The morning after my horrible experience with the Suzy Wong go go, I headed out to a beach my ex-pat pal told me about. I got a chair under an umbrella and watched the tide come in and out again. Physically, I felt a lot better. I made friends with the owner of a restaurant right on the beach, ordering breakfast, lunch and plenty of drinks.
I cruised around the bars again that evening, looking for something that would take my mind off the previous night.
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A couple of girls I met on the beach.
Despite it all, I still felt welcome.
The Tiger complex is a gaudy delight of neon.
I was coming up with zeros at every complex and soi I entered. After I left the go-go bar at the end of Soi Eric, I decided I’d go with the next cute babe I made eye contact with. Moments later, I look down and see a pleasant round face, framed by short black hair, looking up at me with big dark eyes. There’s a hint of a smile and a hint of a plea in her expression. “Hello there,” I said. She gave me a big grin and squirmed a bit like an Irish setter anticipating a pat on the head.
I sat down with her and got to playing connect four. We were pretty evenly matched which meant she hadn’t been working very long. She’d only started a few weeks earlier. Although far from perfect, she was cute as a button and had a pleasant voice and a delightful laugh. When I asked her how old she was, she said twenty. When I told her I thought she looked eighteen, she laughed and told me she was really eighteen. She used her sister’s ID to get a job there. When I asked her if she wanted to spend the night, she quickly nodded agreement.
I forget the details of the evening, but back in my bed Ting was so sweet it didn’t matter that she was not particularly skilled. I enjoyed myself thoroughly and settled in for an all-night cuddle.
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The next morning, after a leisurely sleep-in and another round, I suggested a day at the beach. She had to go home to get her suit, so off we went on my bike. Her roommate was still sleeping, so we woke her up when we entered the Spartan little room. Ting had me select the bathing suit I liked and put it on while I chatted with the roommate, still in her pajamas.
The ride to my new favorite beach was not too far. We made our way to the same spot where I spent the previous day. My restaurant friend was pleased to see that I was not alone today. I read a novel while Ting went over her English language books. We went in to swim a couple of times and enjoyed the day.
In the late afternoon, while we were frolicking about in the water, I released the little wombat from the confines of my trunks. Ting was quite taken aback, but quite appreciated the attention. I was holding her up in the deep water, her legs around my waist. It occurred to me that it was quite possible to frolic even more. Guess who had a condom in his pocket?
When I pushed her bathing suit aside and entered her, Ting just gave me a lopsided smile and a look that said “You naughty boy.” We stayed there smiling, laughing and carrying on for a good fifteen minutes, people swimming around us, oblivious to what we were up to (or suspecting but ignoring).
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It was another enjoyable night with Ting. We stayed in bed until the early afternoon. Ting was determined to go back to the bar that night though. (It wasn’t until some time later that she admitted why. “You, too much power!”)
I swung by Ting’s bar that evening just in case she’d changed her mine. Momasan spotted me from a ways off and alerted Ting. I noticed she was chatting with an older fellow, so I gave her a wink and a smile and walked past. As much as would have liked to spend one more night with her (especially after my current run of bad luck), it was just as well as three nights might have been a habit.
I wandered around to see who else was available. I’d walked by a girl in one bar on numerous occasions. She always struck me as a bit of a bitch, usually frowning, often times on her cell phone. She was, however, slim and very good looking. When I walked past that evening, she was sitting alone on her stool, scowling.
“Why the sour look, darling?” I asked as I moseyed up beside her. She looked confused, not realizing she looked pissed off. I told her that every time I passed by she was frowning and I wondered what was wrong. I was surprised to discover that she was much more pleasant than she looked. After a drink I decided that Oum was worth spending some time with.
On the way back to the hotel, she challenged me to a game of pool. It was still early, so I agreed. Now, I don’t play pool, but I held my own against this girl, who was quite good. She lost the first game but easily took the second. I declined a tiebreaker, knowing I should quite while I was not too far behind.
In bed, Oum was a performer -- quite different from Ting. When we finished, her phone rang and she spent a few minutes talking in hushed tones to a gentleman caller. She confessed afterward to having a boyfriend/sponsor in Europe. He didn’t know she wasn’t working the bar as a bartender.
He called once more that night, then again in the early morning. I decided during that call that I was going to have a bit of fun. While she talked to this guy, I slipped between her thighs and began giving her long slow licks. She responded by bending her knees and holding my head with her free hand. “Only you, Mario,” she said into the phone, “you my number one. For sure!” Oh, what a bad girl.
When she hung up she pulled me to her and we made like bunnies. When he called back later that morning, I started again, and then quietly entered her while she talked to him. I went so far as to coach her as what she should say to him, whispering in her ear.
Oum was my bad girl. She was honest in her dishonesty, I appreciated that, and she appreciated the fact that I knew the real her. I didn’t let her get away with any bullshit and she didn’t try to pull any either. When I was feeling horny (which was a lot with her), I didn’t coax her back to bed, but claimed what was mine. Man, I was in the zone.
I told her we would go to the beach, but she had planned to go with her cousin to a movie in Phuket town. “So? She can come to the beach with us,” I told her. We dropped by the bar so she could get her suit and see her cousin. The cute cousin and her friend were together with a couple of Swiss boys. I told them we were going to the beach and they should join us. They talked it over and got advice as to where they could get motorbikes.
We stopped by my favorite Patong restaurant, right on the beach. Oum told me more about Mario and expressed her passion for big bikes. I thought she was telling me she liked guys who rode big bikes, typical bad girl, but she just liked to ride them and drive them. This chick was about five feet tall, and weighed forty kilos soaking wet. I couldn’t imagine her driving a big bike but certainly regretted that I wasn’t driving one. I noted later how she’d eye every big bike that went by. When I teased her that she was looking at the guy, she would point out the make and model of the bike. She could identify many of them just by the sound they made.
We hit the beach an hour or so later. My restaurant friend was pleased to see me, and surprised to see my new companion. She gave me a look of approval when she saw Oum. I continued with my novel, Oum brought some sort of trashy adult comic book. Her cousin showed up a bit later. It was obvious that the Swiss boys were pretty new to Thailand as they looked over the wares of every vendor prowling the beach, accepted the outrageous prices and had plenty of questions for me.
I was more concerned for the two girls they were with. For all I knew, they figured they were just dating the girls. I pointed out to them that they supported their families by working in a bar and would really appreciate some extra funds. I suggested that a thousand a day would be quite reasonable, but it was up to them. Oum later told me their plan was to bring the girls with them for a vacation to Switzerland. I wondered if their passion and promise would last beyond their flight back home.
The other two couples left as the sun was going down, but I told Oum I wanted to swim with her during the sunset. Little did she realize what I had planned. As the sun was on the horizon, we were swimming about when I let the little wombat out. She didn’t quite giggle over this, but something slightly more dignified. When I pushed her suit aside, she pulled back until she realized I was condomized. Unfortunately, she didn’t enjoy our play quite as much as Ting. I couldn’t figure out it she’d had sex in public or in the water before, but that was certainly one of the most memorable sunsets I have ever experienced.
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My Bad Girl watches the sun set
On the way back, she wanted to stop at a market set up along the beach road. That’s actually where I was going, as I’m a sucker for markets and had been eyeing this one since I arrived. While I was interested in simply browsing, she had a purpose in mind – to get her nose pierced. She told me she had it done before and it was not painful. We went to the piercing place and she had me select the one I liked. As I reached into my wallet to get my money, she was already handing some cash over to the girl running the place! The cost was surprisingly cheap, but still!
Mario continued to call Oum, and I continued to use that time to screw her while coaching her on how best to profess her love for the cuckold. I have no idea why, but this was a real turn-on for me. For all I knew, she really did love this guy but enjoyed sex so much that it didn’t matter to her. Mario sent her about 5000THB per month. She rolled her eyes when she told me he thought she could live on that. I did a quick calculation and came to the conclusion that she certainly could, but not the lifestyle to which she was accustomed.
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I knew full well that there was no love between us, more like an open and honest friendship. This was so different from my relationship with Ann, whom I wanted to take care of. Oum was independent but obedient while Ann was simply subservient. Oum, I decided, was the ideal mistress.
The next day we went to Phuket town to see a movie. Oum wore a tight fitting tank top and short shorts combination that made her look bad … and by that I mean baaaaad. The whole way there I drove with one hand so I could stroke her thigh with the other.
The selection of films was really iffy. I forget which one appealed to me, but she wanted to see a Thai drama that looked way too much like a chick flick. There was no way I was going to sit through that and suggested a subtitled Thai film. She had already seen it, but reluctantly agreed to see it again. Now, I ask you, is this girl a keeper or what? I was so touched by this that I capitulated and agreed to see the movie that she wanted.
While we waited for show time, she took me over to the coin-op games to play some sort of “Spot the difference” game. The touch-screen shows two images, you have to tap the differences between them. Oum didn’t hit me up for change, she just dug in her little bag and pulled out some ten baht coins and started playing. It was like watching a little kid playing a video game; she was all concentration and glee. I got into it as well as it’s a game two can play. In fact, we had the occasional bystander join us in identifying the differences on screen.
I made the right decision about the movie. It turned out to have English subtitles so I was able to follow along. You know what? It was a really good movie. I forget the name, but it’s about a modern Thai girl who keeps flipping back and forth between today and two hundred years ago. The story worked, the cinematography was terrific and the score most enjoyable. I wouldn’t call it an art film, but it was sure artistic. My respect for Oum had shot up a couple of notches for her choice of entertainment (especially after the trashy comic book at the beach). Unfortunately, her ranking dropped a bit when she told me afterward that she didn’t really care for the movie.
We road around the town and I showed her my favorite cheap hotel. I told her that if I managed an extension to my trip, I would have to stay in this low budget accommodation. She thought this was perfectly acceptable. I decided then and there that if I made it back, I’d rent a big bike for a day and give her a treat.
I managed to take the wrong road back to Patong. It took us twice as long, but the girl I mistook for a bitch never once complained or even commented.
I had made a promise to Ann, that I would return and spend some time with her. In fact, I had arranged to rent my friend’s condo during the following week, so I was doubly obliged.
It was tempting to stay in Phuket; believe you me! My relationship with my bad girl was better than any real girlfriend experiences I’d had back home. It was this good, I believe, because we both knew it was a temporary thing. Had I stayed, I don’t know how it would have panned out. When I said goodbye to her at the bar, she pretended to cry then laughed. I actually appreciated her jest.
I rode back to the airport, returned my motorbike and caught my flight to Bangkok. I spent the night there before catching the bus to Pattaya the next evening.