I strolled down Walking Street to arrange accommodations. It would seem that the US navy, was in town. Well-behaved, sharply dressed young men, and their older superiors, were wandering everywhere. The younger ones were gawking.
My buddy Doc was in town, so I couldn’t stay at his place as I had on my previous trip. After getting settled in an alternate hotel, I paid a visit to the Doc to get the low-down on what was happening in town.
When we headed out, I reminded myself that Ann’s sister worked on one of the bars off Walking Street. I wasn’t sure she’d recognize me, but with bar girls, you could never really know, could you? The last thing I needed was her to spot me and call Ann. It would put quite the damper on our reunion the next evening. I kept my hand up near my face and watched for any girl taking undue interest in my features.
As we walked, I told Doc about my quest for the girl with the oriental characters tattooed down her back (see Part 4: My First Visit to Pattaya (and Ko Chang) https://www.clubhombre.com/discus/messages/1718/49407.html?1085587053). We did a search of the various bars until I found the one that looked familiar. I was really curious if my Hello Girl runner was still there. Mamasan said she didn’t last long and didn’t know where she was.
There were plenty of babes dancing and cavorting about. There were also plenty of navy boys. Doc and I were still able to find us some comely company. I didn’t see my tattooed babe, so I asked Mamasan. She smiled when I described the girl with the characters scripted down her back. There was a moment of confusion when she mentioned something about “Miss you,” but I brushed it off. I was told this girl was still working the bar and would return soon. I gave Doc a big smile.
We waited around for a while until I noticed a perky little thing with short dark hair up on the floor. “Doc,” I said, “that’s her!” She was wearing a big smile and a little bikini. I waited until she was done dancing and called her over. It was then that I had a close inspection of the tattoo. It was not Chinese or Japanese characters, as I had thought, but calligraphic old English lettering. The words “Miss you” was printed down her spine. Huh!
Rat was not interested in going long time with me. I was kinda put off at this, but she explained that her mother was in town so she had to go home. (Like, what does her mom think her daughter does for a living, then?) I flirted with Rat and a couple of other girls before deciding on the next best alternative. I got her phone number and arranged to meet her for short time the following afternoon.
Before we finished our drinks, Doc observed something few men witness – the Wombat did a double take. Dancing around on the stage, was a delicious little shorthaired blonde minx with oriental characters tattooed down her back! What is the fucking chance that two such babes, with similar tattoos would be working the same fucking bar? I couldn’t believe it. This new girl, unfortunately, was snapped up the moment she arrived so I missed the opportunity to interview her. When she walked by, however, I was satisfied that she was a honey.
Before I could go into catatonic fits, Doc dragged me off to his favorite little club somewhere up one of the numerous sois. He loves the floorshows there, and I have since learned to appreciate why.
The girls screamed greetings at Doc as we entered. A few of them threw themselves at him. Doc is a popular guy. I tried to grab a couple of seats on the side, but he steered me to the stools along the dance stage. “Trust me,” he said.
I found myself sitting next to a navy guy. We got talking about Thailand. I noted that he was enjoying himself, but was also sporting a wedding band. His pal was flirting with one of the girls. These guys told me they were trying to get one of their buddies, a guy sitting against the wall, with a girl on either side, to take one of the girls. I tried to convince my new pal that he should take one. I told him just to take one of the nicer girls out for a drink and a walk around. Nothing more need happen. He’d be happy, she’d be happy, everyone would be happy.
Doc got my attention and told me that the lesbian show was beginning. The lights dimmed and the music changed as four girls made their way to the stage. I won’t go into the details, but let me just tell you that this was the most realistic lesbian performance I’d ever witnessed. These girls were really kissing, really licking.
Sitting right beside the stage, we also found ourselves part of the act. We were commandeered to support one of the girls as she bent over backwards. This gave her partner lots of space to maneuver, and gave us a view that was measured in inches as we held the girl. There was no faking what these girls were up to. The girls were really playing up to Doc and me. Needless to say, I was mega-horny as a result of all this. If they’d requested my presence on stage for a live performance, I’d have happily complied.
The next show was a bath/shower show. An inflatable pool was brought up and filled with a few inches of water. Another set of girls began a soap-up routine that was inspiring, but not nearly as volcanic as the lesbian girls.
Speaking of lesbian girls, one of these hot babes was standing near the stage with a mop waiting to do cleanup. I called her over and bought her a drink. She asked for a drink for her friend and I complied. I was trying to find out if the girls were game for some long time action. I figured that getting between these two beneath the sheets bordered on suicidal (and I was eager to test this hypothesis).
My girl went up on stage to clean up, and that was a show unto itself. She mopped up the bigger splashes, but used a rag to clean the place down properly. By proper, I mean by hand. She was bent over, ass in the air, running that rag from one end to the other. Her dress was so short that her bare butt was out for all to see. Yummy!
Eventually, I got my lesbian girl in serious negotiations. She and her friend were not interested in long time, but would go short time in the hotel adjacent to the bar. I’d have to pay a grand for the bar fine a few hundred for the room and a grand each for the girls. This is way more than I care to spend, but given the performance these two put on on stage, it was wayyyy better than anything you’d find at the Eden Club in Bangkok.
I knew better than to accept right away. I determined if anal was optional (it wasn’t) and that I didn’t have to change condoms between each girl (I didn’t). I paid up and the girls led me next door.
Photos: Showgirls 60
Bi-bi, ladies!.
The hotel was adequate, but not cool enough as I was quite sure I’d soon be raising the temperature by a considerable amount. We posed for some photos, the girls were happy and smiling, I was horny and happy. The three of us undressed and headed for the shower. We were having a great time with the soap when one of the girls suggested she grab a condom and we start in the shower. I vetoed the idea as I wanted some leverage and a slippery shower was not the place for serious action.
After toweling off, we hit the bed. The girls took turns working over the little wombat. It was then I discovered that only one of them kissed. This was a small drag, but as long as I could kiss one of them, I was OK with this. Unfortunately, the kisser was of the wide-open mouth sort, not the real deep French kissing sort. Bummer.
I don’t remember the details, but the action in the bed would best be described as a combination of awkward and rehearsed. Despite the chemistry these two had on stage, they were only lukewarm in bed. I played with them to the best of my ability, but the action never heated up.
It got worse when I discovered that the girl who didn’t kiss, didn’t like going down on her friend either. With all the action on the stage, I never noticed who did what to whom. Mai pen rai. I grabbed the condom and suited up the little wombat for some penetrating action.
I had fun with kisser, she was certainly the more responsive of the two. When I got the other girl in position, they wanted me to change condoms. I reminded them as to our agreement downstairs, no condom changes. They figured they’d get around this by trying to slide another over the condom I was currently sporting. No way.
It was the moment of decision. These two were not the girls I saw on stage. While the kisser was very nice, and worthy of long time on her own, her friend was a lump. Between the two of them, they managed to down me good. I thought I’d cut my losses. “This is not working out, girls,” I told them. “I expected better than this.” I was shaking my head in disappointment as I pulled off the condom and started gathering my clothes.
Kisser looked genuinely confused and upset. Her friend looked as if she couldn’t give a damn. I explained that they did not live up to their end of the bargain and was giving them a thousand baht between the two of them. Lump started to pay attention when I said this. She started jabbering to kisser and gesturing to me as I continued speaking. I paused a moment before deciding that loosing my cool would be a good idea.
I clapped my hands together loudly, took a very aggressive stance and pointed to her, “Shut the hell up!” She looked at me, and then opened her mouth to continue. “Now!” I said threateningly. I then proceeded to scold her for being a lousy lay then browbeat kisser for over promising and under delivering. It would appear Epi’s coaching had paid off (“Don’t let them mistake your being a nice guy with being weak”).
“I shouldn’t give you anything because you can still go downstairs and get another guy,” I said with my hands on my hips. “But because I’m a nice guy,” I said, doing my best to sound like anything but a nice guy, “I’m giving you a thousand baht.” With that, I finished dressing while the two of them sulked. I left a grand on the TV and walked out.
I didn’t go back to the bar. Doc was, I’m sure, happily engaged by then. I headed down the street, back to the bar where I found my tattooed girls. Maybe Rat would change her mind about long time. Maybe the other girl was free. When I arrived, I learned that Rat was gone and the other girl was still there! “Well, well, well,” I thought to myself, “I might just manage to pull victory from the jaws of defeat after all!”
I got tattoo girl’s attention and bought her a drink. She was a good looking up close as she was on stage. There was, unfortunately, no chemistry. She was looking forward to finishing her drink and getting back on stage. She wasn’t interested in long time or short time. Damn.
I flirted with a few more of the girls until it was nearly 2AM. Just before this, the mammasan was working overtime trying to get me to bar fine one of the girls. She must have mistaken me for an eighteen year-old right off the boat because I knew damn well that in a few minutes I wouldn’t have to pay a cent for any of her girls. As it was, the only one I was interested in, wasn’t interested in me. I paid my tab and walked out.
As luck would have it, tattoo girl was standing in her street clothes right on the sidewalk. This was destiny! We were meant to meet again. I said hello and asked her where she was going. I got the cold shoulder … ouch! So much for the stars being in alignment for me that night.
I meandered down Walking Street looking for some company, eyeing the talent and avoiding being spotted by Ann’s sister. Man, there were some babes out that night. Unfortunately, they were in the arms of other guys. Surprisingly, there were also a few babes in the arms of <gulp> girls. It seems Pattaya isn’t just for men. These were not biker dykes, mind you, but good-looking women in their late twenties and early thirties. Yowza!
I was half tempted to right off the night. As I strolled passed a group of girls in front of the disco, a smile caught my eye. There were two or three older girls and one younger. The younger one, tall and gangly, had a fresh and wild look about her. She wasn’t beautiful, but was nevertheless striking.
Na wore tight jeans and a white blouse tied in front to bare her firm stomach. Her long hair was braided like dreadlocks. A multitude of cheap bracelets and bangles adorned her wrists. Faded white strings were tied around her long neck.
The older girl, I learned, was Na’s big sister. She told me Na had only started the week before and didn’t have much experience. I don’t know if this was a warning or an offer to take the older sister. In any event, I was already interested. I asked Na if she wanted to go with me. She smiled and agreed without hesitation. Arm in arm, we walked down the street to my hotel.
It wasn’t until she was in my room that she told me she was hungry. She looked over the room service offerings and made a selection. When I called I discovered that room service was closed. She told me she would go out on the street to buy something. She was going to leave her bag so I knew she’d come back (well, that was better than my last Pattaya runner). I said I would accompany her. She was surprised because she didn’t think I wanted to go with her. Huh!
Photo: Na 61
Na laughs.
Being somewhat of a serious Buddhist, her diet was fairly restricted. We bought some fruit and headed back to the room where she ate. The Buddhist thing was interesting. That’s where the strings around her neck came in. You’ll often see Thais with strings around their wrists (in fact, I was sporting a few), but I’d never seen one around the neck. She also let me know from the outset, as a result of being Buddhist, that she wasn’t going to, um, please me orally. I later learned that while she couldn’t eat me, I was more than welcome to eat her (heh, heh, heh).
Sex with Na was special. I was only the fifth man in her life and she took our congress very seriously. She was a passionate kisser. The whole time we were locked together, her eyes never left mine. She gave me the impression she was looking right into my soul.
At least five foot, nine inches, she was the tallest Asian I had ever had the pleasure. Drilling her doggy-style was a delight.
For cleanup, I filled the big tub for a bath. She really enjoyed that. I decided to give her some more experience by having her shave my nuts. I had her soap me up and gave her the razor. She was unbelievably nervous, but I gave her lots of encouragement. She made short, light stokes and gave up less than half way through the job. I couldn’t help but be amused by her. I finished the job and we washed up.
We went for another round before falling asleep. Oh, I had a good sleep with her, too. In the morning, I woke her early for another go. Then we dozed off again. Around noon, we woke and went at it once more. This girl was not so much horny as accommodating to my horniness, but I wasn’t complaining.
While we were playing around, her sister called. The girls talked for a minute before I demanded the phone. Na complied, but had no idea what I was up to. I told her sister that I had a really good time with Na and that she was a lot of fun. Her sister was very pleased with my testimony. I chuckled as I’d imagine doing that back home (“Hi, I just screwed your little sister; she was pretty good!” “Oh, that’s nice; I’m glad you enjoyed her!”)
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While she was in the tub, I remembered that I had an appointment with Rat. I gave her a call and asked her if she would come over. I gave her the hotel address and told her to come at 2PM. That would give me time enough to get Na out the door.
I told Na that I was meeting a friend for lunch. I apologized for not being able to spend the day with her. At that moment, the phone rang. The security guard said there was a girl here to see me. Rat was twenty minutes early! I told him to have her wait and I would be down in a couple of minutes. This was going to be tight.
I walked Na to the door and across the terrace to the stairs. On her way up the stairs, Rat spotted me and gave me a big smile. “Hi!” I said, “I’ll be with you in a minute.” I rushed Na past before she could comprehend what was going on, and took her to the front of the hotel. I put some money in her pocket, gave her a quick kiss and promised to call her.
I dashed back up the stairs and led Rat to my room. I gave her a big hug and thanked her for coming. As I filled the tub, we both undressed. It was then I noticed that Rat was “neat and clean” (no hair below the nose). Upon inspection, I realized she had most likely shaved within the last couple of hours, there was no stubble; her pubes were practically polished. Yummy!
Being of the opinion that you can’t have too many girls shave your nuts, I handed Rat the razor. She got me good and soapy and went to work with a well practiced hand. If I hadn’t stopped her, she was quite prepared to remove all the hair around my groin. While I like smooth balls, I’m kinda attached to my short-and-curlies.
We hit the bed for some really terrific sex. Although Rat was only nineteen, she had years of experience. I learned she had a baby at fifteen (I didn’t get the story, though). She had been an enthusiastic disciple of the carnal arts ever since. Unlike Na, Rat possessed well-honed oral skills. She was also quite flexible. Like my Phuket sweetie, Ting, I could fold Rat in half – her head resting on her feet as I plowed into her.
When we finished and dressed, I asked her for her underwear. She gave me a big smile and slipped off her little aqua thong from beneath her short skirt. It wasn’t until I took her down to the road that she realized that she’d be riding sidesaddle on the back of a motorbike with nothing beneath her skirt. She tried to get me to give them back, but I just laughed at her predicament. She laughed too, gave me a kiss and hailed a motoboy. She was still laughing, her knees tightly closed, as she drove off, waving to me. I vowed to see this girl again some day.
Photo: Rat 65
I caught up with Doc for a late lunch. We tried out the new Irish pub and were quite pleased with the offerings. The place was packed with navy boys … and navy girls. I only just realized that a lot of the Farang females I’d noticed since arriving were from the ships. While many of them were decent looking, they were all a bit too rough looking and/or overweight. The girls in the bar were as loud as the boys.
Around 5PM, I headed to Ann’s bar to collect her. I’d given her warning this time, so I wasn’t expecting to surprise her. When I arrived, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She gave me that big shy smile and hugged me. We sat and she called over another girl whom I did not recognize. She was average looking, a bit heavy (big boned), but friendly. Ann knew I didn’t recognize her; it was her older sister. She left her own bar and had joined Ann a few weeks earlier. All that skulking around on my part was unnecessary.
We left the bar and went out to watch the sun set from the pier. Ann was friendly and warm, but not as delightful as our first two encounters. We returned to the bar and ordered drinks. They had some sort of raffle going on, so I bought a ticket on a lark. We ended up winning a bottle of champagne! Since Ann picked the ticket, I all but forced her to drink the bottle. Being so small, she was quite tipsy by the time we’d each had two glasses. Her sister joined us for a glass, downing it like a shot.
I paid the bar fine and went to her little apartment to collect her clothes.
Typical working girl digs
She packed a small bag for a few days travels, and we headed back to my room. I had the soundness of mind to make the room appear as I had arrived just that day. I packed all my belongings back into my bag and dumped it by the door. When Ann walked in, she was convinced I’d arrived only hours beforehand.
We got undressed and climbed into the tub for a nice long soak. I was disappointed to discover that Ann had decided to go hairless. Her pubes were sparsely populated by hair to begin with. It was always pleasant to go down on her because what little pubic hair she had was soft and wispy. While I like the neat and clean look, she didn’t need it.
We spent the next couple of hours catching up, both socially and physically. She told me about her family, I told her about my travels. The sex was as good as ever. We watched TV for a bit before drifting off to sleep, her curled up in my arms.
I woke early the next morning and called Doc to go for breakfast. I would be leaving that afternoon, so this was my final chance to see him. We met and walked to one of the few restaurants open in the morning.
Back at the hotel, I woke Ann for some more nookie and another long soak in the tub. We got packed and took a bus/truck to the bus station. The place was packed. Although they were running extra buses that day, we still had to wait nearly two hours. We got on board and settled in for the ride.
Goodbye Pattaya! Next stop, Bangkok!