A Night on the Town in Bangkok
By Marc HoltIt was just another night in paradise. Ron was showing one of his Thai friends, Komsan, what happens in Soi Cowboy. His friend was suitably impressed. Ron and he had gone to many nightspots frequented by Thais over the years. They had done everything from pubs, private member clubs, short time hotels and even teashops in Chinatown. But Komsan had never seen Soi Cowboy, so he had finally asked Ron to show him around.
Over dinner and a beer before they motored over to the strip, Komsan reminded Ron of one of their forays into a Teahouse in Chinatown. They had entered a nondescript door and taken a lift up to the fifth floor. Getting out they were confronted by a seedy looking reception area. An old Chinese woman grabbed hold of them and led them directly to two small cubicles furnished with a plastic covered bed and nothing else. No washing facilities, towels, or even an air-conditioner were in evidence.
Ron sat down on the bed and a few minutes later the mamasan brought 3 or 4 girls for him to choose from. None of them were much to look at. In the dim light he chose the one that looked reasonably alright. He paid the mamasan the few hundred Baht she asked for and he was left with the girl.
He tried a little foreplay, but when he tried to get his hands up her shirt she pushed him away. Trying to distract him she undid his trousers and grabbed hold of him. Then she turned around and bent over while trying to push him inside her.
Ron wasn’t impressed. He was used to taking his time and trying to establish some sort of feeling between him and the girl. But this one was determined to get him inside as quickly as possible. She wasn’t even letting Ron help her guide him inside. Worse, she wasn’t even taking off her skirt.
Shrugging Ron leaned over and put his hand down to her crotch. That’s when he felt something pushing its way forward. With a yell he pushed the girl away and roared, “She’s a bloody boy!”
Komsan heard him through the flimsy partition that didn’t even go all the way up to the ceiling and rushed out into the corridor. They demanded their money back from the mamasan. A brief argument ensured. Ron was so angry the mamasan figured it was probably better to give back the money and get them out of there.
They laughed about it now as they made plans for the evening, but back then Ron was very put out. He had been on a mission and the katoey (lady-boy) had blown the mission....so to speak.
They paid the dinner bill, jumped into Komsan’s car and motored down to Sukhumvit Soi 23. While Komsan parked the car, three beautiful katoeys approached Ron. One was dressed in a black sheath dress slashed up her thigh. She had a very beautiful face and a great figure.
“You take me tonight?” she asked Ron.
“I don’t think so, thanks darling, but tell me something.”
“Yes?”
“Have you had the cut yet?”
“No, but that means I have something very special for you.” She said coquettishly.
Ron laughed loudly. The poor katoey looked dejected and moved away.
Just then Komsan returned and they headed down the short soi.
“Let’s go into Soy Bar first.” Ron said. “It’s a good place to start the evening. The music is not too loud and the girls are very service minded.”
Komsan looked at him a bit puzzled, but just followed Ron.
They walked in and Ron was immediately grabbed by one of the girls he knew there. Hell, he knew almost all of them, except for the few new ones.
Komsan sat down and a new girl with a round Chinese face attached herself to him, giving him a good shoulder, back and arm massage. Ron and Komsan sat there drinking and attempting conversation. But Ron’s girl was an old hand, so to speak, and soon had him concentrating only on her.
Ron’s girl looked a lot like Cher, the American singer. She had a very similar nose, long straight black hair, and a body to match. Ron liked to go for the older women in their 30’s and 40’s. As he explained to Komsan, they are more experienced and they know what they like. They are usually a lot more fun too and eager to try anything new.
This night she excelled herself. Ron bought her a tequila. When it was delivered she asked him if he had ever had a tequila nipple.
No, he said, looking interested. What’s that?
She lifted his shirt and rubbed a slice of lemon all over his nipple. Then she grabbed his tit and pushed the tequila glass over it, thoroughly soaking it. Finally, she bent down and licked the concoction off. The feeling was exquisite.
An hour later they staggered out of the bar and headed up the strip a bit further to one of the flashy Go-Go bars. They were in luck. The show had just started. They grabbed seats at the bar as a stunning looking girl with a beautiful face, great body and legs up to her armpits came out and started dancing. She locked eyes with Ron almost immediately and threw herself on the stage with her face just inches from his. Naturally, Ron took full advantage of the opportunity and gave her a solid kiss while the bar erupted in cheers and clapping. Standing up, Ron took a bow and then returned to watch his new teeruk (darling) finish her dance.
After she came off stage she came to sit with him. Ron bought her a drink and she was in his arms and all over him. Both of them were getting very hot and steamy. All too soon she had to go back up and do the next part of her show.
Meanwhile, Komsan had attracted a quiet but very cute girl dressed in a small bikini. He was soon too busy to notice the rest of the action in the bar.
Another hour passed. They paid the bill for the whiskeys and tequilas and staggered out into the warm night.
It’s late. Time to go home, Komsan said.
Ok, but let’s have a last drink over there at the Moonlight bar. If you liked the Soy bar you’ll love the Moonlight.
As they walked in Ron saw a young looking girl he had first met a couple of months ago. They had got on very well, but he hadn’t seen her again when he returned a couple of times since. But she was here tonight.
Licking his lips in anticipation, Ron led Komsan deep inside the bar where they sat down. Komsan was immediately surrounded by two girls and he chose one to sit with him.
Ron was renewing his acquaintance with his old friend. She was 28 but looked about 20, with a slim figure and a classical face that shone with happiness. She kept telling Ron she had missed him.
Why didn’t you come back to see me? She asked.
Never mind, he said, I’m here now. Let’s continue where we left off.
Once again, the drinks flowed and they were renewing their friendship.
After a few Tequilas she told Ron that even though she was a working girl she really loved him and wanted him to visit her at her apartment.
Ron told her he was married and he only came out to drink and have fun with his friends. He never took the girls out of the bars.
That’s ok, she said. I don’t want your money. You just come and make me happy. Before they left the bar an hour later she had given him her phone number. Ron left wondering if he would take her up on her offer. He was happily married, but the temptation was great. You don’t often meet such a loving and beautiful woman like that, he thought to himself. He’d think about it.
Komsan and Ron walked up past the bars, smiling and flirting with the girls as they passed. Finally, they got into the car and headed home.
Where else in the world could you go out for a night on the town and have such great fun, Ron said as they drove through the city?
Komsan nodded and said he wanted to do it again....soon.
Stickman's thoughts:? That was a bit of an abrupt ending...or am I missing something?
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