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Golden Triangle by habu

  • ISBN: 9781609825126
  • Written by: habu

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Blond U.S. intelligence agents Mark and Gail sizzle together when they meet for the first time in what will be further adventures in a Southeast Asia spy candy operation in which they both service the needs and desires of golden-haired Lao tribal chieftain Kwei Lin in exchange for his allegiance to U.S. policies. Newly minted intelligence agent Mark is charged with escorting Gail to service Kwei Lin as part of a deal for his cooperation. But Kwei Lin opts for a double payoff. Kwei Lin’s demands bring several new meanings to the phrase “Golden Triangle.” A tale of melting ménage and intrigue in an exotic tropical setting.

Warnings: This title contains ménage, M/M, graphic language, fetish, and anal sex.

Word Count: 12,816

 

      

EXCERPT:

We rode in the back of an ancient truck from the border up into the mountain jungle of northwestern Laos. As we were jostled back and forth, we dried off slowly in the hot, humid air. Gail and I purposely sat across from each other in the truck bed, drinking each other in with our eyes for the remainder of the trip. At one point, the two tribesmen who were assuring us a safe escort into the Mien warlord’s fiefdom were jabbering and pointing to Gail and me in an animated fashion. When I asked our interpreter what they were saying, he reiterated what I had heard the night before about yellow-haired Fahrangs being good luck and how rare it was to see two more yellow hairs together in this region—that Gail and I could be taken as twins. I meant to ask the interpreter what they meant by “more yellow hairs” in this remote area, but I figured that out soon enough myself, because, just then, the mountainside redoubt of the Mien warlord’s lair came into sight. . . .

As our truck came to a stop at the mouth of the ravine, I looked out and saw that Kwei Lin and what must be his most trusted cohorts were spread out along the low rock wall separating the pavilion from the cliff edge. If ever a place could justify my image, admitted purely of the movie type, of Shangri-la, this would be it. Even from the ground level, the habitations, represented by stone walls here and dark-wood construction there, were hard to pick out in the steep slopes running up on either side, which were heavily covered in exotic, large-leafed jungle vegetation. At the far end of the ravine, a waterfall cascaded from the heights down into the mystical world that had been created here, covering everything in a cooling, blurring mist.

I had no trouble picking out Kwei Lin; he stood head and shoulders above the rest of the Mien tribesmen and was as blond as either Gail or me, his golden, mane-like hair flowing down to his shoulders in a full-bodied cascade of curls. It was immediately obvious why he was able to maintain his status as the guerilla band chief. Luck was with him just by virtue of his golden blond presence.

It also was understandable why he had insisted on the reward that he had for accommodating the insertion of our team into China. He would perpetuate his myth of the golden leader of the Golden Triangle by mating with a blonde woman, while at the same time, he would be getting a taste of the world he’d left behind. . . .

Making very clear that the U.S. government was quite pleased with the arrangement, I ceremoniously beckoned for Gail to come forward so that Kwei Lin could claim the sugaring of his deal. She languidly unfolded herself from the rope sling and floated over to the center to the pavilion, up to the edge of the table where Kwei Lin and I had spread our maps during the negotiations.

I had the interpreter announce to Kwei Lin that Gail would accommodate him for the night and was turning to return to the bottom of the ravine, where a tent had been raised over the truck bed for the rest of my party to spend an uncomfortable night, when Kwei Lin spoke out in a commanding voice.

“He wants you to stay, sir,” the interpreter said, with a funny look on his face.

“Stay?” I asked dumbly.

“Yes. He wants you to make love to the blonde woman,” the interpreter said in embarrassed tones. “He said he was promised two yellow hairs who would perform for him and his lieutenants.”


This book was added to our catalog on Monday 18 July, 2011.

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