Day One
The bus pulled into the Pattaya station. I dodged the taxi touts, not remembering the cost of the ride downtown, and actually walked all the way to second road. After sitting for the past few hours, I needed the exercise.
I checked out a few hotels at random; they were run down and overpriced. I figuratively crawled to Marriott to see if I could stay there on points. They were booked for the next few nights, but I was welcome to stay this one night. I was too beat to search, so I agreed. I took a much needed shower and headed out on the town.
There were a lot more people than I'd seen two years ago. Lots of couples, plenty of kids and an abundance of Russians. I tried to rent a motorbike, but the pirates were charging a minimum of 300THB per day. “Sorry, boys, that's thirty rides on the truck.”
As I strolled down Beach Road, I happened to look toward Walking Street. I'd heard about the jumbotron screen they'd installed, but I had no idea how horrible it was. The thing is huge, that, in an of itself, is reason to hate it, but from a business point of view, why, in dog's name, did they put it there? The only people who will even notice it are the drivers. Pedestrians are too busy looking out for holes in the sidewalk to look toward the giant screen. Once you're close enough to Walking Street to look around, the screen is too high to view properly. Man, what a terrible business decision. I also learned that the deal with the city is that the company who put it up gets to use it for ten years then turns it over to the city.
The rest of the evening, I'm sorry to say, was a bit of a blur. I spent my time re-visiting all my favorite places from two years ago and being terribly disappointed that they'd changed so much. I suppose I should be used to that by now, but I'm not.
I tried, half-heartedly, to find a bedmate. Frankly, I was too tired from shagging “My Dear” all weekend back in Bangkok and had a bit of a bruised pelvis. I needed a night off.
The Vegas strip ain't got nuthin' on this place1
A couple of Russian babes on their way to work.
Day Two
In the morning, after an aborted attempt to work out in the gym followed by an adequate complimentary breakfast in the hotel lounge, I went in search of a hotel room for the next two nights. I went back to my favorite at the far end of Walking Street. It's a place secreted behind a steakhouse. Close enough to the action to walk, but far enough away to be quiet. I negotiated a good rate for a room with a jacuzzi tub: 1000THB per night. I spent the rest of the day doing nothing in particular.
That evening, I met up with my ol' pal Doc Duei. Retired, he spends half the year in Pattaya so he really knows the area well. A few years earlier he had taken me to numerous bars, where we was a regular, introducing me to places I might never have set foot. He agreed to accompany me on my excursion, but was reluctant to play guide. He admitted that after a few years, you just didn't have the need to go out much. He seldom took a girl to his apartment, choosing instead to employ short-time rooms.
Having dashed into a few clubs the night before, I had a good idea as to which places were hoping and, more importantly, which places were dead. Thus we began our extended tour of Pattaya bars. Doc was happy to park himself in one spot, usually on a stool right at the edge of the stage, and have a few drinks. I was all for the close-up action, but didn't want to have more than one drink in a place unless there was a damn good reason to stay.
Two years earlier I met a most delightful young lady. Although not educated, she spoke excellent English and was a professional masseuse. I met her at the Beach Club and engaged her for three most enjoyable nights. When I wrote her that I was coming to Pattaya, she sent me her number and told me to call. She also told me that she was now number 97 at Peppermint.
Photos: Biw - Peppermint A-GoGo 01 02
I told Doc we had to go to Peppermint and see if Biw was there. He was all for it because it was a fun club. We arrived just in time to see the a show: a girl doing a fire-eating routine. Most impressive, really. The club itself was pretty hopping. Lots of good looking girls and lots of Farangs too.
I looked around for Biw, but didn't see her anywhere. Meanwhile, the overly aggressive waitress was trying to get me to buy her a drink. “Where's Biw?” I asked. She shook her head, not knowing who I was talking about. “She's number 99.” She went off to check the board and came back telling me there was no number 99. I checked with a few other girls. None of them knew Biw and they all assured me there was no number 99. Of course, I managed to write down 99 instead of 97 and didn't realize it until the next day; I'm a goofus.
A cute young thing came up to Doc and started talking to him while I was looking for Biw. He told me he had never seen her before, but she knew all sorts of things about him. We were unable to ascertain if she was a good investigator or if Doc had simply lost his mind and didn't remember her. Girls have extraordinary memories when their brains are not encumbered with such things as, um, education? How do they do it?
When we left, I tried calling Biw. She had taken the day off and was just about to turn in. I was tempted to get her to come out and meet me, but I was having a terrific time with Doc.
As midnight approached, we found ourselves in Living Dolls (I forget which one). This place held fond memories for me. There was an absolutely amazing looking girl there on one of my first trips. She had a distinctly tasteful tattoo down her back: a set of Chinese characters just a few inches from the side of her spine. I never managed to nail her, but picked up another girl on that trip, Rat, who was one of the most pliable girls I've ever had in bed. Instead of Chinese characters, she had “MISS YOU” down her spine in English script. Where they get their ideas for tattoos, I'll never know.
Doc and I grabbed a seat at the bar. Before we could order a drink, the mamasan was hugging and kissing Doc. She had only started work at the bar a few months earlier but had known Doc as a regular in the other bars she had supervised in her career. Doc bought her a drink and she called over two topless girls, one for each of us. It's good to know the mamasan!
My girl was attractive and nice enough, but the babe looking after Doc was absolutely perfect. She looked about eighteen, had a lithe body, hard stomach and beautiful proportionate breasts. She was also very attentive and happy; two qualities I appreciate.
I suspected we would have at least two drinks at this particular bar. Since my girl was not paying as much attention to me as I require (she was mostly trying to engage Doc's girl or mamasan whenever she happened by), I scanned the room for another companion.
I made eye contact with a cute thing on the stage. She had a flawless bikini-clad body, small bust, a square face and a very pleasant smile with straight, even teeth. She was also really enjoying dancing. I waved her over and she left the dance floor. By this time, my original girl had gone up to dance, there was no need to shoo her away.
Da spoke pretty much no English, but she didn't have to. The way she stared into my eyes told me everything I needed to know. She pressed up against me and I stroked her back as Doc and I chatted. Da vied for my attention by eventually crawling up onto my lap and kissing me at every available opportunity. I think I found my girl!
One of Da's friends came over and pestered me for a drink after a few minutes conversation. I wasn't quite so inclined as my attention was strictly divided between Da and Doc. She pointed to her friend and to herself saying “Two ladies. You want?” I responded with a choking motion indicating that they wanted to kill me. She kept gesturing to her friends ample bosom and then pointing to her own flat chest. “Not sexy,” she said, pointing to herself (I disagreed). Had her friend been more attractive, I'd have considered the proposition. I wasn't quite sure if she was serious. Could she be bisexual? Interesting. Very interesting.
It was close to 1AM and I was ready to start the real party. I asked Da if she wanted to go with me. “How much you pay me?” she asked. I asked her how much she thought I'd give her. “OK. Two thousand.” Well, that's exactly how much I was willing to pay. “Five hundred baht” she continued after a pause, no doubt to gage my reaction.
Mamasan witnessed all this and glared at Da. “Two thousand,” she said to her pointedly. Da looked very sheepish after that. I bought Mamasan a drink and told Da to get changed. It's good to be friends with the mamasan.
I told Doc I was ready to go, but he was happy to stay at the bar. Da returned wearing a lovely sun dress showing lots of shapely leg. I bid goodnight to Doc and we left. Da took my hand as we made the short walk to the hotel. She turned in her ID card and we went to my room.
I had to struggle to get all the electrical devices working. I couldn't quite figure out the air conditioner. Meanwhile, I was filling the over-sized tub in the bathroom. Da looked around curiously, then settled in.
We undressed and climbed into the tub. She squealed with delight as we slid around and washed each other. I noticed that she had a couple days growth of pubic hair and I elected to shave her. I took my time and got her good and smooth. I had her up on the far edge of the tub for this operation and once I had sprayed her down, she was ready for eating. Mmmmm. Da was most appreciative of the attention and eager to repay me in kind.
I lay on my back in the tub and she squirmed all over me, rubbing her snatch up and down my legs and then along my little wombat. She grabbed it and started rubbing the head against her clit. A moment later, she dropped herself down and I was ensconced deep within her.
I considered the ramifications of what we were now doing. I'd penetrated “My dear” without a condom, but I knew full well she was clean. Other than that, I'd been a good boy for the past few months and had been tested regularly. I was clean. Da, on the other hand, might not be. Two years earlier, my Spicy Girl gave me an unwanted gift on our last weekend together. It was quickly cured, fortunately (although the memory of that burning pain is still with me), but it's the more serious HIV that concerned me. I figured I had a good life and if this is the girl who will ultimately kill me, I was prepared to take that chance.
We spent at good half hour screwing in the tub before toweling off and and heading for bed. For the first time in almost two years I had a bone-hard boner. I don't know whether to thank the Cialias I took earlier, or the sheer excitement Da was providing me, but I was as hard as Chinese algebra.
On the bed we got into every position imaginable. At one point, she was bent over the end of the bed as I drove into her from behind, she wanted to go to the toilet. Not wanting to stop (man, I was driven that night), without missing a beat, I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom where I sat her on the toilet and instructed her to pee while I was still sliding in and out of her. She tried her best was laughing too much at the craziness of the whole thing.
I elected not to come that night because I wanted to stay hard. I was keen to do something I'd not done in a while, go to sleep while sill inside this girl. We got into the spoon position, I slid in and soon we both nodded off. I woke up a few times that night for some nocturnal nookie, each time locking myself back inside her before sleeping. She quite welcomed the intrusions (so to speak).
Day Three
We continued our play in the morning and I experienced a powerful orgasm. Knowing that I was spilling my seed within her made it all the more exciting. I stayed in her for quite some time afterward.
Eventually, all good things must come to an end and we cleaned up and got dressed. I folded 2500THB and slipped into her purse. She was more than worth the extra five hundred.
She looked simply delightful in that sun dress as I walked her to the road where she caught the truck-taxi to Jomtien beach. I was a bit a disappointed that she didn't look back as the vehicle pulled away.
Doc Duei was tied up that day, so I was on my own. I explored the new mega-mall on Beach Road. The damn thing rivals the modern malls in Bangkok! I was quite pleased to discover that it has a high-end movie theater. I called Biw and arranged a date with her. We had some difficulty arranging a rendezvous as she had not visited the new mall. We arranged to meet at the Super C.
I must have walked right past her because I heard her call out to me from behind. I almost didn't recognize her. Instead of the “normal” street clothes she used to wear, she was now done up in what could best be described as classy hip-hop attire. Her black hair was now blond and damaged and it was apparent she had extensions. She still had that same lopsided smile I so adored, though, and a fit and trim body to go with it. I gave her a big hug and a kiss and we rode her bike to the new mall.
I learned that her old bike was back home and this new bike was the gift of an Australian. She had only recently come back from a holiday in her hometown where he accompanied her. Sounds like a nice guy, rich too, and possible stupid, but I'm not one to judge that.
We picked a Thai movie and I ordered a couch seat. The movie was a weird combination of comedy and tragedy with side plots that never seemed to go anywhere. We lounged on the sofa with my arm around her and enjoyed the film.
Afterward, we decided to go to Walking Street. I couldn't go on the back of her bike because she only had one helmet. The police are notoriously cracking down on crackable heads (I got hit with a 500THB fine last time). We agreed to meet at the Walking Street sign in twenty minutes.
I managed to get there a bit late, but figured Biw would need a few minutes to park her bike. Just then, my phone rang. “My Dear” was calling me from Bangkok. I had to answer but needed somewhere quiet to hear the phone. I dashed into a restaurant and called her back. Just then, the Elvis impersonator next door started up his routine. I tried to talk to “My Dear” while shaking a leg to “All shook up.” She wanted to know where I was (one of the islands on the way to Cambodia) and if I was alone (of course) and why I didn't answer earlier (I was swimming). I hated lying, but there was no way I was going to be honest. I hate myself sometimes.
Back under the sign, no sign of Biw. I sent her a text message and followed up with a call (no answer). After another twenty minutes, I assumed I'd been stood up. It was only 9:30 so I had plenty of time to find myself someone more deserving.
I visited a few bars without stopping for a drink. My mind kept wandering back to Da at Living Dolls. Eventually, my body wandered back there too and I took a seat against the wall. I didn't see Da though. With my terrible luck, some bloke was already in the process of nailing her ass to a filthy bed somewhere.
One of the dancers sat down beside me and started chatting. Very attractive, reasonably good English, nice shape and friendly. I toyed with the idea of taking a different girl from the same bar, but wasn't too keen on the idea. On the other hand, if Doc's former girl showed up, I was most certainly going to have a conversation with her.
After a few minutes, I noticed Da on the stage. I smiled and waved her over. She smiled back but then frowned as she pointed to the girl beside me. I laughed and waved her over more vigorously. She started over and I begged the pardon of the new girl, explaining that my sweetie was coming.
“You don't want lady?” Da asked gesturing to the other girl. I told her I wanted her and she bounded up on my lap. Mamasan came by a few minutes later and I bought her and Da a drink. I assured Mamasan that I found a great girl in Da.
When we'd finished our drink, Da was ready for another one. I told her I pay bar and we go dancing. She bounced up and went to get changed. Mamasan insisted that I have another drink while waiting for Da. I reluctantly agreed.
Da came out with another gorgeous sun dress and we went off to Tony's Disco. One of the attendants guided us to a table. She took us to the front of the crowd and seated us in the reserved section just a few feet from the stage. Awesome!
I only discovered the Tony's two years ago and found it quite fun on my first visit (I'm not the sort who ever goes dancing). What I like about the place is the whiteness. Most clubs do their best to be dark and paint everything black. Tony's is dark, but because everything inside is white, it has a glow about the place. Furthermore, you can see everyone. The other thing I like is that the music is really good. They seem to always have a life show, either a band doing cover songs or a singer of some sort.
What I don't like about Tony's is the setup. First off, there's no place to dance. What the hell kinda disco is this, anyway? It's set up more like a cabaret with lots of tables and chairs. Secondly, the tables around the stage are raised up above those just beyond it. If you're sitting in a seat a few feet further back from the stage, your view is totally obstructed. In addition to these two things, the drinks are two to three times as expensive as in any other bar. On the other hand, there's no cover charge. That makes Tony's a good place to go after you've had your fill, but not a good place to dance.
The band was terrific. They performed plenty of cover songs and the lead singer made it a point to engage the audience. “I see we have some people from Turkey here tonight!” The Turks go bandannas at this, screaming and waving glasses of liquor. Da and I each had a drink and enjoyed the show. When we finished, we headed back to the hotel.
It was another fabulous night with Da. I learned that she was twenty five and had two children (you'd never have guessed with that flawless body of hers). She had been in Pattaya for only a month. I figured out that I was like the seventh Farang she had been with. Sheesh, is Pattaya that quiet?
The next morning, it was time to say goodbye to Da and Pattaya. Adventure in Cambodia awaited me!