I checked into my Scottish pal’s old guest house, the Hello Guest House not far from the river. It was cheap. If you really want cheap you can go as low as 3USD/night, but I was splurging with a five-dollar room. Hello tolerates guests, but with all the backpacking babes I saw going in and out of the joint, I’d be a bit embarrassed dragging home a babe half my age.
I rented a bike spent a couple of hours in the museum and palace before crossing the river in hopes of finding lady houses. I don’t know why I even bother; I am famous for walking through red light districts without ever realizing it. Instead of a shag, I had a delightful late lunch on one of those stilt places that hang out over the river during rainy season. The staff got a big kick out of me because I was probably the only Barang that they’d seen in quite some time.
That evening, I headed over to Toh’s lady house. As much as I craved variety, I was keen to spend some more time with my busty lovely. I waited around for quite some time before I was informed that she wasn’t there. Hmmm. I decided to take another lady with the delightful name of Tawn.
Tawn was quite eager to go into the chamber with me, but once we were undressed, things went sour. Aside from just lying there the whole time, she basically grumped and complained as much as she could. Afterward, she had the nerve to hit me up for a tip. “I will give you a very good tip,” I told her, “be friendly and work hard and men will give you more money.” If any of you end up with Tawn, let me know if the message sank in.
I hung around for a while after finishing with Tawn in hopes that Toh might show up. A few girls wandered in and out, but not my sweetie. My attention was, however, attracted to another cute little thing. I talked to the Heng for a bit and asked her if she might be interested in a threesome with my self and Toh. To my delight, she smiled and nodded vigorously. I told papasan to book Heng and Toh for the next night. I wanted my last night in Cambodia to be a smashing success.
The next morning I checked out of my guesthouse and into a reasonably nice hotel with good air-conditioning. I was pleased and concerned that the two girls working the desk, both in their early twenties, were extremely good looking, well mannered and very well dressed. I was trying to imagine their reaction at taking my brothel girls through the entrance.
The rest of the day I did the touristy stuff; checking out the temple and visiting the school were the girls learn Apsaras dancing.
At the school, the superintendent hit me up for a donation. I think I put about three dollars worth of small bills in the envelope he gave me. The stinker then had the nerve to open the envelope and count the money. I guess he wanted to see how much he could pocket (all of it, I suspect). While I was there, I asked where I could see the girls perform. “Oh,” he said, “I can arrange a dance for you. How many would you like?”
I explained I wanted to see a performance, not a private show, but I was still curious as to what it would cost. I could get a one-hour performance by four dancers for about a hundred bucks. Going in with a few other people and that would be a good deal, but I was on a budget. He told me that the girls only really perform for special occasions or at some tourist restaurants. Oh well.
He went on to suggest that he knew many places where a man could see other performances and he would be happy to take me there. Hmmm, intriguing, but for sure this jasper has an angle in there somewhere. He gave me his number and encouraged me to call him.
Lunching at the Riverside.
After dinner I went to pick up my girls. It was then I was informed that Toh was not to be found. Confound it! I’d been fantasizing about this night for the last twenty-four hours. I waited around for awhile in case she showed up, but it was no use. Heng came to my rescue suggesting another girl. She collected Peap, a girl about twenty with a squarish face but still quite attractive in a classic sort of way. When Heng told her what I was proposing, her eyes lit up and gave me an ear-to-ear smile. Well, a consolation prize!
I squeezed the girls on the back of my bike and off we went. I couldn’t quite judge the expression on the desk girls’ faces. I don’t if it was disappointment that I was a sanuker or disappointment that I was hitting on them, but it sure seemed to me that there was a bit of disappointment happening there somewhere.
I got the girls into the room and struggled to get them both into the shower with me. Heng was rather playful. Peap was rather difficult. That she was two years older than Heng and a lot stronger willed didn’t make things easy for me, but we managed a good wash-up nonetheless.
I began the bed play with the smaller, less experience Heng. She didn’t want me to go down on her at all. When I turned to Peap, she was more than accommodating. I figured that showing Heng how much Peap enjoyed my technique might get her to relax, but she didn’t at all.
The girls never got into the spirit of the event. In fact, one of them had just acquired a new cell phone and they each took turns playing with it while I played with the other girl. I got fed up with this after a while and hid the phone in the bathroom.
Eventually the evening petered out, so to speak, and we settled in for a good nights rest. Heng wasn’t the least bit interested in cuddling and Peap, quite frankly, was acting too much like a cold fish. I dozed off between them.
Early the next morning, the girls were up and getting dressed before I was half awake. I explained to them that our engagement was long time and they did not have to be back before noon. This is something that I was very clear to papasan about. They insisted that they had to go. To cut my losses, I suggested another roll in the hay before they left, but Peap was having nothing to do with that. I’m sure I could have kept Heng with me most of the day, but she was being dragged along with the momentum of her friend.
I told them to wait while I got dressed and I’d take them back (fully intending to lodge a complaint). No doing, according to Peap. She wanted to go right now! Fine, then. I waved her out. Two minutes later my phone rang. The front desk asked if they could let the girls go. I figured they could cool their heel a bit so I told them I’d be down in a few minutes to take them home. Heh, heh.
Two minutes later, before I could get into the shower, they called again asking me if it was OK to let them go. I gave in and told them it was OK for them to go.
Photos: Little Heng 36
That afternoon I dropped by the brothel to complain. I spent nearly forty-five minutes hanging out in the place explaining what happened and trying to get some kind of compensation from the young papasan. He was under the impression I was an ex-pat, so he wanted to be sure to keep me happy. On the other hand, he was not a real papasan, but a quasi gofer interpreter for the mamasan. The mamasan, I learned, was away. He tried to entice me with a cheap lay -- cheap as in regular price; he forgot that I paid only five bucks the week before. Had Toh been around …
Peap actually showed up at one point. I made a face at her and pointed her out to the papasan, complaining bitterly “She no good!” She looked bored rather than remorseful. So much for trying to get her to lose face.
He ended up giving me some money back, but not much. He told me to come back another day and speak to the mamasan. I told him I would.
I dropped off the bike and grabbed a ride to the airport. Next stop: Vientiane, Laos!