The Handoff

This will be my final blog before turning the site management over to the Bangkok Bad Boy, who will keep you entertained and involved while I am away. There will be a notable difference in style, as 3B is possessed of a wit that I could only dream of. I spoke to him yesterday and he seems ready and rarin’ to go.

On Saturday evening I had no plans to be going out… my time will be spent packing and preparing for my trip, as well as probably spending a few moments in quiet contemplation. So I wanted to make sure Friday was a good night — something memorable to leave with you as I head out to the lonely wastelands of provincial Thailand.

There were several people here in Bangkok who seemed interested in getting together on Friday night and I managed to corral them all into one place — Mojos on Soi 33. There were five of us guys in the group, with the youngest being about 23 years old and the senior member of the group a shade over 60. Only two of us had been to Mojos before, it was the first time for everyone else.

We shot a little pool, then moved to the main part of the bar around 10 p.m. in anticipation of the coyote dancers hitting the stage.

They did so after ten thirty, wearing the same sexy nurse uniforms that they’d been sporting last Friday. Between the all-girl band and the coyote dancers, I think everyone in our group was having a good time. The beers were being delivered at a constant rate. The three guys who had never been to Mojos before commented very favorably on the bar.

The all-girl band at Mojos is led by a guitarist and singer who has a difficult-to-define sexiness that comes from her entire package. Her hair is permed into a bit of a frizz that hangs down well past her shoulders, she always has a bit of a 1960s hippy look, wearing gauzy dresses and boots. In the darkness, with the flashing lights, she seems to be pretty but I’ve always had a tough time telling her age. And there’s something about a girl with a great big guitar on a strap and a microphone hooked to her ear that makes her incredibly sexy. I’ve had a hard-on for this girl since the first time I laid eyes on her, but I’ve never spoken to her or done anything to communicate my interest to her.

One of the guys in my group — the youngest one, Stan — had the same reaction to her that I always do. He thought she was hot. He kept talking about meeting her, but didn’t seem to be doing anything to make it happen.

There’s one thing I have noticed consistently about Mojo’s, and that is that about half the crowd leaves every night at midnight when the band takes it’s second break. If you hang out until 12:30, you usually have a pretty good pick of girls.

Around 12:15 we were getting ready to leave; in fact we had already paid the bill. Stan was standing up and facing me with his back to the bar, and Benny had gone to 7-11 to buy some cigarettes. We planned to go as soon as he returned.

Just then, the tallest dancer, still dressed in her sexy nurse’s outfit appeared behind Stan. I called to him to “Turn around!” He did, and was overwhelmed by the sexy dancer who, in her 4 inch heeled boots, was taller than him. She introduced herself to the three of us sitting at the table (her name was On). No one was saying much, and it appeared that On was about to move along, so I offered to buy her a drink.

She grabbed a glass of wine and the next thing I knew she was cuddled up against me. I never asked her age, but I’d say that she was very early 20s. She did tell me that she was a uni student.

For the next hour and a half she bounced up to dance at intervals, but spent the rest of the time drinking glasses of wine and cuddling up very close to me. The girl was hot. Probably about 170 cm with her boots off, she was close to 180 with them on. She was slender with a hard, tight body. She spoke decent English, and was very very affectionate. My friend Stan was eying her enviously, but still had his eye on the sexy guitar player.

As the clock spun past midnight and into Saturday morning the band finished their final set and started to pack up. My friend Stan asked my dancer, On, to invite the guitar player to join us for a drink. Soon enough the guitar player was sitting with us, and introduced herself as Sangdow (which means ’starlight’). As I said before, I have admired Sangdow from a distance for a couple of months; seeing her up close I realized that her face was even more beautiful and youthful than I had previously believed. I was surprised when she said that she recognized me and had seen me in the bar many times before.

So here I was, with a sexy, hardbodied dancer on my lap, and the beautiful and sexy guitar player who I’d been admiring for many weeks sitting with Stan. Stan, for his part, seemed to be vaguely distracted. I believe he may have been trying to manage phone calls from his girlfriend while trying to simultaneously make time with Sangdow the guitar player.

He jumped up repeatedly, leaving her sitting by herself. I took these opportunities to chat with her a little bit, doing a reverse-Isaan Inquisition, even as I tenderly tickled the tummy and thighs of my dancer.

Before long Stan paid his check and left, undoubtedly in response to the numerous phone calls that he had been fielding for the past 30 minutes. This was Sangdow’s cue to take off as well. I was vaguely disappointed to lose her company, but I was heartened by the presence of On, my sexy dancer. She was now badly drunk from 4 or 5 glasses of wine, but at her request I bought her another.

It was near closing time. The music was off, the lights coming up, and it was crunch time with On. “Bai duay mai?” I asked her (do you want to go together?). Based on the previous two hours I was confident that she would say yes.

She was evasive… not saying yes but not saying no. She talked about me going outside, but I wasn’t clear if she meant that she’d meet me out front if I waited for her or if she was just wanting me to go home. The fact that she was drunk made it difficult to decipher her intentions exactly… she was wobbly.

Finally it became clear that she was NOT going to go with me. She escorted me to the front door still dressed in her sexy nurse outfit, and kissed me goodnight, saying she’d see me next time. This was unexpected and disappointing. I had already thrashed her several times in my imagination. I’d had my hands across most of her body and I knew exactly what I’d be missing. I was disappointed.

She told me that she would go home with me next time.

Sure.

I was reluctant to let her go, but then I started thinking about the fact that Sangdow was probably still around. I might yet be able to make a different fantasy come true tonight. I said goodnight to On and sent her to change clothes. Then I went back into the bar looking for Sangdow.

I took note during this time of all the other coyote dancers that were going home. I may have missed something, but in spite of all the drinks that had been purchased for them, I didn’t see any dancer go with any customer.

I looked around a bit for Sangdow, but I wasn’t drunk enough to persist for long. I soon gave up and walked out into the early morning hours.

I walked down to Soi Cowboy as the clock rolled past 2 a.m.

I reached Baccara, and though the exterior sign was dark, the music was blaring. I stepped inside and peered around. Seeing nothing of interest I wheeled around and headed back into the night.

I went to Tilac Bar next. It was crowded and cranking. I saw a few attractive girls. One in particular caught my attention, but she was dressed in street clothes and talking to a girl who clearly looked to be a lesbian Tom. I stepped past her to turn and get a look at her to figure out the scene, but in the blink of an eye she had disappeared. I waited a minute or two, then decided to move on.

As I stepped out of Tilac there were three girls sitting and eating at an outside table who called out a greeting to me. I stopped to say hello. They were eating large insects out of a plastic bag that had been purchased earlier from a nearby cart. The girl offered me one, and I think I surprised her by accepting and popping it into my mouth. She told me she’d give me another, but the bag was nearly empty. She said that if I gave her 20 baht she’d buy another bag.

I gave her the 20 baht and she called out to the pawkaa for another bag o’ bugs. He replied that they were all gone. She was kind enough to give me the last bug in her bag anyway, so I told her to keep the 20 baht.

We said a cheerful good night and I moved along.

I went into the Country Road Bar. As I stepped in, a chubby, but not unattractive girl grabbbed my hand and started dancing with me. We danced reasonably gracefully through two songs.

As I headed for a seat at a table, I heard my name. It was Sa, a girl that used to work at Country Road in 2005-6. She was one of the first bar girls I ever had sex with and we had, over time, become friends. When I moved to Thailand in late 2005 she was the person who helped me find and arrange my first apartment. I hadn’t seen her in a long time, and had lost her phone number when I lost my mobile phone. It was a pleasure to see her again, and she sat with me and bought me a drink. We chatted.

She has managed to get completely out of the bar industry. She now has a business exporting Thai silk to several European countries. It seems a little complex for her to have set up on her own, so I’m guessing that a generous European man set up the business for her. In any event, she seemed happy and a bit plumper.

Soon enough she was gone with her friends and I was alone again.

There was a girl sitting at the table next to mine. I was trying to decide whether she was really attractive or if it was simply beer and the approaching closing time that made her look good. After 45 seconds of contemplation I decided that it was worth the price of a drink to get a closer look. I asked the waitress to bring me another beer, and to give the girl any drink she wanted.

The waitress approached her, but just as she arrived, the girl got up and left the bar, never aware of the offer. It seemed that it was my night for near misses. Perhaps Werewolf’s last big night out in Bangkok was gonna turn into a lonely masturbation in a cold empty bed.

As it turned out, a plain-faced girl sat down beside me and smiled. It was late, and options were getting limited. We decided quickly that we’d go to Penny Black together for a drink and a game of pool. Once we were seated and waiting for a table to open, I realized that it was approaching 3 a.m. and I wasn’t in the mood for pool.

I told her that I didn’t feel like shooting pool and we decided to go back to my place together.

At home she went to the shower and called for me to join her. I did. When we went into the bed, we started fooling around. She was ticklish in a good way, and not shy. When the time came I reached for a condom and there was none. Shit… I’d used the last one already earlier in the week.

A quick discussion ensued. She didn’t have one either (it’s odd but Thai girls never seem to carry condoms with them… I think it’s just that they don’t want to pay for them, though there may be a different reason). Seven-eleven is three blocks away, so there was no way I was walking there and back at this time of night with the girl here.

In the end, we decided that oral services would be a decent compromise. We started grappling and over the course of an hour spent most of our time in a position normally denoted by two digits with mirror-like qualities. She used her mouth with good effect, and soon enough I came strongly into the back of her throat.

I have to confess that when I got close, I reached down, put my head behind the back of her neck and shoved my cock deep into her oral cavity. She took it well, not choking, gagging or cursing. I believe she, herself, may have come a couple of times along the way in response to my incredible skills. At one point I was playing with her bum-hole, but she protested. Fifteen minutes later my finger wandered there again, and instead of protesting, she shoved herself down onto my finger, eventually taking it deep inside. This change in her attitude over 15 minutes is one of the reasons why I think she orgasmed a couple of times; she definitely moved into high gear with an animal-like intensity.

When we were all done, there was a fair bit of washing up to do. My sheets were stained with drops of cum, and her breath smelled of jism. What a good time!

After a thorough shower, tooth brush and gargle, we crawled back into bed together. She never looked for a moment like she was thinking of going anywhere. By the time we went to sleep it must have been approaching 5 a.m.

I woke up at noon and got my tongue between her lips again. Soon enough she had my cock in her mouth and it was an instant replay of the first session. More stained sheets, more sperm breath. Another shower and gargle and back to sleep.

I suspect we might have done one more if her sister hadn’t called at around 2 p.m. Also, because I am leaving in the morning I arranged for the maid (maebaan) to come clean my room on Saturday. She knocked on the door at 2:15, saying she was here to service my room. I asked her to return in 15 minutes. Tui got dressed to go, then cuddled up against me and asked when she could see me again. I told her that I’d be gone from Bangkok for two months. “I know, you told me last night” she said.

Then I’ll see you in two months.

She admonished me not to forget her, and to call her when I returned. She even asked me to send her some SMS in the meantime, so I think she was pleased with our night of passion, in spite of it’s lack of actual penetrative intercourse. Oh well, maybe next time.

After she left I started doing laundry while the maebaan cleaned my room — I was going to have to work fast to wash, dry and pack everything I need for the trip.

I got a collection of SMS messages from the many friends who knew I would be leaving town in the morning. Most of them were offering a night on the town.

I knew I wasn’t up to it.

The one person I did speak to was the Dude. He was having a couple of quiet ones in Sukhumvit. I planned to go there to pick up some clothes to take on my trip, so I said I’d call him when I was headed that way. We had that discussion around 4:30, and I was expecting to go soon. Instead I fell asleep again, waking at around 7 p.m. feeling groggy and sore. I’d left three loads of clothes sitting untended in three washing machines in the building while I took my unplanned nap. I picked them up, and hung everything to dry.

I hopped in a taxi for Sukhumvit rather than the train because I was feeling lethargic. I called the Dude, but no answer.

I picked up my clothes from the shop on Sukhumvit Soi 4 and because I was in the neighborhood I walked over to get a look at the Big Mango. They now have the sign up in front of the bar. I looked inside the window and saw Mike’s girlfriend sitting alone on a barstool, then I saw Mike walking up from the back of the restaurant. I opened the door and called out, “Is the bar open?” thinking that he’d recognize my voice. He didn’t, and he couldn’t see me. He simply called back “Not yet.”

I walked in anyway, said hello, and we chatted for two or three minutes. Mike looked tired so I didn’t stay long and didn’t drink my previously-threatened bottle of Leo. Instead I walked back to Soi 4 to grab a cab home.

I’d been in the cab about three minutes when the Dude called me back. He was still out and apologized for not hearing the phone ring. Seems he just got a new one about a week ago and he rarely notices when people call him.

I came home and faced the daunting task of ironing, folding and packing my clothes, as well as getting my room ready for my long absence.

I don’t know how it reads, but the night was great fun. Mojos was a blast, and there was plenty of petting and cuddling with a hot dancer. The girl I ended up going home with was pretty average looking, and without a condom the sexual play was limited to oral, but she was uninhibited and fun. All in all, not a bad way to go out.

I hope all of you will enjoy the change in pace and writing style that the Bangkok Bad Boy will bring to the blog over the coming weeks. I’ll be reading when I can, but not posting again until mid-July.

Have fun and I’ll check in with you again when I get back!