Escolar Documentos
Profissional Documentos
Cultura Documentos
‘Sleepless in Bangkok’
‘Cybernaut’
‘Siam Streetfighter’
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Published by IQ Inc.
International licencing enquiries:
publicrelationsiqinc@hotmail.com
ISBN: 978-616-90445-4-
About IQ Inc.
Deepest appreciation to
Kevin O’Brien
Ray Escobar
Ian Smart
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The Story: After their extremely dangerous mission in the Golden Triangle
- surprised to be alive and much richer than before - our formerly discred-
ited, ex-SAS security consultant and his much younger, Eurasian female
partner - in business and pleasure - are subtly blackmailed and simultane-
ously bribed, into accepting another dangerous, freelance mission whereby
they will get the blame if it goes wrong and the consortium of Thai and
Western governmental security services will take the credit if it does not.
With their sexual relationship still as hot as the Thai climate, and
their sexual politics feud ongoing, creates a complex, unconventional, of-
ten funny, multi faceted relationship between the male and female good
guys. To this must be added double-dealing and triple cross from the au-
thorities and the multiple bad guys they are up against!
The sex scenes in the preceding novel - ‘Sleepless in Bangkok’ -
were described as shamefully readable. From the very first chapter in this
sequel, it is up to the reader to judge whether that explicitly frank standard
still stands up! Something Steven Hunt always manages to do!
With a writing style which more than one press critic has described
as a cross between traditional novel and screenplay, making it feel like you
are watching a movie rather than reading a novel, so fast moving is the
pace, the five previous Ian Quartermaine novels have obtained a world
wide ‘cult’ following for the near decade since ‘Sleepless in Bangkok’ was
first released solely in Siam. Too hot for politically-correct Western pub-
lishers, it has been said.
Almost certainly alien to the majority of people in the West, Thai
culture is a million miles away from the cosy world of Middle England or
Middle America, that Thailand could be on another planet. Siam has no
grasp of the concept that sex is sinful, so although possibly eye opening to
Western readers, the content of this book is absolutely authentic.
Uncensored, tough, funny, and told in today’s language, ‘Sleepless
in Bangkok 2’ returns to the triangle . The human triangle and the Golden
Triangle. Once again, it is based on actual events. Only the names have
been changed to protect the guilty.
NB. ‘Sleepless in Bangkok 2’ contains a considerable amount of
expletives and the most explicit scenes of sex and violence. Do not pur-
chase if you are of a sensitive disposition or emanate from a sheltered
personal background. However, if you wish to learn how to say “fuck
you” in Lao......................
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‘Sleepless in Bangkok 2’
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Return to the Triangle
(C) 2010.
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1
Fucked Again
“Bollards,” Gunn exclaimed, almost to herself, as she
sat naked on the side of the bed and caught a long, well
manicured fingernail on the elastic of her bikini briefs as
she tried to pull them over her ankles. Naked other than
tiny panties at her ankles, she nursed her not quite broken
fingernail. Gunn’s Buddhist mindlessness had kept her
one word curse, quiet. She did not wish to wake Steven,
who was laying next to her on the bed they had shared
for the night.
I think you mean ‘bollocks,” Steven quietly said as
he opened his eyes, his well honed, ex-SAS instinct for
survival having aroused him the moment Gunn had sat
up on the bed beside him.
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Steven smiled at Gunn’s English language error.
“Bollards are largish things that go between two lanes of
a highway. Bollocks are largish things that go between a
man’s legs, either side of his 007 and a half. You meant
it as a curse word.”
“Bollards, bollocks, you know what I meant, so
what does it matter?”
Steven placed his arms around Gunn’s back, gently
cupping his hands over her childlike breasts. “But your
English language skills are very good. You were pretty
close and I did know what you meant.”
“You are the horniest man I have ever met,” Gunn
said as she turned to stare into Steven’s face, allowing
his hands to move deftly sideways to cup his hands
around her breasts from the front.
“A complaint or a compliment?” Steven asked.
Gunn did not reply, as she kicked the bikini briefs
away from around her ankles and pulled the sheet
covering Steven’s lower body away and laid her naked
body across his.
“Penal servitude again, if I’m lucky,” Steven added
with a wry smile.
“Shhhhh,” Gunn quietly said. “The sight of your
naked body and your hands on one of my erogenous
zones has made me feel really horny.”
“Do you mean your tits?” Steven semi-stated, semi-
asked. “Erogenous zones, far too clever for a fucking
woman.”
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“Fucking woman is it?” Gunn semi-stated, semi-
asked, as she touched Steven’s penis till it got hard
enough for her to slip it inside the end of her moist, baby
sized pussy. “Fucking woman for sure, right now if you
are a good boy. OK for you?” she asked in a soft, little
girl voice.
Steven did not reply, his soft growl of pleasure and
the gentle, sensuous movement of his body in unison
with Gunn’s rhythmic motion, saying more than words
ever could.
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2
A Rude Awakening
A phone call two hours later interrupted what was a
contented, postcoital slumber.
“Is that my mobile or yours?” Gunn mumbled as
her arm fumbled around her side of the bed, seeking her
phone. “It’s yours I think, she said a bit louder than
before, as she discovered that her phone was silent and
tried to rouse Steven as the sound of some English
classical music - the ring tone of Steven’s mobile -
continued on the other side of the bed.
Steven failed to answer, not giving a toss whether
the phone was ringing or not. He was interested only in
the moment, which was the pleasant feeling of floating
in the deep sleep that only a good fuck can engender.
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Gunn leant over Steven’s naked body to grab the
phone on his side of the bed, tweaking his penis and
flicking his nuts with her fingers as she did so.
“Bollocks, did you have to do that?” Steven said,
his blissful sleep fucked for sure now.
“Not have to but it did the trick. Wake you up, I
mean. Your phone not mine, so maybe important.”
Steven just laid down on his other side with his
back to Gunn. “You answer it.”
“Yes, your majesty. Secretary will answer phone
for big boss.”
Gunn picked up Steven’s phone. “I hate that awful
music. English classical music not to Thai people’s taste.”
“I will change it to some really nice Isaan folk music,
sometime,” Steven mumbled, before relaxing again and
closing his eyes.
“Who? Who? I don’t recognise your voice. Can
you speak louder?” Gunn asked as she laid back on her
side of the bed with Steven’s phone in her hand.
The prod in Steven’s ribs with her elbow was not
to Steven’s liking. “You are getting just like a wife these
days,” he said. “No consideration for your lord and
master’s needs, comfort and wishes.”
“It’s your boss,” Gunn said as she held the phone
in front of Steven’s mouth.
“I’m freelance, don’t have a boss,” Steven replied.
“Former boss, Khun Double-Barrelled,” Gunn said
with a quiet laugh. “Mr. Rupert Montgomery-Fairfax.”
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“I suppose I’d better stand to attention,” Steven
said as he forced himself to wake up enough to take the
phone from Gunn’s hand.
“You stood to attention two hours ago, and it was
very nice,” Gunn replied.
“If I stand to attention in that way for Wupert, he
never could say his ‘r’s, he will get the wrong idea and
think I’ve become as gay as he is. Fuck, what does he
want now?”
“A bit of quiet blackmail probably, if his last
conversation with me a few months ago is anything to
go by [*],” Gunn confirmed.
“Bollocks to him. Espionage work, security work
or any work is not what I’m looking for at this moment
in time. I’m too fucking old for danger and shit like that.
We scored enough cash from our last escapade not to
have to work again. Trust an English civil servant not to
let clever people like us to get away with our ill-gotten
gains. We did earn it after all, and got rid of a really bad
man from Bosnia as well as a bunch of bastards from
your area. We also rid the world of a great stash of drugs
that would have hurt a lot of people. Well, you got rid of
the very bad man from Bosnia. I was just a surprised
bystander. You saved my life while you were at it.” Steven
clasped Gunn’s hand, but his eyes said more.
“Compliments will get you everywhere,” Gunn
replied with a wry smile. “Answer the phone and speak
to Rupert or he will put you on kitchen duty.”
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“Jankers. Thank Christ I’m not in the army any
longer. You just brought back some shit memories of
boot camp.”
“Answer the phone,” Gunn said again.
Steven did as he was told and finally relieved Rupert
of his tense moment by answering the phone and speaking
to him. “And what gives us the pleasure of your gay,
dulcet tones, Rupert? Or should I call you, sir?”
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3
Inter Country Intercourse
The meeting between Rupert Montgomery-Fairfax,
Steven and Gunn was to be held in a large, sumptuously
furnished room in an old building in the well manicured
gardens of the British Embassy, in Wittaya Road. Or
Wireless Road to give it its English name, off Sukhumvit,
Bangkok.
As Steven and Gunn walked through the gardens
of the Embassy, towards what was at one time probably
the residence of an important, or self-important official
on the embassy staff, Steven gave Gunn an order, but
stated more as a request. “Darling, this is Wireless Road
and expect wires and recording devices where we are
meeting. Many probably, so don’t admit to anything,
pretend ignorance, and let me do the talking. OK?”
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