I jumped in the back of my buddy’s car and during the 30 min drive to go two city blocks he told me about his new Bimmer and the politics of buying a new company car in a US/Thai partnership with a Thai president. I heard about Bimmer’s, Benz’s and Volvo’s and the exact pecking order of each model. Being only a VP he had been consigned to a lowly 300 series after the pres chose a 500 series. Poor slob. Since as a farang it would be a cold day in Thailand before he ever actually drove it himself, I guess status and rear-seat room were his top concerns.

Finally we arrived at the office. We spend most of the morning with him ostensibly bringing me up to speed with what he wanted me to do, but mostly just bullshitting and catching up (I hadn’t seen him in about 3 years). Shortly after sitting down I was asked by a secretary what I’d like to drink. Moments later a shy maid brought it to me. During the remainder of my stay, my chosen drink would magically appear at my desk within minutes of my arrival and be quietly replaced throughout the day as needed. Never a word except “thank you (Kawp khun krap!)” exchanged with the two silently efficient maids. I became fascinated with how the two of them went about their work without even a nod of acknowledgement from almost the entire office. It was like a seminar in the social class system. Nevertheless, I found myself wishing we had similar perks in Vegas.

Then I looked out the window of my buddy’s office. Then I looked again in a quick double take. Fuckin’ A! You’ve got to be shitting me! There, big as hell and less than a half block away was the Prince hotel. It took me a second for that to sink in. My face was now pressed against the window. Yep! There’s Halem, and the 7-11! I couldn’t see it, but I knew Atami was there. My reptile brain began to fill with images of lunchtime soapies. “That’s it!” I thought, I’m wrangling a transfer here!

Right after lunch my body hit the wall. My clock said it was 11 at night and I’d had bupkiss for sleep in three days. A lot of No-Doze and Coke Lite (funny, same name as in TJ) kept me going though. Of course, instead of getting out early I got out late, and it was about 5 pm before I walked out the front door of the building, crossed the street covered the 500 feet or so from the office to Atami.

The whole place seemed to know why I was there. At the same time as the guy at the door directed me down the hall towards the restaurant, I spotted Fon waving wildly from just inside its door. She greeted me enthusiastically but at the same time very coolly. Big smiles, little kisses. I didn’t realize it yet, but this was my first exposure to acceptable public behavior in Thailand – even in an MP restaurant.

We chatted for a few minutes while I drank a Coke Lite (the older waitress just smiled and called me Pom Pui (chubby)). I was supposed to meet X and Bada at 7pm at Big Dogs, so we grabbed a cab back to the Marriott.

Following a quick shower I just couldn’t resist – the boys would have to wait. I had her clothes off in record time and found my way between her legs for a little papaya before dinner. When she came and kicked me out of papaya village I kicked back for a very nice covered BJ followed by cowgirl. This time my timing was better and was able to get off before she’d finished her twitching from her second O.

We did the shower thing and I looked at the clock – about 8:30. Shit. Sorry guys! I thought about running over to the bar to see if they were still there, but I was too beat and hungry. I’d promised Fon we’d hit a nightclub, but when she saw my state she immediately suggested room service and sleep. I thought she was friggin brilliant.

30 minutes later she was enjoying the most popular dish in Bangkok – Tom Yum Khung (pronounced “goong”), a very spicy soup with coconut milk, curry and huge river prawns. Of course I couldn’t resist working the name of the dish into my chica rap from then on – I would tell them that I was hungry. When they asked “What for?” I’d give them “for some Tom Yum (whatever their name was)”. It went over big. It’s amazing how much better your stupid lines work when you’re holding the baht!

My fast food brain was screaming for a hamburger, so I ordered one, hoping for the best. What I received was a very pleasant surprise, and I highly recommend the Marriott Café’s hamburger if you get that irresistible Inn-n-Out urge of the other sort while in Bangkok – very tasty indeed.

After dinner we both crashed, and I slept like the dead – for all of 2 hours. Then a damned light switch flipped in my head and I was wide-awake. The rest of the night was spent staring at the clock and cuddling with Fon. I finally managed to fall asleep for a couple hours again before the alarm sounded. Fon woke up also, and it was time for my favorite part of TLN’s (OK, LT’s – this ain’t TJ), the breakfast fuck.

Damn there’s nothing like a blowjob in the morning! We were on the clock, so it was one O for each of us followed by a frantic shower and rapid dressing.

I gave her another 2K baht. This time she just smiled, thanked me and accepted it without argument. I told her I wouldn’t be able to pay her baht price that day, but I’d try to make it to see her again by Friday. She was not happy at all. I would have loved to spend a few more days with Fon, but I still had hope for the over bet and meant to give it a decent shot.

We made it to the lobby with only a few minutes to spare before my buddy pulled up. I kissed Fon goodbye and left for another difficult (yeah, right) day at work.

I vowed to myself to do at least two chicas that night.

To be continued…

drew Moo Yai

Drew,
I like your reporting style. After a few visits to LoS what happens in between orgasms is becoming more and more of the adventure.

I do the Coke, Starbucks, chocolate covered espresso beans thing here in Seattle. Discovered Lipovitan-D while in Thailand, it's all over the place. "Lipo" is just another means of getting the ol' sugar and caffine rush, but seems very "asian" to me ... after all this IS the land of elixirs, a little powdered rhino horn and away we go!

Drew, you are kicking ass. well done. i'm not sure i can read anymore w/o heading to the airport.

A smile on my face enjoying "Drew's Thailand Adventure". An easy read and I look forward to the future chapters.

Mcdijj,

You really should consider a return trip to SEA this month. I think you would be a very happy camper.

Indy

Sounds like lots and lots of fon. Very interesting, fun to read. One of these days, gotta git me to Thailand.