Back to Bangkok and straight to Patpong

Man!  I’ve had a long two weeks out of town.  I popped back into Bangkok last weekend but I had to work, so the only going out that I did was the Big Mango 888 party which was the least exciting of all the Big Mango events I’ve ever been to.  It just didn’t have the same atmospere that they used to generate in the old place when they had a staff of girls that they dressed up on party nights.  The staff girls always got into the party atmosphere, but last week’s event basically just felt like a busy Friday night at the Mango rather than a special party.

Every day I worked while I was out of town was a long one, and I didn’t do anything at night except relax in my room. 

When I go out of town for work the client pays for transport, accomodation and food.  For the past two weeks I was treated to fantastic Thai food three meals a day, and I over-indulged.  Each day I would promise myself that I would eat minimal amounts, but every time I got to the food it was delicious and free and I kept piling up the plates.  I can feel it in my waistline.  Terrible!

Girls.  Hmmmm… I hadn’t really been with girls — the kind that are likely to have sex with me anyway — for about three weeks, so I was keen to get out.  Last week, after I left the Big Mango party I checked out the inventory at Nana Hotel parking lot.  Nothing interested me, so I was heading for a taxi when a chubby girl with a pumkin-head approached me.  She chatted with me for a minute, then asked me where I lived, and when I told her, she said she lived nearby and asked if she could share a cab.

Okay.

By the time we got to my building, of course, we agreed that she’d come inside.

But inside things were a bit unusual.  She asked me for a tee shirt, which girls sometimes do, so I gave her one.  Then I tried to help her undress for her shower but she seemed reluctant.  I finally asked her what she wanted to do.  She told me that she just wanted to sleep, so I agreed and that’s what we did.  She actually just pulled the tee shirt on over her clothes and we turned out the light and slept.

In the morning I had to go to work.  We walked out to the main road together, then said our good byes.  She didn’t ask for any cash and I didn’t offer.  We didn’t have sex and I doubt I’ll ever see her again.  Odd.

So, really, it’s been three weeks or more since I’d really been out for a big night.

Last night I arrived back in Bangkok around 8 p.m.  Getting from the bus station to my home should have been fairly easy but it was a rainy Friday night and I had about 30 kilos in two medium-sized bags.  I took the BTS from Onnut to Asok, then grabbed a cab.  It took more than half an hour to go the three kilometers or so to my home.  The meter displays the number of minutes that you sped standing still, and mine displayed the number 17.  Ouch.  After a long week of work and a bus ride I really wanted to get home and shower but the weather and the traffic disagreed.

I’d spent part of the busride home talking to friends to see what was up.

The Dude was at Silom drinking at Molly Malones.  He’d been there for more than four hours already and he was with a large group of people. 

Kenny was just heading out the door with a friend of his — Jerry – to hit Patpong.  That sounded like the right idea, so we made arrangements to meet there.

I showered, changed and got on the train.  I found them in Club Electric Blue, but just as I arrived one of the service girls showed up with a lady drink that Jerry said he hadn’t ordered.  I heard the girl’s explanation and I think she legitimately misunderstood, but Jerry wasn’t interested so they called for the check bin about 30 seconds after I sat down.

Well, I wasn’t gonna order a drink, but the service girl was pestering me and I was getting grumpy.  Long week, long day, long bus ride, long taxi ride… what can I say.  I wasn’t saying much to her but I was complaining to Kenny.  He suggested we change bars quickly so I could get a beer and relax.

We went to one of the King’s bars.  I dunno which one; the girls were dancing in white bikinis.  No yaa baa users in the joint… mostly chubby girls.  We finally spotted a gaggle of three tall willowy girls but we made no move to recruit them to the cause.  Instead we paid our bill and moved on.

The music in the King’s bar had been heavily mixed dance music which was okay, but I wanted something a little different.  I suggested Kiss, which plays Rock & Roll, and the boys agreed.

As we walked in, the dancer on the stage closest to the door recognized me and gave me a wry smile.  I waved back, and when she’d finished her set she joined us.  I hadn’t seen her in about five months, and the last time I had seen her we had parted a little unhappily, so it was good to see her smiling and remembering me.

I remembered her very well.  I’d barfined her once and taken her dancing, but we have never gotten naked together.  I’d love to take her home and spread her legs one night, but it’s never been the right time.  As I mentioned, the last time I’d seen her we’d had a small argument.

But last night she looked really good.  She’s a very tall girl, and in the past she’d always been slightly overweight, but it was clear she’d lost several kilos.  I mentioned to her that she’d lost a lot of weight and asked if she’d been sick.  Yes, she said, she’d been in the hospital for a month with stomach problems and had dropped five kilos.  I commiserated, but honestly, she looked great with the flatter tummy and more slender thighs.

When she went dancing on her next set we decided to move on.  As we headed for the door she called me over to the stage, crouched down and talked to me.  She asked where I was going and I told her that I was bar-crawling with my friends.  She wanted me to barfine her and take her out.  I told her it wasn’t a good night, but that I’d come back.  She got me to commit to return soon, and sealed it with a ‘pinky promise’.  She kissed me a couple of times just to see if she could get me to take her tonight, but I was really set on moving on.  Finally, as I was saying that my buddies were waiting and that I had to go, she looked at me and said, “I’ve been in the hospital and haven’t worked for a month.  I REALLY need the money.” 

Honesty’s good, and it works on me.  I told her that it was Saturday night, and I could see had another customer interested.  I promised to come back on Monday or Tuesday when it’s slow and barfine her.  She agreed.

The boys were waiting out front for me when I’d gotten my final kiss and a wave goodbye.  We had already agreed on the next stop before we lef the go go.  We were going to Star of Light.  Neither Kenny nor Jerry had ever been there.

Kenny just wanted to get a look at the place, so after taking a peek, he went outside to use the mobile phone or something.

Jerry sat at the bar and had a beer.  I poked my head outside, looked at a chubby but pleasant faced girl and asked her if she’d like to suck my cock.  She lept up enthusiasticlly.  You gotta love Bangkok.

I went in and dropped trou while sweet lips hit her knees.  Jerry chatted with me a little bit, explaining that he wasn’t interested in any service.  While my girl was busy treating my cock like a strawberry popsicle, a girl was busy rubbing his cock and getting him hard.  He playfully asked her what she was doing, and I replied “she doing marketing”.

And it worked.  A minute later Jerry moved to the other bench, having opted for a two-girl session at the discounted rate of 1,200 baht.

Meanwhile, sweet lips was performing magic between my legs.  She started off strong and never missed a beat.  She was talented, and I kept her performing for about twenty minutes.

Apparently Jerry and I were on synchronized orgasm because we both stood up at the same time to fasten our trousers.

With Kenny waiting outside we didn’t linger… just paid our bill and left.  On the way out Jerry looked at me and said, “Eight years of coming to Bangkok and I finally made it to Star of Light”.  He was smiling.

There had been a little phone and SMS action earlier and so the Dude had finished at Molly Malones and was waiting for us at Safari go go bar with two friends.  Me, Jerry and Kenny walked down to meet the Dude and his mates.

They were sitting at the stage just inside the door.  We made the introductions and that’s when I realized that the Dudes second friend was a white girl.  She turned out to be from England, and she was 30-ish and attractive.

As soon as beers were on the table and we were settled I noticed that the girl dancing on the back stage looked like the waif-ish spinner type that I like so much.  I decided to address myself to the pommy girl.  “Do you like tiny, anorexically thin girls?” I asked, thinking that I would point out the dancing waif and mention how sexy I found her.

Pommy girl surprised me by answering that she liked girls that looked like boys.

Hmmmm.

About ten minutes later I simply asked her directly about her sexuality. 

Bi sexual, she answered.  She only recently broke up with her girlfriend.  They had lived together for nearly two years.

Interesting.

Somewhere along the line I had been my usual indiscreet prat-ish self.  With the music blaring I was shouting at the top of my lungs to the Dude that the reason we had kept him and his friends waiting was because we had been at Star of Light.  And so it was that I screamed across the bar just as the music stopped, “… so I had a fantastic blow job just about ten minutes ago.”

Of course pommy girl heard it.  Everyone in the bar heard it.  Shit, people in Sukhumvit probably heard.

I glanced shame-facedly at pommy girl and said sorry.  She laughed and said that she wasn’t a prude or a virgin, and that she not only had heard of blow jobs but that she’d given them.  It lightened an otherwise awkward moment.

She was definitely an interesting girl, but as time passed she and the Dude’s other friend slid closer and closer together and started cuddling and nibbling.

The other members of our party started disappearing, and somewhere around 12:30 I found myself alone with the two love-birds.  I decided it was time to exit.

Stepping out into the night I was unsure what to do or where to go.  Then I remembered the dancer at Kiss Bar.  Now would be the perfect time to barfine her.  So I went back to Kiss.  She was there.  She was in street clothes.  She’d already been barfined.  She looked at me, a little embarrassed and shrugged her shoulders. 

No problem.  I’d told her to grab the other guy and that I’d be back early in the week.  You never lose your girl in Bangkok, only your place in line.

I drifted to another go go — Thigh Bar I think — but I was rapidly losing interest in proceedings.  Around 1:15 I grabbed a cab to Asok.

I didn’t go to Soi Cowboy, but to the little outdoor street bars outside the MRT station.  I chose the particular cart deliberately because the bartender was adorably cute.  I bought a drink for me, her and the waitress. 

The beatiful bartender didn’t speak any English but the waitress did.  We spoke mostly in Thai, but the waitress would translate English if I ran out of vocabulary.  It turned out that this mobile bar had only opened up theis week, and the bartender had only been working since Tuesday.

I offered to take her to my place.  She declined, saying that she was just doing the job to help her friend who owned the cart.  She pointed out a Thai guy.  Maybe her boyfriend.

The waitress said that the girl was new.  She suggested that I should come several days in a row and maybe the bartender would change her mind.  Good relationship building advice?  More likely an effort to build sales and secure her income.  Anyway, she was cute, but not worth that much effort.

Around this time I developed a terrible case of hiccups.  I couldn’t stop them, and they were strong enough that I was uncomfortable.  After ten minutes or so I decided to give up, and I wished the girls a good night and took a taxi home.

I slept in this morning, waking at ten o’clock.  I went to the Big Mango and had a Mango McMuffin.  They are ‘da Bomb!  Really tasty.  A definite improvement on the McDonald’s original.

I also had to work for a couple of hours, then I headed over to Coyote Restaurant on Sukhumvit for a mid-afternoon lunch.

They had a special item on the menu called Firehouse Chili Pie.  It was their normal chili topped with garlic mash and Monterey Jack cheese.  The menu said to imagine Mexican Shepheard’s Pie.  Another fantastic meal!

It was 2 for 1 happy hour so I ordered a frozen margarita and drank two.  While I was on my second an American guy asked to pay his bill.  The bartender reminded him that he had another margarita owing to him.  He said he thought he’d pass out if he drank another, paid up and left.

The bartender told me that the guy had paid for the premium brand of tequila — the 450 baht margaritas (compared to the 175 baht drinks I was enjoying).  She offered to make his abandoned margarita and give it to me.  Great offer.

I learned something.  I don’t like the taste of the good stuff as much. 

Well, stuffed with chili and margaritas, I decided to head home.

I’ve got a date tonight.  I’ve actually agreed to pay the barfine for my favorite go go dancer and take her to see the Mummy 3, after which she will come back to my place and we will make the beast with two backs.  She was very enthusiastic about seeing this particular movie.  I plan to meet her in about an hour.

Now it’s time for a shower.