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It was the way her hair fell over the side of her face when she turned her head. The way her skirt slipped off her thigh when she crossed her legs. That smouldering look in her dark eyes. Her white perfect teeth. The slinky way she moved. I guess we all know what I mean.
I’m as deep and sensitive as the next guy but I get attracted to women with long legs, slim waists and big tits. If she’s intelligent and has a sense of humour….. well gee whiz that’s just great, honey.
I was with my Thai friend Tang, in a bar in Bangkok. One of Tang’s regular watering holes, not one of mine. The customers were split pretty much half and half, Thai and Farang, although it must be said that most of the Farangs seemed to have a fairly good command of the Thai language. This was not a place for tourists or casual visitors.
There were girls. They would only come and sit with you if you invited them. There was none of this ‘you buy lady drink for me’ nonsense. This place was run differently. All the girls were conservatively dressed but probably showing a little too much leg and cleavage to be completely respectable. Their job was to deliver drinks to the customers. Sit with them on invitation and to generally make the place look pretty. They were barfineable but they could politely decline with no penalty from the bar, if they chose.
That was where I met Dao.

Dao had worked there for a year or so. Tang told me he had seen her there often and had spoken to her on a few occasions. Tang liked a drink but with the girls he only looked, he didn’t touch. My guess was that his wife would kill him if he even thought about doing anything salacious with anyone but her. Besides, his wife’s family held the purse strings and Tang was nobody’s fool.
Egged on by me, Tang invited Dao and another pretty little hostess called Ploy to join us. The girls got themselves a drink each and sat down with us.
As we talked together, it became clear that Dao could speak almost perfect English. This surprised Tang, somewhat. Tang had been educated in Australia and his English is as good as mine but previously Tang had only ever spoken to Dao in Thai so he never knew that she had such a good command of English. My Thai is passable in a social setting as was Ploy’s English. This all worked out very nicely and the four of us had a jolly old time.
I was quite taken with Dao mainly because she had the physical attributes that I admire so much in a woman but I was also intrigued because basically she seemed to be just too well educated to be a bar girl. My curiosity had been pricked and I had to know more.
After that first evening, I went back to the bar to see Dao without Tang, three times in a week. On the third visit I paid her barfine and we went for dinner together. I started to feel like we were becoming friends and if it wasn’t for her chosen place of employment and the fact that I had just bought her time for money, I might have believed that this was the beginning of an affair. As things turned out, that is probably just what it was.
Gradually over quiet dinners and / or in the warm glow of an after-sex embrace Dao and I began to exchange little pieces of personal information.

Dao told me she had gone to school in Australia and when she came back to Thailand she had married a Dutch oilfield engineer who had taken her to live in Nigeria. He was apparently very possessive and would not allow Dao to leave the house alone. I suggested that maybe he worried that Nigeria can be a dangerous place and that perhaps he was just being cautious. She insisted that he treated her like a prisoner and she grew to hate him. After about three years she ran away and came back to Thailand. She divorced the Dutchman soon after.
After another year or two, Dao met a Japanese businessman through her father’s business contacts and within another year she was married again. This time, her Japanese husband took her to China when he was assigned a development project there.
While she was married to him she learned a fair amount of Japanese and while living in China she got a pretty good grasp of Mandarin too.

I took her to Malaysia once on one of my business trips and noticed that her passport still stated her Japanese surname, Yamaguchi.
I learned that her parents no longer lived together. Her father owned a Mitsubishi dealership, hence the Japanese connection and he had a string of minor wives. One day, Dao called her father from the car. At first she spoke to him politely in Thai and then suddenly switched to English.
“Are you with her again?” she demanded. “Daddy, you know how much she annoys everyone. Why are making a fool of yourself with that slut?”
Eventually, she ended the conversation with her father but it gave me an insight into the relationship that she must have had with him. Obviously, the kind of relationship that permitted free and open conversation. Another rare thing in Thai family life.

I never met her father. I wished I had.

The more I learned about the beautiful and intelligent Dao, the more confused I became. Why would a woman like this choose to work as a bar girl? Her family had money. She had been afforded every chance with a good education. She lived in a very nice apartment near the British Embassy which I think her father owned. She spoke fluent English, Mandarin, Japanese and Thai. And yet, she chose to sell herself for money. The more I learned about her the less I understood.
She claimed she liked men and the money was good. She didn’t have to go with anyone she didn’t like so what was wrong with it?
I tried to talk to Dao about giving up the bar job. She said on a few occasions that she was considering going back to China. Her father could still arrange for her to work there. It is certain that he did not know what she was getting up to in Bangkok.
Dao knew from the beginning that I was already married and she never made any comment about that until one morning she turned to me in bed and said,
“I don’t want to see you anymore. I think you should forget about me and take care of your wife. When you get up and leave, I don’t want you to come back. I don’t want you to call me and I don’t want you to come to the bar looking for me. I don’t want any problem with your wife.”

I was surprised and more than a little upset at first. To this day I don’t know what brought this on so suddenly. Could it be that she had had some contact from my wife? I didn’t know but I got up, got dressed and kissed her goodbye. It was all probably for the best. I wished her happiness and left.
I did call Dao a few times after that but she made it clear that she thought she had made a mistake getting involved with a married man (me) and our relationship was now over. I know from Tang that she continues to work at the bar but she doesn’t speak to him when he goes there now.

I only paid Dao’s barfine that one time and I never paid her for sex. I suspect she had a lot more money than me anyway but the riddle of the beautiful and enigmatic Dao remains.

Happily, I’ll never know if she was a lost opportunity or a lucky escape.

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