Three P's From Different Pods

Pook was out late. By now it was after two o’clock in the morning. She had been to Spasso at the Hyatt but apparently nothing much was happening there. Her friend Gung was a bit drunk and was clearly not going to stay the course. Both girls were dressed to kill. Pook still had poise whereas Gung was smashed. A few minutes after I arrived on the scene Gung decided to take off home. I reckoned this was a good decision on her part. It was raining hard and although we were under the cover of the bar canopy, Gung was drunk enough not to know better than to stand in the rain and her make-up had run down her face forming ghoulish patterns on her cheeks. She must have realised that any allure she might have had about her earlier in the evening had deserted her and she would be better off giving it another shot tomorrow night.

Gung teetered off home leaving me with Pook. Other punters and girls were spaced out around the bar but the inclement weather was dampening the proceedings somewhat. This wouldn’t take long.

I looked Pook over again. You can’t be too careful at this hour. The beer goggles can play nasty tricks on a man at this time of night.

Hmmm. Not a classic beauty but sexy. I decided to see how she would respond to an illicit invitation.

So far, so good. No declarations of false indignation. No feigned outrage. Just a smooth, seamless transition and we headed back to my hotel room.

Pook had a nice car, one of those boxy Japanese family things. There were children’s toys between the seats and it smelled of milk or sick or whatever that smell is that reminds you of kids. I wasn’t bothered. All I knew was that they were somewhere else at that moment.

By noon the next day I knew a bit more about Pook. She had a shop in MBK. She was twenty nine years old. She was Chinese-Thai. She enjoyed sex and although she took the two thousand baht I offered her, she certainly did not see herself as a hooker. This was just a fun night out for her, not business.

“Call me” she said as she dropped me off at my car just after lunch. It was half invitation, half command. Maybe I would if it wasn’t for the brats.

Wednesday afternoon.

Pook was history. By now I was playing pool in Hilary Bar II. I’ve got the hots for one of the service girls in there. I can’t figure out if she’s the take-out variety or not. I can’t believe I’m too shy to ask but I can’t bring myself to spoil the illusion.

If I ask and she says yes, I’ll have to have sex with her and that will end our young friendship. If I ask and she says no, I’ll get all embarrassed and that might end our friendship too. I hate normal, healthy, sexual attraction in Bangkok. It’s just too damned complicated.

Never mind, by that time Nana Plaza was starting to flicker into life. I went for a beer and one of those legendary burgers at The Big Mango Bar. From there, overlooking the adult playground that is NEP, I planned my next move. Somewhere different, I thought. Somewhere I don’t go very often. I know. I decided to get back to basics.

Jesus, you almost need a degree in mountaineering to gain access to the Mandarin Bar but if you’re brave enough and sober enough to scale those stairs, it brings its rewards.

Phom from Buri Ram is a dancer there. See!! Back to basics.

One drink for me, one drink for the dek-serve, one drink for Phom, one bar fine and we’re outta there. Phom is just my type. Basic English, twenty five years old, killer figure, pretty face. Nothing too demanding. Is it something they put in the water in Buri Ram? They sure churn out real pretty girls from those parts.

First, we went for a drink in Angelwitch. Phom wanted to see the showgirls. I think she would quite like to work there herself. Funny what these girls aspire to. We had another drink at Check-Inn 99 and she was ready. So was I.

Phom was a straight-up, go-go bar, foot-shuffling hooker. No complications here. She didn’t want to know anything about me and she didn’t care to reveal anything much about herself. She was in this for the money. Back at the Jungle Room I gently squeezed her naked body and told her that she was a good-looking girl. She shrugged. She knew that already. Where’s the money?

Thursday morning.

Gently does it. I decided to sit down outside the Dynasty Hotel. I took a few minutes over a cup of coffee and some water while reading the Nation. That’s always good for a laugh.

While sitting there, I looked up and my attention was captured by a sexy creature walking along the pavement opposite. I wondered about myself. It was not eleven o’clock yet. Could I possibly be ready for another naked romp? Is this normal? Ah, bugger it. This is Bangkok.

Where was she going? Never mind. She was gone. I resumed my reading of the Nation.

I finished my coffee and while paying the bill, …..there she was again. I watched her disappear into one of the bars opposite.

I felt an introduction coming on. I followed her into her bar and with the subtlety of an air raid, positioned myself on a stool next to her. She had been expecting me. Am I really that easy?

Pawn was a different story yet again. She worked the bar in the daytime. At night, she had her own ‘erect-a-bar’ on Sukhumvit Road that she ran with her ‘brothers’ from midnight to six in the morning.

We had a chat and after a couple of drinks I took her to a Japanese restaurant for lunch. Pawn claimed to be thirty two. Personally, I didn’t think she’d see thirty eight again but hey, the object of this exercise was to get laid, not to argue over small details.

I had another question, which was “When do you sleep, for god’s sake?”.

Her answer, “From four in the afternoon until eleven at night, most days”.

After lunch, we went back to my room which was now starting to smell like a harem. It was hard to say if Pawn noticed or not. If she did, she didn’t comment. At least the maids had emptied the Durex packets from the waste paper bins and made the bed.

One of the reasons that I had noticed Pawn in the street was that she was wearing a very short skirt and a blouse that enhanced her voluptuous proportions. In short, she had a lot of skin on display. In fact, her hair covered more flesh than her clothes did. Now, in the privacy of my hotel room after taking the obligatory shower, she was wrapped up in a towel the size of a small African country and telling me she was shy!! I’ll never figure that out.

She didn’t stay shy for very long and after the intimacies were concluded, Pawn fell into a coma-like sleep. While she slept, I watched the TV. I toyed with the idea of going out again but resisted that particular temptation. Pawn slept the sleep of the dead until I woke her up at eleven o’clock. It was time for her to go to work again.

She asked me if I would like to help out at her ‘erect-a-bar’ but I declined on the grounds that I don’t even work in the daytime unless I have too, so getting me to work at night was a complete non-starter. I could surely think of a more interesting way to spend the rest of the night if I really put my mind to it.

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