The Doll Shop on Go-Go Street - Part 2

Several hours later Gop farewelled her satisfied customer, explaining she wouldn’t be in the bar for a few days, her mother was sick. The truth was one of her “fiances” was in town, a particularly generous one, and she preferred that he not see her with another customer. It wouldn’t really matter, they were all replaceable, it was just that a previous one had made an embarrassing scene; crying and yelling at her until Bob, her boss, had come over and grasped his wrist. It hadn’t looked like much but the angry man had gone white with pain and allowed himself to be lead to the door where the stocky Afro-American bar owner had whispered in his ear, causing him to stumble off down the street and never come back.

She walked into the darkened bar and immediately saw three regular patrons there… Bill, her favorite because he was rich, beckoned her over and indicated she should sit with the other four girls and join them in a drink. She noted Nop alone at the bar, it wasn’t fair that Bill bought for all the girls and not him she thought, but if he approached the table Bill would cry, “Piss off you fucking poofter” in his grating Australian accent.

Gop often helped the katoey out with money, as did the other girls, and when he had a wealthy customer he would repay them by coming back to the bar laden with containers of every type of food and they would have a feast to celebrate his success.

The other two customers were smarter in some of the ways of Thailand than Bill. Jack, the Englishman, who she never really trusted because of  his probing, often embarrassing, questions was rumored to be writing a book on the Bangkok bar scene and the other was a young American, Ritchie, who was a different type again.

Sometimes wealthy, he would come in waving money around and leave with two or three girls at a time. Other times he would be broke and come in booking up drinks, usually Thai whiskey, and trying to talk the girls into meeting him after the bar closed to avoid paying the barfine. Bob was aware of this but tolerated the behavior, having warned the girls of the consequences if they accepted.

Gop knew Richie did something with computers, he called it 'website design', which she had never heard off. She knew that something unusual drove him to the bars…  she suspected he despised himself, he often cried after sex and she thought that if he didn’t find the right girl one day he would hang himself or leap from a hotel balcony to the streets below.

Nop watched the group with amusement untouched by envy, he had known Bill wouldn’t include him in the party and cared not at all. He knew all about men like Bill, saw the way the older man’s eyes would flick to him then slide away. If he didn’t get Bill one day then some other katoey would, it was as certain as death and rebirth. He was the same as many others who spent so much time in the bars, they got jaded and started looking for something new.

Meanwhile Jack was teasing Gop about her barfine.

“How was it Gop? Did you claw his back and beg for the banana?”

Gop understood a little and realised she was being got at by the way the others laughed.

“Only talking little bit,” she said, “he old man, cannot boom boom.”

“Ha!” Jack scoffed, “that old guy had more Viagra on him than a drug store, he took a packet out of his pocket when he paid his check bin. He’d have had you screaming for mercy…..or more… that’s more likely,” causing the other two men to roar with laughter and the bar girls to shriek with glee, fully aware that a customer's jokes always had to be hilarious.

Gop sniffed and ignored him as Ritchie leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“Meet me down the end of the Soi when the bar closes darling, we’ll go for a bowl of soup then back to my place okay? I’ll give you five hundred, it’ll still be a good day for you with what the old geezer gave you.”

Gop shook her head, “Can not do. Bob tell me I no get barfine from customer he finit me and tell all other farang bar owner I bad girl.”

Jack was working on Malee, the new girl. She had moved closer to him to get away from Bill who had been rubbing her leg, trying to sneak his hand up her dress.

"Where you from sweetie?” he asked, “Isaan? Same same Gop and Tim? No money home eh? Buffalo sick?” Using the well worn farang joke about hard times in the provinces.

Malee was a lithe beautiful girl, her skimpy dress showing off her slim body to perfection. She hadn’t started dancing yet; Noi, Bob’s wife, had told her just to mingle with the customers or stand by the door to greet new arrivals; to get the feel of the place and learn what was expected. Normally out going and confident she was still stunned by what she saw. She had excelled at English at the village school but made little sense of what the customers said to her, an Irishman the previous day sounding as alien as the strangest of the Hills Tribe dialects she sometimes heard at home.

“I come from Chiang Khan near Loei,” she said haltingly, “My mother, father have boat on Nam Kong, buy sell, in Lao and up river to Burma. Now no water and too many police sai want tax, bribe to trade. I must help my family, make the good life for them and myself.”

Jack was delighted, the girl was as fresh as an unpicked flower, could even be a virgin. Not likely though, the village girls started messing around with the boys at a fairly young age, but she’d still be totally inexperienced in the type of sex she was going to get working bar.

He’d watch this one closely, maybe make her a case study for his book, watch her get broken and cast aside a few times, harden up and find out what bar life was all about. She was perfect. He felt a tug of physical attraction to her himself which was unusual, he normally enjoyed rough kinky sex with older girls like Daeng. When she had a skin full of ya ba that was one crazy chick.

Seemingly reading his thoughts Daeng reached over and punched him on the shoulder.

“Hey lover boy, what you do, speak to the new girl, she know nothing, no good for the bed like me,” she leaned forward letting her breasts almost fall from the skimpy bikini top that was all she had on above the waist. She pulled one side down exposing a large erect nipple.

“No have tits like this, no good for boom boom like me.”

Ritchie lost interest in Gop, no matter how often he saw it happen the bargirls brazenly exposing their bodies in public always left him slightly stunned.

Daeng saw his gaze and pulled the top right down.

“Come and see me when you have money Ritchie,” she jeered, “how come they call you Ritch when you poor?” She shrieked with laughter at her own wit and adjusted the bikini top.

She sprang to her feet and pranced towards the small stage.

“I go dance,” she farewelled them.

Bill shook his head in admiration.

“Jeez, she’d turn a bloke inside out like a rubber glove that one,” he said crudely, watching the girls get up to take their turn on the small stage.

“Where’s the other new girl?” he asked Noi as she walked over, “She get a bar fine already?”

“Kim go super market for me,” the older woman said, “need more condom, if the customer no have then girls not use, already two abortion this month.”

Bill was still watching the stage where Daeng and Nok, the other bar extrovert, were simulating sex with each other to the music.

“I wouldn’t mind both of them in the sack at once,” he said to Ritchie, “or do you reckon it’s all for show?”

“Not much chance of  me finding out the way my finances are,” the younger man complained, “I’ll be having to give teaching a go next week if  I don’t get work soon."

"Not looking for a new website are you mate?” he asked Bill hopefully.

The Australian looked at him, his eyes narrowed a little and the business man looked out.

“Ever done any PR work?” he said.

“A little,” the younger man lied, thinking…what the heck it’s just another form of writing bullshit.

“I might be able to help you out then…..”

                                                  

End of Part 2

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