Bangkok Noir: A BDSM Thriller
By Lisabet Sarai
Excessica, 2014 (ebook)
WordWooze Publishing, 2017 (audio book)
BDSM Erotic Suspense (Five flames, M/f, F/m and F/f)
Ebook: approximately 30,000 words
Audio edition: 3 hours, 28 minutes
Note this book does not have a HEA.
Dark desires flourish in the glittering City of Angels
Diana Fanning, aka the Professor, runs The Academy, the only genuine BDSM bar in Bangkok. She's the first person police colonel Apichat Weeranwongsakul consults when a bar girl turns up brutally murdered, tightly bound, with clamped nipples and every orifice stuffed with sex toys. The colonel figures the killer might be one of her customers. But he has his own secrets. He needs Diana to satisfy his shameful dreams of being beaten and abused.
Meanwhile, a mysterious American named Sam stalks Nok, the lovely natural dominant who is the Professor's star performer. Nok is used to being the one in charge. She can't understand why she craves the discipline Sam administers.
As more women are slaughtered, always in kinky circumstances, the Professor finds herself in an exclusive world catering to the perversions of Bangkok's wealthy and well-connected. Simultaneously looking for evidence and satisfying her own lusts, she doesn't realize until too late that the power she's used to wielding won't save her from becoming the serial murderer's next victim.
One Night in Bangkok
Bangkok, Thailand, has a split personality. It is famed for its glittering temples, vibrant street markets, deliciously fiery cuisine and abundant hospitality. At the same time, its go-go bars and sex shows, transvestite cabarets and ready flesh for hire have given the city a rather sleazy reputation as one of the sin capitals of the world. A seam of darkness runs through Bangkok, flowing slow and deep as the Chao Phraya River that winds its way through the City of Angels.
The reality, of course, is far more complex than either stereotype. I know the city fairly well, having lived there for two years during the nineties and visited often in the years since. My first novel, Raw Silk, celebrates the exotic, sensual side of Bangkok. Kate, the expat heroine, finds herself as dazzled by the opulent glamor of her royally-connected lover as she is by the tender ferocity of her tattooed Master.
My new release, an erotic thriller entitled Bangkok Noir, explores the seamier side: sex for sale, official corruption, violent crime. It includes M/f, F/f and femdom scenes, as well as some real violence (though not in the context of sexual arousal).
Explore this carnal paradise at your own risk.
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I was the first girl to arrive at the bar that night. I wanted Ajarn to see I'm serious about my job. I dressed in my cat woman costume. Then I sat on a tall stool outside the door with my legs crossed and my riding crop on my lap. I swung my high-heeled boot back and forth, trying to attract attention.
"Come inside," I called out to the men who passed. I made sure they could hear me over the loud music coming from the other bars. "Sexy BDSM show. No cover charge." Some of the men ate me up with their eyes as they strolled by—just another pretty girl. They didn't see my crop. They didn't understand. A few stopped, though, staring and looking nervous. I hooked those guys like fish. "Come inside. I know what you want, mister. You like my whip? I know how to use it." I pulled back the curtains and they scurried inside like little mice. Lin would enjoy playing with them.
I spotted the police coming from half a block away. Then it was my turn to run.
"P' Daeng! Police! Six or seven of them!" Ajarn hadn't arrived yet. What were we going to do?
It was that skinny colonel who came by every few weeks, plus two lieutenants and a couple of regular officers. "I want to speak to the owner," he told Daeng.
"I think she will be here soon. Please, sit down. Can I get you something?"
"No, no." He sounded angry. He and his men settled in booths near the front of the bar. The girls all huddled near the back, whispering and staring. Nu put on a Thai song. Of course no one danced.
I could hardly breathe. I checked my phone. It was 17:52. Where was Ajarn?
Finally she arrived. She obviously wasn't surprised to see the police.
"Colonel Apichat. Welcome back to The Academy. How can I help you?"
The policeman rose from his seat and drew an official-looking paper from his pocket. "Madame. You are the owner of this bar?" He spoke in English.
"Of course I am, Colonel. You know that."
He passed her the paper. I crept closer so I could see better what was going on. "It is my duty to inform you that this bar is closed."
Now Ajarn looked shocked. "Closed? But why?" She scanned the document. I guess she was searching for a signature. Ajarn can read Thai, but only a little.
"By order of the Metropolitan Police, the bar known as The Academy is ordered to be closed for offering lewd and obscene entertainment that offends public morality."
Ajarn laughed. She was taller than the policeman. "Oh, please! You can't be serious. Every bar in Patpong offers entertainment at least as lewd as mine. Are you going to close them all?"
LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.
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