The first thing of any interest on Thursday was dinner. My buddy had been raving about his favorite Indian restaurant and one dish in particular – the roasted leg of lamb. On Monday he’d called to make the reservation but with the proviso that they must have the leg of lamb available (occasionally it is not). So after the chef assured him Thursday afternoon that he would indeed be able to have his precious entre he confirmed our res.

His wife arrived at the office at about 7pm and we bolted to make our 7:30 pm reservation. About 20 minutes later we pulled up to the Rembrandt Hotel on Soi 18, just off of Sukhumvit. Our restaurant was on the 26th and top floor – The Rang Mahal.

As you exit the elevator, you hang a right and the Rang Mahal is directly ahead. I believe it may be the only thing on the floor. We were ushered to our table immediately. Looking around my first impression was that this was indeed the nicest looking Indian restaurant I’d ever been in. It even had live entertainment from a group of about 4 Indian musicians. Hopefully the food would be up to the ambiance.

I’m happy to report that it certainly was. Even the leg of lamb lived up to its impossible hype – I highly recommend it. The dal is also not to be missed – it’s slow cooked all day – very tasty. These two dishes were so outstanding they overshadowed the rest, but the lamb vindaloo was also very good. Heck, it was all good. I’d rate it a “don’t miss” if you’re looking for great Indian food in Bangkok. We had a ton of food and didn’t even come close to eating it all (I think we ordered a good 6 or seven entrees for the three of us). With a bottle of wine and cocktails, the bill was in the 5000 baht area. Definitely not cheap, but it is among the best Bangkok has to offer, and at less than $40 per person with wine and drinks (and dessert), it’s not that bad (it would be fairly average for most decent restaurants in Vegas).

We finished at about 9:20 pm and they dropped me at Soi 33 on their way east to the Farang Estates. I’d arranged to meet X at the Blue BBQ at 9, so I hauled butt over there, ignoring the pleas of the occasional hello girl.

I found X at the first high-top inside the door, surrounded by women. I was immediately set-upon by the suspected non-genetic female from the night before. “She” immediately assumed an “I’m going home with you” attitude that I couldn’t manage to discourage without being downright rude – not the best of choices in Thailand. Luckily one of the Brit’s cuties was on my other arm. If I could just figure out how to get her bar fined without my “girl”friend knowing…

X interrupted my scheming with the announcement that we needed to go to Christies. Now. He’d seen something about a “show” there at 10:00 pm, and didn’t want to miss it. Oh well, at least it was a good excuse to get away. If I didn’t find something at Christies or one of the other bars, I could always return and deal with my bar fine problem.

Safely outside we hurried down Wall towards 33, pausing momentarily to appreciate one of the girls sitting outside of Mondrian a few doors down. I made a note to myself to check her out a bit more thoroughly later, and we continued on. As we passed Goya, a hello girl actually walked out to me and tried to convince me to go inside. I turned her down with hardly a look, an action which I would definitely live to regret.

Finally we reached Christies. The place was packed with women, and most of them were doable. As you enter there is a pool table on the right, and a very large bar on the left. The bar continues straight for a bit then bulges out in a large peninsula. Opposite the peninsular section of bar are some tables and a small dance floor. Continuing past the bar there is another smaller room at the back, next to the restrooms. A 6-foot wooden penis dominates the passageway to the back room. It’s a very humbling sight.

X immediately sees the girl of his dreams for the night and manages to get her attention before we grab a couple barstools on the backside of the peninsula. By the time the first drink arrives the mamasan is all over me. She insists that she has the perfect girl for me and disappears. Moments later she returns with Apple in tow. Definitely over the Mendoza - I think she’ll do.

The “show” never materializes, but we aren’t too concerned any more. A girl comes around passing out photocopies of a girl’s picture and markers. The idea is to make her as ugly as possible. The winning entry gets a bottle of booze or something. So we mark up the poor girl’s pic and Apple runs off to turn them in.

We’re both getting along very well with our girls, but I do notice that while Apple is very friendly, she is very closed-mouthed with her tongue. I will find out why a few hours later. In the interim we play kissy-face, drink and watch the pool-shark hostesses clean up with the farangs.

By the time we get around to bar fining them its closing time. We grab a cab to the Nana from which Apple and I take the short walk to the Marriott.

Apple is 21 with nice firm B cups and a great body to go with them. She’d worked at Christies for 1 month and had worked at Goya before that. She was from Suhkothai (sp?). I decided I might need to check out Goya – a fateful decision.

While talking I’d noticed what I thought was a flash of metal in her mouth, so I insisted that she show me her tongue. Ahh! As expected – pierced. She then informed me that it was only 4 days old and quite sensitive. I couldn’t help but think of how that would feel on my dick, but for some reason I didn’t think of the obvious – she was probably bi. My ménage radar was woefully out of adjustment the entire trip.

Following the normal shower routine I discovered a very nice partially shaved panocha that I thoroughly explored at a nice leisurely pace. I then asked her for a little “smoke” action. She started to object because of her overly sensitive tongue, but in the middle of her sentence wrapped her lips around my dick. I wish all women would “object” to blowjobs like that! She did good work, but I have to say that the tongue stud did nothing for me.

We then finished with the standard drew position – cowgirl. She had an excellent long stroke beginning and middle with a nice grind to finish.

The requisite showers followed. Sleep ambushed my ass, and the next thing I knew the alarm was going off. Friggin’ work was getting in the way of my mongering! Then I remembered that I was going in late today. Perfect. I rolled Apple over and repeated the previous night’s activities. There really is nothing quite like a little Thai for breakfast!

Finally at about 9am I sent Apple packing with her 3000 baht (yeah, I know…) and grabbed a cab for work.

To be continued…

drew Moo Yai

Your right...their is nothing like Thai for breakfast.