Into the Land of Smiles
Like many, I find the flight to Bangkok brutal and exhausting. Setting aside the toll taken on one’s body by sitting on a plane for way too many hours, the time change always leaves me out of sorts for a few days. Friends have tried to convince my of the value of various sleeping aids (“better living through chemistry”), but I’m not a fan of ingesting psychoactive substances, and the recent stories on some of the claimed effects of Ambien (as one example) make me a bit wary.
So despite having an upgrade to business class aboard United’s 777 from Chicago to Narita and the 747 from there to Bangkok, I was feeling like shit upon touchdown in Bangkok. And I was a bit worried about what I’d find at the new Bangkok airport given some of the stories about leaking roofs, closed taxiways, and long lines. But my arrival was the smoothest of any I’ve ever had in Bangkok. We did have to ride buses from the plane to the terminal because of the closed taxiways and associated jet ramps, but once inside the terminal things could not have gone more smoothly. I hustled to immigration and found an empty room awaiting me; not a soul in line and plenty of immigration officers ready and waiting. Our flight arrived about 30 minutes early, which probably contributed positively to the lack of lines, but I also suspect the Thai government had beefed up staff at the airport to counteract the negative press that they’d been getting.
So, I was through immigration in a few seconds, waited only another 10 minutes for my luggage, and walked out to find my driver, one of Mr. Toom’s associates, waiting for me. Mr. Pong directed me to his car and we were out of the airport and on the way to Pattaya in no time. Mr. Pong seemed to be wearing a heavy pair of shoes; we blew by the traffic like it was standing still, and by 1:15 I was standing in the lobby of the Whitehouse Condotel on Soi 13 (between Beach Rd. and Second Rd.). There were a few stumbles getting checked in. I’d reserved a deluxe room, and the AC in the first room was not working. Pattaya in late Feb. is not a place to be without AC. After confirming with the front desk that it was indeed dead, they moved me to a deluxe suite at no extra charge. Very sweet, indeed.
I was a wreck, and a wiser man would have just climbed in bed, but I dumped my bags in the room and walked out to the corner of Soi 13 and 2nd Rd. in order to find a “nightcap.” Dozens of girls were milling about in the area, either heading home or looking for one last customer. I interviewed a few girls and picked one after about 5 minutes who met my criteria: (1) reasonably cute; (2) reasonably slutty looking; and (3) willing to blow me BB until I came in her mouth. I was in no shape to do any work, and just needed “servicing.” Her name might have been Nok, but I was too wasted to remember, and she suggested that 500 baht would make her happy enough to swallow. We walked the 100 yards to the hotel and went to the front desk to drop off Nok’s ID. The cute desk clerk complimented me on my speed in getting into the flow of Pattaya life as well as my choice. Suffice it to say that Nok filled the bill. After I’d cum she asked if she could stay, but I wasn’t ready for company, so I apologized for seeming rude and told her that I would probably up much of the night and that she would not get a decent night’s sleep.
Nok departed, 500 baht richer, and I nodded off with a smile on my face, but unfortunately jet lag had me awake and tossing and turning my 4:30. At 6 I finally gave up on the notion that sleep was in the cards and did a little work and checked my email. I’ll note here that the Whitehouse has internet access available for 100 baht/day. They do not have wireless, but the DSL speed was adequate. Not great, but adequate.
I hit the restaurant at 8 for a mediocre breakfast and then walked down to Beach Rd. and the one block to Starbucks to get some caffeine in my favorite form: hot chocolate. By 8 it was already pretty damn warm, so I downed the chocolate, went back to the hotel, slipped on my swim trunks, and walked down to the beach. I find Pattaya Beach borderline disgusting, but by finding a spot in the shade and closing my eyes, I was able to pretend that I was on a nice beach, and actually managed to sleep for 45 minutes or so.
A few minutes before 11 I decided it was a time for a Pattaya tradition, so after quick stop at a little market for water and beer, I changed into shorts and a t-shirt and made the 15-minute walk to Lólita's for blowjob number 2. I seemed to be customer #1 for the day, and about 6 girls gave their sales pitches out front. I invited a couple of the cuter ones in to play some pool and give me time to get a better read on them. “Cuter” is definitely a relative term at Lólita's, but these two were OK, and their faces would spend all their time at groin-level, so looks really aren’t all that important. Lólita's is not the places for GFE, but it’s a fine place for an expert blowjob, and that’s what I got. I took the one who laughed the most upstairs, and she provided excellent service with a smile.
After a quick lunch at a non-descript Thai place—Pattaya is not the place to go if fine dining is high on your agenda—I grabbed a baht bus to Soi 6. I learned last year to pay local rates, so I just tossed the driver 10 baht and walked off. I did this through my whole stay and never received a complaint. Soi 6 was dead; it was too early for much to be happening, so I went up to the shopping center on 2nd Rd. and poked around for a while. I found some cute little gifts that I bought for my forthcoming trip to Brasil, and at about 4 I returned to Soi 6. It was still very quiet, a theme that would continue through my stay, but the girls were all out in force in their various outfits in front of all the bars. As with my last trip, there were a surprising number of katoeys working the bars along Soi 6. I walked in and out of a few but settled on TG Bar, an old favorite. There were about 8 girls out front, and I grabbed a seat with them and chatted, trying to get a read on the girls.
I eventually grabbed one of the least attractive of the girls because the vibe seemed right. She wasn’t ugly by any stretch of the imagination, but were I selecting on appearances alone she would have been left outside. We went in and had our obligatory drink, and she was surprisingly unaffectionate for a TG Bar girl. I almost decided to toss her back into the pool and make another choice, but I concluded that the price at TG was so low that I could afford to give her a spin, allow her to save face, and not be out much even if service was less than exemplary. Well, upstairs she changed her colors completely. While we were “showering” in the lovely TG facilities she tried to stuff my now hard dick in her cunt bareback. She went from little reserved kisses downstairs to practically devouring me upstairs. Back in our suite I convinced her that a condom was in order—she seemed disappointed—and we proceeded to wreck the room. After about 25 minutes I still hadn’t cum—no surprise given that I was jet lagged and had already cum twice in the last 16 hours—but she seemed to take this as evidence that I didn’t find her attractive. I confessed to being tired (but not to having had my pipes cleaned already), so she decided the route to my pleasure lay on another path. “You like fuck my ass?” she whispered in my ear. “Of course I like fuck your ass,” I replied, and within about five minutes I fired off another, admittedly puny, load. We cleaned up and headed downstairs where business had picked up a little, but there were only 3 guys in the place, and all three left without going up after groping the girls for 20 minutes. As I left TG and walked down Soi 6 to Beach Rd. to grab a baht bus back to the hotel, I noticed that all of the bars still seemed dead.
Photo: A Soi Six Sex Siren 01
After a nap at the hotel I woke up groggy and feeling like death warmed over, so I decided the only logical thing to do was head to Walking St. and explore the go-gos. I made quick visits to some of my old favorites and, again, all the places seemed unusually quiet. Angel Witch had a decent crowd, but Peppermint was nearly empty and the crowds on Walking St. seemed subdued. I eventually found my way into Club Boesche, also about ¾ empty, and headed to the back corner near the Jacuzzi, where three girls were taking turnings splashing in the water. Up on the stage the line-up was doing the usual Pattaya Zombie Shuffle (aka, dancing) and there were a number of cuties, but everyone seemed bored because there were so few customers to entice.
The girls in the Jacuzzi did their semi-lame lesbian act for me, since I was the only guy in their vicinity, and I expressed my appreciation by tipping them. We started playing games: when one of the girls would go down on another I’d start licking my lips like I wanted in on the action, and they would laugh and motion me over to join them in the Jacuzzi. We’d laugh and then do it again. Cheap laughs, but hey, it was slow! Eventually one of the girls dries off and comes over to me, climbs up on the bench seat I’m sitting on, and shoves her twat in my face. I happily oblige and lap away. Mamasan is standing right next to us laughing, so I figure it’s cool. The other girls act like they’re jealous, and when girl #1 heads back to the tub, the girl she replaces hops up on the bench for her tongue-lashing. More laughs all around.
I eventually spot a possible target up on the poles, and motion her over. Li was tall and relatively busty, with light streaks in her long, straight black hair. We chatted for a while and she seemed quite affectionate so I sealed the deal for short time and we made our way back to the hotel via baht bus. Li turned out to be the single disappointment of the trip. She verged on starfish performance. She was doing nothing for me so I pulled out, lubed up her ample tits, and ended up spraying her forehead and hair. She was not a happy camper, but I didn’t care. I helped her clean up and sent her on her way with 1000 baht.
After another abbreviated night of sleep I decided to hit the beach early. After a couple of hours I wandered back to the hotel to see if I could return to bed and get a bit more sleep. That helped a bit but I felt groggy the entire remainder of the day. I vowed to take a more leisurely pace that day, so I opted for a traditional Thai massage, followed by a soapie massage at Sabailand. The talent in the fishbowl was not stellar, but it only takes one, and I found one with a good rack who seemed less locked into the television show than her peers. I typically choose large breasted women at the soapies in hopes of getting a good tit massage. Fortunately, Su’s tits were gloriously large, firm, and all natural. I was perfectly content to lay in the hot water and let her do her thing. Once on the mat she did indeed work me over with those natural Ds. This was followed by a reasonably pleasant bbbj. She, also, tried to mount me sans condom and I stopped her and had her put one of mine on me. We went at it for about 15 minutes but nothing was happening, so I suggested that we revert to the blowjob. She finished my off nicely in another five minutes, after which we pretended we were able to have a conversation until it was time to depart. I’m not a big fan of soapies but feel a trip to Thailand is incomplete without at least one visit.
At about 8 I decided to check out the Soi 7/8 scene. Things were again pretty quiet, and I eventually found my way into the Silver Star bar. There were about 7-8 guys sitting around the perimeter and maybe two around the “dance” floor. I took a perimeter seat towards the rear of the place and settled in to observe the talent. There were quite a few lookers on stage and an equal number working the floor. One complete stunner with gorgeous euro-asian features and an amazing rack was trying to interest the guy next to me in playing, but he seemed to be interested only in his Singha. She got up to dance and it became clear that the stunning rack was hard as a rock. Cross her off the list.
Guys drifted in and out but no one seemed to be buying. I saw only two guys bar fine girls. Meanwhile I was attracted a crowd. I’d motioned over one of the dancers, Fon, and all her friends gathered around us. I was in a generous mood and bought a round of tequila shots. The bar also seemed to be giving the girls free shots when they finished their turn dancing—something I’d never seen before. Fon was an older girl, 34 years old, but very cute and friendly. She had worked as a nurse at Bumrungrad Hospital in Bangkok, but found the work in Pattaya more interesting and better compensated. She kept a tongue planted in one ear while her friend, whose I never got, worked me over on the other side. Soon a third member joined the party. Little Oh stood about 4’7” and was cute as a bug. She stood down below and started gently rubbing my dick. She chatted with Fon in Thai, and Fon told me that it was Oh’s first day and I was the first farang she’d ever met. She was fresh from the farm, and she was curious whether the rumors about farang cocks were true.
Fon’s friend tried to talk me into bar fining she and Fon, but she didn’t do anything for me, so I sent her on her way. I was ready to bar fine Fon and hit the road but she said that Oh really wanted to come as well. I told both that I only had 1700 baht, so that wasn’t possible. Besides which, I’d never had much luck with duplas in Thailand. They usually amount to serial fucks while the other watches TV. In any event, Fon and Oh consulted and then announced that they would come with me for 1700. I explained that I really only had 1700 baht, and if I paid the their 500 baht bar fines, that left only 350 baht each for them. Fon replied that they were very good at math, and they were also very bored in the bar and wanted to get out. So I passed along the 1000 baht, paid the tab, and we headed back to the Whitehouse.
Did I mention I’m skeptical about duplas in Thailand? Yes. I still am, but I can now say that I’ve experienced an exceptional one. One of the nice things about the deluxe suites at the Whitehouse is that the shower is huge, so all three of us climbed in. None of that “me shy” shit from these two. Oh might have been new to this line of work, but she proved to be quite the exhibitionist. Both girls worked me over nicely in the shower, and we eventually stumbled into my bed soaking-wet. Fon started with a sloppy wet bbbj while I pulled Oh up onto my face and gave her clit a tongue-lashing. Oh seemed to enjoy it and was soon making all kinds of interesting noises I’d never heard. After about 10 minutes the girls swapped positions. Fon turned to face Oh so she could instruct her on proper bj technique. Soon Fon hopped off my face and was instructed Oh in the finer points of the bj, showing her how to use hand, tongue, lips and saliva to best effect. I just sat back and enjoyed being a sex object. Lesson complete, Oh asked if I could fuck her. Fon was laughing, and when I asked her what was so funny, she said that Oh had very earnestly told her the rumor about big-dicked farangs was true and that she really wanted to see if I would fit inside her. Oh climbed aboard and rode me pretty hard for about 5 minutes. She was so tiny that I just grabbed her at one point and spun her around into a reverse cowgirl position. Fon went to work on Oh, who didn’t seem to mind having her tits sucked by a woman. After another few minutes I picked up Oh and placed her one her hands and knees so I could view her cute little ass and do her doggie-style. She was in fact quite small, and I eventually popped in a big way.
Photo: Fon and Oh 02
I begged the two for a little rest, so we went into the other room, grabbed a few beers and Bacardi Breezers from the fridge, turned on the TV, and cuddled up. Oh, however, could not keep her hands off my dick, and within ten minutes she was sucking away. Fon seemed to feel left out, so she climbed off the sofa and started in on my dick as well, which by now had come back to life. Watching the two of them, it was clear a little competition was developing, and I was the beneficiary! I talked them into stopping for a few minutes for another round of drinks, but as soon as those drinks were gone they wanted to go back to the bedroom. Fon wanted her turn, so she climbed aboard while Oh straddled my face for some more fun. Numerous position changes ensued but I just wasn’t going to pop, so Fon pulled the condom off, put some oil on her tits, and gave me a very nice tit fuck. I finally shot what I had left on those pretty titties, and Oh surprised me by jumping in and Hoovering every last drop of cum.
Photo: Cute Little Oh 03
Photo: Sexy Fon 04
My short-time session with Fon and Oh had now run almost three hours, so I ushered them into the shower, where they started in again on me. I love blowjobs in the shower, but this was getting ridiculous. It took some doing but I pried them off my dick, dried off, and waited on the sofa for the girls to get dressed. Soon they came out and joined me on the sofa for a last few kisses. Oh could not resist and soon was down on the floor sucking my dick. Fon got down and gave her a few additional tips, and there I was again with two girls sucking away. I finally had to just stand up and tell them it was time to sleep. They finally got up and went to the door. As they walked out, Fon turned around, came back and whispered in my ear “I’ll be back in 10 minutes.” It was now 2:30, so my short-time dupla had lasted almost 4 hours. And damn if Fon didn’t return 10 minutes later! I talked her into sleeping, and I slept soundly for the first night. Fon woke up at 10 and gave me a nice slow fuck before heading to her apartment. Did I ever get my money’s worth!
Fon told me she was going to come back by at 5 before going to work. Given the quality of her performance—real GFE stuff—I encouraged her to stop in. I decided to hang out at the beach for a while, do some shopping, and then swing by Soi 6 for a quickie. It was Friday, and I was expecting business to pick up, but it was still quiet on Soi 6. I poked my head into a few different places and ended up grabbing a little spinner at Sexy Soi 6. I kept the preliminaries in the bar to a minimum and then headed up to do the deed. She was another one of those impossibly tight little things, and was the only one on this trip to give me the "you too big” look about halfway through the session. Fortunately for her, she was so damned tight that I didn’t last all that long. Nevertheless, she never complained and was quite affectionate.
Back at the hotel I was surprised when Fon didn’t show up at 5. I really thought she would. At about 5:45 I was about to head out when there was a knock on my door. It was Fon, wearing the cutest little pink mini-shirt and matching top. She wanted to know where I’d been. “In the room, darling, waiting for you,” I replied. She’d apparently arrived at 5 and had been in the lobby while, it seems, the desk clerk called the wrong room repeatedly. When I explained what must have happed her mood brightened, she slipped off her thong, pulled down my pants, and away we went. She was hot to go because her thong was wet already, and I slide into a very warm, very juicy pussy. We sucked and fucked until 7:30 when she had to leave for work. I gave her 1000 baht and she handed me back 500. “Special rate for you,” she cooed. She then mentioned she was going to be home in Bangkok for the three-day Buddha holiday starting the next day. I told her I was heading to Bangkok then too, and she was welcome to share my cab. So we planned to meet up at my hotel at 11 the next morning.
I was feeling pretty fucked out at this point. I had arranged to get together with a couple of Americans for dinner (Flyngo and Bryan505), so I met up with them, and after dinner Flyngo and I headed out for a tour of the go-gos. We stopped in for a beer and some good music at Tahitian Queen, then walked over to Walking Street and went in and out of a few places. At about midnight I flat-out hit the wall, nearly falling asleep while loud music was blaring in my ears. I knew it was time to hit the bed, and probably best to do so alone.
I was out the minute I hit the bed and didn’t wake up until 9:30, when Fon knocked on my door. “I thought you were coming at 11?” “But that’s when the cab is coming,” she said. “I wanted to thank you for the ride before we leave.” And thank me she did. In fact, we had to scramble to get downstairs in a hurry because we had just hopped in the shower when the phone rang. Fon made the trip to Bangkok enjoyable, and I dropped her off at a friend’s apartment before going to the Majestic Grande. She told me she was tied up with family until Monday but would call me then. Fine by me. As much as I enjoyed her company, I wanted to play in Bangkok.
Buddha Day Blues?
I was a bit apprehensive about what was going to happen in Bangkok. Buddha Day was officially Saturday, but the government had declared a holiday through Monday. Several girls in Pattaya told me the bars and go-gos on Walking Street would be closed Sat. and Sun. WTF was I going to do if Bangkok was shut down? I had a series of meetings scheduled on Monday and Tuesday, and was counting on lots of playtime on the weekend.
Fortunately, the Big Mango didn’t let me down. Every venue I checked on was open. I decided to check out one of the oil massage places first, so I hopped the Skytrain to the Thong Lo Station and down the stairs to Tulip. There’s a nice big sign for Tulip that’s visible as you head for the station exit.
I entered Tulip and told the receptionist what I wanted (the 2-hr. oil massage) and they sent a girl up. I told them I wanted to see the line-up, so we went downstairs where all the girls on duty were stationed. I asked if Dao was available and she wasn’t, so I grabbed a very happy little spinner called Tina. She was not the prettiest of the group, but she seemed the happiest, and I took that as a sign that she might have an interest in making me happy. Another good call! After a joint shower in which she gave me a terrific bbbj, we climbed on the bed and she proceeded to fuck me senseless. The fit was incredibly tight, and I fired off round one in short order. She then got out the oil and started a pretty nice massage, but definitely concentrated on my dick and balls. As soon as I was hard again she simply climbed on. Whoops! I was enjoying the show so much it was a few minutes before I realized I was bareback. Oh well, WTF…at that point it seemed rather pointless to stop, and in all honesty it felt great! She was so tiny I just spun her every which way and finished standing up, holding her in my two hands, and pounding her on my dick. We still had 40 minutes left so she got the oil out and went to work on me again. As soon as I was hard (yes, the third hard-on was definitely sponsored by Cialis) she climbed back on again and we rolled around until time was up. A third pop was not in the cards. We showered up—getting that oil off is a bitch!—and I headed out with a very contented smile on my face.
After foraging for food and drink for the hotel room I went in search of some decent food. I’d gone 4 days in Pattaya with only one decent meal. I opted for Lemongrass, a nice Thai restaurant, and got some Tom Yum Gai and a spicy mango salad. Sated, I headed to the Paragon Shopping Center at Siam Square. I’m guessing this is the only mall in the world that where you can buy high fashion clothing, high-end stereo gear, golf equipment, and exotic autos. Yes, they sell Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Aston Martins and Bentleys. The poor shopper can opt for a Porsche or a lowly BMW. There’s also a remarkable food market downstairs.
Back at the hotel I took a quick nap and then wandered over to Morning/Night for a beer. I had to fend off several pushy girls, which surprised me because in the past I’d found the place to be pretty laid back. After the third girl made a request for a drink (without any preliminary chatting) I bolted and headed over to the Biergarten on Soi 7. I just wanted a place to have a beer and watch the scenery, and the Biergarten is often an interesting spot for people watching. You’ll see it all at the Biergarten, and the girls tend to be low key. A bit later I wandered into Bully’s for a pretty decent burger. I then made the rounds of the Nana go-gos but wasn’t inspired. In Rainbow 4 one cutie told me she wanted 5000 baht for short-time. I replied that I hadn’t even asked what she wanted and walked away. I pissed away a good amount of time, and when the places started closing down I walked across to the Nana Hotel parking lot, where a pretty good crowd of independents and disappointed bar girls were gathering. Getting past the katoeys was a challenge—there seemed to be quite a few of them in the mix—but I found a little dolly bird who was there with her girlfriend. She was so petite I had to ask to see her ID. She’d turned 18 three months earlier. I took her and her girlfriend over to a nearby bar and bought them a couple of beers, after which I sent the friend home and took Pom to the hotel. She was, as one might guess, a bit inexperienced, and her blowjob was the work of a beginner. She gave good effort but lacked skill. I was wishing Fon could be there to offer instruction. Pom was energetic though, and provided a thoroughly enjoyable fuck. And for 1000 baht in BKK I had no complaints. She left after about two hours.
I eased into Sunday with a late breakfast at the Majestic Grande (included with my pre-paid voucher), and shortly after noon I headed off to another oil massage place, Bangkok Teen 1 on Soi 33. It was a short walk from the Skytrain station, and once inside I was presented with a book of photos and told which girls were available. For some reason I was in the mood for a titfuck, and busty Spy seemed to offer good potential. Spy greeted my in the lobby and we headed up to the room where she gave me a thorough shower, then stripped off her clothes, and proceeded with the oil massage. She, in fact, gave a first-rate massage, which was worth the 800 baht fee. She joked about my hard-on and eventually asked if I was interested in “extra special massage.” I explained my needs and she suggested a 1000 baht tip would do the job. Spy wasn’t very affectionate, although she was playful and would occasionally jump up and give me a big kiss. Her tits were fabulous, 100% natural, and I hosed them down pretty well. After a shower I was off to get some fuel for the body and plan the evening ahead.
Spy (pic from the BKK Teen website)
I decided against trekking through the entertainment plazas and instead called Tulip Massage and asked them to send Tina to my hotel at 10 pm. The little sweetie showed up at 9:30 and by 9:45 we were taking a bubble bath together in the large tub in my room. Tina doesn’t speak a word of English and I speak three or four words of Thai, so our communication was nonverbal, but that worked out just fine. She stayed all night and gave me a very pleasant goodbye at 10. The bill was 1000 for Tulip and 1500 for Tina. A bargain at twice the price!
I was tied up with meetings until 4 on Monday, so I headed straight to Tulip after calling ahead, and met the famous Dao. Fortunately Tina was occupied so I avoided any drama. Dao gave a nice massage but excelled at the special services. She was much larger than little Tina but probably more skilled. The two hours passed in a flash; I was good for only one pop but she did her best to coax everything out of me that was in there. I got back to the hotel at 7, just in time to get a call from Fon. I invited her to dinner and she showed up at 8:00 looking fantastic. We walked across to the Chinese restaurant in the JW Marriott and had a delicious meal, then returned to the Majestic for some even more delicious dessert. Fon is the only Thai girl I’ve ever met whose blowjobs are truly world class. In the morning we a nice shower together and Fon went out to catch a bus back to Pattaya. She refused my offer of payment and wouldn’t even take bus money. “I wasn’t working last night” was her response. What a sweetheart!
Tuesday’s meetings ended after dinner at 8:00. I made a beeline straight from dinner to Soi Asoke and walked over to Soi Cowboy. Flyngo had urged me to check out a particular girl at Baccara so I decided to follow up on his tip. He’d told me I would not be disappointed in #3, and he was right. She seemed a bit stand-offish on stage but warmed up once I’d gotten the mamasan to call her over. After a couple of drinks we headed back to the hotel for some short-time fun. She was very outgoing, unlike her stage persona, and was another one with not an ounce of shyness to her. She paraded around my room completely naked, and asked me to fuck her from behind while she leaned on the window looking out over the Rajah Hotel and Soi Nana. She killed the beer in my fridge and asked if it was OK if she stayed long-time for the agreed-upon short-time price (1500 baht). I said that would be great but that we had to be out by 11. “Ok, up to you,” she said, so we crashed until about nine. I was awakened by her rubbing my dick. “You want fuckee again?” “Darling, I always want fuckee again.” One fuckee and a shower later, #3 was off to her apartment and I was off to my meeting.
Photos: Hot Number 3 05 06
(pics courtesy of Bryan505)
Wed. was my last day in the Big Mango. Meetings ended at 3, so I made a run to Lólita's for a blowjob. Once again, I never caught the girl’s name, but she got the job done despite my making her work pretty hard, and offered nary a complaint. She did lose points for spitting into a towel, but it was late afternoon and she’d probably already swallowed a few loads and was simply full.
Since I had to leave for Jakarta the next morning, I decided a short-time roll was called for. I ran over to Soi 7 and the Biergarten to see if here was any talent worth a try, but I found nothing of any interest whatsoever. I walked back through the alley between Soi 7 and Soi 5 and stopped at one of the food stands for a snack. While sitting there the girl at the table next to me kept making eye contact and smiling. I asked her if she wanted a beer. She asked where I was staying, and when I told her she suggested maybe we could go there and drink something. She was very cute, with near waist-length straight black hair and a tongue piercing, which she put to good use back at the hotel. She also tried to climb aboard bareback but I put the brakes on and got it wrapped. I did, in the end, pull the condom off and glaze her cute little tits. We took a bubble bath together and then I sent her on her way, 1000 baht richer. I quickly packed so I could sleep as late as possible the next day. I was traveling to Jakarta and then on to Sumatra, and it was going to be a long, unpleasant day.
Concluding Thoughts
I can’t recall having a better time in either Pattaya or Bangkok. Pattaya was amazingly quiet, but that really seemed to work to my advantage. There are always lots of girls to choose from in Pattaya, but there was very little competition for them. Consequently, girls either asked for less or were willing to accept less than was the case during my previous visit (during a busier period). In other words, Thai girls understand the fundamentals of supply and demand. This was a shock, and quite a contrast to my experiences in Brasil. There, when business slows, the girls raise their prices under the idea that they need to keep their income constant, so with fewer customers available, they have to raise their prices.
Another observation: I had more girls try to go bareback this visit than in any of my previous visits. This is a trend I’ve noticed in Brasil as well, and I wonder whether the new crop of working girls haven’t gotten the message about HIV and other STDs, or whether competition has increased to the point where girls are going bareback to lure customers and secure repeat business. In some other locations (e.g., AC) the opposite trend seems to be taking place. I’m not sure what’s going on.
One of the things that has kept me from coming to the LOS more often has been the “me shy” timidity of many Thai girls. For whatever reasons, I ran into far less of that this time around. Maybe I got lucky, or maybe my interviewing skills and selection techniques are improving, but I had much better sex on this trip than ever before. These Thai girls were still a few notches behind the average brasileiras in terms of skill and pure sexual aggression, but it helped bring the benefit/cost ratio between the two countries closer together.
Despite the toll the time change took on me, it was a great trip, and I left with a smile on my face. I’ll be back to the Land of Smiles.
Not that it was any of my business. Move along folks, nothing to see here...