Absolute Freelancer Fun

 

A week ago I got a flyer in my mailbox announcing the opening of a new bar on Soi 13 called the Sport Bar.  It promised low prices, pool table, big screen TV and delicious food.  Thinking that this sounded like the kind of place that my friend the Dude would like, I called him to tell him about it.  Today, we made plans to meet there in the afternoon.

My phone rang as I was walking there.  The Dude had arrived and was not impressed.  He said that the bar was in the new “Trendy” Condo, and it had little character, no Sports theme, and was filled with unattractive girls who — to use the Dude’s word — “swarmed” him.  So, sadly, the Sport Bar does not find a place on the Werewolf Recommended list.

The Dude suggested we re-convene on Soi 11 at Cheap Charlies. 

 

I haven’t been there in a while, but I like Charlie’s bar.  It’s an outdoor bar that has been described as looking like a pile of driftwood that’s washed up on shore.  It’s a Bangkok institution that’s been around for 25 years.  There is an old newspaper article from the International Herald Tribune (July 05) that is laminated and posted on the front of the bar, with a headline that says, Cheap Charlie’s Rules: stay inside the yellow line, no prostitution, and no number 2.

If you’ve been to Cheap Charlie’s before then you’ll understand the headline; if you haven’t then you need to go.  Again, Charlie’s is a Bangkok institution in the same way that Harry’s Cafe de Wheels is a Sydney institution.  A place that falls short of all expectations, and is so unique that it defies description.  A place you’d never imagine until you’ve seen it.

The dude and I took turns buying rounds of 60-baht Heinekens for a couple of hours.  I noticed from my vantage point that there were a surprising number of attractive girls going in and out of the Sabai Sabai Massage Shop just 30 meters away from Cheap Charlies.

Although the Sabai Sabai looked like a regular, legitimate massage place, there was just no way that this many beautiful girls were going in there to give foot massages.  When the Dude finally reached his limit (it was a work night for him), we said goodnight and I went to check out the apparent delights at Sabai Sabai.

There were a couple of girls I’d seen going inside that I thought were pretty great, but when the manager called the girls for a lineup, after considering the cuties I’d seen outside, I chose a tall slender Isaan girl who took my fancy, and paid for a 60 minutes oil massage.  

  

(My girl, Fon is in the back)

The girl’s name turned out to be Fon (Rain) and she was pleasant and talkative.  We chatted a lot as she gave me a massage, speaking 80% Thai and 20% English.  I found myself pleased with her.

After 30 minutes or so she asked me if I was interested in a ’special’.  I was given a choice of hand job (“special”) or blow job (“smoke”). The starting price for a blow job was 2,000 baht — an unconcionable sum.  After some negotiation we agreed on a price of 700 baht for a hand job or 1,000 for a blow job.  This seemed okay, so I asked for ’smoke’ (BJ).

Next thing I knew, she was about to open a condom. 

No, no, no.  Blow jobs are uncovered at 1,000 baht… after all, I can walk across the street to Lolitas and get a BBBJ for 700 baht.  She wasn’t buying it.  I could have a CBJ or a hand job.

I don’t argue with any girl who insists on a condom for anything.  I know the chances of anything bad happening from an uncovered BJ are infintesimal, but it’s her body and I respect her desire to take care of it.  I told her ‘thanks, but no thanks’.

She got a little angy… I know because her massage improved as she pressed harder.  We actually discussed it and she laughed.  We finished the massage, and I gave her a 300 baht tip just for being a good sport.

When we were done with the massage (and massage only), I walked around Soi 11 a bit because there were some things I wanted to see.  When I walked back up towards Sukhumvit Road, Fon was at a street vendor buying some fruit.  I said hello and she stiffened a bit.  I said to her in Thai that I hadn’t asked her to do anything she didn’t want to do, and I had tipped her, so I thought she should relax. 

She did; she relaxed, she laughed and gave me a hug.

I went on my way, but now I was a bit horny.  As part of the sales job Fon had fondled my genitals a bit, and now I was thinking about getting laid.

I called my fuck-buddy Song whom I haven’t seen in months, but couldn’t reach her.

I thought about going to Nana Plaza, but decided to have a look at Soi 7/1.

I walked up and down the Soi and finally decided on The Magic Table.  It was only my second visit, but it was much like the first, with energetic dancing, decent looking girls, and a generally good feel about it.  I know a lot of people don’t have anything good to say about this place, but I liked it.

I’d been there about 5 minutes when a girl dancing smiled at me.  I smiled back.  She said hello.  She motioned and asked if she could sit with me.  I said yes.

She must be accustomed to getting knocked back, because she didn’t seem to notice that I’d agreed, and simply went back to dancing.  I finished my beer and, being a bit bored sittting alone, went back on the street.

I had my sights set on Nana Plaza, but as I passed the Absolute 7 Bar I could hear the live band playing, and the sign said they had pool tables so I decided to go inside.  I’d never been to this bar before, but I liked it immediately.  It was fairly full for a Wednesday, the band was onstage playing 80’s pop music, and there was a pool table downstairs and two more upstairs.

I found a seat at a table and ordered a Heineken (95 baht).  The music was a little cheesy, but the singers were decent and I find that I don’t mind cheesy music so much if it’s played live and I know all the words.  I nursed my beer, tapped my foot, sang along and looked around.

There were two things — or I should say two people — who caught my attention, and both of them were female. 

The first was sitting directly in front of me.  Sam Spade or Humphrey Bogart would have described her as ‘a long cool drink of water’.  She was tall and thin, wearing short pants with the kind of legs normally only seen on catwalk models. 

 

She looked fantastic!  The problem was that she was with a couple — a farang guy and a Thai girl — and I wasn’t sure if she was a freelance working girl, or just tagging along.  Becuase it was Soi 7/1 I was betting that she was a working girl, but I didn’t want to intrude on the private party they were having, so I decided to hang back and see what developed.

The other reason for my caution and patience was a girl who was clearly a freelancer behind me and to my left, who was working on a potential customer.  She had a funky look, with cammo pants, styled hair and her hat on backwards.  She was laughing, dancing a bit, and every time I looked her way she made eye contact with a hungry look.

Well, before I’d finished my second beer, her potential customer paid his bill and left the bar.  He hadn’t cleared the doorway before the freelancer was at my side.  I bought her a coke, we made some quick introductions, established that she was working and that I was interested, and we were out the door together inside of ten minutes.

It turned out that this girl’s name was also Fon, the same as the massage girl back at Sabai Sabai.  It appeared to be a rainy night in Bangkok.  Her story was that she lives outside of Bangkok (she told me which province, but I didn’t recognize the name; there are 76 of them and I have trouble remembering them all).  She said that she’s 26 years old, goes to school, and has been in Bangkok for a month, and returning home tomorrow. 

When I asked why she came to Bangkok for a month she looked at me frankly and asked, “What do you think?”  Okay, so it was a stupid question.

Anyway, we got to my room and went through all the standard preliminaries.  One thing that surprised me was that, in the bar and the taxi, I hadn’t realized how tall she was.  We got to my room and, with her heels on she wasn’t much smaller than me, and when they came off, she didn’t disappear from view.  I asked her about her height and she said she was 169 cm — just one cm shorter than my Isaan Princess from Monday night. 

Given that I’d chosen the tallest girl in the lineup at Sabai Sabai, that Monday night’s Isaan Princess was 170 cm,  and that I was staring at the catwalk model wannabe in Absolute 7, I’m wondering if I’m currently having a fetish for tall girls.  If so, it’s unconcious.

We took separate showers, but when I joined her in the bed she wasn’t at all shy about getting the towel off.  We kissed and I played with her body, and she made a lot of growling, hungry noises.  As I played some more she started pleading, “please, please, please….”

Please what?  I don’t know, she didn’t say.  It all struck me as a bit of bad acting, but as the night wore on I wasn’t as sure.  We finally got around to the belly rubbing, and she was fun.  Noisy, active, energetic.  Ten or fifteen minutes into the action I started playing with her bum-hole, and almost without thinking, I slipped my right thumb inside.  She didn’t seem to mind, and in fact, seemed to like it.

We continued like that for a while, and then I decided to she if she would be willing to take it up the bum if it wasn’t my finger.  I moved her into position so she knew what was coming and she just said “slowly”, so I entered her.  I think that she’s not used to being sodomized because her reaction was one of pain.  I was thinking that I probably should just go back to standard pussy-fucking when it all became academic because I shot my load.

We relaxed on the bed for a while and chatted.  She was entertaining and funny, and after a reasonable recovery time I was back between her legs — this time I stayed away from her bum.  At the end of the second session she showered, but didn’t get dressed to go.  She laid back in bed with me, and we cuddled like teenagers.  I let my fingers run over her body and she said that I should stop or she’d get horny again.  I laughed, putting it down to standard hooker talk, but I reached down to finger her pussy and she was wet again!

I slid my fingers inside her, and in short order she was trying to change out my fingers for my cock.  The problem was that, at my age, I needed a longer recovery time (and I wasn’t using any little blue pills).  We went back to the finger fucking, which I did with enthusiasm until she shuddered with satisfaction.  I began thinking that maybe all the dirty talk and moaning before hadn’t been just acting for my benefit, but even now I’m not sure.  She’s definitely a girl who wants to please.

We cuddled and talked some more.  She asked if she could have my phone number… that she’d call me when she was coming back to Bangkok, and next time she’d be happy to stay with me long time.  Then she smiled and said, “Next time you can take Viagra if you want, I want you to fuck me all night long.”  My my my.

Finally she showered and then started to get dressed.  She put on her bra and shirt, and I realised that Mr. Happy seemed to be ready for a bit more action.  I stood up, approached her from behind, bent her over, and pushed into her.  Again, this is a girl who’s eager to please, and she was happy to be fucked again.

I realized now just how tall she is.  With most Thai girls I take standing up, I have to crouch uncomfortably to get low enough to ram their pussy.  With Fon I was standing upright and it was quite comfortable.  I didn’t have it in me to come a third time, so when I’d had a bit of fun, I pulled out and laid on the bed.

She laughed, said that I couldn’t get her horny and send her away, climbed on top of my cock and started a furious cowgirl that she kept up until I came again.  Laughing and exhausted, we kissed and cuddled a bit more before she took one last shower, got dressed and left.

Any regrets I may have felt about not getting to know the girl with the legs were left far behind.  Fon was fun, enthusiastic and talented.  I’d do her again and again.  I picked her up around 10 pm, and she left my room around 1 am.  The three hours in between were action packed and lots of fun.

I hope she calls when she’s back in town.