Val laughs covering her mouth, ‘his cock is twice as big as
yours.’ Val says pointing at Tony’s penis.

‘Yeah, but my tits are bigger.’

She giggles and says ‘everything on you is bigger, EXCEPT
your dick.’

‘I got something you can do with that mouth.’ He grabs her
by the hair and forces her face into his crotch, ‘now eat up girl.’

She grabs at his arms to resist and her bracelet falls in a
pool of gold on the sheets.

‘Wait, my bracelet broke’, she cries and their contest
ceases. Val picks up the bracelet and inspects it closely. ‘Oh no’ she says
heart stricken. The situation tries Tony’s patience, he is eager to heal –
confident he can, if only she would give him the bracelet.

‘Tony, it’s broke’ she holds it up to him.

He takes it gently in his big hand and brings it to the
light, he is focused and the games are forgotten - for now. He reaches for the
pocketknife in his knapsack. She watches his concentrating face and his big,
powerful, dexterous hands mend the broken bracelet. A tiny segment falls out
and she gasps.

‘Don’t worry babe, You’ll be wearing it in a second.’ She
waits patiently while watching the cords move under the skin of his forearms as
he works.

‘It’s fixed’ he says and she puts it on smiling at it. Then
she carefully takes it off, places it on the nightstand and punches Tony in the
arm.

‘I don’t like that game all the time.’

‘I fixed it didn’t I?’ Tony brushes the hair from her face.

‘Thank you, and thank you for earlier’ She says shifting
gears.

‘Sure Val’, he says low and seductively, moving closer.

She puts her hand on his face and smiles, but it looks as
though she has something to say.

‘Listen Tony, really, thanks for buying the bracelet for
me’, she says seriously.

‘Sure Val’ he says with concern.

‘I felt so stupid – like I didn’t belong in their fucked-up
store.’ She says angrily.

‘I woulda’ liked wrappin’ my hands around that bastards
throat.’ His anger matches hers.

She says laughing “You marched in there like the King of Siam.
‘Hey you, I need some help!’” she imitates him.

‘Nobody dumps on my girl.’ He says thumping his chest.

‘That guy with the wrinkled nose thought we were gonna steal
the damn thing.’

‘I get whatever my girl needs’ he says forcefully. She
smiles and her eyes shine though she knows they could hardly afford the hotel
room.

He has had a hard life but her smile insures him he is a
success. ‘Sometimes, you are so beautiful.’ He says looking into her shining
eyes, flaws apparent to others, go unconsidered. She kisses him sweetly and he
hungrily responds.

As their love making approaches a climactic pace, there is a
loud snap as one side of the bed hits the floor. The slats had pulled away from
one side of the frame.

‘For Christ’s sake’ Tony yells with exasperation while
quickly assessing the situation.

‘Fuck it.’ He declares as he moves to remount Val on the
sloping bed, their predicament and Tony’s solution incite uncontrolled giggling
from Val. He gets in position but her incessant giggling is breaking his
concentration and making him angry. He stares menacingly into her blushed,
mirthful face but her giggling does not cease, making him reassess the
situation. Shortly, they are belly laughing side by side on the sloping bed.
When the laughter ceases, they try again…

Tony lies on top of Val on the sloping bed, their faces
pressed together cheek to cheek. They
look toward the window as their breathing slows after vigorous sex.

‘Val?’ he says quietly.

‘Yes, Tony’ she answers then waits.

Into the momentary silence Val asks, ‘Tony?’

‘Val, I felt like the King of Siam with you today, ya know?’
He says with uncharacteristic emotion.

‘To me, you really were the King of Siam.’ He feels the
muscles of her warm cheek contract in a smile. She squeezes him tight as her
eyes moisten.

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