Oh jet lag, why doth though fetter me so?
So this is a continuation of the previous post, a blow-by-blow account of my first night back in Pattaya. There is no point here, so if you are not interested in details for the sake of details, may I recommend you skip this long post.
Summary:
- fatigue becomes an issue
- went to Happy Agogo, nothing there for me
- went to Dollhouse, felt used and exploited, wont return
- went to Baccara, pleasantly surprised by the offerings, picked out a superb grl, the subject of the next post.
As I walked up away from WS on beach rd, I realized I was less walking and more staggering. Wtf? I was suddenly very, very tired. Wow, this was not part of the plan. My mind searched frantically for an explanation that would lead to a positive outcome, and I settled on the following. I had lunch at 12noon in BKK, and spent the afternoon on a bumpy bus down to Pattaya, depriving my body of sustenance. And then I had noodles, pad siu no less, which flooded my body with pure carbs in a matter of minutes. So the natural after-dinner sleepiness was the problem. Or was it jet lag??
Starbucks to the rescue. “Short Americano, three shots please...yes, triple shots...no, not extra shot, TWO extra shots...yes, triple. Yes, triple. Thank you.” 30 minutes later, appropriately buzzed, I walked back down WS. It was now 8:15, and WS was still a cemetery. My recollection from January/February was that most gogo bars open at 8pm, some at 9pm. I remembered Happy Agogo is an early opener, so I made a beeline. My crotch was feeling definitively under-inspired, and I needed some jiggling bums and bouncing smiles to get my motor running.
To my utter despair, as I walked up that alley way, the door men signaled to me that they were closed. Umm...kill me now. Is Pattaya under curfew? Are all these places dead? I began to see red. I mean, those damned red shirts, how dare they mess with my sexual indulgences. But to my relief, they shouted to me “5 minutes”. Ah, ok, so I was just early, at 8:15.
So I popped my earphones on, cranked up the Ipod and walked gently down WS towards Jom Tien. As I approached the end, I saw a sign for Starbucks, and I thought it wouldn't do much harm, so that's where I sat for the next 30 minutes, nursing another triple-shot (yes, three shots...) Americano.
30 minutes later with a grand total of six shots inside me, I was veritably giddy, bouncing like a high school kid on his way to the prom expecting to pop his girlfriend's cherry. I skittled my way through the still uncrowded WS (it was now 8:50) to the sound of Radiohead on my Ipod wailing about what a creep he is. Yeah, you and me both.
Happy Agogo did not disappoint – I entered to the sight of six bums jiggling at a thousand jiggles per second. Butt flesh, what is it not good for? By sheer habit, I ordered a draft, cursing myself as soon as I did – the alcohol will do nothing but compound my fatigue. But I sipped slowly, draining it over thirty minutes or so. At which point Kik, a hostess, began the inevitable press for more drinks/lady drinks. So I politely paid up and walked.
I thought that six shots of espresso will work wonders for two hours or so, after which I was expecting the mother of all coffee-crashes. I figured I had to tie up a commitment fairly soon. So I decided to skip the regular run of gogo bars and try to find a girl that I had been thinking of for the last 3 months – Nan from Dollhouse.
I walked in, and I knew things were not quite right from the get go. The lights were far dimmer than I remember, and there were 5 girls on stage, not the usual 12-15. Also, the girls were wearing drab, dark clothing, not the fluorescent green string bikinis that I remember. I was ushered into a booth, and I looked around for the mama san with whom I had built a rapport three months earlier. Uh-oh, mama san was different. Crap.
Next, I scanned the stage for Nan, unsuccessfully. Crap. I scanned the floor for her, finding no one. Crap. I ordered my drink (water), and began the inexorable scrutiny of the legs and asses on stage. Of the six girls, four were non-distinct with rather generic Thai body shapes. One girl was distinctly non-Thai in that she was large, very large with cottage-cheese thighs. And that left one girl with potential. So I started looking her over seriously, wondering if it might be worth the effort.
Before I could make headway in this decision, one of the generic girls popped into the booth and began the perky 'where you from' routine'. I complied, “America”. Predictably, she was confused. “But you no look Amelikaaa.” Oh Jeez, must we do the whole dog and pony show? Thankfully, before I could show my irritation (remember, I was tired and cranky), her friend arrived for the double team. 30 seconds later, the ask for the double lady drink was made. As per the ritual, I balked, which was followed by the obligatory crotch rub and neck nuzzle. “How about now, two lady drinks?” I said, “Sorry, gotta go”. So girl #1 pulls off her bra and my hand is pressed into the rather meager offerings while girl #2 pulls my other hand onto her ass and starts to help massage the soft but unplentisome flesh there. Ok, at least they are working for their drinks. So I relented, bought each a drink. We fooled around for another 10 minutes, when mama san descended and started to press for either a double BF or another set of drinks. So I paid up and left. As I got my change, the waitress and mama san scuttled over and begged for tips. Why? I walked out, to their curses about what a bad man I am. What Ev.
So my plans with Nan were a bust. Now where? I needed a comfortable place to sit and work out a plan. I remembered Baccara as a large, spacious and comfortable place, albeit filled with very pushy girls. So I was a little hesitant to go there, but it was close by and I wanted the comfort of those lounge chairs to work out a plan for the rest of the evening.
I walked in and usher-guy tries to stick me on a stool at the corner of the stage. No son, that will not do. So he takes me over to a lounger in the very middle of the stage – a perfect location. Good man, now go get me some water. As I sat down (I mean literally, as I was in the process of sitting down), I was faced with the most spectacular set of butt cheeks I have seen in a long time. Round, firm, bubbled, sitting atop slim, curvy sexy legs. Ok, so what kind of hideous face awaits me when I look up...wow, very cute. High cheek bones, a beautiful smile, alluring eyes, and an engaging expression (i.e., not the 'I don't give a fuck, I'm a princess and if you insist, I will suck your dick for 1000B, but I wont like it, and I wont pretend to like it either' expression). She was dancing like she was enjoying it, not the gogo shuffle. Dare I think it? Do we have a winner?
To cut a long story short, she disappeared after her dance for a good half hour. During this time, I pondered grabbing one of two possible alternates, but just before I took the plunge, my patience paid off by the beauty-butt girl's re-appearance on stage. We spent the next 10 minutes making energizing, scintillating eye contact, smiles, blow-kisses and the whole lot. When the rotation changed, she made her way to me and sat down on my lap.
To my surprise, she was topless. I had not even noticed this fact as we had courted each other for the last 10 minutes! What's more, her breasts were substantial and pretty – well proportioned, pink nipples atop large, B/C sized cups, generally pointing in the right direction. What a bonus. So I groped her, caressed her, fondled very gently, and she crotch-ground, bounced up and down, rubbed my nipples, etc, you know, the usual. 23 years old, Isaan, 10 months in Pattaya. So anyway, we sealed the deal, I paid up while she went to get her stuff. 600Baht BF, 105 for lady drink and 99 for my drink. Weird pricing.
She arrived back wearing a frilly white polka-dotted miniskirt thing which made her look like she was 18 years old. Delightful. As we walked out she told me that she worked in another gogo bar too, the name of which I just could not decipher. She kept saying “Keffen”, and after 3-4 repetitions, she told me it was new and would I like to go see it? I thought it might be worth a gander, so we went.
It turns out it IS new, it's called Cavern (“Keffen”), and is a little hard to see (I had not even seen it walking past it twice earlier today). It is just before Lucifer Disco. Anyway, it has a cave motif, and is just packed full of girls. I was amazed as to the girl-to-guy ratio – there were perhaps 40 girls in there with no more than 8 or 9 guys. Many of the girls were indistinguishable, but there were some lookers too. So this girl tried to get me to buy her friend a drink, which I agreed to because I wanted to scope the place out. So we chit chatted for a while (all three of us), and I was kind of expecting the offer of a threesome. One never actually materialized, but my girl did at one point tell me that she regularly engages in the sexy show (“SEKK-si shoh”), during which she even does a lesbian show. I suppose that was a hint, but I ain't into that, so I let it pass.
We eventually broke out of there, by which time it was 11pm. I was seriously feeling the coffee crash at this point, and I was a little worried. So I discretely popped a half Cialis into my mouth as we walked back to the hotel. My next post is about the bedroom events.
Finally, I would say that the quality of girls in Baccara was definitely better this time than when I went in there in January. There are two stages (one upstairs, one downstairs), and like the place in BKK, the A team works the ground floor. There were easily 40 girls in the downstairs portion, and perhaps 20 guys. And there are some very pretty little things to be had. But all of this can change in the space of a week.