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Wan’s Tits

  • Written by Kahuna
  • May 20th, 2004
  • 28 min read


Let me tell you about my experience with “Wan” (all names changed). During my Dec. 2003 visit to BKK, I had a heart breaking experience with a freelancer. A quick recovery was in order so I set out to find the sexiest girl in Nana Plaza and barfine her. Now I am the type of punter Mommies hate. I usually enter a gogo, walk around the bar to survey the talent (the whole time with flashlights in my eyes trying to direct me to a seat), and if I don’t see anyone compelling, I walk out. After doing this in over 10 bars, I met Wan. She was a dancer at a small 2nd floor Nana gogo bar. Wan was a very seductive dancer and was absolutely the sexiest girl in Nana that evening, so I barfined her.

We got along well and I liked her. She really seemed to like me. After a couple of days together, I asked her if I could film our love making, but she refused. The next day we did the Grand Palace / long tail boat ride to the snake farm thing, and I took video. She said she was never on video before. Later that evening, I plugged the MiniDV into the hotel room TV and we watched our adventure. Guess what? She wanted to “make a movie.” I dressed her in sexy lingerie and put the camera on night vision mode. Holding the camera in my right hand, suddenly Wan was transformed into a porn star, doing me like she never did before. That video turned out to be one of the best porn flicks I’ve ever seen. Not just because there were no face shots of the man (haha), but because of her extraordinary rimming and sucking performance. That was it, I found what turns this girl on and filmed most of our sex sessions-—not just to capture it on film, but because she was more turned on when the camera was rolling. We watched the movies over and over and they were great. At some point Wan asked if I would help her “buy tits” someday. I thought, yeah right—I’m spending four days with you and now I’m buying you tits?—I don’t think so…

When it was time for me to leave, I took her number and called her occasionally when I got back to the States.

In the beginning of Feb. 2004, a department at work (not my department) asked if I could do a 2-week project for them in Hong Kong. Back in 2002 I did a successful 5-week project for the company in HK, which led to my first experience with a Thai girl and resulted in my 21/11/2003 submission “My Tragic Love Affair and Some Sound Advice.”

This opportunity got me thinking—wouldn’t it be great to fly Wan to HK and “make movies” with me for a couple of weeks. Shoot, I’ll get a free ticket to HK, stay in the Renaissance Harbor View, eat great food and arrange work so I could spend a good deal of quality time with Wan. Hey, I’m not spending a dime for this so what the heck? I’ll buy her tits and it’ll be a real party! I’ll tag on a couple weeks of holiday and take her to Koh Samui or Phi Phi after work. Life is good.

Wan agreed to go. She stopped work for the month and went back to Roi Et to get her proper ID card, in order to get a passport. Wow, my devious plan is working, so far so good. The planning of this event was tight, so I sent her 40,000 baht to get the operation. She really wants the new tits. I’m sure she knows her marketability will soar. They are the only thing she needs to have a #10 body.

While she was getting checked out by the tit doctor at Yanhee General Hospital, she was told she had water in her lungs. Oh no, the inevitable “problem.” Soon thereafter she entered Bangkok Christian Hospital for pneumonia. I’m feeling really bad for her now. She had a horrible cough and was in bad shape throughout the 2-week hospital stay. If she is bullshitting me about this, she would have to be a great actress—and I doubt she’s the Thai Nicole Kidman. I started having strong feelings for her (bad move) and just wanted her to get better. She said she “only had me” to help her with the 100,00 hospital bill. She said she had the 40,000 I sent her, 20,00 of her own money, and needed 40,000 from me to complete the bill. Against my better judgement, I sent her the 40,000. After all, she’s willing to come all the way to HK to stay with me (she’s never been on a plane and would have to do BKK to HK herself), has no one else to help her, and I guess I’m her boyfriend now. I didn’t have her checked out by a private eye because I wasn’t planning on marrying her. (Yet another bad move).

After the hospital stay she went back to her hometown to recuperate. It’s kinda funny that the first thing she does is to buy a 7,000 baht washing machine for her mom. Why did she need 40,000 from me when 33,000 would have paid the bill? Oh well, you know those Isaan girls…

The HK trip was postponed a bit, but that’s great because Wan needs time to fully recuperate when she finally gets the boob job. I’m already into this for 80,000, but send her the full 57,000 baht for the operation because:
1. I really like Wan and promised to help her buy the tits.
3. I’ve had a wonderful extended holiday with my first TG in HK before and wanted to re-create the experience.
4. Who knows? We just might fall in love?

The day after I sent the 57,000 via Western Union, I got the horrible news. My boss put the kibosh on the trip. This fucking trip was approved all the way up to the VP of Global Operations, but since the project was postponed, my boss argued that the other department should send a consultant instead of me. That bastard. I would slit his throat but he’d fire me. Either he didn’t want me to go in order to protect me (he knows what happened last time), or he’s just a jealous, controlling fuck who wants to keep me in the purgatory known as Princeton, NJ. Whatever—I’m crushed. My devious plan has just been shot to hell, probably just where it belongs. It’s over. Even worse I starting to put 2 and 2 together about Wan and realize, hey maybe I’m getting played? I called Western Union to pull the money. Too late. She picked it up 15 minutes ago. SHIT!

I called her up and asked her how her day was. She said she was staying “in her room” that night. I asked her if anything special happened that day. She said nothing. I asked her if she put the 57,000 baht in her bank because that’s a lot of money to leave in her room. She was shocked. “How did you know I got the money?” I told her the computer said she picked it up 18 minutes ago. Her attitude changed because she knew she was caught in a lie. BTW no thank you. I can’t believe I let this happen. Thinking with your dick always gets you fucked.

Within 2 months I sent Wan 137,000 baht. What can I do now? I figured if Wan did actually get the operation, this whole thing might just be worth it. I bought my ticket to visit her in Bangkok.

She was feeling better and soon went for the operation. I tried to convince her to get a size 38 or 40. Being tall (about 165 cm), thin, with a long neck and long legs, size 38 breast would be awesome. But she said the doctor recommended size 36 and went with that. I wish I was there for her during the operation, but her sister (actually cousin) “Nut” took care of her. The operation was a success and the best thing was that Wan was o.k.

I’m really getting psyched for Wan’s tits now…

It was late April 2004 and I was going to see her on May 2nd. She had some “problems with her phone” and was unreachable for a couple of days. I became suspicious and found a way to get the Bangkok Christian Hospital phone number. I called them and asked if Wan was admitted in March for pneumonia treatment. I must have talked to four or five hospital staffers until I finally got the word that they did not have any medical records for Wan. Oh no, now I really know I got played.

The following day I got through to Wan and the first thing she asked me was why I called the hospital. She said the nurse called her and told her I was asking about her stay and how much it cost. Busted. I made up some excuse that since I couldn’t reach her by phone, I thought I’d call the hospital to see if she was there. It was a lame excuse, but she accepted it. I felt bad that I didn’t believe her and was checking up on her. It's not the best way to lead into a holiday with someone, but it happened and maybe she would make a big deal out it when I see her in a few days. I sent her 6,000 baht to buy new bras and smooth things over.

DAY 1, MAY 2, 2004
I ’m in Bangkok and called Wan to meet me at the hotel. A few hours later, there she is at my door. Wow, she looked much sexier than before. She just came from the salon and her hair looked great, slightly curly, her face was perfect, and yes, her tits were large and beautiful. What a knockout! After she moved her stuff in, she presented me with all of the hospital bills. Man, I let my reactive mind get to me. The whole thing was true. She really was in the hospital. She really needed me to help her. I really felt like shit for not believing this beautiful woman sitting on my bed. I apologized for not believing her. I told her I was reading stuff on the internet about Thai gogo dancers who get a lot of money from different boyfriends and felt like I should check out her hospital story before I got to BKK. I felt guilty and ashamed.

After we got “re-acquainted” she wanted me to take pictures of her in the room. I know she just got her hair done, but this turned into some kind of slutty fashion show. A combination of short denim skirts, micro shorts, black shirt, white tube top, red shirt etc. I know this 21-22 year old is in love with her looks, and I’m a good photographer, but this event seemed strange. Soon I got into it and coaxed some pretty sexy pictures out of her. I managed to get some pictures on my MiniDV, but she kept saying “take with my camera, take with my camera.” After this, we went to Robinson’s, developed the film, and I bought her the Lancôme perfume I promised her for weeks.

This is when the phone calls began. She received a couple of calls and needed to walk away to talk. Not a good sign. Next she wanted to stop at the Internet Café. I checked my email for a few minutes and noticed Wan was sitting with an interpreter. Another bad sign. I walked over and looked at her screen. The inbox, just from the May 2 date was filled with email from guys. Some email had attachments of their pictures. She abruptly left, but I saw what I needed to see. She has boyfriends from all around the world. My heart was broken the first friggin day.

We are walking down Sukhumvit Road and the phone rings again. She needed to step away to answer. I thought, man I’ve been with this girl for only a few hours, she’s getting phone calls from different boyfriends every 15 minutes, she taking me to the Internet Café, sending email to her boyfriends, I’m paying for the minutes, everything is different from the first time I met her. I told her we needed to talk and we went for a drink at a street bar. I said I sent her the equivalent of 2 years salary that the waitress earns—the least she could do is to turn her phone off while she is with me. She explained that her “friends” were previous customers and just keeping in touch with her. I told her that’s fine, but why did she tell me for four months that she “only had me?” She said those guys didn’t matter to her and besides, if we were married, she wouldn’t talk to any other guys, it would just be me. She would not turn off the phone; it didn’t matter how much I sent her or what I just bought for her. This was a different Wan, how could she have changed so much? She got pissed because I was on to her and didn’t want to accept the situation.

DAY 2
The phone calls wouldn’t stop. One caller would call back several times in a row. It struck me, I also did that when I couldn’t reach Wan. Another annoying thing was the phone text messaging. She didn’t do this before either. I didn’t even know she had text on her phone. Boy did she get a lot of messages. She had the nerve to ask me to translate a message from “Brian” whose in the process of obtaining a USA visa for Wan. I didn’t come to BKK for this.

Around 11:00 p.m. BKK time she received a call. She left the hotel room but didn’t go far, maybe 4 meters from the door. I went to the bathroom and could hear her speak. I listened. Her voice changed and sounded really excited. “Hello My Sweetie? Are you OK my sweetie? Did you get the email I sent? Which picture did you like, the red shirt, the white shirt, the black shirt?” It went on for a few minutes then “I miss you sooooooooo much my Sweetie! I loves you!” Wow, I ruined 2 rolls of my film before I could get one to work in her dilapidated camera. I spent an hour doing the best shoot I could. Paid for the developing, and the next day she goes to the Internet Café (she was supposed to be paying her rent, which I gave her 3,000 for), has the pictures scanned and emailed them to all of her boyfriends. I really felt used and even worse, I felt stupid. I didn’t tell her I listened. If it wasn’t for those wonderful tits, she’s out the door. I simply could not resist Wan’s tits.

I woke up in the middle of the night. She sleeps like a rock, so I figured I’d swipe her phone and read some of the text messages. Here I am sitting on the toilet bowl reading messages from 11 different names then I stopped counting. Many of “Steve’s” messages including one about Mexican food at Silom Square, “BJ’s (Bjorn’s?)” dilemma with stomach cancer at the Zurich hospital. “Brian’s” pathetic “I want to fuck you” messages, and how he’s not angry that Wan doesn’t want to talk to him today. I started feeling sick. Not just because I “found out about Wan,” but I saw myself in those messages. I was just one of them. Most thinking Wan is their girlfriend, she doesn’t cheat on them, just “stays in her room.” Others (probably expats in town) texting to setup a short-time, or weekend fling.

These messages were only from the past month. Some messages coincided with the time she was supposed to be in the hospital. But I had proof she was in the hospital. What is a lie and what is the truth? This is really an emotional roller coaster. I decided not to confront her. At this point I decided that this a relationship I will not be pursuing. Why not stay the course, be myself, and do whatever it takes to make it better? After all, I’ve got a sizable investment in this girl and I did buy the tits. I might as well have some fun with them and try to make the best of this situation. It’s only one week and you know those are beautiful tits…

DAY 3
Another shocker. She tells me she has a 2-year-old boy named “Valentino.” Besides the multitudes of paying boyfriends she has, this was information I would have appreciated early on. I always make it a point to ask if a girl is married or has children if I spend more than an evening with them. She lied about this last Dec. 03. I later found out Valentino is the only male in the whole world she really loves. At least she’s a caring mother.

Wan’s cousin Nut stopped by. She needed help to fill out a UK visa in order to spend a month or two with a boyfriend. I really enjoyed helping her even though it took hours. It was extremely hot outside and in no time, Nut’s shirt was off. Here I am, filling out a UK visa with two very sexy women on my bed, both with their shirts off. Wan’s massaging her tits and I help her out. Ever massage a fresh batch of silicone? There is a certain technique: grab both of them from behind her, push up firmly, then pull them apart towards the shoulders, then push them together. Nut had hers done before and lets me squeeze / test drive them. Life is good once again. This is the highlight of the trip!

Later I barfined Nut. She works reception at a small Soi Cowboy bar. The three of us go to a ladyboy bar in Patpong for kicks. Yuck, they were all over me. One ladyboy came over and sat on my lap. Wan and Nut had a long conversation with her about her boob job. She also went to Yanhee. She had me squeeze her boobs. Not bad. After a while that got old, we cruised some bars and went home.

I was really horny after we took our showers, but Wan didn’t want to have sex. She went straight to bed and cuddled the fucking teddy bear I brought her from America. I was disappointed and frustrated.

I went to sleep and had a nightmare. I dreamt that Wan was checking her email on my Mac laptop then left the room. Her inbox was on screen. I read an email from someone she was engaged to in America. I read another one from a guy from a Swiss guy who loves her, and then I woke up in a cold sweat.

I’ve only had sex with this girl a couple of times, no sex in the morning, everything is different from the last time I was with her, no movies, no HK trip, I’m having nightmares, did I say no sex in the morning. I snuck out, found a carpark freelancer by the Nana hotel and did short-time in some sleazy, decrepit room on Soi 3 at 3:30 a.m. How pathetic, I’m cheating on a call girl with seven paying boyfriends and worrying if she going to wake up when I return. This girl really has me under her thumb.

DAY 4
Wan and I sleep late. Wan has to go out to meet Nut. I’m thinking this has got to be the day everything turns around and I’m going to make it happen. I make plans for us to go to a really nice restaurant for dinner.

When Wan returns she told me about her friend, a rich 50-60 year old farang who retired to BKK. He’s never barfined her, just a good friend. Wan and Nut went over to visit. His friend came into town to visit, and wanted a girl. Wan said the old guy wanted her, but she didn’t go with him because she has a boyfriend. Nut did him short time for 2,000 before she goes to work. (I think they both did him—a “Wan and Nut” sandwich?)

I’ve learned most of Nut’s life story by now. She has a really good personality and speaks good English. She is also very attractive and sexy, though her face is not as beautiful as Wan’s. I know about her failed marriage, how often she gets barfined (very often), how often she does short-time before work, etc. Besides this, I could see Nut is a nice person—a good person—probably will make someone a good wife someday. I hope she ends up with that bloke in the UK.

We had a nice time at the restaurant and went back the room and finally “made a movie.” We were getting along o.k. I was glad I stuck it out this long and maybe I could enjoy Wan’s new tits tomorrow?

Wan wasn’t rubbing her business in my face. She didn’t take me to the Internet Café anymore. Frequent text messaging also slowed down and I certainly didn’t want to check her phone again at night because the future of the relationship was already a foregone conclusion. Phone calls received in my presence, diminished to only one—the 11:00ish p.m. call.

Like clockwork, she got the call again that night. She left the room. I listened again through the bathroom hallway window. “Hello my sweetie! I miss you sooooooo much. Today Nut and me went to see old friend. His friend was in town looking for lady. He wanted to go with me, but I told him I have boyfriend. I love youuuuu my sweetie!”

I was feeling so jealous. I know what’s going on. She keeps her story straight by telling / emailing / texting all of her boyfriends / customers the same thing. She obviously told the rest of her boyfriends she is going somewhere the mobile doesn’t work, so they stopped calling for a while. The 11:00 p.m. caller is probably close to sending either the salary, or big money to help with some “problem.” That’s why she could not stop taking his calls. I remembered each time I was about to send her money, she would answer my call no matter where she was, or whom she was with. Even called me a couple of times each day. She had the same high-pitched cute fake voice I just heard—“Hello my sweetie! I miss you sooooooo much my sweetie! I want to suck your dick right now my sweetie.” It’s the routine just before the payment is sent. Build up your ego and get you horny so you complete the procedure and send the money. It all became perfectly clear and logical. My real world TG education is now complete thanks to my Private Dancer.

DAY 5
Yet another day that Wan had to “do something” in the afternoon. She needed to go to her friend’s daughter’s birthday party. I take the opportunity to go to Eden Club to deliver a message from my good friend to the proprietor. I could have gone short time with a couple of the lovelies there, but I was a bit depressed from the epiphany I had the night before.

When she finally got home from the party she was in a good mood. I realized this girl likes two things, eating and shopping. I took her to Central for jeans shopping.

We had fun. She picked out a couple of cool shirts for me…I bought them…She modeled half a dozen jeans…I bought a pair for her…She was relaxed, I was relaxed, things are getting better and were having fun…Until the taxi ride home.

We get to Soi 4 and the 11:00 phone calls comes now at 10:15. She takes the call, while in the cab with me! I thought that was rude. Less than 5 mins and we are at the hotel, she can call him back, right? She asked him if he got the email she sent that day, etc. I can’t believe it, I’m right next to her. She obviously didn’t care at all about my feelings, or me. The taxi driver pulled over about 200 meters from our hotel. I told him, “no the hotel is over there, go straight!” SHE PUT HER HAND OVER MY MOUTH! She didn’t want her boyfriend to hear my voice. That was it, I had enough. Now I had the catastrophic event powerful enough for me to actually end this relationship, more powerful than the attraction of Wan’s tits.

She went upstairs and I stayed outside to get my head straight. Should I tell her to take her tits and get the fuck out? Shit! I did my laundry earlier in the day and asked her if she needed anything washed. Of course she gave me every piece of clothing in her bag (you know those Isaan girls). The laundry place was off site, a 15-minute walk from the hotel in a slum across the highway. She’ll never find the place to retrieve her laundry. I’ll have to wait till the morning.

I got back to room and explained that she hurt my feelings. I did not scream or curse at her, although my voice did get loud. I have five different Thai / English dictionaries and looked up the word “respect” and made sure she understood that she did not respect me, or my feelings, by taking that phone call. “Why did you take that call?” I asked, but I already knew the answer. It must have been the payday thing. She eventually muttered that she was sorry. “The Boss” actually said she was sorry, what a breakthrough!

We went to Cowboy and I barfined Nut. The three of us went around the corner to a nice seafood place. After that we went to a couple of gogos in the Cowboy. When Wan went to the ladies room, I had the opportunity to tell Nut how bad I felt about the call. I told Wan should have been honest to me about her other boyfriends. When Wan returned, Nut playfully slapped Wan’s head. I really liked Nut. I was able to say my good-byes to her, knowing that I’ll never see her again. Wan and I went home and she slept like a baby, cuddling that fucking teddy bear.

DAY 6, MAY 7, 2004
Another scorching day in BKK. I woke up and immediately did the laundry run. When I got back, Wan was up surprisingly and we took our showers. After she got dressed I had the talk with her. I told her I didn’t want to play games anymore. It was over. I wanted her to leave. I was calm, direct and focused.

She was shocked. She said she didn’t want to finish like this. She said we could have a great time for the last 2 days. I continued getting her things together, assembling the shampoo, conditioner, various skin creams, face foams, bubble baths, CDs, clothes, several gifts from America—I didn’t realize I gave her so much stuff that week. It was a compelling moment. She tried her best to change my mind. I was determined to write off my loss, and do whatever it took to get her out that door. I’m not sure what made her more upset, the fact that someone actually broke up with the “The Boss”, or the fact that she was not going to get the 20,000 baht goodbye gift at the airport. We hugged for a while and she left.

Five minutes later the phone rang. It was Wan. She wanted to come back. She said she would get a mother’s day gift for my Mom. She said she had a nice gift for me in her room. At that moment, her Sim card expired and we were disconnected. I pulled the plug from the wall.

That afternoon I wandered down Sukhumvit Rd. and did some street shopping. You know the usual, XXX videos, switchblades, a gift for my nieces, the usual stuff to get your mind off a TG. A girl stopped me. It was one of Wan’s cousins, a girl I probably met last Dec. I didn’t recognize her. I was able to tell her my side of the story. She said Wan was crying in her room and wanted me to call her. I was not going to call no matter what.

The funny thing was that this girl told me she and Nut “coached” Wan to “only be with me” during the week. If Wan listened to them, turned off her phone, hid her business, spent more time with me and treated me like she did last Dec., she would have milked a lot more money from me, probably for months. Luckily for me, she revealed her ways and I was able to get out relatively unscathed.

They say, “everything happens for a reason.” As it turned out, I could hardly spend five days with this girl. If the HK trip did go happen, It would have been much harder to kick Wan out. I would have had a terrible time and probably would have been distracted from my work. Maybe the project would have been affected?

My vacation ended on a good note, long-timing a very affectionate dancer from, ironically, the 2nd floor of Nana, and the next evening going short time with another Nana dancer I knew from the Dec. trip.

EPILOGUE
I have dated Thai bargirls before. I fell madly in love with one and married her—unfortunately that relationship ended with a mutual tragedy. Since that experience I’ve had the pleasure of dating some “normal” non-nightlife TGs and barfining many Filipina and TGs. I have to admit I prefer slutty TG BGs. I went a long time before becoming involved with a stereotypical, manipulative person like Wan.

I made several key mistakes: keeping Wan’s phone number, calling her, taking pictures of her, taking video (nothing brings back the intimate moments you’ve shared together like video—DON’T DO IT), getting involved in her life etc. I was vulnerable because of my desire to have her with me on that ill-fated trip to HK. I did however learn some lessons like tits aren’t everything and never give money to a Thai woman unless you can do it in person, after having sex. But hey, I thought I knew those things before?

You can read 500 Stick submissions, Private Dancer, Hello My Big Honey, and other informative books and articles on prostitution in Thailand, but you can’t compare book / internet reading to real-life experience. I was affected by Wan and Nut in a profound way. I caught a true glimpse into the Thai prostitution underworld. When I finally “got it” I felt like Neo in The Matrix, when he was able to see through the Matrix, right down to the code. It all became exposed to him. The reality of the nightlife became exposed to me.

Yes, I was played. Yes, I “lost the plot.” Yes, I am the guy that bought Wan’s tits. But maybe you did too?

Stickman says:

Some people just have to touch the flame.