I spoke to soon!! Met this bird as she was getting on her 900cc Honda motorbike. That grabbed my fancy and I picked her up in her bar an hour later. She blew like a Viet, rimmed like a rentboy (I imagine) and screwed like a bunny. Fucking perfect.
Photo: Biker Bird 01
here she is in her bargirl shit... I preferred the biker image.
Photo: Bargirl Bird 02
Xmas Eve. SuperBaby a GoGo. Despite having a 10/10 figure and great skin, I kicked this one out with 100baht for watching TV instead of and whilst doing her job. Merry fucking Christmas. Went to bed and finished Amit Gilboa’s “Off the Rails in Phnom Penh”. It felt like home.
Photo: SuperBaby 03
Xmas Day. Couldn't resist my biker babe, so went looking for her again. You will soon understand why. I might take her again too - not only does she have the attributes described above and illustrated below, but her attitude is 100 percent. This babe could go far with the right manager.
Photo: Nude Bird 04
So then it was off for a soapy, since it was Xmas day. Went to the one opposite Atlantic bar (Soi 3 complex). This is what you get for 1600 Baht. Great experience and the chick was cool. But she leaned too hard on my bust rib (motorbike crash in Phnom Penh) and now I'm back to square one with it.
Photo: Xmas Massage 06
Still Xmas Day and now things get interesting. I checked Lucifers but that exit worries me in case of fire. My buddies had fucked off with their non-bargirl, effectively worse than white women Thai ladies, so Rakit was left to his own devices. Just how I like it when on the prowl.
So. Checked a few GoGos. In Living Dolls, I spotted my quarry. She had lithe flexibility, like a ballet dancer... and an whorish innocence to go with it. She left the stage and whispered "I come back" as she passed me. Fine. Next thing, there's a stramash at the door. I spoke to the Mamasan and she'd gone to see some "friend" who attacked her.
After the adrenalin of Phnom Penh (see Cambo threads), this began to interest me, simply because Pattaya is such a "shooting fish in a barrel" dump.
I spoke to the owner for advice and he told me that if the other girl came around when w3e were out, to smash her in the face and call him and he gave a number. Cool guy and this sounded fine to me, particularly as the streets were heaving and I hadn't far to go.
So. She was immense. Shit my babes just get better and better. The only downside was that I had to confiscate a stanley knife from her that she'd brought for protection. More adrenalin. Perfect.. in busy streets.
Tried to get her drunk enough to stay the night but she was fired up to go fight this girl again. All in all a fantastic insight to the Thai bargirl mentality.
Now the bit you've been waiting for... the brown marks on her body are where I applied iodine to her light wounds..
Photos: Living Dolls Brawler 07 08 09 10 11 12
.. and here's my regular Pattaya massage girl. She's 18 and an unmarried virgin. Her skin is so soft and supple I get a boner just touching her toes.. which is as much as I've done with her. So far...
. Now that she knows me she comes to my hotel, which is a lot cleaner and more private than the god-forsaken cubicles in most massage parlours. Photo: Regular Massage Girl 13
Somewhere along the way I caught a cold from a bargirl or gogo girl and it's become a chest infection, which is shit as the wracked coughing niggles the broken rib. My buddy and I went round the GoGos, Polo was definitely the best for the fab floor show. But buddy had to fuck off cos his Thai girl (non-bagirl) called, so seeing I was ill, I decided to seek out my "regular" FLB bargirl and have a quiet last night. Grabbed some barbecued pork they were selling on Walking Street and headed for her bar.
Great stuff, she wasn't only there, but was on the rag as well, which meant no boomsing, lower cost. Perfect as I was seriously feeling like shit.
In the middle of the night, I got up and reched from both ends violently, dripping nose, high fever, bust rib getting gip from reching and coughing.
Then the fucking phone calls started coming from home because of the earthquake and some farang called my TG just as I was finally getting off to sleep. Must have been the worst night of my life (apart from the last time I was in Pattaya).
To make matters worse, it's high season and late checkouts are as rare as hens teeth and I had to move first thing to a small guesthouse.
This trip has been interesting. Certainly I've met some great women (for bargirls) and had some fun, but it was very much an add-on to my Cambodia trip which affected me much more profoundly than Thailand ever did.
So as the sun sets on Pattaya, I get the feeling that I may not return here for any significant period of time. There's no adrenalin charge, it's just pull bird after bird with the inevitable hard luck stories and angles detracting from what could be great experiences.
So I'm resigned to a last few hours sipping beer with my buddy and waiting on the taxi to the airport.
But wait!!!!!.....
Who's that chick riding the huge chopper?
Hehe... who am I to say no to a last-minute short-time........
Photo: Last Minute 14 15
