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Wednesday 12^th May

Is it Wednesday already! I started the evening at D_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ and just caught the last 10 mins of Happy Hour. Had a Chang Draft for 30 baht.

I was looking out for no 55 (Big Smile) and no 21 (Big Tits) but also saw another girl I had seen last night and liked – no 43 (Petite). There was a new girl who caught my fancy. No 50 (Top Knot). She looked young and inexperienced – slightly bewildered in fact – which for some reason I found sexy. Unfortunately she didn’t dance much so I feared she might turn out to be another starfish. However, my plan for tonight is to talk to her early on looking for that chemistry. If it’s not there, no 43 is the one.

After about half an hour a 50-something year old guy with a moustache sat to my left, and a few moments later caught the attention of a girl he fancied. It turned out to be no 55 (Big Smile). Interesting, I thought. They are close enough for me to overhear, and so find out about no 55, as well as another guy’s approach to choosing a girl.

I couldn’t hear much of the conversation because of the music, but after a while I realised he was talking to her in Thai – obviously he was an expat or a guy with a lot of experience around the bars – so worth observing. He bought her a lady drink and they talked until it was her turn to dance. As the other shift came off the stage, he signalled to no 43 to join him – same procedure, but no 55 seemed more responsive.

As he had monopolised all ‘my girls’ I paid the bill and went upstairs to the toilets. Upstairs was an empty bar area with a part-glass floor where you could look down on the girls. I spotted no 50 (Top Knot) and watched her for a while – same thing – not dancing much, looking lost, blank expression.

On my way down I decided to pop back into the bar to see how the expat was getting on. He was by himself so I decided to chat with him. ‘I heard you speaking Thai to those girls,’ I said. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘it’s surprising how much the scene opens up if you can speak a bit of Thai.’ He explained that he had had about 30 hours of one-on-one tuition over about a year and that now he was spending 3 months in Thailand.

I commented that we shared the same taste in girls, as I also had liked the look of no 55 and no 43. He said his taste in girls was the demure type. I asked him what he thought of no 50 (Top Knot). He said that he hadn’t noticed her, but that it was a very personal thing anyway. Just before I left he told me that the two girls he had been talking to were both new and didn’t speak a word of English. That was the problem of going for the sweet, shy types, as they were often new girls – and why it was worth learning a bit of Thai.

I moved on to S_ _ _ _ bar. The first thing I noticed was that some of the girls were dancing in their birthday suits. Now, I had understood from Stickman that since the crackdown this didn’t happen and that birthday suit dancing was gone with the good old days – well, it’s back with a vengeance! Even though I didn’t stay long, I saw two girls pussy licking and another two doing simulated doggy-style.

I was admiring the waist, hips and beautifully-flat stomach of a girl on stage when she caught my eye and made a gesture encouraging me to smile – I realised that I had been frowning – after all, I was finding it hard work to choose the right girl. I signalled her to join me, but there was no chemistry. She told me that she had only been working for four days and hadn’t been barfined yet – but I don’t really want hard luck stories – I just didn’t fancy her enough, so I moved on.

Went to another bar – can’t remember the name – but on the same side a few doors down. Seemed quite hardcore. Not only were half the girls dancing butt naked but several were sitting with customers topless, letting them feel them up. Just in front of me, sitting at the stage, a rough looking working class northern type was fondling the biggest-titted Thai I have ever seen – and judging by the wide grin on his face, obviously enjoying himself (where else can you do that for the price of a lady drink?)

I saw a girl who caught my fancy. She had a beautiful body with full, shapely breasts (though not over-large and saggy like the other girl). It was hard to see her face, because, as in most gogo bars, the lights seem to hit the legs and body leaving the face in twilight – which is crazy, because the face is the most import thing. What I could see, I liked. Overall, she was a cross between my old and new tastes in girls. An hourglass body with full hips and tits, yet not over-heavy, and with characteristic Thai features.

I tried to catch her attention several times as she moved from pole to pole across the stage in front of me, but even though I half stood up at one point, I couldn’t catch her eye. This is one (1) of several reasons which led me to believe that she was relatively inexperienced. I will number them as I go on.

I asked a waitress to ask her to join me for a drink – and even this wasn’t easy because girls can’t wear numbers when they are naked – so I had some difficulty pointing her out.

Luckily she got the right girl and she came to sit with me topless – wonderful breasts! However, I was too new to the game to fondle them – it seemed wrong, somehow – I still couldn’t get it out of my head that I was not 25 again and trawling the nightclubs for a real girlfriend.

Her name was Jao and she said she was from Chiang Mai. She seemed proud of this and was surprised when I said I had never heard of it. She said that being from the north gave her paler skin – though it was too dark in the bar for me to distinguish subtle shades of brown – and anyway, I didn’t care what colour she was. She said she had been working in the bar for 2 years – though I found this hard to believe.

I bought her, and the waitress, a lady drink each, and things began to warm up. She put my hands on her breasts. It seemed as though she was just as embarrassed about me not feeling her breasts as I was about feeling them – maybe it is management policy for customers to feel breasts.

I asked her if she would do long time and she said 3000 baht. I offered 2500 which she seemed glad to accept (1500 - 2000 was the going rate back then – ed.) I paid the barfine, paid for my drinks and waited for her to get changed.

She looked even better in her clothes than out of them. She wore hip-hugging jeans and a low-cut baby doll top showing generous cleavage (I’ve always been a sucker for cleavage!) As we left the bar the doorman waied and said, ‘Thank you.’ How nice it is to be thanked for something you enjoy doing – ‘Believe me,’ I thought, ‘the pleasure is all mine!’

We took a taxi to Soi 4, the driver of which turned out to be a friend of hers. When we got out she said that she would like to go to a bar in Nana Plaza. I asked her to choose, but she said she had never been there before (2). We looked around for a bit, then headed into P _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. She said she wanted to compare a NP bar to her bar.

It was a typical NP bar – it seemed much more sanitized than a Soi Cowboy bar – no bare flesh here – and the girls seemed older and heavier. I felt like a king, sat beside Jao who was way prettier than any other girl in the bar. She said she wasn’t impressed. We had one drink and then left. I asked her if she liked to dance, and she replied, ‘Yes, but not agogo,’ so I suggested going to the Nana disco. She said that she was too tired – so it was back to the hotel.

In reception, the clerk had to ask her for her ID - the other girls I had been with handed it over automatically (3). As we walked to my room I asked her if she had been here before – she hadn’t (4).

She wanted all the lights out when she got into bed. She was very unresponsive, very tight, and it seemed to hurt her. Funnily enough, I didn’t mind too much because, unlike the girl on the first night, she was good company, and was eager to please in every other respect – she just seemed very awkward and inexperienced (5).

I pretended to be satisfied and then lay by her side talking to her. Luckily her English was good (even if her lovemaking wasn’t) so it was possible to have quite a good conversation. I talked to her about learning Thai, showed her my list of phrases, and she helped me to practise them and taught me some more. She was quite happy to do this with the light on and stark naked so I got plenty of time to admire her body. One image in particular sticks in my mind – she is lying across me to write a word on my notepad, her beautiful breasts at full dip just inches from my adoring eyes.

I could now get a good look at her. She has a beautiful, rounded face, with big brown slanted eyes. Her hair is long – to about mid-back – and is dyed blonde in fine streaks. She has an appendix scar on her stomach which she has disguised with a small tattoo. Her pubic hair was trimmed short into a neat triangle.

The more I talked to her, the more I realised how intelligent she was. I asked her about her education, and she said that she had finished high school, but couldn’t afford to go to university. Then we got talking about religion. She explained how Buddhist beliefs and particularly meditation helped her to cope with life, and then she showed me how to say Buddhist prayers and how to meditate. I will never forget the image of her sitting on my bed in a half-lotus position, eyes half closed, breasts rising and falling to her rhythmic breathing.

When it came to sleep time she taught me how to say goodnight – ra-tree-sawat – and good morning – arun-sawat. She kept body contact all night in various positions, and once again I noticed that bitter-sweet Thai girl smell (they should try to bottle it!)

These things are the best part of the experience, and I imagine it’s what causes so many farangs to fall in love with Thai bargirls – because, despite the unsatisfactory sex, I was half in love with her already!

© Rob (editor) 2007. All rights reserved by the author.