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It’s Hard to Marry A Whore

  • Written by G
  • February 21st, 2002
  • 14 min read




Her name was Pug. She worked at the Go-Go Bar in Bremerhaven, Germany. That was the actual name of the bar. The bar had one time long ago been a gas station. Other bars in the Lessing Strasse area included the Safari, the Pattaya Inn, Bangkok Nights, Bangkok Midnights, Las Vegas, and the Oase. These were the names of the establishments in 1990; some or all of the names may have changed. Over 90% of the women working there were originally from Thailand; occasionally you might find a girl from Hong Kong or Manila.

Wherever they came from–and this I did not discover for a very long time–they were all married. Some had real marriages in which they returned to their homes and husbands after work and some were shams, marriages of convenience for the purpose of getting a work visa.

Ninety per cent of these women were stunning. Average age was about 25. Most of the women are enticed to Germany by relatives who work in the bars, but the women think until they actually get to Germany that they are going to work in a "restaurant". Do they really believe that restaurants pay that well, or do they kind of know, but don't really want to know, what kind of work they will be engaging. I suspect a little of both, because while most Thai women are smart and have a lot of common sense, they can be more than a little naive.

I was stationed at a nearby Army post, since closed as many have been since the end of the cold war. My primary form of entertainment for the seven years I lived there was the bars of Lessingstrasse and the women who worked there.

I've always been a solitary person, not much caring to go out and get drunk with the guys. I've always found women preferable company. In fact, I often think of myself as a "male lesbian". I have some effeminate mannerisms that gay men pick up on, which I hate because I have never had anything but a strong heterosexual sex drive and sex life.

Before I met Pug, I was a total butterfly. The first bar I went to, I wasn't sure what to expect. It looked like the rip-off bars in Frankfurt that charge you 200 marks to sit in a booth with a girl with a bottle of champagne but all you can do is fondle the girl, IF SHE LETS YOU.

She wasn't an overly attractive girl, but she was very personable and a great French kisser. I had already spent 8 marks for my beer and 25 marks for the "lady drink", the same cheap champagne they served in Frankfurt. The girl was kissing me and rubbing me in all the right places when she asked me if I wanted to go the Zimmer (room). Let the
rip-off begin, I thought, not knowing at all what to expect, but too curious and horny to say no.

I gave the bartender (who was much hotter than the girl I was with and who I would find out later was Puk's sister in law!) 100 marks and off Parn and me traipsed to one of several back rooms which were furnished with a bed and a chair and precious little else. And a sink. Can't forget the sinks.

I was more than a little plastered and was more than half expecting maybe some more kissing and breast fondling. How wrong I was.

That was the first time I ever had oral sex (giving and receiving), vaginal sex, and anal sex all in the same session. All this in the space of little more than half an hour. When the bartender buzzed the intercom to indicate our time was up, Parn seemed genuinely disappointed.

I saw a her a lot after that, for about nine months. Then she disappeared, as I discovered whores are wont to do. Then I started seeing Somjai. I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my life ever, bar none, she was it. The sex with her was beyond description. We could hardly exchange two intelligible words with each other but once we got in the bedroom, nothing else mattered. I once saw a Chinese model named Manchi Yau who looked a lot like her, but not quite as good. She claimed I was the only customer who didn't have to wear a condom. What an idiot I was! But I was somewhat suicidal at the time for reasons I won't go into here.

I also saw a lot of a girl named Sunni, who quit working when she got pregnant with twins, by her husband I presume as I always wore condoms when I was with her.

Before I went with Pug at the Go Go Bar, I went with another girl who worked there named Nitnoy, a strange nickname as she was actually rather large for a Thai girl (but very attractive). The main thing I remember about her was how she would howl with pleasure when I would go down on her and how the bar patrons would all look at us with silly grins when we finished our session. She gave me a very nice Buddha amulet which I wore proudly.

Nitnoy had not been working at the bar for a while when I met Pug (I had a strange morality about staying loyal to one girl per bar). It was the beginning of July 4th weekend, and I would have the next four days off. I had no idea how those days would change my life forever.

It was the night of July 3rd. I had just recently been issued my first credit card. It had a credit limit of $5000. Some creative writing on my application, along with downright lies (sure, I'm a major!), helped me acquire that limit, and I was not at all afraid to max out the card. All the bars in the area had just started to accept credit cards. Coincidence? I THINK NOT!!!

So I found myself at the Go-Go Bar at 4 in the morning, having found no attractive options (pun intended) at the other bars. They were closing for what was left of the night. I could have gone to the Baby Bar because they didn't close until 6 or 7 usually but I had already spent two hours there. Bremen and Bremerhaven are "Hansefrei Stadt" (hands-off cities) which means they allow minimal federal government interference so the bars are free to close when they choose.

Pug had been sitting with me a while, politely drinking the drink I had bought for her, but mostly I had been conversing with Noy the bartender, all of I remember of her is that she always wore black fingernail polish and had nice breasts.

Up until this point, I had known Pug only as a great cook. She would make chicken and chilli or pan fried steak for me whenever I came to the Go-Go. Why they called it that is a mystery as none of these bars had dancing.

She was a very small woman, barely 5 feet tall and maybe 95 pounds. And I was 6'4 180 pounds (I'm still 6'4 but now 200 and going up). In fact, she was dazzling with a brilliant smile despite her overbite. In a strange way, I was intimidated by her and I had never asked her to go to the room with me and for whatever reason she had never asked me either. Maybe because she thought Nitnoy was my girl.

But that night as I helped clean the bar (you would have thought I could have got some free beer for all the free labor I provided), Pug asked me an entirely unexpected question.

"Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

I was stunned, but not too stunned that I couldn't answer very enthusiastically in the affirmative.

We didn't have far to walk to get to her apartment. It was located in the same building as the bar and only about 15 feet behind the bar. It was a minuscule studio apartment, but at least it had an attached bathroom. This was to be my home away from my barracks for the next year and a half until I left the army.

We never talked about money, but we never had to. I knew what her job was and what the going rates were, although this was the first time I had stayed with someone overnight, which would end up being four overnights. She only made me pay for the first night, after that I suppose I was her boyfriend and I stayed for free. I fell in love with
her that weekend.

Actually, I had fallen in love with several of the women before this. But they had always brushed me off in subtle ways and encouraged me to keep the relationship on the professional level, or else just simply disappeared from the scene.

Strange and stupid as it sounds, I used sex to keep ownership of Pug. Before she went to work, I had sex with her, just to remind her that while I knew what she did for a living, THIS dick was the only one she should care about. And when she got home, I REALLY had to make love, to "purge" out those other putrid dicks she had been with.

One time, she didn't come home at the expected time. The back door to the bar was locked. I heard soft noises from one of the rooms. I tried the door. It was unlocked. I didn't open the door all the way. Pug had been wearing a long, beaded necklace that night. The sound of those beads clacking rhythmically was one of the most sickening sounds I had ever heard in my life.

I went back to the apartment. When Pug came in twenty minutes later, she simply took a shower and then we made love. It was easy to forgive her, but I could never forget those beads. I never saw her wear that necklace again.

The day I left Germany, she sang Thai songs to me in the bar. I cried helplessly as I watched the inevitable porn video playing on the television. I honestly didn't know if I would see her again. I knew I loved her, but how could I be sure of how much she loved me? I couldn't be.

Fortunately, her German husband was out of the picture. Stefan had hit her once, and Pug had lost some of her hearing in one ear. That had been in another city, and we never saw the guy, fortunately.

I returned to Bremerhaven about 3 months later. I spent all of the money I had saved while in the Army to live with her those 3 months and to convince her to get out of this life. Maybe I was trying to save her, but more that that, I just wanted her for myself. But while she worked, I barhopped. I cheated on her three nights in a row with a girl fresh out of Nakhon Panom named Oh. She was fantastic sexually, but I knew I had no future with her; I had way too much invested in Pug to give up. But that's exactly what Oh wanted me to do.

So one day Pug and several of her friends and me are in the kitchen of Bangkok Nights. They are playing a card game I have yet to decipher when in walks Oh with her friends. We locked eyes for a moment. I knew it could all be finished with one word out of her mouth. Oh broke eye contact and got some orange juice form the refrigerator and left. That was the last I ever saw of her.

Soon after that, I convinced Pug to leave Germany and go back to her home in Thailand. She had built a new house with the money she had made in Germany. We were finally going to Thailand, together.

Pug didn't bother to tell me that her visa had expired some three months ago. The people at the Bremen airport didn't take kindly to that. so we had to do a "protocol" (their word) which cost me 500 marks. I wonder if it would have been higher if I would have had more money on me. Of course this was after paying for her ticket, because I was "forcing" her out of the business before she was really ready.

Our protocol delayed the plane for about 30 minutes. F—em if they can't take a joke. Anyway, it was just a 50 minute to Amsterdam, where we connected. The flight took "only" 13 hours (compared to the 24+ hours of America to BKK flights).

We couldn't stay at her new house. It was not quite yet completed. I was expected to pay the remaining $5000 or so construction costs. After all, I did "force" her to quit her job. Fortunately, my credit limits had recently been increased so it wasn't a problem. I had to admit it was a very nice house, one that would probably cost a hundred thousand dollars or more in Texas where I'm from. Still, I wasn't overjoyed with all these sudden expenses from seemingly nowhere.

So we stayed at her brother's house with his wife and two daughters. They were very cool. The thing I remember about the first night was an extremely loud cricket directly outside our bedroom window that would not shut up. Finally, at about 4 in the morning, I found a can of bug spray and saturated the bush where the little bugger must have been hiding. The only crickets I heard for the remainder of my two month stay were well off in the distance.

Pong was her only surviving brother. At one time she had six brothers, but five had died in motorcycle or truck accidents. He took me to the Whale Hotel in Nakhon Pathom, to the massage parlor, where I could choose a traditional or an "other" massage. I really wanted the "other" but I knew her brother would rat me out if I did.

We lived very close to St Peters Catholic Church, and i found out she was catholic like me. We also had the same birthday, she being two years older.

We went all over Thailand those two months from Chiang Mai and Rai to Phuket and Penang and even to Nakhon Sawan by bus. We got married and tried to get Pug her visa to come to America. I used all the money I saved from the Army as well as my remaining credit just to prove to those idiots at the embassy that I had enough money to provide for her. Of course, by the time I finished the horrific process, I had no money at all, but a couple of months after I went back to Texas, she got her visa. Naturally, we told them nothing of her "marriage" in Germany or even that she had ever been out of the country. And we had met quite innocently at the Rose Garden. Yep.

And I'm still married to her and I love her very much and I'm pretty sure she loves me. She has never lied to me and her income is about triple to mine. At first it would bother me that I married a whore, but now I hardly think of it. She did what she thought she had to do at the time, but it's over now. We currently live in Texas, and go to our house in Sampran every other year for the summer. It was hard, but it was worth it. If you love a whore, you know how hard it can be to really love her, and just as hard to know whether she really loves you or is just playing you.

All I can say is just be very, very patient, because time will tell. If she really loves you, she will wait for you. If she doesn't, she'll find another sucker soon enough.

Pug is not proud of her past, but she's not ashamed of it either, and we joke about it sometimes. If she had not been a whore, I never would have met her or had the amazing life I've had for the last 12 years.

In May, due to the fact we just bought a new house and car, she is allowing me to go to Thailand BY MYSELF!!! Now my budget won't be terribly high, but oh my….!!! I just can't help thinking that she's giving me the ultimate test, though. But I don't care!!!

Some additional thoughts: My wife before she worked in Germany graduated from business school and was working as an executive secretary before she was summoned to Germany. She had been working in Germany for about 2 years before I met her. So she was fairly well educated AND adapted to a western culture before I even saw her. No doubt this has added to our successful marriage. Marrying an Isaan girl who goes to Pattaya or Patpong when she turns 17 will probably have a lot more cultural issues, and no matter how good the sex is it's no fun being married to a dumbass!

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