Any place to find Viet ladies in BKK?
I know that Vietnam or Cambodia is the place to find them, but I am going to be in BKK. I am just wondering if there are any places that might have Viet girls?
Thanks in advance
Back in the 'Kok after many years
It had been many a year since the Shooter visited Bangkok. After a particularly doleful period in various unpleasant places, he decided that it would be a rejuvenating, energising, and above all, testicle-emptying experience.
Reading an article on China, he noted that expats now refer to Beijing as “The Jing”. So surely it is highly appropriate to call BKK “The Kok”.
The Shooter had only a few days to spare, and fearing to mingle with the tattoo-and-chips holiday brigade, he opted to treat himself to a business class bum-lodging on Emirates, and 5-start billeting at the JW Marriott. The Shooter can confirm previous reports that this is an excellent hotel, and totally guest friendly. However, if what you are seeking is purely a commodious sleep-and–shagging station, at THB6800 there are surely more cost-effective alternatives.
The trip from airport to hotel was simplicity itself. Downstairs to the taxi rank. The cute young attendant asked what hotel, she wrote it on a slip of paper and handed it over with a prolonged unsmiling gaze. In the UK, it would be interpreted as a “death stare”, but that doesn’t exist in Asian culture. What could it mean? The Shooter shrugged it off, and 15 mins and THB400 later, he was at the hotel.
By 2pm the Shooter was ready to prowl. But what would be the perfect initialisation routine? The Shooter had performed a massive amount of research, but had committed the cardinal error of failing to design an itinerary. So where to go first? Analysis Paralysis. Fortunately, the Shooter’s long-time wingman, the Accountant had arrived the day before. An intensely logical fellow, he would be sure to find the optimum solution.
The afternoon timing suggested a massage joint. Soapy or oily? If oily, what point along the ‘sexiness’ scale should one go? Having just disembarked from a long journey, a legit massage was logical, but one with a guaranteed happy ending. Hence Sazanka was selected. In retrospect, the Eden Club would have been a better choice. Get the ‘Big One’ out of the way first, when the fuel tank is full; otherwise you never feel quite up to it.
Sazanka was easy to find in Washington Square. But at 4pm there were few choices, only about 5 ladies. Each had a rating. The Shooter selected the top-ranked one, but that was the somewhat unimpressive score of 28%. She was cute until she smiled. Nature had not nurtured her knashers. A case of unorthodox orthodontics. The desirability of a BJ receded in the Shooter’s mind.
Note that this joint has a 2-location massage. First upstairs to disrobe. Then downstairs to the wet room. This is where you are washed, scrubbed and salted. Then back upstairs for the massage, which is mostly under hot towels. This is how the Koreans like it, apparently. The Shooter was unimpressed. The guy down the hall was having fun however: gales of laughter. Probably he got Miss 72%.
Well, Sazanka has received some serious praise on this forum, but the Shooter’s experience was average. This is not a place to include in a 4-day itinerary. YMMV. Massage is intended to be invigorating & cleansing, which it is, but it is definitely not sensual. The HJ was skilful but impersonal. She sat at the end of the massage table so that the ‘feel-up’ facility was unavailable.
Above all, do not visit a HJ parlour with several days’ sperm inventory – you just cannot hold it for long and you miss out on the delicious build-up techniques so glowingly described by previous posters.
Cost was THB1380 for the ‘full monty’ 2 hour massage. Tipped 500.
How had the Accountant fared? As a massage aficionado, surely his experience was superior. Imagine the Shooter’s amazement when he meekly confessed that despite strenuous and skilful ministrations, his member had not coughed. This was not due to shagged-out syndrome. The Accountant applies the same rigid control to his jism as his finances. There can be no outgoings unless he is in control. Which means he has never come from a HJ or BJ, unless self-administered. But he really enjoyed it anyway, and he tipped 300, as calculated by his computer model. Truly a rare individual.
The strenuous massage and the sudden loss of semen had left the Shooter in dire need of sustenance. So on the way back to the hotel the intrepid duo stopped off at Nana Entertainment Plaza. The beer bars were full, so hopped over the road to Annie’s Bar. Spotted the legendary Annie’s Massage close by; made a note. Annie’s Bar was very quiet, but the Accountant was soon enraptured by a slim 19-year-old with a different ‘look’. He soon set about enticing her back to his lair; not too difficult a task, surmised the Shooter.
The Shooter was lumbered with her 24-year-old mate, whose scintillating conversation included nary a word of English. Nevertheless, there was a connection, she possessed a certain je ne said quoi, and the Shooter readily agreed to the Accountant’s proposition of a short time at the hotel. He applied the Black-Scholes formula to derive the ST price of 1500.
Back to Marriott to test out the bedsprings for the first time. What an excellent experience. Grappling like teenagers on the bed, followed by a fumbling disrobing, and the delightful discovery of a very wet pussy. Welcome to Thailand. No time for a shower, straight into sucky fucky in many and varied positions, eventually completing in highly satisfactory fashion. Tremendous stuff and real GFE.
At last the Shooter realised why people like to come to Thailand. Why the fuck did he arrange only a 4 day sojourn?
The Accountant’s experience was similar. He took her number and estimated at 87.4% chance of hooking up with her again.
There was still time to catch a few beers in NEP. Hit several bars. Some sucked and some didn’t. Angelwitch was the best of those visited. The Shooter was pleased to note that his ladyboy radar was fully operational, even after many years’ absence. In this respect he was able to rescue the hapless Accountant from several unwise hook-ups.
It was fun to stand in the street and watch the zoo at closing time. Men, women katoeys and elephants. Buzzed by sex & alcohol, the Shooter was in benign spirits. Bless ‘em all, the long and the tall and the short. Surprisingly, the last chance saloon of Nana car park contained several stunners. Nonetheless, the Accountant counselled conservation of remaining body fluids until the morrow, so he and the Shooter trudged back to the hotel alone and happy.
Thus endeth the Shooter’s missive of his first day in the ‘Kok. More to follow.
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Bar Fines late into the evening
The Rainbow group will charge a full barfine even one minute before closing. I experienced the same problem at the Rainbow 4? (the one on the second floor).
Misty's A Go Go in Pattaya is the same way. Some Pattaya bars reduce the barfine as the evening goes on.