"I want three thousand baht... Give me three thousand baht."
"What for ?"
"You eat pussy too much. Eat pussy is three thousand baht. You only pay for fucking pussy not eating pussy... Eat pussy not same. Fucking is no problem. Fucking I can charge small money for small dick. Some man can fucking me and I can sleep... Not feel anything. Eat pussy not same. Make me tire. Now I cannot working three days."
"Would you like a drink ?"
"You think I cheap girl same Thermae girl ? I not cheap girl... In bar I number one girl... Three thousand baht is cheap for me." She rubbed her thumb and forefinger together and then opened her palm as if expecting me to hand her three white notes.
"Whisky or beer or..?"
"I not joking. You pay me now."
"No ? What is no ? I not understand no. I'm prostitute. I need strong pussy for make good money. You make my pussy not strong. You have to pay. Is business. You think is funny ?"
"No... Of course not."
"If I cut your dick you not think is funny. You want me cut your dick, take Dusit zoo and feed fish. You want ?"
"Not particularly. You want coke... Whisky coke ?"
"You give me three thousand baht or not ?"
"If you not give me I not go."
"Fine by me."
"I stay here all night."
"Then your wife can cut your dick."
"I don't have a wife."
She paused a moment "Ahhh... You not want me go ?"
"It's up to you."
"Yes is up to me."
"Maybe I want to go. If you want me stay you must pay six thousand baht."
"What for ?"
"Then you have to pay bar ten thousand baht."
"Whether you come or go is up to you."
"Okay... You not have to pay bar but you have to pay me."
"I paid you already." I handed her a drink. Whisky and coke. Heavy on the coke.
"Okay... But if I stay. You still give me three thousand baht."
"You give me later."
She wandered around as if considering her options then as if it were her final decision she gave me the drink. "You not have ice ?"
I first saw Kim two years earlier in a bar called Sexy Jukebox. It was a ramshackle bar that stood with its back to the railroad tracks on Buckskin Joe's. Every time a train went past or Metallica boomed out on the stereo the walls shook and liquor bottles rattled. The bar hadn't always been called Sexy Jukebox and it's not called Sexy Jukebox now. It had started out as a family bar but the family moved out and it changed hands about five times. I don't know who owns it now but when Kim first went to work there it was visibly run by a woman called Goy. I knew Goy quite well... Or as well as anyone owning a bar gets to know a regular drinker. She looked about twenty five but was almost certainly a good ten years older. She wore well cut black suits and would love to share other people's secrets while leaning across the bar knowing full well that eyes would be drawn to her cleavage. Over a drink she told me about Kim.
"She come three days ago.. On the bus... From Khon Kaen. Nice girl ? You like her ? Before she working Thai bar... Sing Song Bar.. Karaoke... But she not sing song girl. Waitress."
I knew the places she meant. Upcountry karaoke bars that posted photos of the girls outside like they were minor celebrities doing panto in Blackpool. Thai men, wealthier ones, would offer garlands to their favourite singer. In some bars this was seen as a gratuity but most of the time it was a bid to get her in bed. The fact that Kim was a waitress didn't mean a thing. As a waitress in one of those bars she'd almost certainly seen her share of mosquito ridden short time hotel rooms.
"She boring Khon Kaen so she come to Bangkok. Have good money in Bangkok. And good man."
Kim was not obviously beautiful but she had a cuteness about her. She had a more rounded kind of figure than most girls you see in the bars. You couldn't call her fat but you couldn't call her thin either. She clearly felt a little self conscious about herself and kept her hair long enough to reach the dimples of her ass. She had a winning way though and could offer a genuine smile to even the most lascivious drunk, though when she smiled or laughed her narrow eyes would almost disappear. With those narrow eyes, wide cheekbones and hardly any eyebrows at all she looked more Lao-Chinese than Thai but she seemed well liked by the other girls who worked in the bar. Once someone tried to help her make up her face and draw on thick black eyebrows but they simply made her look ridiculous.
She was very popular with the customers too. Maybe because she had the look of a girl fresh out of school and not yet kissed. I doubted anyone seeing her would have guessed she'd been turning tricks in a Sing Song bar for a couple of years. But then Bangkok is one of those towns where a lot of girls can appear virginal by default. I found her more resistible. If I was going to be a whorefucker then I wanted whores who looked like whores. That's what I told myself at least. Besides which I was pretty sure I wasn't one of the "good men" Goy had been talking about. And, for what it was worth, Kim never showed much interest in me either. Not until that one time at least.
It was one of those nights where everyone in the bar had been drinking more than usual. Earlier there'd been half a rugby team hanging around and showing their good will by ringing the bell and buying everyone in the bar a drink. They weren't their to find girlfriends. They were just out for the crack and getting pissed. They seemed like the sort of blokes who'd never dream of going with a hooker. When, after three or four hours, they all took off heading for the Hard Rock Café there was only one other farang left in the bar. Some of the girls went out hunting for more rugby players in and Goy, in a generous mood having made a small fortune, was pretty cool about letting them wander off for an hour or so. This left me, Goy, the other farang and Kim alone in the bar. Kim gave me one of her all purpose half smiles and looked away but then looked back and for a moment I couldn't look away from her. There was a definite moment. But then another customer turned up who was semi-involved with one of the other girls and the moment was broken. I looked out on to the street and all the men wandering around as women called out to them from other bars.
It was then that Kim, very drunk, came and sat on my knee pushing her body against me so I was hemmed into the wall of the bar. She didn't even look at me at first. It was as if she'd mistaken me for a chair. Only when there was the clackety clack sound of an oncoming train did she turn to me and, as if sharing some great secret between us said, "Shhhh". While pushing her ass against my groin. The closer the train came the harder she pushed against me. "Shhhhh."
When the first vibration hit the bottles started rattling... Then as the train came thundering by the walls shook. As the walls shook Kim moved her ass against me and I could feel the vibration running through her. She let out this moan. It seemed to come from the very core of her. The train must have been one of the freight trains because it kept going for carriage after carriage after carriage and with each passing carriage Kim seemed to be moaning with more and more abandon. Her hand reached out to pull my lips to the back of her neck and I could feel the soft skin of her neck on my lips and heard a deeper moan.
When the train had finally passed she still sat there for a moment before turning to face me again. She smiled this gentle childish smile and, in a moment, she stopped being this chubby upcountry girl in my mind, becoming something like an angel.
Of course the moment didn't last. Minutes later a good looking guy I'd seen her with a few times before turned up and she ran to him as if he were her great love and I didn‘t exist. She didn't look back at me. She was his now. She draped herself over him and gazed into his eyes. To me he seemed embarrassed by her attention but as she fussed over him and gave him deep lingering kisses this embarrassment ebbed away. I felt a pang of jealousy but I got rid of that by ordering another drink
I might have waited it out and made a move but, as the days went on it became clear that she was really in love with this man. He was well mannered and good looking and he'd buy her presents and take her out to places other than the short time hotel round the corner. He was a gentleman. A phuu dii. Goy complained that when girls fell for someone they always ended up losing money for themselves and the bar and nearly always ended up broken hearted but she was smart enough to know that she couldn't offer this nugget of worldly wisdom to Kim. These things, like chickenpox and measles, had to run their course. I heard she took him to the airport convinced he was going to call her from farangland every day. He didn't of course. He probably went back to his real life and his real girlfriend relieved to find Kim's spell over him broken.
She, on the other hand sat around moping like a broken hearted teenager. Then she'd get very drunk and act like the most brazen whore. Eventually she left the bar. Goy said it was just as well. If she hadn't left she would have felt very bad about having to fire her.
I didn't see her around until a couple of months later when I saw her walking across Soi Nana Tai on the arms of another young farang. A couple of days later I saw her in almost exactly the same place with a different one. She seemed to have lost a bit of weight. It was obvious she'd moved on to the bright lights and hardcore of the Nana Plaza. One night I saw her getting into a verbal slanging match with a motorcycle taxi driver that would have been completely out of character for her before. Another night I saw her walking with her arms wrapped around one of the fattest leather clad Motorhead fans I'd ever seen. She was now his sweetheart, his tilac, his metal babe. And she was as slim now as he was not.
The next time I saw her was months later. She was sitting outside the Rainbow Bar wearing a three baht gold chain and showing off a sapphire engagement ring to while talking very loudly about Germany. The man she was going to marry had this big house and a big car and he worked hard all day. He wasn't like the useless Bangkok farang who just drank and screwed around. He was always on the computer working. Sometimes after an evening working on his computer he'd be too tired afterwards to even make love (This got a big "Ahhh" from the collected bargirls). His family were proper and polite. They only ate with knives and forks and hardly ever spat or farted or scratched at their genitals. She could never mention about working in the bar. He'd told her that while he got her a visa for marriage he didn't want her hanging around the bars like before and, as she loved him, she wouldn‘t.
Three hours later, when I was on my way out of a short time hotel room I saw her stumbling drunkenly in on the arm of a cigar chewing Japanese man. I don't think she saw me.
(To Be Continued)
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