I was tempted to go to Ting’s bar and take her out long time. On the other hand, I now had a chance to explore some new territory. I grabbed a meal at a South African BBQ place I discovered weeks ago and made a plan. I’d hit the little bar area on the North side of town before making my way through the Bangla Road sois.

I forget the name of the bar area on the North side, but it’s where I first bar-fined a Thai girl. I’d gone back several times to find her, but she’d long since left the island, I imagine. One thing I don’t like about this spot is that there is a bar on the corner to the entrance with rather unattractive girls who are very aggressive about pulling you into their bar. I maneuvered my way past them and into the entertainment area beyond.

It was still early so there were not so many Farangs in the area. The girls were also somewhat laid back in this early hour so I didn’t get accosted so much. I hadn’t gone more than a hundred meters when I spied a lonely little bar well off the circuit. There are a number of empty bars in the area and this place was surrounded by them. It was like an shoal of hope in a lake of lost dreams. There was nothing special about the place, it was well lit and only had a couple of girls working. Two things attracted my attention. One was a handsome woman in a cocktail dress with tattoos all over her back and shoulders. The other was a girl dressed in tight cut off jeans and spaghetti string top dancing beside her. She was doing that Thai hand movement thing while she was gyrating to the dance beat.

I made my way over and noted that the tattooed babe was the manager/mammasan and well into her thirties. The dancer, on the other hand, was a hard-bodied babe in her early twenties with a half-complete dragon tattoo running all across the top of her back. The way she danced … well, that and the tattoo and I was half-way to paying the bar fine already.

We chatted and I bought her a drink. Before long, the Connect 4 game was out and I was taking a beating. The tide soon turned however and I was cleaning her clock, winning game after game. It’s not that I’m good at Connect 4, it’s just that she’d only been there a month and had not yet acquired the extensive practice most bar girls have. I would normally expect that my winning streak was a result of her letting me win except that drinks were on the line. In fact, mammasan was a bit ticked that I was winning and challenged me to a game. I took her two games in a row. Man, was I in the zone, or what? Luckily, she beat me on the third game. She rang the bell and I earned a shot with the other employees.

By now, I was feeling pretty comfortable with Jib, my half-tattooed dancer. She was 21 and had a 10-month old back home (Thai father, former boyfriend). You’d never know she was a mom from the firmness of that stomach.

I had the barkeep change to some different music and the two of us danced at the corner of the little bar, well away from the action in the entertainment area. Jib could really move her body. I, on the other hand, looked like a complete putz beside her. I decided to see if I could turn the tables when the barkeep fired up some re-mixed jive music. I attempted to teach Jib how to swing dance. She couldn’t get the steps, but we had a load of fun while she tried.

Mammasan decided to get in on the act. She followed my steps and did her best, but she couldn’t quite get the hang of it. The other bar girl, an overweight and not too attractive young lady, did manage to pick up the moves and I swung her around, much to the amusement of the staff and a few passers-by. A couple of other fellows dropped by now and then, but they appeared to be regulars. Jib would get up on the little stage in the bar and put on a dance routine that would put any go-go girl to shame. Man, those cut-off jeans were short and tight.

By the time 1 AM rolled around, the other bar girl had been bar fined and I was ready to drag Jib into my bed and give her a good seeing to. I paid the bar and we went out to my motobike. When she discovered I was staying so close, she asked me if we could go to Tai Pan dance club. Eager to watch her move some more, I agreed.

The place was just hopping with hotties! I mean there were drop-dead gorgeous babes wiggling around the dance floor. There were also some rather ugly, overweight, old Euro guys with supermodels hanging off their arms. Hell, maybe even I could score here. The next time I’m out cruising for action I’d skip the bars and head straight for Tai Pan!

Jib found some of her friends there and we joined them. One, in particular caught my eye as she was equipped with numerous face piercings, something you rarely see in Thailand. We danced for about half an hour and I was damn horny. I suggested we take off and she agreed. However, as we passed a karaoke place, she begged me to take her inside to sing. Having little experience with a Thai karaoke places, I figured “What the hey?”

They only had VIP rooms available, but for 200THB, I could afford an hour with no problem. The girl led us in to the rather moldy smelling room (what the hell kind of VIPs does this place serve, anyway?). She explained how to select songs and returned a bit later with our drink order. She sprayed a can of deodorant around and left. Jib has a rather nice voice and sang a few songs. I did my best with the few English tunes they had, but I can’t sing as well as I can dance.

When our hour was up, we went to the hotel. I pulled out the camera for a couple of shots and she started posing on the bed. “Oh, yeah, baby!” She liked the camera.

When I suggested we get undressed, Jib claimed to be tired and wanted to sleep. “Uh, uh,” I said, “shower!” I undressed her and discovered that she wore nothing beneath those shorts. “Yummy!”

After a quick wash-up, she still claimed to be tired. I was having none of that because this babe was making me horny all evening. I went down on her and she lay back and enjoyed every moment. I figured that after 20 minutes of munching her ramboutan she’d be in the mood. When my turn came … well gentlemen, you know the story – starfish sex. She just lay there. All those great hip gyrations on the dance floor wasted.

I rolled her on her stomach so I could admire her tattoo (there wasn’t any kissing going on, anyway). When I came, she got up to get dressed. “Huh?” She told me she wanted to go home. I told her we agreed to long time and to go to the beach the next day; she reluctantly capitulated. Needless to say, there was not much cuddling going on that night.

The next morning, hoping for a bit more action, I went down on her again -- to her appreciation. The sex that followed, or didn’t follow as the case was, was worse than the night before. She wanted nothing to do with it. I pulled out the camera for some shots, hoping to at least get part of my money’s worth. She wasn’t interested. She wanted to leave.

Knowing there was no point in keeping this one around, I got dressed. She was dressed in two seconds flat and sitting on the bed with her hand out looking for money. I put 700THB in her bag and she dug it out to count. “One thousand!” she said.

“No kiss,” I counted on my fingers, “no beach, no boom boom, no one thousand.”

“You said one thousand!” she replied.

I reiterated our agreement from the night before. “OK,” I said finally, dropping my bag and taking off my clothes. “We boom boom now and go to the beach.” She pouted, put the money in her bag and headed for the door. I pulled my shirt back on followed her down the steps. As I got the motorbike ready, she headed down the street. Damn, she looked hot with those little shorts. I pulled up beside her and offered her a ride. She completely ignored me. Oh well, there’s plenty more where she came from.

I knew Ting liked the beach, but after trying her number a few times, realized she was now in the habit of turning off her phone. Damn.

I was offered a real sweet deal on a hotel room in Karon beach, just to the south of Pattong, and decided to move. I went for a swim and waited for dusk to hit the bars.

[End of Part 2]

Way to lay down the law. I tell ya, Thai girls can be bitchy!

Jib, hot on the dance floor, cold fish in bed.


(Message edited by wombat88 on May 15, 2004)

Photo: Tatooed Jib 1

Photo: Tatooed Jib 2