smelly fingers

On Thursday night my American buddy called me and said he wanted to go back to Sapphan Kwai and explore the other bars. (I may have had a long night on Wednesday but he was there for only about an hour).

I agreed, and so it was into a taxi and back to the SK go go bars. It was raining steadily; we arrived just before 10 p.m. and got out of the taxi in front of For You — the go go bar we had visited last night. We wanted to go someplace different, so we ended up doing the peek-in-the door move that we had practiced on Wednesday night, moving the opposite way down the street.

In each go go we looked in, there were one or two dancers onstage, and it looked empty. We passed on every go go until we reached the end of the block and my friend pointed to a large and well lit club a few meters down the side soi and said that he’d been there before and it was pretty good. The name on the sign was written in both Thai and English and it was called Sic VDO Club.

It’s a good thing he’d been there before because it looked like all the other places we’d just skipped, only bigger. It was massive… probably 50 diner-style booths and one central stage. It was probably the biggest go go bar I’ve ever seen.

But there were two girls dancing in a desultory fashion on stage, and perhaps two dozen girls seated languidly near the doorway. My friend, remembering the bar from an earlier visit, trooped in resolutely.

We got a seat near the stage and settled in. We pretty much had the place to ourselves. There may have been other customers there, but if there were I didn’t see them. I had plenty of time to look at the place, and I can say that it was old, grimy and in a certain state of disrepair. This can be said of most go go bars, but it was even truer at Sic VDO Club.

My buddy scolded me for saying that the girls who were dancing when we came in were fat so I won’t repeat that here.

Let’s say they were chunky.

Indeed, I’m being unkind. The girls were healthy. The problem is with me — I like the anorexic 42 kilo look, and the girls onstage were probably closer to 55 kilos. We’re not talking whales here, just not slender.

That soon changed. The norm was three girls dancing onstage, with one girl changing at the end of each song, so it’s a slow girl-by-girl rotation on the stage. As if I’d called ahead and ordered, within twenty minutes the three girls onstage were of the 40 kilo variety and I was happy.

The male service guy offered to bring girls over for us. My buddy seemed to be in the mood for a girl, but I already knew he wasn’t going to barfine a girl. He’d been between Tu’s legs until 4 a.m., and then he took an ‘old friend’ back to his room and bounced her around on the mattress all afternoon before coming to meet me at my place. He told me before we went out that he was drained.

The server showed up a few minutes later with a tall plain girl, but my friend shook him off and said that he would choose a girl himself when he saw one he liked.

By the way, in this bar we didn’t encounter anyone who spoke English. There was one guy who they brought over when communication got sticky a couple of times — their English language specialist I suppose — but he wasn’t actually able to construct a sentence. He just knew a few words. My friend, who knows only a bit of Thai, was undaunted. He simply spoke in English to everyone and we managed.

Our original plan was to explore the bars, so I thought we’d be moving on. Each time we emptied a bottle of beer I asked if we should order another or if we would be staying. Each time he said that he was having a good time and that the girls were pretty. We stayed for over two hours, which was about one and a half rotations of the dancers.

I didn’t think the crew was as good as the ones from the night before, but they were about the same as any average go go bar. There were no truly fat chicks. There was one lady who looked to be on the wrong side of thirty. And there was one ’superstar’… at least she thought she was. She had it all happening — good body, hair bleached red, pretty face. She was wearing false eyelashes and her body was nicely packed into her bikini. When she wasn’t dancing she wore a sports bra, a tiny white miniskirt and a pink fashion belt. The girls all changed clothes in an area near our table so I saw each girl as she went on and came off the stage. Superstar took five times longer than any other girl to get ready. She brushed her hair going on and coming off; she put powder on her face and breasts and spread lotion on her legs, arms and stomach. She added lip gloss and made sure that her tits were arranged in her bra so they looked plump.

We managed to get through the entire time without calling a girl to sit with us.

When we arrived at 10 pm we had the place to ourselves and could have chosen any girl in the place. By 11:30 the place was getting busy and at midnight it was 85% full. Around 12:15 we called for the check. There were 4 large (660 ml) bottles on the table, and the bill was 440 baht.

We headed back into the drizzle and decided that since the bar we just left was now busy, maybe some of the lame bars we looked in earlier would be busy as well. Looking inside it just didn’t seem that way.

At one bar I suggested that we do more than just look in the door — after all the place is dark and you never know if you’re missing a gem. We walked all the way inside the bar, which appeared to be devoid of customers. It was a smallish bar and we got a decent look at every girl as we walked in. Before sitting down my friend said he hadn’t seen any attractive girls (I agreed) and he suggested we leave without sitting down. That’s exactly what we did.

It seemed like it was time to return to For You, where we had enjoyed ourselves on Wednesday night. We walked in and were greeted like long lost relatives. We were escorted to ‘our’ table from the night before, and my buddy’s girl (Tu) came over to say hello and sit with us.

My girl from the previous night wasn’t there, and neither was the girl who’d been sitting with the Thai guys. We ordered a drink and settled in.

Within moments I saw that a very tall and very slender girl was on the stage. I checked with my friend to make sure I wasn’t looking through beer goggles, and he confirmed that she was goddess-like. His girl Tu was the next dancer on the stage, so we now had a good lineup of girls that included Tu and my goddess.

I was trying to get the server’s attention so that I could order a drink for the goddess, but before I managed to do so the song ended and she left the stage. Not to worry, the bar’s not that big. But she headed away from me, towards the front of the bar. I lost sight of her behind a pillar.

I looked at my buddy and said I’d be right back. I went looking for her. When I reached the front of the bar there was a table with perhaps six girls but not the one I was looking for. I went out the front door and checked the street but she wasn’t there either. I retraced my steps, as though I were trying to find a mobile phone I’d dropped but she was nowhere to be found. Like Batman, she had simply slipped into the night.

I only had to wait until the end of the song for Tu to come off stage, and I described the girl and asked about her. Tu told me that her name is Gae, and we called the papasan over and asked if he could find her and bring her over. He went in search of Gae.

He came back a few minutes later to say vaguely that she was unavailable. I queried Tu, but she was a bit vague as well. I never did figure out if she was with a customer, gone home or just a figment of my imagination.

We stayed only long enough to finish one drink, then we said goodnight to all our friends and went back into the night.

My buddy had a camera with him, and took some photos of the front of the go go bars. He said he’d email them to me, so when he does I can post them to give you an idea what the places look like from the outside.

After snapping the photos, we grabbed a cab back home.

Honestly, I was pretty horny. Around 1:45 a.m. I grabbed a cab and went to Nana Plaza. I hadn’t eaten dinner, so I grabbed a hamburger from the cart and a heineken from a beer lady and started circulating.

The Golden Bar has erected a metal barrier around the bar, so my days of sitting on the step and watching the crowd are over. I munched my burger, drank a couple bottles of beer and tried to steer clear of the ladyboys. I did take a seat on the plaza side of the street for a while. I bought beers for two freelancers and talked to them. There were four of us on the stoop, with a Japanese guy sitting on the other side of the girls.

Eventually the girls realized I wasn’t gonna pay for anything more than the beer, so they left to go to Spicy, and after hours dance club. I ended up chatting to the Japanese guy. We spoke in Thai at first, then switched to English. His skill was about the same in both languages so it was hard to figure out which was best for conversation. It was a bit odd, me and the Japanese guy speaking Thai together.

At one point a stunningly beautiful girl walked up and tried to make nice with him. She chatted him up for five minutes or more, with the beer lady offering encouragement. The beer lady knew the girl well. I suggested that if my Japanese friend wasn’t interested I’d be happy to make a donation towards her monthly mortgage payment, but the beer lady told me she only goes with Japanese men.

Finally the stunner gave up and left. A few minutes later she drove by in her car and tooted the horn, waved and tried to encourage the Jap guy one last time but he wasn’t tempted. I’d have been in the car in a New York minute. Actually, I wouldn’t have let her walk away from where we were sitting without me if I could have attracted her interest.

Finally I spotted a couple of cute girls across the street. I walked over and said hello. It turned out to be a group of three. Two of them were sisters. The younger one was very very cute, and appeared to have had a boob job. I started chatting with them and ended up buying them each a drink.

My problem was that when I walked across the street I was aiming for the younger sister (who looked to be about 18 ) when I approached, but the older one (who looked about 23) was attractive as well, and seemed somewhat more interesting. I don’t mean that she could talk about world politics; she just seemed to have an undefined sexuality about her. I was torn trying to figure out what to do. I even thought about asking them to both come with me.

Nearby there was a tiny girl; I’ve seen her every time I’ve been to Nana Parking lot. She’s tiny and cute, and I’ve talked to her before but never taken her home. She obviously sensed that I was horny but undecided because she joined the group by putting her arm around me, hugging me and taking part in the conversation.

I tried to keep my focus on the sisters, but I just couldn’t decide what I wanted to do. Meanwhile I had the little slut working me pretty hard. It went on like this for about 15 minutes.

The sisters finally decided they’d invested enough time in me and it was time to piss or get off the pot. They declared that they wanted to go to Boss Club, and asked me to take them.

Okay, game over. I didn’t want to go dancing, I wanted to go home and fuck, so I said that I didn’t want to go to Boss, and wished them a good night. They wandered a few steps away and I took my slut to a taxi.

Her sister was with us, because her apartment was close to mine. Sis was in the front seat and my slut in the back with me. As soon as I’d closed the door of the taxi she spread her legs, grabbed my hand and pressed it on her pussy, then she started stroking my cock through my trousers. I was going commando last night so she was rewarded with a giant chubby.

I slipped my finger inside her panties and started massaging. She became moist almost instantly, and within a minute or two the entire car smelled like vagina juice. She was easily aroused.

I fingered her all the way to my apartment, we went inside. She had a lightning fast shower while I got my clothes off. She came out of the bathroom and we were in a tangle on my bed in seconds. I gave it to her once in standard missionary position and was thinking that I could easily fuck her three or four times. She went to the toilet, washed up quickly and then grabbed her clothes and started to get dressed.

I was incredulous. That’s it? I asked. Yep, she said. She was going home.

I didn’t argue. I grabbed 500 baht and handed it to her. She looked askance and said she wanted another thousand. I told her that for the other thousand she needed to get back in bed and spread her legs for me two more times. She actually chuckled and said she really wanted to go home, stuck the 500 baht note in her bag and gave me a goodnight peck on the cheek.

I definitely wanted more, but the one fuck i got was pretty good quality, so it was 500 baht well spent.

By now it was after 4 a.m., so I crawled into bed and was out like a light.

As I’ve been writing this blog, in my mind I keep seeing the face of the younger sister who went to Boss club. I’m thinking now that she was probably the right choice.

If I ever see her again….