Hatyai is the biggest city/town in Southern Thailand. It’s somewhat of an industrial center and not exactly on the tourist track. It is, however, on the sanuking circuit. Hatyai is the gateway to Malaysia, or, more appropriately for the Malays, the land of good shopping and naughty girls.

I’d visited the place for Thai New Year (Songkran) in April, 2001. I had such a great time that I vowed to return someday. That vow has now been fulfilled.

I arrived a couple days before the festivities began. Getting a hotel during Songkran is like trying to find a hotel at Christmas time, it’s that tough. I got lucky, however, as I managed to land a room at the Pink Lady hotel complex. I was doubly lucky as they’d converted two floors of the massage wing to accommodate overnight guests – in other words, I was staying in a soapy room! (This is something like a Rio Love Motel room.)

My first task was to go downstairs and find my soapy girl. Two years earlier, she made my first trip to Thailand a totally memorable experience and I was eager to re-live it. The fish bowl was nearly empty as it was just after noon. I was pleased to see that not only did the price not change, but instead of 1600 THB for 90 minutes, they were running a 2-hour special! Oooh, yeah!

I knew my soapy girl came in at 12, so I checked with the pappasan. “Oh, she no here! Not been here couple of days.” I asked where she was if there was any hope of calling her. Unfortunately (or fortunately), the place does not keep track of the girls. I had him check with all the girls getting ready in the back, at least one of them would have her number. When he came back, I was informed that her friend said she would be back today. Relieved, I went up to my room to unpack.

When I got back downstairs, I was informed that my girl was taken. Well, I waited two years, I could hold my breath for two hours.

I took some time to get a shave and an ear cleaning right on the premises. If you’ve been to Thailand but never had an ear cleaning, try it … once. The girl put a strong lamp up to my ear and pulled out a set of instruments that would look right at home beside a dentist’s chair. She poked around for a long time as I cringed on the seat. I didn’t really need the cleaning, but it’s nice to know that for SURE.

When I came out, Pappasan ran to the back and got Nu for me. She gave me her cute smile and politely shook hands. After I paid, we hugged in the elevator. Nu is in her mid-twenties, has hair that would do justice to a shampoo ad and is cute as a button. She’s no head turner, but she is, nonetheless, beautiful. Her eyes turn gently down on the outside, a little button nose, and her mouth turns up in a Mona Lisa smile. Her voice is very soft, almost sing song like (which is more than helped along by the fact that she quietly hums a tune as she goes about her work). Yeah, I missed that girl.

As Nu started the bath, the maid delivered the supplies (soap, etc.). We tried to catch up on each other’s lives, but her English is limited. It’s made worse by the fact that she never indicates when she doesn’t understand something I’ve said. She had no boyfriend (and didn’t expect to ever get one as she worked from 12 to 12 and only an occasional day off). “Have too many boyfriends!” she giggled.

We undressed each other and she hung up my clothes before neatly folding her gown. I climbed into the bath and she knelt between my legs. She pulled me toward her until my butt was on her lap.

She started with my chest and worked her way down, giving plenty of attention to the little wombat (who was very pleased, I might add). She washed my arms then swiveled around to my legs. Finally, she had me sit upright to wash my back.

When I was clean, she rinsed me off with the spray hose, careful to control the jets with her fingertips. She then started whipping up the soap until if frothed. This she dashed across the air mattress beside the bath. I lay on my back and she applied more suds up and down my chest and legs. Satisfied, she climbed on top of me and started sliding back and forth. “Oh, Nu, how I’ve missed you!” I was torn between letting her do her work and grabbing that slippery little otter and nailing her then and there. She straddled me and rolled her hips, grinding our loins together in a most exquisite fashion. She slipped underneath me and continued her work.

She had me roll over on my stomach and applied more suds. The massage continued as she slid all over my back and slipped beneath me yet again. By the time she was done, she was nearly exhausted and I was seriously pumped. She rinsed me off and I returned the favor. I toweled her dry then lay back on the bed. She spent a few minutes tidying up the bath while I looked at the mirror on the ceiling. “Who’s a lucky bastard, eh?”

Nu joined me and we did some serious making out. She went down on me for several minutes then reached for a condom. “Uh, uh, Sweetie, your turn!”

I love eating Thai. Nu has hardly any hair, tiny lips, and a little button of clit. I brought her off twice before making my way up and kissing her again. With condom firmly in place, we re-acquainted ourselves after a two-year hiatus. The sex was as good as I remembered it. We kissed throughout the whole session and I managed to make her come again. I had been saving myself for a couple of weeks so my orgasm was … well, orgasmic. (Examining the contents of the condom afterward, I’m convinced I had nearly two tablespoons of mico-wombats in there.)

I tried to get her to take a day or two off, but after having been away, she couldn’t. I told Nu I was staying upstairs and if she’d sleep with me. She was a bit concerned as she was worried the manager would not and disapprove (the hotel provides girls, so I might have to pay a premium or she could get in trouble otherwise). I told her I’d move to another hotel if need be, but I was determined to experience a soapy in my own room.

She agreed to take a chance and that night, a bit after midnight, she arrived at my door, a basket of soapy supplies in hand. We didn’t have an air mattress, but I decided to turn the tables on her anyway. I prepped the bath, undressed her and led her to the tub. I couldn’t put her on my lap as it would have had her totally out of the water, so I washed her as best I could. She insisted that she wash me again as earlier that day and I was not about to resist that offer.

Back in the bed, we repeated the afternoon’s performance. We bathed again and fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms. Unfortunately, she had to leave early the next morning … 10AM. She wanted to get back to her room and get cleaned up (huh?) and change. She did, however, agree to join me again that night.

I wasn’t sure if I should stay in Hatyai or make my way to Krabi or Phuket. Songkran was still another day away and I had the option. However, as boring as Hatyai is, fun can still be had so I did a bit of shopping and chowing down on seafood. In the afternoon I took for nearby Songkla, a rather quiet beach town.

I took the time to call a young lady I met on a bus several weeks earlier. Then I was on my way to Cambodia and she was going somewhere else (I never did figure out where). She knew about a hundred words in English, I knew less than half that many in Thai, but she was ready to burst with excitement as she tried her best to communicate with me. I discovered, some time later, that she was in Hatyai. I decided to give her a call and see if she was still there. As best I could figure, from our “conversation,” she was either in Korat or Hatyai. I said goodbye, trying to tell her I’d find an interpreter for our next call.

That evening I checked out the Pink Lady café. Here, performers danced on stage, lip-synching to popular Thai, Chinese and English songs. Except for the language, it was sort of like a Britney Spears concert that way. Three ladies joined me at my table. We chatted about this and that, but they never bugged me for a drink. Instead, they told me how the flower system works. You buy a girl a flower lei; when she performs on stage, you put the lei around her neck and she earns big face. The plastic flower strings cost anywhere from 200THB to 1000THB. They told me about a Dutch guy who laid 1000THB leis on all the employees one night. Yikes! They offered to go on stage and sing my favorite Thai songs (including Doi Ray Me!), but it was getting a bit late and I had more places to check out. I drank up and said goodbye.

The Sky Lounge at Pink Lady was surprisingly quiet at 10PM. Let’s see, there was the band (very good), the wait staff, a bunch of gals sitting behind a sort of bar, and me. I joined the ladies at the bar and had a drink. The chatting was friendly enough but I wasn’t exactly playing by the rules. The rules, as near as I could tell, where that I was to choose a gal and sit and have a drink with her. I wasn’t sure if I’d have to pay for her time or be charged a ludicrous sum for a lady drink. I decided to give them something to remember me by: the ol’ tie-a-knot-in-a-cherry-stem-in-your-mouth trick. I wanted to leave them wondering what else I could do with my tongue.

Nu was sleepy that night (I’d kept her up quite late the night before). She called me and tried to put me off until the next day, but I was having nothing to do with that. I told her we would just sleep. So, when she arrived, we washed and crawled in to bed together and slept with her in my arms. For me, sleeping with her was just as enjoyable as the sex. Just touching her skin and burying my face in her gorgeous hair is a satisfying experience.

She tried to dash off in the morning again. I was up for some lovin’ but she would have nothing to do with it. She was in a rush to get back to her room and back to work. I told her I would be her first customer when she arrived. She giggled and told me to wait until tonight. I shook my head telling her I wanted the whole soapy treatment.

Around noon, I was ready to head over to the parlor when she called me. She told me not to come as a regular customer had just booked her. I was tempted to tell her that I booked her two hours earlier, but I was feeling laid back and figured I’d give the poor schmuck the first slot of the day. I’d take the last.

I decided to do a survey of the other soapy joints I could find. The other really nice looking place was only opening and had only two girls from which to choose (as opposed to Pink Lady’s dozen or more). The only other good place didn’t open until much later. I managed to find a place with 1000THB girls. One was pretty darn cute, looking more Indian than Thai, so I’d decided to go for it. The girl was pleasant enough but a bit standoffish. I discovered that I was her first Farang, she had only ever been with Thai guys all her (24-year) life. She was 100% Thai however, and was willing to see what the old Wombat could do.

It was not until we were in the bath that I realized there was no air mattress. This was the third time I’d made that mistake and cursed myself for not asking first (some places have bath and massage, but no soapy slide).

We retired to the bed and I got acquainted with the young lady. After some tentative oral work, she proclaimed that I would fit, but the condom might not. (Disclaimer: At best, I’m an average size guy, but perhaps a bit wide in girth.) Fortunately, I brought my own supply of homegrown condoms.

A half-hour later, we realized that the air conditioning system was not very effective. I was starting to really sweat and she was getting rather turned off by this fact. It didn’t help to suggest that she get on top and do a bit of the work (and the sweating), she wanted to do as little as possible. Sorry boys, but this is one Thai gal that will go running when a Farang walks into her parlor. I decided to give her a workout session, pounding away with no intention of coming, just getting exercise. I was drenched, and so was she. “Happy Songkran!” I laughed. She was not amused.

We washed up when I’d had enough. “Why you no come?” she asked. I just shrugged my shoulders. “You take other lady?”

“Maybe,” I tell her, thinking of what I’ll do to Nu that night.

When she commented about how much time I took, I asked her how long Thai men take. “Ten minutes. Over!” Ten minutes? Hell, I’m just getting started after ten minutes. I tell her that Farangs go for an hour, maybe too. She gave me a dubious look.

People in the street were starting to throw water. I thought it was a bit early, but things were really picking up. I was drenched by the time I got back to the hotel zone. I got splashed by a girl who later asked me where I was from (fairly common occurrence ). She told me she was Thai but was going to school in Malaysia. It just so happened that I worked there for a bit so we had something in common. She told me she planned to go back the next day. “Why?” I asked. She came alone and had no friends. “What about me?” I shout over the music. She says OK and asks where I’m staying. I tell her and she asks my room number. Without thinking, I tell her and she repeats the number a couple of times. She said she’d come by that night. “Uh, maybe not tonight, I’ll probably be up really, really late,” I lie. She tells me her hotel but I can’t remember the damn name. She tells me she’ll check out around noon and I try to figure out how to get in touch with her beforehand (to at least offer her a place to stay, generous guy that I am). It wasn’t until later that I remembered that I had my damn cell phone in my pocket. By the time I gathered enough clues to form a wit, I couldn’t find her. Damnit!

I showed up at Pink Lady at 10. Pappasan greeted me and gave me a 100THB discount because I was staying in the hotel (awful nice of ‘em, eh?). Nu was chatting with her friends and watching TV. I’d gone through the parlor a couple of times that day as the elevator to my room is right beside the fish bowl. Nu was only there half the time (yeah, she’s a popular gal, all right). She didn’t see me until the intercom instructed her to come out. When she saw me she half laughed, half groaned.

I hugged her in the elevator and asked me why I didn’t wait until later. Again I explained that I wanted to whole soapy treatment from her. When we went in the room, to my surprise, she turned on a TV program. This was very uncharacteristic of her, but as it was a drama, and there was only a few minutes left in the program, I figured she just wanted to see the end of the show she’d been watching downstairs.

I wanted to photograph the soapy experience but there was NO way she was going for that. She didn’t get upset, just told me like it was. I countered by telling her that I wanted to remember this experience, but there was do doing for her. She was reluctant enough to have her photo taken fully clothed (and it didn’t help matter that the few experimental shots I did earlier using the horrible room lights made us both look bad). So, boys, you’ll just have to use your imagination.

She was her usual efficient self and did a great job of warming me up. Our bed session was equally good, but the chemistry had passed. I look forward to sleeping with her, but decide that I should end things. Although she was polite and friendly with me, she never showed and real signs of affection. I couldn’t tell you what I was looking for, but I knew it wasn’t there.

I told her that I might leave for Krabi the next evening so it might well be our last night together. I went upstairs and she went down to change. She showed up at my door a few minutes later, basket of goodies and all.

I had hoped that she’d be more responsive that night, but if anything, she was cooler. The next morning I slipped out of bed (as we had discussed the night before) and went out into the streets to take part in Songkran (which starts pretty early). At ten I returned, hopping to give her a bit of New Year lovin’. Again, she was eager to get to work. Again I confirmed that I’d made the right decision about forgetting her.

I kissed her goodbye and went back outside to splash some water and find a gal.

I won’t describe Songkran other than to say it is the world’s biggest and bestest water fight and probably the most fun you can ever have with your clothes on. Be in Thailand on the 12/13 of April and see for yourself.

In the afternoon I made my way to one of the karaoke streets where girls can be “booked.” I hung around until I found one that caught my eye. Ploy spoke English pretty well, and looked about right for my needs (pure carnal lust). Unfortunately Mammasan pulled her inside for the lineup when a troop of male Malay tourists showed up. I scouted out a few more locations but went back to look for the one that got away earlier. Lucky for me, she hadn’t been whisked off. She saw me and was quite excited. She was dancing on a table at the time and gestured me to come to here. As I got there, we were both hit with a deluge of ice water. She ended up wrapped around me as I staggered to keep my balance. I damn near drowned in that girl’s tee shirt. We carried on for a while until she went for a cigarette. “Uh, oh.” I know some of you are OK with it, but I can’t stand kissing a smoker.

I wandered up and back down the street. I decided to seriously consider Ploy again, but before I could get to talk to her another good looking gal grabbed me and pulled me aside. She was also a babe and had good English skills. Ploy saw that I was coming for her and accosted the newcomer. The girls had words and Ploy harrumphed off.

It turned out that the new girl was from Malaysia. “Cool!” I haven’t bagged a Malay bird in a couple of years. As it turned out, she was Chinese Malay (not QUITE the same panache). Nevertheless, she was a little bundle of fun and I was seriously thinking I’d found my girl.

It got interesting when she told me that she had three kids. “How old are you?” I had to ask, because she looked quite young. When she told me she was thirty-four, I was floored. I would not have been surprised if she’d told me she was twenty-two. She was a first class babe, at least an eight out of ten. “I should marry a Chinese girl, then!” I say.

Well, if her age didn’t knock me over, her next statement sure as hell did. “That’s my husband!” she shouted as she pointed to a tall Chinese-looking guy dashing water everywhere.

“Ha, ha! That’s great!” I said with a well-faked smile, scanning for Ploy.

Fiona insisted that I sit with her. She was so happy, she said, because she gets to talk to a masalay (white guy). She is just bubbling over with excitement and sits me down next to her. She tells me she’s really open-minded and that all her friends no longer think of her as Chinese but as Western.

I’m keeping an eye on the husband, trying to see if he as any reaction to my presence with his wife (who’s hands are all over me, by the way). This guy is oblivious to his wife’s antics. She’s a dancer in his club. She’s doubly excited with I tell her I’ve actually been to this club in Kuala Lumpur. I neglect to say that it was so damn loud that I never made it in the door.

Between the buckets of water and the dancing to Thai tunes, we get to talking about Songkran, Thailand, Malaysia, Chinese, language, you name it. All the while she’s got her hands on me; going so far as to give me a lap dance and use her hands to check out my equipment. During all this, I actually meet the husband. I fear I’m being scouted out for a threesome, but that’s not the case. I also learn that the other major babe I’d been eyeing is the wife of another Chinese guy. She tells me he’s totally pussy whipped by this girl. She also pointed out her husband’s best friend and how he’s in love with her but there’s nothing he can do because of the friendship. This particular guy has already taken pains to point out Fiona’s husband to me.

Fiona and I talk about Western gals vs. Asian gals. I tell her I prefer Asians because they have smooth skin, not so much hair and nice bodies. She tells me she wishes she could have big breasts. When I tell her I prefer a lean figure, she gives me a wet one right on the ol’ kisser --one of many as it turned out.

Occasionally, one of the guys, including her husband, pours a beer in my mouth. I try to refuse, but there’s no use. Fiona truncates what little conversation I can start with these boys. She tells me they don’t speak much English anyway.

As I sit on a bench she’s dancing between my knees; I’ve got my hands all over her legs. “Are they smooth?” she shouts above the music. I smile and nod and she gives me another kiss. Her husband is now lying back in a cooler, half filled with water.

I’m figuring “What the fuck is going on here?” I’m ready to drag Fiona off to a hotel room, or back alley, or, damn it, right there in the street if I have to, and fuck her brains out because she’s giving me every green light I can imagine (including an offer to try some ecstasy with her). I’m wondering if she’s waiting for her drunken husband to pass out so she can sneak off, but with his jealous best friend watching?

I was so fucked up I had no idea what to do next. I saw Ploy sitting by herself and tried to attract her attention. Unfortunately, Mammasan beat me to it and she dashed off to the karaoke club (where, I learn later, some guy booked her).

Meanwhile, Fiona is still crawling all over me and I’m half expecting one of her male friends to break a bottle over the back of my head. The water still flows and the fun continues. Suddenly, she tells me how much fun it’s been taking with me and she’s shaking my hand. She gives me another kiss and she dashes off. Moments later, I see one of the local truck-taxis driving off with her, her husband and a whack of other Chinese Malays.

“What the fuck?”

I wandered around a bit looking for more opportunity, but ended up splashing water and seeing nothing to my liking. I made my way back to the town center. I remembered Pannee, the girl I’d met in the bus. I didn’t know if she was a working gal, but being in Hatyai was a pretty good indicator.

I called her and did my best to tell her to meet me at a particular landmark. The conversation took two phone calls and numerous rephrasing. She showed up some time later. It was then that I remembered a detail from our first meeting.

I remembered she seemed a bit young, but that’s not all too unusual with Thai girls (or Asians in general as you can see by Fiona); they look younger than they are.

Pannee showed up with a young man and a small child. First thing that goes through my head is “Husband, wife, baby.” Except that the husband looks no more than 16 (and Thai guys don’t look all that much younger than their age – often quite the opposite). It’s still possible that this is a family. However, the couple don’t seem to be doing couplie sorts of things … then again, Thais don’t show affection in public.

I smile and introductions are made. No labels are applied to the boy and the child. They decline my offer to eat but pantomime that they want me to go to their home. OK, maybe I can meet the folks, find an English interpreter and get this whole thing straightened out. We get into a truck/taxi and head out of town.

They live some distance from the town center. The truck/taxi lets us off in the middle of … well, nowhere as far as I could see. There was a Caterpillar sales office on one side of the road, a semi-finished warehouse-looking building on the other side. Beyond that, darkness.

They led me through warehouse and out the back. The Asian equivalent of an up-scale tarpaper shack was erected in a field a stone’s throw from the building. They had me wait in a chair at the door while they dashed inside to clean up the place a bit. I could see them through the blanket door as they hurriedly scattered clothes into corners and prepared a spot on the floor before they invited me in.

Pannee looked nothing like this shack. She, and her companions, showed up in Hatyai well dressed and sharp. I could not believe they came from this shack, but the evidence was there. The three of them, as far as I could see, slept on the floor in a living space about 12”x15.” They turned on the TV and we sat on the floor mat.

Conversation was strained, but Pannee was again bursting with excitement as she tried to communicate. I figured pencil and paper would go a long way to helping. The only pen in the place didn’t work and the paper consisted of a health brochure printed by the government. We made due by scoring the paper and reading the imprint.

I was able to determine that the young man was her brother and the child was a niece or nephew. I could not figure out what they did for a living (such as it was). After about an hour, I indicated that it was time for me to go back to my hotel. Pannee had asked me a few time what hotel I stayed. I wasn’t sure if she was a working girl dropping hints or just curious. I tried to drop hints as well. If she was a working girl, I’d take her for the night if only for her own financial gain. Yeah, I’m a sucker that way, but as least she was cute.

Pannee and her brother come with me to the road as the child has fallen asleep. Had she accompanied me alone, I’d have made a greater effort to establish her motives (and let her know mine). I harbored some hope that if a truck/taxi pulled over; she might just jump in with me. However, it was a motobike that pulled up.

I said goodbye, gave Pannee 300THB to cover her earlier taxi ride (six times the cost) and waved goodbye.

Halfway into the city, motodop wanted to show me where the booking girls are. “Sure!” I sid. We went to a few places, but the pickings were slim. Actually, they were mostly overweight or old or some awful combination of the two. At 1600THB for long time, they were also horribly overpriced.

I decided to pay a visit to the famous Hollywood Disco. I managed 15 minutes. The décor could best described as dark with dark trim. I mean this place was DARK. It was also loud … ear bleeding loud. Now, tell me, would YOU try to find a gal in a dark room where you could barely communicate with the sound turned OFF, let alone jet engine loud? OK, well a few of you would, but I wasn’t going to be disappointed one more time (I could just picture myself walking out with an old skank with way too much makeup).

In the Pink Lady Sky Lounge, I met up with the girls I saw a few nights earlier. We chatted for a bit before I put the question to them. “Do you go to hotel with customer.” Oh, no, they tell me. They’re strictly bar girls, not boom-boom girls (whom I had also met but they did little to pique my interest).

While no news it good news, I knew that Nu was better than sleeping alone. Unfortunately, her cell phone was off and midnight came and went with no knock on my door. I gave up and dozed off. I knew I’d be in Phuket soon and it would do me good to recharge.

Happy New Year from Hatyai!

Thanks for the report Wombat, sounds like you really enjoyed yourself. I've been intrigued with Hatyai because I've encountered 2 girls so far at the BKK soapies from that area, both very breathtaking and rather exotic looking. Overall, what was your sense about the quality of the girls relative to BKK or Pattaya? Are the costs about the same. How about the number and variety of sanuking venues. I'm imagining that with the influx of so many malays, the sanuking scene would cater to them more. I'll definitely have to check the place out for myself.

Yes, Hatyai caters mainly to the Chinese Malays and local Thais. In fact, you'll hear many of the girls ending their English sentences with "lah" (a wretched habit). While I've met plenty of local girls there (from Songkla, mainly), there are quite a few Isan girls too. Quality is a mixed bag, I'm afraid. The low-end gals I saw were pretty darn lo-end. The higher-end gals are not too sophisticated.

As for quality, well, Pink Lady is very good from the reports I've received from customers there. Two other modern soapies look OK, I'll give details on them later. Costs are a bit cheaper than Bangkok, but then you don't get super-models in Hatyai. Sanuking venues are nothing like Bangkok. To the best of my knoweldge, there are no go-go places in Hatyai.

Thanks Wombat, looking forward to the soapy report. Merlin

Wombat
Again a great report about a section of Thailand that is poorly covered here. Not that I am about to get up and go to Hat Yai but the info is great.
There was definitely something up with Nu. Likely she had a Thai BF or another regular customer nearby and was surprised by your visit.
I have yet to meet a Thai girl who is " anxious to get back to work " ! Her indifference was her way of trying to get you to back off and give her room to maneuver. Sounds like a sweetie though. I love the girls with the small naturally hairless pussies !!!
Look forward to next report although Phuket is far from my favorite destination.

Photo: Hatyai Soapy Gal 1

This is the Thia soapy gal who looked a bit Indian.

She's from the Haadyai Villa Complex (SIC)

Photo: Hatyai Soapy Gal 2

Photo: The Delightful Nu

Another shot of

Photo: The Delectable Nu