I have always had a thing for slim women. It sort of makes me wonder why I ever got involved with my first wife, but that’s another story.
All of this started when I was in Bangkok on 26th November 1994. I had separated from my first wife nearly 8 months earlier, and was definitely lonely, and at a loose end. My work had taken me to Vientiane, Laos, via Bangkok, and as a result of numerous previous visits to Bangkok, I had a very good idea of where the nightlife was to be found.
On previous visits to The Big Mango, an expression used to describe the city of Bangkok, I would usually look in on one or another of the Butterfly bar in Patpong road, or Mike’s Place in Patpong 2, and sometimes both. These two bars were linked to one another, and are both now extinct, but at that time they were going concerns, and there were plenty of interesting ladies to be found in them.
And that is what I was looking to find. I make no apologies for what I was doing, I was a free agent, and I was spending my own money. So that is why I was there and what I was doing.
I wandered into the Butterfly and ordered an orange juice. The orange juice that is served in Thailand is the sweetest OJ that I have had anywhere in the world, and it is because what is called an orange in Thailand is not what westerners call an orange. It is not sweetened, that is the way it comes from the fruit, and it is delicious.
The woman who took my order was a mature woman, slim, attractive, and for me she had an added attraction; she did not smoke. Her English was passable, and we started to talk between her serving other customers. She entranced me. I soon began to look forward to her getting up to serve customers so that I could watch the movement of her lissome figure in the skin-tight jeans that she was wearing.
On one of the occasions that she moved away to serve another customer, another girl, this one a dancer, sat next to me and started to talk to me. She also had a very petite figure, about the same as the lady in the jeans, and they were about the same height, too. The lady in jeans returned, and there was a brief exchange in Thai between them. At the time, although I understood no Thai, I presumed that this exchange was about who had been talking to me first and that they were in competition for the right to go out with me, and I was correct in that presumption.
They were both going to talk with me, and I would be the one to make the choice. Lucky me! However the decision became a foregone conclusion once the dancer produced a cigarette and lit it. She lost. Sad for her; she was 19 years of age and had a child that she was supporting. Still, if she can afford to pay for cigarettes, she must be able to afford to care for the child. I told the dancer to go and smoke with someone else, and that was the end of the matter.
The conversation with the lady in jeans continued. Her name is Toy, she is 33 years of age, she has 2 daughters who live with her, she abandoned the father of her children 10 years ago, just after the birth of her second daughter because he was keeping a mia-noy, the story of her life went on and on.
After the second orange juice, I switched to beers, and after a few of them, I paid the bar-fine to take Toy out of the bar. A “bar-fine” is a sum of money, which a customer can pay to a bar to allow a girl to be released from duties in the bar for that night’s shift without the girl suffering a cut in her wages. What happens between the customer and the girl after a bar-fine has been paid is something that usually involves sex for money, and is an arrangement that is between the girl and the customer. The bar is not involved in anything like that, for to become involved would be to break the law.
Toy and I walked along Silom road to the hotel where I was staying, the Dusit Thani. This is the “Grand Old Lady” of hotels in Bangkok. When I first visited Thailand in 1975, it was just about the tallest building in the city. Now, one is hard-pushed to find it on the skyline. It remains my favourite hotel in Bangkok.
The custom in a customer-bargirl encounter is that both parties shower or bathe before the main event, and I like to make this a joint effort. Toy was up to the task, scrubbing my back, and generally making me feel really good about this encounter. When the time came for the main event and sequels, I was convinced that I had done well by selecting the non-smoker. Toy wanted to go home early to be with her daughters, and after a performance that would have done credit to any of the women of legend, I could not complain about her desire to exit early.
I was a sated man, and I intended to return to see Toy again. I would have an overnight stop in Bangkok when I returned from Vientiane, and that was the next time that I wanted to see Toy.
When I returned to Bangkok, I could not wait for opening time at the Butterfly bar, I waited in a restaurant across the road picking at a dish of kow pat goong (rice fried with prawns) for nearly an hour before the bar’s doors opened. I had spent more in Vientiane than I had anticipated and would not be able to pay Toy’s bar-fine plus her performance fee, but I had to see her again. I paid for my food and crossed the road to the Butterfly bar. When I entered, the dancing girls were changing from their street clothes to their dancing bikinis, and looked at me as if to ask “Why are you here so early? To watch us change clothes?”
Toy was not there, but I was told by the girl who served me my orange juice that she had just had a few days off, and was expected in that evening. She arrived at about 7:30, and immediately recognised me from the encounter a few weeks before. She and I were all smiles for one another as we commenced talking. She was happy that I had returned to her, and I was happy that I was not just another customer that had been forgotten.
She told me that she had returned from a visit to her mother in Ubon Ratchathani on the train that afternoon, was exhausted, and wanted me to pay her bar-fine. I explained that I could not pay both her bar-fine and her performance fee. She said that the performance fee did not matter, if I paid her bar-fine, she wanted to perform for free, going home early would be enough reward for her. For the first time in my life, I could not get my wallet out of my pocket quickly enough.
Again, we returned to the Dusit Thani, and again, she put in a memorable performance. There was but one glitch; on the final sequel to the main event the condom got “lost”. That’s right, it just slipped off, and I didn’t know the difference. And that is probably the best way of describing just how physically comfortable it was to make love with Toy. Even with the desensitising effect that a condom has, it did not make any difference to me when I was with Toy.
If I had been a bit more sensible, I would have taken these events for no more than what they were; a pleasant encounter, to be remembered, not sought for a repeat. However, I promised myself that I would be back to visit Toy again.
(To be continued.)