Not much really happened while Xen was doing his sightseeing. I ended up just hanging out most of the day. I hadn't been on a computer much recently so I caught up on some reading.

One of the things I researched were some locations that I had visited two years prior with the Japanese guys. We went on a little tour of an area with higher priced massage parlours and girls. I remembered there being books with pictures to look through and expensive sideline girls. I didn't recall being particularly wowed with the talent, but much of that trip is a blur now anyways cause I didn't write anything down. We probably wouldn't partake, but I definitely wanted to see what a 5500 baht girl looked like!

Based on the descriptions I found and a map Xen had, I knew I wanted to head to the Rachadaphisek area to check out Poseidon, Emmanuel, Hi-Class and the assortment of other places that were available there. After Xenono got back, we got ready then we headed out in search of a cab. Despite having the map, finding a driver that knew where we wanted to go proved to be a bit of a challenge, but finally we found one and were off.

Things were coming back to me as we headed up the road to the Rachada area. I checked the map and scanned both sides of the road to see what I could recognize. Once we spotted Poseidon, we signaled to the driver to drop us off nearby.

Poseidon is a massize size building. Looking at it makes you wonder what they do with all that space. It couldn't possibly be used just to offer sexual services. Or could it? Though I thought I had been here before because I recognized the name, I actually hadn't. The map showed that there were places we could visit north and south of Poseidon. Consequently, he headed north and decided to work our way south. Our first stop brought us to a place called Copa Cabana.

The prices at Copa Cabana were higher than we were used to paying, but the talent wasn't more impressive, at least not at the time. Still, it was early and supposedly some nice talent would be arriving later, or so we were told.

Next we headed into the large lobby area of Poseidon where we were directed up some stairs to the second level where the fishbowl was located. There were some doable girls for a decent prize, but these weren't the treasures we were looking for. The availabilty of more girls wasn't obvious, but I knew they were there so I asked. We were told there were sideline girls on the third floor and Russians on the seventh. "You'll have a better time here", he said, "sometimes they get complaints up there".

I wasn't sure what to make of it, but it probably made sense. The higher floors were higher priced girls who were probably stuck up. Supposedly, many were print models. Well, we needed to see for ourselves anyways. He persisted a bit to have us choose a girl from the fishbowl, but we told him we'd be back and made our way down a hall to the elevators.

The third floor didn't have much of a selection when we arrived. There were plenty of attendants and other staff, but there appeared to be only two girls working. We stood there for a moment considering our options. It was early, but I expected more than what was here. Maybe they were out of sight, I thought. The hostess wasn't too prompt in greeting us, but she finally arrived and we sat down for a drink. I gazed across the room at the two girls while we were seated. One definitely had potential. I could tell she was the kind of girl that could look incredible with the proper makeup and photographed professionally, but right now she was just beautiful in person and only a comfortable amount of makeup and normal clothes.

Knowing that the Poseidon supposedly offered services from models, I asked our hostess about it. As I expected, she confirmed that the girl I was looking at was a model, a Penthouse model in fact. I then asked if they had books to look at, I wanted to look at her pictures and see what other selection they had to offer. She left momentarily and returned with the catalog.

The catalog had some gorgeous girls in it, but there were no magazine spreads as I had expected. After going through, Xen finally got around to asking the price. She hesitated a moment before answering, then proceeded to quote us two different prices with Xen's 1000 baht higher than mine, about $25 US higher.

I had already known about the additional price they tack on for foreigners, but I guess I had forgotten to mention it to Xen or he had forgotten that I mentioned it, cause he was taken aback. He was visibly shocked and questioned her about why we were quoted two different prices. She didn't answer immediately, then when she did answer, she just repeated the prices. He was looking for a direct answer, but she didn't want to give it. Xen then said something like, "So this is a White Guy Surcharge?!". I could sense she was uncomfortable and concsiously trying to maintain her smile. Finally, she admitted, "Yes, something like that".

Xen didn't seem too satisfied with her answer, but it was probably the closest he'd get to a direct answer for the pointed question. We found out that more girls would arrive in the evening, so we paid up our tab and hopped back into the elevator to the seventh floor.

The layout had been considerably different on each floor. The second floor was a familiar scene of the fishbowl with a wide area of chairs for browsing. The third floor was full of comfortable chairs and couches in a more upscale and relaxed setting with a fully stocked bar visible in the back.

We came to the seventh floor which opened into what looked like a relatively dark hotel corridor. Had we been alone, we would have had no idea where to go to find girls as it looked like we had come to a deserted part of the hotel. As we followed our guide to the proper room, I thought to myself, they certain seem to be hiding the caucasian women.

It's not often you walk into a room full of WHITE women happy to see you and doing their best to attract your attention. It seemed weird. I'm sure I had a stupid looking smile on my face due to the response of all these white women. Also, the room was much smaller than the others. On the other floors we had plenty of space. Now we were in a small room virtually surrounded by women only a few feet away from us. Many of them made comments showing off their seductive European accents. Hearing this was also a bit disabling. We scanned the talent and discussed our options a bit in Spanish. I wasn't really impressed with the talent, I had only two potential targets that weren't necessary for me to do given the price. The major draw was the voice and getting a European under my belt, but I wasn't pressed to do so now for 3500 baht. Xen was considerably more tempted. We shared the same top target, but Xen's other targets surprised me, I definitely wouldn't have paid that much for his other choices.

Xen's two secondary choices were pale redheads. One of the women I considered was a blond who for some reason disappeared into a back room. Our shared target was a short, pretty brunnette. Her only flaw was what appeared to be a slightly large jaw when she wasn't smiling. The rest to me appeared to be average looking white women. One of them I thought had a cute face, but she was rather large, not fat, but big-boned. She looked like someone you didn't want to piss off or she'd kick your ass. She reminded me of a KGB agent.

We stood there for an uncomfortable amount of time. For me, it felt strange "rejecting" all these women when we were standing so close to them. The KGB agent could read our movements and made some interesting comments. Think of Natasha's voice from the Rocky and Bullwinkle show. She said something like "You don't leave. You leave, I kill you." She said this with a diabolical, unflinching smile. It was kind of cute in a maniacal sort of way.

Fortunately, I was able to convince Xen in Spanish that it would be better to come back later, it was early and we still had places to visit. The Russians weren't happy to see us go, but they still smiled when we promised we would return.

I recognized the Hi-Class name, but not the layout when we walked in. The prices were OK for the fishbowl, but we weren't impressed with the options. We spotted two potentials, one was a sideline and the other a VIP, but they weren't all that either considering the higher price. Xen wasn't too happy that this place had a WGS as well.

Emmanualle was one of the places I recognized from before. This place seemed to have potential, but it didn't have a jaw-dropping effect with it's women either. Xen was also still annoyed with the WGS concept. We was complaining about it almost the whole time we were walking around.

There were many other small places we visited, but they didn't have any amazing beauties or even beauties for the most part. I was really tempted by one girl I saw, but lost my focus when I noticed that the male attendant was standing much too close to me and wouldn't leave me alone. When he grabbed my arm while I was walking away I got really annoyed. She was cute, but I was too disturbed by this dude to consider staying at this place.

Xen decided he would do a Russian. I wasn't that impressed with their beauty for the price, but I decided I needed to do the same for the experience. Besides, it had been YEARS since I did a white girl.

We stopped at the second and third floors to see if there was any new talent that would change our minds. I saw more potentials on the second floor, but still wanted to see the Russians again. I considered the Penthouse model as well, but we couldn't find her upon our return to the third floor. There were more girls, but only one I would have considered for inflated prices and she wasn't smiling. Back to the seventh floor!

Xen had seemed to become increasingly interested in one of the redheads while we were walking about. I had assured him she'd probably still be available when we returned, but to my surprise she wasn't. The brunette I had noticed from before was now significantly more animated and working to maintain my attention. Her accent was making it increasingly difficult for me to divert my attention. She hooked me. I borrowed some baht from Xen because I forgot to change money again. We left the room as Xen continued to look at the girls.

Vivian, from Poland, whipped out the cigarrettes after getting the bath started. She wasn't cuddly at all, but I enjoyed talking to her. She spoke enough English to have "intelligent" conversation. She told me about how she spoke a multitude of languages including her native Polish, Russian, Korean, Thai, and at least two others. She told me how she had three boyfriends. All sent her money from far away, two wanted to marry her. All three knew about the other two, or so she said. She described her 6-month contract of having to work every day and how her "boyfriends" would have to pay outrageous amounts if they wanted to spend time with her during working hours. She did go to at least one of their hotels after work, though. She showed me pictures of herself and her best friend, a girl named Kat from Russia who would turn out to be Xenono's choice. She had no makeup on in the photos and looked dramatically different, below average even and a girl I would NEVER have chosen from photos like she had. But the Vivian in front of me was really cute and attractive.

After the water was ready, we undressed and moved to the bathtub. We got into the bath where she decently bathed me and we continued to talk. The bath was nothing special and was actually a little too long considering it wasn't very sexy.

Vivian then brought me to the bed where she started kissing my chest and licking my nipples. This was more like it. Seeing her puckered lips and wet tongue gracing my chest was highly arousing. The upper body foreplay was too short, but I wasn't about to complain while she was giving me a nice covered BJ. The BJ lasted a bit longer before she stradded me,

She had a slight gut, but otherwise her body was very nice and looked perfect moving back and forth on top of me. Unfortunately we didn't kiss and she was much quieter than I had hoped. We exchanged positions and I took her in missionary for a while where I finished our session. We talked for a while longer in bed then afterwards while getting cleaned up. Finally, we said our goodbyes and I headed downstairs to the second floor where I had to wait for Xen.

Fishbowl talent was now considerably higher and I saw three that I would have liked to have taken if I had been ready and had money on me. Xen arrived shortly afterwards and then we left. We both had good experiences that outdid the average Tijuana session, but nowhere near to our raised standards or the average Thai girl.

We discussed and recorded our stories on a long, winding trip back to Nana. Xen said he probably wouldn't return to this area, but I'm willing to give it another chance when I manage to eventually get back. Of course, unlike Xen I don't have to worry about a WGS.

Back at Carnival, I really wanted to do Luscious A, but I wasn't too happy about vibes I was getting from the previous night so I decided not to try. Crimped hair A would have been nice, but we didn't see her. We stopped at Fantasia where Sarn, the "Oh Yeah" girl tempted me. Xen made her demonstrate her "Oh Yeah" cry, it was pretty funny. At Playskool, Xen's really cute girl made passes at me while he wasn't looking, but I knew he wasn't that impressed with her and we had our unique targets thing going, so I passed on her as well. We decided to head to Clinton.

We crossed Sukhumvit and headed east where we were soon greeted by two girls working the street. The cuter one grabbed me and the other one grabbed Xen. From a distance I was intrigued, but I didn't like her as much close up. I also wasn't positive that she was a she. Her small frame was fine, but I'm overly careful when it comes to street girls. I think they all might be katooeys to be safe.

We stopped at Dollhouse where we each found a girl we were interested in. Xen lost interest in his girl when he saw she had acne. My blond was good to go, but she wasn't the "stunner" I wanted on my last full night in Thailand, so I had decided she'd be my backup. We continued on to Soi Cowboy.

We cut through the beer bar complex again when we ran into the dude who ran the Run Amuck bar. I wanted to find my perfect speciman, but the dude was insistant that we stop for a drink. We lost some precious time learning about beer bars, but eventually we escaped and made it around the corner to Soi Cowboy.

We then stopped at Tilac, but Xen didn't stay long cause he was tired, he wanted to head back to Nana Plaza and find a target there. I had a few girls I was pondering at Tilac, so I stayed. We finalized our plans to head back to Pattaya the next day before he departed.

When they played "Who the Fuck is Alice?", I rushed over to the DJ booth to get the name of the group.

I had two top targets that were really hot at Tilac. The one that was closer didn't seem too interested in finding a customer, but she was unoccupied. Another girl that was friendly and smiled at me was going back and forth between dancing, walking around, and some customers she had. Our exchanged smiles and glances signaled mutual interest, but she was still unavailable and I feared the guys might barfine her. Still, her smile made her pass with flying colors, so I was willing to wait unless I could get the cute girl nearby to express some interest.

There were a couple of strange things that happened while I was waiting for this girl. One involved a ladyboy that teased the two of us while she had stopped in front of me to talk a bit. "You like her?", he said, "but she has a penis!" It was said jokingly, but still, there was cause to worry. Could it be? She was incredibly cute with no signs of manhood about her, but she was quiet, and I had come to the determination that quiet was not a common thing with Thai women, the real ones at least. I would have to observe more closely. As hard as I looked, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary the next time she walked by or when she stopped to see me again.

An older waitress also seemed interested in helping me find a girl for the night. I told her I was already waiting for one. She also reacted strangely when she saw who I was waiting for and looked at me funny. She told me to come outside with her. Outside, she asked me to trust her. She told me she knew a lot of the girls there and knew a lot of things most other people didn't know. She told me that if I trusted her, I would leave and find a girl elsewhere. She also made me promise not to say anything in the bar as she could get in trouble. I thanked her and walked back in the bar. I took a final glance at the girl and wondered how she could possibly not be genuine. I waved goodbye to her, to which she came up and told me to wait a bit. She borrowed a pen and piece of paper and wrote her number down with instructions to call her. Above her number was written her name, "Nut".

I left Tilac and saw A the dancer sitting outside. She saw me and smiled. I came to talk to her and saw she was drunk off her ass. When I leaned in to talk to her, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I was very tempted, but didn't want to take a drunk girl and there was our unique girl thing again, so we chatted up a bit before I returned to Dollhouse.

Dollhouse talent had dissapated considerably and my backup was gone. I looked around, but no one was up to my standards, so I headed back to Nana.

At Carnival, I was excited and happy to see Crimped Hair A was dancing on the stage and apparently available. I was going to be the first to get her when she finished dancing when another customer signaled her off the stage and she joined him. Doh! Note to self: If it's late and you see a girl you really want, don't hesitate, wave your arms wildly and get her to join you before someone else grabs her.

Stinky A was available, but I didn't want to repeat with her and there was no other talent I was really impressed with, so I headed to Fantasia.

I asked about Sarn, but unfortunately found out she was already barfined. Man, my last night and I was striking out left and right. I stopped in Fantasia but didn't see anyone that caught my interest.

At Playskool, a very cute (but tall) girl in street girls seemed interested in me. She was busy for some reason, though, so I couldn't really consider her. All the other worthy Playskool talent seemed to have disappeared as well.

Frustrated and getting tired, I decided to just call it a night. I didn't want to bother hassling with Grace and we were headed back to Pattaya the next day anyways where I would get another shot at the Dollhouse sisters, #1 A, and possibly Puy from Cutty Shark.

Of course, I would also have to dodge Ying...

Just out of curiosity and to define what you mean by WGS; what nationality are you? I thought you were both from the states. Usually, there is a Thai price and a farang price. So I'm assuming you look Thai.

I'm Korean. You don't like me. ;)

But seriously I'm one of those Asians that doesn't talk much. I don't hang out with the "Asian crowd" at CC, I'm usually by myself or with one or two friends that I've known for a long time. I don't even talk to them much in the bar because they play the music too loud, there's too much smoke, and my throat gets irritated quickly if I talk too much while I'm down there.

Since coming back it's been much more difficult for me to hang out in Tijuana. Even the favoritas aren't doing it. It's such a letdown. I'd rather be in Asia or Costa Rica.