I decide to try and a find decent restaurant for lunch, somewhere I haven’t been before. After wandering 2nd Road around Mike Shopping Mall, I see an open-air restaurant across the street from there with lots of customers. That’s usually a good sign, so I stop in for lunch. Order the pork chop plate. The pork chop turns out to be about the consistency of shoe leather – as God is my witness I could barely chew the damn thing. So I end up eating all the fries that came with it. When the waitress comes over to take the check, she asks “why you not eat pork chop”? I tell her it’s like eating a shoe – pointing to the bottom of my shoe. Judging from her chuckle, she thought it was very amusing that their food sucked. Oh well, win some lose some.
I’ve explored very little of Pattaya to this point, so I hop a baht bus and just keep riding, thinking it’ll take me around and back down to Beach Road. It doesn’t – we’re headed north, I think. Hmmm, I have no clue where this baht bus is going. I decide to hop off at a 7-11 close to where I see a beach-bound bath bus stopping. I get a snack at the 7-11 and grab a baht bus headed back to the beach area, and sure ‘nuff it takes me right back to Soi 13 and my hotel.
Back in my hotel I get a text from my BKK gal, Pink. She asks where I am and I answer honestly – Pattaya. She’s upset because she thought I told her I was going to Cambodia, so she thinks I lied to her. No, I didn’t say I WAS going to Cambodia, she inferred that when I said “maybe even Cambodia”. I did, however, let that misunderstanding go uncorrected. In the end we finally clear things up…I think, and agree we’ll see one another the next day in Bangkok.
After watching a little TV, it’s about 4PM, and I’m thinking I’ve got some unfinished business on Soi 6 – that gal I never went back for my first day in Pattaya. I grab a baht bus and get off at Soi 7. I haven’t managed to get on the internet yet today, so I walk down Soi 7 and find an internet café. Check CH, yep, one quick message from Porker, who’s in Batam at the time. Check my personal email and I’m out of there. This is where I (re)learned that Soi 7 is NO DAMNED WHERE NEAR Soi 6. But I decide to walk it anyhow – hey – a little exercise is a good thing, right? Wrong. By the time I get to Soi 6 I’m hot, sweaty, thirsty and feel I must look like shit all drenched in sweat as I am. As I walk down the street, a (precious) few of the gals call to me – but of course none of the girls I’m attracted to give me a 2nd glance. Maybe in my t-shirt and tennis I don’t give off that “Mr Moneybags” vibe? Maybe I’m just fugly. Who the hell knows? I sure as hell feel nasty after that walk. I end up at Mandarin down at the end of the street, stop in and quench my thirst with a beer. No a single gal even so much as says “hi”. Finishing my beer, I decide to give Soi 6 one more walkthrough – the katoeys so call after me. Uh – thanks GUYS. Walk past MDT Bar and I don’t see the gal from the other day out front. Feeling hot and scummy, I decide to say screw it and go get some dinner.
Back to the old reliable Subway for another BMT. Beats the hell out of shoe leather. Head back to my hotel for a shower and shave, and by the time I’m clean it’s about 7:30, and the sun about to say goodbye to another day.
Ok – tonight I’m going straight to Peppermint for frizzy hair girl and that sweet young bod of hers. No screwing around hitting other bars first. If that doesn’t happen, I’ll be torn between red sheets girl (assuming that problem is past) and Keow (kiss my ass girl) from Tahitian Queen. I’m betting the first would be a serious GFE, the sedon is very snuggly and would no doubt accommodate all the boom boom I might want. There’s also the option of going back to Living Dolls to see what Mow would be agreeable to do. I’ve got a feeling that gal may not have a lot of limits. Hmmmm…..
I grab a baht bus to Walking Street (no getting sweaty this time) and head straight to Peppermint. Frizzy hair girl is nowhere in sight – damn – this is my last night in Pattaya. Looks like she’ll be the one that got away. But red sheets gal spots me and wastes no time in coming over.I buy her a drink and we chat for a while. Wanting to do something different, and thinking about what Dave-the-Rave said about gals saying falang are “so boring”, I ask if she’d like to go see the katoey show at Tiffany’s. She’s up for that, but doesn’t know where the show is or what time the show starts. She asks some other gal and gets some info, then we quickly pay the bar and get out of there.
Instead of Tiffany’s show we end up al Alcazar, near Big C Mall. They have a katoey show too. The last show starts at 9:30, so we’re about 15 minutes late for the start of the show. That’s ok – we came to see a show, so I quickly buy 2 tix and in we go. It turns out to be a pretty good show, with some fairly impressive sets. My favorite number was the katoey dressed in an outfit that was a pink ball gown on one side, and a black tux on the other – singing the tune “One Man Woman One Woman Man”. How appropriate. Here are some scans from their flyer:
The show ends about 11 and we walk down a soi from 2nd Rd to Beach Rd, passing Mike hotel or some such along the way. (Who the hell is this “Mike” guy that seems to own half of Pattaya anyhow?) Once down to Beach Rd we grab a baht bus back to the hotel. We lie on the bed and snuggle a bit, then she begins a massage. No complaint from me as she proceeds to massage me head to toe, returning my favor from the other night. I roll over and pull her close. She notices I’ve got a hard on and starts teasing me. Before long she undoes my pants and pulls them off. We both quickly lose the rest of our clothes, and she puts her hair back while straddling me for a nice BBBJ. Mmmmmm, life is good. We move up to the head of the bed, and I know she expects me to enter her. Not quite yet – let’s get a little lube – a little clit massage – she enjoys that – and one more little surprise. Yeah, there it it – the Doc Johnson pocket rocket. She’s a bit taken aback by that one, but with some gentle persuasion I’m finally able to get the little guy where he can be put to good use. Soon she’s using her hands to guide mine to where the vibrator has the best effect, and before long her head goes back, her breasts thrust up, the pelvis pushes down and her legs clench tight – oh yeah. Now she’s ready to feel something inside. Tossing the pocket rocket aside and grabbing a condom, I enter her in missionary and enjoy that for a little while. Lift one leg and stroke for a while, doing that little half-turned-to-the-side thing. Lift both her legs over my shoulders and do some deep and hard penetration. Oh yeah. Let’s go for some rear entry action, I flip her over and she gets up on all fours – now that feels nice. I push her torso back down near the bed, then grab the pillow and put it under her hips – that’s it – belly propped down and the butt propped up – oooooh – niiiiiiiice muscle contractions as she comes again. A little more of that and life is real good. We just lay there like that for a little while, both breathing hard from the workout and the orgasms. Don’t you just love it when every little contraction of yours causes their muscles to contract around your cock? Oooooh that feels good. I pull out nice and slow, savoring every exquisite sensation, and every little reaction of hers.
We both rinse off in the shower and jump back into bed. We briefly watch some music videos, then turn the TV off, snuggle up together and drift off to sleep.
