Ladies Night

A few nights ago I stopped by at a small bar on Sukhumvit Soi 4. I had not been there for quite a while. The farang owner and his vivacious Thai wife were taking care of the customers with their usual verve and the place was characteristically busy. They both greeted me warmly and asked me where I had been hiding. There’s not much to the place really although the girls are polite and friendly. It doesn’t have a pool table and the music is unobtrusive. The place always seems to be busy though and I can only attribute that to the personal skills of mine hosts. Customers are always made to feel welcome. A rare thing in Bangkok, these days for sure.

Another thing about being only an occasional customer is that I don’t have any blockers there. By that, I mean I am not blocked by any one particular bargirl who thinks I am her personal property. There’s none of that bargirl etiquette cobblers to contend with. I have the run of the mill as far as the girls are concerned.

I sat down and ordered a beer which was delivered by a good looking girl who I guessed would be in her late twenties. I immediately offered to buy her a drink which she graciously accepted and sat down opposite me. Mem was my type, no question. Long hair, good legs. The kind of girl I am always willing to pay good money for. We exchanged the usual bargirl / farang chit chat for a few minutes then she informed me that she was in fact, a lesbian. Now, getting rejected by bargirls is not a happy place to be and thankfully not somewhere I find myself often. So suspecting that I might be about to get the brush off here, I asked Mem if she liked men as well as women. You never know, I might have found a floating voter. “Of course I do” she replied as if I was some kind of idiot. “I like farang. I like you.”

In a strange way, I was both pleased and relieved to hear this. I was already harbouring salacious thoughts towards Mem.

“Do you have a girlfriend working here?” I asked, struggling to suppress any quavers of excitement from creeping into my voice. Mem intimated in the direction of one of the other girls who was delivering a tray of drinks to an adjacent table. “That’s my friend, Som” said Mem.

My pulse quickened ever so slightly as I surveyed the leggy and curvaceous Som. I tried not to stare but I was helpless to stop a thousand random images flash through my mind, all of them depicting Mem and Som in various positions of naked entanglement. I retuned my gaze to Mem and tried to rein in my imagination. She smiled demurely and rubbed her foot gently against my shin. I decided not to try to speak for the moment. I feared that if I tried to say anything, only gibberish would come out and that wouldn’t be very cool.

Eventually, I managed to roll out the beginnings of my next question, “Does she……..”

“You ever take two ladies before?” Mem interjected, anticipating my question.

I wanted to say “Oh sure, I do it all the time” and lean back nonchalantly in my chair but instead I just shook my head slowly in a wide-eyed, newbie kind of way. I hoped I wasn’t dribbling.

I had definitely never seen two diesel dykes quite like these before. The prospect of taking them both together was both appealing and slightly daunting. I found that kind of exciting. I should point out that although I have slept with twos and threes before, on those occasions the girls, although quite comfortable with the arrangements had been quite definitely heterosexual. Getting some real live, girl-on-girl action going was something that I must admit, I had always had a hankering for but the opportunity had never presented itself before.

Truth is, if I had gone out deliberately looking for two genuine carpet munchers to engage in a three-way tie, two better looking specimens would have been hard to find.

I beckoned Som over to join us and ordered another round of drinks. Three, seemed like the right number.

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