Pattaya Reports

[Explorer8939]

I'll refer to my younger days when I used to date strippers from where I'm from. The second you have given them $20 for a lap dance it becomes EXTREMELY difficult for them to see you as anything more than a customer. It was MUCH easier to date a stripper who I never spent a cent on. Not even buying them a drink while they were working.

What about all the alcohol you buy your girls who drink at your place and pass out. Isn't that over and above paying for services rendered?

As someone else posted, you are only referring to Jai Dee from a bar perspective. Thai girls always want to help out other Thais in need. It's how they are brought up. They are extremely proud to be Jai Dee.

We really must hobby in a totally different Thailand. Maybe a different scale of girl quality and earning capabilities? Higher end gogo girls vs Soi Pothole girls? Anyone else see a difference in girl quality and behavior?

EXACTLY! Let me guess none of these girls are from Soi Pothole!

You are thrashing around, trying to make a point about something.

Let me make it easy for you:

If a bargirl sends you a message with a sad story about needing money, the best response is no response. Once you respond, you will get more sadness. And if you send money, you get zero in return, and the bargirl will likely use the money for her gambling habit.

One lady I know racked up 2 million baht in gambling debts. Her Thai husband sold his farm to pay the debt. Once his money was gone, the bargirl left him for another man who has more cash.

As for "jai dee" among bargirls, nope. It's common for bargirls to borrow from other bargirls and never pay back.

I have 2 ladies sleeping next to me now. One is a borrower, the other is a lender. I guess the lender just accepted that she will never be paid back.

[TooDirty]

For my last two days in Pattaya I decided to go all out in exploring the Gentleman's Clubs.

Great series of posts. My plans for next time visiting Pattaya were also for the GCs that I've recently seen some you tube videos on, but haven't visited previously. Sounds like an even better experience than I'd imagined they'd be. Almost like a visit to Bogota's Santa Fe clubs without the feeling that I might get killed. Only thing that could make it better would be if Pattaya was 70 degrees F. LOL Big in Pattaya favor is Thai food and massages too. LOL I only wish I was going to get there sooner!

[Banana Boi]

Once you send them money for nothing, you're just an ATM with a cellphone.

Once you pay a girl 2000 baht for LT at your home you are labelled as an ATM. What's the difference?

I'll refer to my younger days when I used to date strippers from where I'm from. The second you have given them $20 for a lap dance it becomes EXTREMELY difficult for them to see you as anything more than a customer. It was MUCH easier to date a stripper who I never spent a cent on. Not even buying them a drink while they were working.

My advice: pay for services rendered, nothing more. Remember, there is no such thing as gratitude in Thailand, its an alien concept. "Jai dee" = " good heart" = "sucker".

What about all the alcohol you buy your girls who drink at your place and pass out. Isn't that over and above paying for services rendered?

As someone else posted, you are only referring to Jai Dee from a bar perspective. Thai girls always want to help out other Thais in need. It's how they are brought up. They are extremely proud to be Jai Dee.

I know one lady who posts photos of herself (when she was 18) on Facebook, collects Facebook friends from lonely men (she has 5,000), and then sends messages to them claiming poverty and she just needs 1,000 baht for food. When she amasses 30,000 baht, she buys gold for her Thai boyfriend.

We really must hobby in a totally different Thailand. Maybe a different scale of girl quality and earning capabilities? Higher end gogo girls vs Soi Pothole girls? Anyone else see a difference in girl quality and behavior?

I've had regular s who I've seen many many times. Not once has anyone asked for money for Buffalo Medicine.

EXACTLY! Let me guess none of these girls are from Soi Pothole!

[GentileBear]

Dude!

TF is the easiest way to get a fleelancer in your room! But, only AFTER 6 PM or 7 PM to be sure! Most of these girls sleep all day like vampires, bc they tend to wake up when the sun goes down, Hahahaha!

Please try again! And pick two or three girls, bc some 'need 1/2 hours to be ready' even if it's a 15 minute ride on the motobike-taxi.

Good Luck!

Ok. Thanks. This might be another factor because I am a mid afternoon tourist -and I wake up EARLY. So I will need to force myself to change.

Yeah I have had good luck in other countries online and my profile is very boring and same same but different. I'll be boots on the ground in a week!

[Ibn Buttita]

For my last two days in Pattaya I decided to go all out in exploring the Gentleman's Clubs. On a Friday morning I sought out Babylon Club on Soi Bong Koch, to find that it was the other Babylon that opened before noon. So I went a couple of minutes walk around the corner to the strip of GCs on Bong Koch 8. Some were open here in the 11:00 hour. At Purple I wasn't discerning enough and sat quickly with a slim slightly older and plain-ish lady and bought her a drink for her time and her willingness to feel me and let me feel hers, but I wanted to keep my powder dry for more appealing targets. I had the opposite problem at Amsterdam a couple of doors down, where the one available girl of the two there was rather cute, but though friendly (wiping my face with a cold towel on entry), even when I bought her a drink she acted like we were at a Sunday School picnic, resisting any hands-on exploration. It was just as well that this prudish encounter did not lead anywhere, since as we were sitting at a table the power on the whole block went out, leaving the place stifling, and any physical activity in an uncooled room on this scorcher of a day would not have been viable.

Things did not get any better at my next stops: I popped into Pirates to see an overly-seasoned crew, and at Bada Bing only one lady. I thought my fortunes had turned at 007, where pretty, slender young thing Ing happily accepted a lady drink offer, but clammed up like an awkward first date, and when I proposed some alone time she said that she did not go to the room. She was clearly just honey to attract the flies, but at least flies get a taste!

By this time Babylon Club was open so I returned there, and things improved a lot. The place was not busy but still had an energy to it. It also had ladies in slutty schoolgirl outfits, and I perved on a busty brace-faced cutie named Sunny, who has a smile to match her name. On the couch I had plans to liberate her titties from Sunny's tight white shirt, but she alerted me to a sign on the wall mandating tequila shots be purchased for this privilege. Forget that, I just took her upstairs, where in the excellent room (large, with big bed and a wall mirror; B350, B1500 for Sunny), where I got further than third base, a step beyond my record when I was in high school.

My main afternoon destination was Maggie May to see Ying, with whom I had been Line-ing about a reunion. But I had more exploring to do, and checked out Excite Club, just a bit down the soi that splits off Soi Pothole at Triangle Bar. At midafternoon it had a bunch of ladies outside the front door, a mix of ages and generally appealing; even the older ones were pretty damn sexy in hot outfits, like one in a kind of fishnet bodysuit. As I entered a friendly, slender 30-ish lady, Gip, joined me at the bar and I ordered a drink; she was very hands-on in all the right places (and me returning the favor on her) as we sat watching other amorous couples and scantily dressed ladies. As I mentioned getting a room, I saw across the bar a petite adorable doll of a girl, and asked Gip if we could invite her to join us for a threesome. Gip quickly called Urn over where we got cozy over another drink, and then moved upstairs (room B600, B1,500 for each girl). I lay down and the girls alternated sitting on my face and riding my cock. I made sure that Urn (who looked a lot younger than her 25 years) had the last turn playing cowgirl so I could look up at her super-cute face while she bounced her tiny body up and down to make me cum.

I didn't have far to walk to get to Maggie May, where Ying was expecting me. This time we ended upstairs in a huge room, and made good use of the big bed. This sequel had the same energy as the first, although maybe we were a little too active, as at one point we knocked on top of us a panel of a three-part painting of a near-naked lady.

The next was my final day in Pattaya, and I wanted to check off some final Gentleman's Clubs. I had to contend with the second-straight election weekend bar closure, which meant that a number of GC's were taking the day off and I had to find ones that were open.

Babylon Lounge of Third Road was one, and I turned up around noon. Three or four were on hand, and I went with the youngest looking of the bunch, curvy Ammy. Her fabulous big boobs and round ass wowed me as we shared a solid session.

But some girls in this business take you to the next level. That was the case with the last stop on my trip, LaPoste on Soi Lengkee (a street I was familiar with from having stayed in a hotel there years ago, and on this trip from my several burger meals at the incomparable Hunger Pangs). LaPoste gave off a neighborhood bar vibe, but unlike Cheers I wasn't greeted with a shout of my name, but with the 5 or 6 girls present lining up and calling out a Hello,. I knew what was in store from their skimpy outfits, and having seen two of them shirtless with boobs out and doing shots with other customers before they joined the receiving line. As I drank a cold beer, ladies came up to me one by one, either a little too chunky or otherwise not my type.

Until along came Wan, a slender, attractive lady in her late-20's. I invited her to sit with me, and as soon as I bought her a lady drink she slipped off her shirt to reveal very pretty breasts. Fondling ensued, as well as some of the most spine-tingling tongue kissing I could remember. The electricity extended to the room upstairs, where Wan showed off impressive BJ skills and flexibility. This was a session worth extending, and we ended up going two hours (B300 per hour for the room, B1,000 each hour for Wan), an ideal way to close out this Pattaya reprise.

[Ibn Buttita]

Midway through my visit, I had barely scratched the surface of the Pattaya gentleman's club scene (not that I could have in a visit of just over a week). The one I really wanted to see was Maggie May on Soi Chaipoon, based on videos I had seen online and Discord group posts, but mostly because the Rod Stewart classic song was stuck in my head. I sought it out this afternoon as much a refuge as a playground, as I dashed from one bar doorway to the next dodging the rain, finally making it across the street to get underneath Maggie May's sheltering porch.

In my rush to get inside I did not get a good look at the girls sitting on the porch, and none were inside, after ordering a cider I figured I would have to go outside again and scout. No need, as I was brought a girl in her mid-20's with a bright smile, Ying. She and I sat down in and over her lady drink to chat and watch music videos. Well-spoken in English, she told me, that she had just come from Isaan at the suggestion of her friend who worked there.

While we sat close, this was no Camel Toe, as my arm around her was as forward as Ying let me get. So when I arranged to take her upstairs (300 for the room, 1,000 for her afterward), I was not surprised when the mamasan said that I was her first customer. But Ying lived up to the saying about the quiet ones being the wildest. Once she got me in the shower she knelt down and gave me an introductory blowjob. When we eventually moved to the bed, then came the rolling like thunder (more British '70's music on my mind, thanks Elton. . .). Literally in this case, since outside the window the rain came down as lightning flashed, making for a romantic setting as we cozied up, Ying was not shy here either, kissing deeply and riding me energetically, a scene I won't soon forget since the mirrors on the walls on either side of the bed produced a view of Ying after Ying bouncing on my cock as they receded into infinity.

On returning downstairs, I declined Ying's suggesting to sit for a while (and buy her a lady drink, naturally), because I had more clubs to see. I decided to stretch my legs and find one that does not get a lot of attention, Club M. The walk down a lane off Third Road passed some roadside shrines, and it was amazing how rural it felt a couple of blocks off the busy street.

Club M though was located on the ground floor of a newish looking residential building, and the interior was just as modern, with the feel of a chic lounge. It was to Maggie May's neighborhood bar atmosphere what slick Catflaps was to rough-around-the-edges Camel Toe. A handful of guys were there, paired up with ladies for the most part, and I followed suit when a lady came over to me. Fon was from Laos, around 30 years old, and her English was quite good. This and her friendly manner made for some good conversation at first, but eventually I wearied of the small talk, and while Fon was not bad looking at all, I just wasn't feeling a connection.

Another GC I read about was King's, and it sounded like it had Camel Toe's old school vibe. After making the walk to its Third Road location I discovered it did have a lot in common with CT it wasn't glitzy, and there was some raunchy activity with topless girls playing billiards. It had probably 10 women there, but unlike CT I didn't see any I liked, most older than I was looking for.

The next night I sampled another homey place, Hangover Lounge on an alley off Second Road. It was 11 PM and the neon lights and noise coming from inside suggested it was open, but it took a while for someone to let me in. It became clear that this was because of the good time being had inside, and the level of inebriation. It was a small group, the very friendly Australian owner and his Thai wife and a couple of Europeans, one of whom was interacting with one of the two girls on hand, a hottie stripped down to thong panties. The company was fun, the only disappointment being that after the other guy left and I bought Som a lady drink, she put her clothing back on. When the owner's wife asked if I wanted to go to a room with Som I begged off, seeing her level of booziness as a sure recipe for disaster. I think this would be a go-to place for me if I was a resident or regular visitor, it's very welcoming and fun, especially if you share the owner's taste in classic rock.

[Ibn Buttita]

My goal for this trip was to try out the Gentleman's Club scene, which did not figure into my last visit a decade ago, and in fact which I had not heard of until I watched some YouTube videos preparing for this visit. With a Koh Larn excursion and the Saturday night-Sunday alcohol ban, it took a couple of days for me to dive in.

I dove in deep, into Camel Toe on Monday afternoon. It can only be described as the ultimate old school roadhouse, something like a trucker bar. At first glance things seemed pretty tame, with only a handful of girls present, but when I eventually noticed a topless girl playing pool I knew I was in the right place.

Sitting back in a barstool on a high table at the back of the bar, soon Nan approached me, a cute, thick-bodied girl, and a lady drink opened the door for some French kissing and feeling the boobs she released from her shirt. While I did that I made eye contact with another girl playing pool, taller, cuter, and a bit thicker than Nan. She came over and Nan told me this was her sister plausible, but maybe she was just a cousin.

Either way, I couldn't resist the idea of getting it on with two sisters in public, so I bought a drink for Poi and unzipped my pants to let my hard on pop out. The sisters took turns bending over to apply their lips and stroking it when not sucking. This was perfection: drinking a cold beer while getting blown to the sounds of Kenny Rogers "The Gambler. ".

We had no privacy curtain around us here, but I wanted to go deeper with these kissing cousins (or whatever they were) and so we waited for the new bedroom at Camel Toe, just opened that day, to become available. When it did we occupied it and started in on hot threesome. I mean hot literally, because the air conditioning in the room was not working. We made due with a fan, while keeping the door open, covering the doorway with a curtain. I wonder if that did anything to prevent sounds from escaping and scandalizing the other patrons, the genteel clientele they seemed to be.

The fan and semi-closed door didn't do too much in terms of keeping us cool. Nan, Poi, and I got very sweaty as they alternated sitting on my face and sucking me off or riding me. These curvy cuties had a lot of energy, and I expended a lot of my own as I slapped their asses doing them in doggy. Well worth the thousand Baht for each of them plus 300 room fee. Camel Toe turned out to be the perfect way to dip my own toe into Pattaya's gentleman's club scene.

After Camel Toe I bolted for Catflaps, part of the same ownership group. If there was ever a "same same but different" deal, this was it. The fun of Camel Toe, but with an elevated air to it (girls in elegant red dresses, and a gleaming, modern lounge interior, plus cider on tap! A much less intimate place than CT, Catflaps had many more girls, at least 20 on a late weekday afternoon, and maybe that many guests. I had only two girls approach me in the first hour I was there, which was fine as I wanted to relax a bit without having to engage, but after a while I felt a little neglected. So a double edged sword. I eventually took notice of a girl sitting near the door, and as I craned my next around a column to check her out she noticed me and I motioned her over.

"Champagne," (surprisingly not her real name) had kinky hair and an almost Pacific-islander look to her (think sexy Moana). Plus very nice cleavage shown off by her low-cut dress. I bought her a sequence of drinks and we sat on a couch together, where she proved to be very charming and funny. Even better, she laid on the sexy kisses there in public, while I pawed at her tits and reached around to fondle her round ass. Not as raunchy as Camel Toe, but the kind of gentleman's club interaction I had hoped for. With a venue change to a room upstairs, the fun continued with a fun fuck, well worth the 300 Baht for the room and 1,500 for this bubbly girl.

This was the night I finished at Kink Agogo, mentioned in my opening post. But before that I was over on Soi Pothole not at a Gentleman's club, but at a lounge, specifically Whisky Lounge. There as I sipped a beer at the bar, I was approached by silky-haired, fair-skinned Nip. Sporting a fishnet outfit that showed off a lovely set of ass cheeks, and did nothing to hide a firm set of fake tits (red-heart-shaped pasties were needed to cover the nipples and ensure modesty), I readily bought a lady drink. Cambodian Nip was soft spoken and more reserved than I thought someone so fine looking would be. Ass grinding against my crotch was persuasive in convincing me to opt for a session with Nip in Whisky Lounge's only bedroom, which seemed to double as storage (I was impressed by the stock of ladies' shoes by the the very basic adjacent bathroom and shower). A sensual encounter followed (the phrase "nip it in the bud" now takes on new meaning for me), taking me in some new and pleasurable directions. (B400 for the room, 2,000 for short time).

[Ibn Buttita]

On my trip ten years ago, Soi 6 was my new discovery, and I maxxed out my time there. This trip Gentleman's Clubs played that role, and so I didn't dedicate much time to the naughy Soi. Looking back, that was a shame, since I saw lots of talent there, and I would have like to have had a trip defining experience there like last time.

Midway through my trip I decided to make Soi 6 my nighttime entertainment. Starting by Beach Road, I made the full walk down the street to check out the offerings, the north side to my left offering substantially better options. Midweek and past high season, there were not many guys shopping, so I got plenty of attention from the ladies. Indecisive as usual, I walked all the way back, and back not far from where I started I let myself get talked into a small agogo by a couple of cuties (I think the name was MJ Kitty but I am not sure). I spotted one dancer who looked new to the job (she wore a dress, not the uniform others had on), but when I called her over after her shift I was surprised to be told that the place did not have rooms on site; I figured all Soi 6 places did.

Annoyed at losing almost half an hour, I made my way through the gauntlet of girls hawking for their bars. I eventually spotted a really fit, petite girl outside Sexy in the City. I walked up to her and said we should go to a room, and she said I would have to buy her a drink first. I understand the point of building some rapport with a girl prior to the room, but a decade ago my m. O. Was just point and shoot: see one I liked and take her right upstairs. Maybe it was partly May's idea, maybe it was bar policy, but that wasn't going to fly here.

It turned out alright because I had fun drinking and chatting with May, made possible by the fact that more than any girl I met on the trup, she spoke fluent English; not just that, she sounded as American as I did, with no accent that would suggest she was Thai; in her mid-20's, she apparently had spent time in a university program studying with teachers and students from the USA This American voice, coupled with her caramel colored hair, gym habits (very evident from her fit body), wide smile and fun-loving attitude, made her the quintessential California girl. She was unique in my Thai experiences, more like an exchange student than a local. That was refreshing, and I really enjoyed her dancing in front of me and rubbing up against my crotch.

That, plus the good music and party vibe at Sexy in the City, made me linger with May, but this had its drawbacks. First, she asked for B2,000 short time, but at this late hour I was not in the mood to negotiate and possible have to start from scratch (I rationalized the cost on the grounds of her being more educated and English fluent than most Soi 6 girls). The place closed at 1 AM and the time was approaching midnight, so we had to get going with finally getting to a room. We had to go to a nearby sister Nightwish chain bar as the ones at SITC were being renovated. In retrospect, the session with May was less fun than hanging out in the bar. Her fit frame was even more impressive without clothes, and she was energetic and flexible, but it all seemed rushed, with her expressing concern about getting back to SITC before closing.

I only got back to Soi 6 one other time on the trip, a couple of nights later. Early one evening I hailed the Baht Bus on Second Road, and ended up with a married Australian couple and their female friend as travel companions (they were talking the whole way). As we approached the bright lights and sounds of Soi 6, one of the women asked something along the lines of "isn't this the street with that nasty reputation?" while the other woman clucked with disapproval. That's when I hopped out, and I heard one of them comment something like "I wonder what he's getting up to here!" I wondered what the husband (a recent visitor maybe?) was thinking!

This time I had a destination: King Kong, for a BJ bar experience, for the first time in year. Back then, I forget if it was in Bangkok or Paytaya, it was in a closed room, but this time I wanted to blow my load down in the bar.

As I walked up I saw a brace-faced cutie sitting outside among a couple of MILFS (more appealing than those I saw when I looked into Pirate Bar on Soi Bongkot 8 a couple of days later), and motioned her inside.

I paid my 800 Baht and ordered a drink, and the bartender / mamasan told me that the was newly arrived from Isaan as she led us to a couch area in the back of the shop past the bar. The mama pulled a curtain shut around the area, although I would have preferred an exposed BJ in the barroom, even if I was the only customer.

It was clear that the was a newbie, as the mamasan gave her step by step instructions on how to position the pillow between my feet on the ground to kneel while sucking me. This the did well, though I had to guide her on the rhythm I liked (to be fair, that can be needed whatever the blower's age). It was clear the wanted to get it right, and she did as 20 or so minutes in I shot a load into her mouth. The mama then reappeared to give a tutorial on cleanup, wiping me down to show the how it was done. Nothing like on-the-job training! As I left I hugged and handed the trainee a little tip.

[Ibn Buttita]

I didn't go into this trip with Walking Street agogos as a major destination, since there were so many other options like Gentleman's Clubs that I wanted to sample. Plus their overpriced reputation preceded them. Still, I had to make the pilgrimage to Walking Street, at least to soak up the scene.

The side sois off Walking Street are more interesting to me, for their literally more shady atmosphere; to me, when it comes to mongering, the less Disney-esque the better. Windmill and Sapphire agogos had been my semi-seedy Walking Street side-soi experiences in the past, and this time I tried another venue just a few yards down Soi Diamond from Windmill.

There's a lot of discussion online about the best lineups, but soon after I stepped in on a Wednesday night I was convinced that here was possibly the best concentrations of lookers I had seen. The vivacious, friendly mamasan (who playfully rubbed against me when I bought her a drink, she was older and chunky but it was all in fun), and the entertaining vibe (attempts to dance vs. Just shuffling on stage) made it easy to settle into a seat.

I like the Latina resemblance that Thai ladies sometimes have, and one with a Brazilian look showing off her ass attracted me. But I quickly switched gears when I saw another dancer with a short, blue tinted hairstyle preening in front of the mirror on one wall. I didn't blame her for taking in the view: right there I had the Wayne's World moment where Mike Myers sees the hot Asian rocker on stage and goes catatonic to the strains of "Dream Weaver," before snapping out of it and declaring "Schwing! She's a babe!" Tall, tanned, with perfectly shaped breasts and a juicy ass, I was smitten with T; model body aside, it was her most amazingly glistening lips and seductive eyes that hooked me. When I made eye contact she came over, and over drinks we watched the show on stage, with T stealing my attention by placing my hands on her boobs and serenading me between kisses.

Not surprisingly, I barfined T (B500) short-time, going to the fairly plush Green View hotel reached out the back of the club (B500 for the room). There T revealed more to her than meets the eye, with a sensual performance I'll remember for a long time (B1,500 for her). In a new twist on the three-day rule, I was so smitten that I returned and we repeated our rendezvous the following two nights.

[Ibn Buttita]

Part of the meaning of that title is that I feel like I was lax in not going for enough massages. Soi 7 near my hotel was saturated with them, but I never partook there. And I mean both for the bodily pampering as well as the sexual play. But I suppose I got my share in, although I never succeeded in having a daily morning massage parlor fuck to start the day.

Massages were a key element on my first two days. I arrived just before the first day of the Saturday evening-Sunday daytime bar closures on account of the elections. My first full day was a beautiful blue-sky Saturday and my desire for a tropical white sand beach (somehow) overcame carnal ones. So I had no bar options after a long day on the beach at Koh Larn (where it was pleasant to see the surely Instagram-inspired craze for Thai girls doing amateur swimsuit photo sessions).

Instead, I opted for a soapy massage, something I hadn't done in years. Around 9 pm I hopped on a Second Road Baht Bus and got off at Sabai Dee (getting off at Sabai Dee, coincidentally, was my intention). Discretion is not SD's thing, with the bright outdoor lighting and row of advertising signs enticing onlookers to indulge their naughty desires with multiple ladies.

On entering a male manager guided me to the seating area to choose my lady from behind the glassed-in L-shaped fishbowl, a selection of mostly busty ladies, with MILFs (in the best sense) well represented. Everything I had read recently about soapy massages advised choosing for a session a lady who interacted with you. Well, a few of the ladies really laid on the sales pitch, in particular one curvy 30-something with cleavage on display. I scanned the lineup and my eyes inevitably met hers when I looked around, drawn to her gestures and pointing at her number tag. Since she had the kind of body that I like in a soapy masseuse, and reminded me if a sexy former work colleague, I decided to see if her performance lived up to her marketing.

I paid the B3,800 fee and when the smiling lady soon appeared I followed her into the elevator upstairs, hand in hand. After ordering drinks she told me that she had worked at Sabai Dee several years, and this became apparent as she went through her routine: she had mastered the art of the soapy, with a seamless sequence of activities and talented moves, especially in the body slide. She also through in some surprises, like a frozen blow job in the tub (thanks to the ice cubes in the drink I bought her), and setting me up with a snack by letting me lick her berry-flavored yogurt-covered breasts. This was topped off with her riding me (the mirror on the ceiling was a bonus here) and me finishing in missionary. She serviced me professionally and wearing a smile at every moment.

The next day, Sunday, was dry. Not rain-wise, although the skies did not open, but booze wise and so I opted for a day of massages while the bars and gentleman's clubs were closed. I headed to Soi Honey as the epicenter of these activities, my second stop being Honey Body Massage. The lack of customers surprised me, given the skimpy options for mingling this day. A manager sat by me and claimed that he knew the kind of girl I would pick. Sure enough, when I selected a 20-something girl with an almost Arab look to her he crowed that this fairly petite lady was a typical farang choice, that the Indians and Chinese would pick a plumper girl. His prediction skills aside, this time it had nothing to do with interaction through the glass (or was there no glass?) since she did not gesture or otherwise market herself like the previous day's lady. I paid my B2,800, and I became even happier with my choice when I met Dao and found that she spoke almost fluent English.

The room had seen a fairly recent renovation, a bit nicer than Sabai Dee, though it was on the cold side and the music station on the television distracted me a bit. Throughout much of the undressing and washing that followed up in the room we conversed about all things Pattaya, and her cooking delivery business during COVID. Dao also had a good grasp on all the soapy sequence steps, but a session down the street an hour before meant that despite several positions I was slow to cum which I think tried her patience a bit, and I could only finish with a hand job.

I think it's best to treat soapy massages as you would an encounter with a skilled and service-oriented nurse, or other non-mongering professional. They're there to get the job done effectively and with skill, but don't expect a passion-filled experience. I didn't do any more soapies this trip, they were too time consuming and it was a been there, done that thing.

The session I had done before the soapy was at Paradise at the Soi Bukhao end of the street. I had walked down past the shops to scope out the talent, and on the way back I walked right up to a sexy, slender MILF and proposed a special massage. She was Nico, and she looked familiar because I had seen her photo on another forum. We went two flights up and occupied one of the cubby-holes and closed the curtain, though we seemed to be the only ones on the floor. Nico sported a friendly smile throughout, but I was processed through fairly quickly a little kissing, a BJ, some riding and another position or two and I soon spent my first shot of the day. Cost: B1,100.

After Honey I had time for one more massage before the bars opened (as it turned out, I just took a freelancer from Beach Road after dinner). I saw an appealing offering at Ava Massage midway down the street. Ammy had called out to me earlier as I was strolling the street, and after my soapy I decided I wanted another Thai-specific experience. Ammy was prettier than others in her category I had seen on Soi Honey, and to put it discreetly, she had something extra to offer. Slender with underdeveloped boobs, I liked this tall, lithe body.

Inside Ava has no rooms, and no cubbyholes like Paradise, just curtains separating low massage beds. This time the soundtrack was the guy on the next table over loudly snoring away, clearly relaxed from his massage! Mine was less relaxing. After I returned from a shower I entered the curtained area with Ammy, dropped my towel, and planted a tongue kiss on their lips, reciprocated nicely. A sensual blow job followed, transitioning into some hot 69 ing. Boom boom was not part of the package I had chosen, which was just as well since I was completely satisfied with cumming in Ammy's mouth as our eyes met (possible the best BBJCIM of the trip). Cost: B1,100.

A couple of days later I was doing an afternoon excursion to Soi Chaipoon / Pothole and saw what looked to me a Brazilian queen outside Meena Massage, sporting darkish skin, frizzy hair, and a flowing floral skirt. (I do like the diversity I see in Thai looks). With a tall, lithe frame balanced by rock hard bolt-ONS, Lin offered exotic kisses and a sensual BJ and 69. With anal on the menu, it was well worth the B1,200 for the hour.

The nice thing about the oily massage places is their efficiency. No chat or drink prelude, no ritual soaping, etc. This was key when I had an hour and a half break between two remote work meetings a few days after my initial Soi Honey spree. I stuck with Honey and this time walked right up to the cleavage I saw in front of Up to You Massage sorry, I mean walked up to the girl who introduced herself as Milky and immediately offered a special massage.

Milky didn't get this name for her Snow White appearance. Dark and covered in tats, she was Latina-style thicc, had a sweet face, and little puppy-dog pony tails made her look super cute. One word comes to mind for Milky: Babe-a-licious. She had the look of the kind of groupie an 80's heavy metal rocker would fuck. I mean this in the best possible way, I was stoked for this session.

The place felt newer inside than Paradise, but still had curtained cubby holes instead of rooms, and the sounds of another massage girls at work, groaning away, were in the air. I got a surprise right away when I stripped and lay on my front, when Milky gave me an excellent real massage, the best I had all trip. But of course we soon transitioned to the reason I was there, and Milky laid on a fine BBBJ and rode me with ferocity. Best was eyeballing and grabbing her round ass, whether I was pumping her in lazy doggy or when she did reverse cowgirl. True to her name, she coaxed the milk out of me (cowgirl, looking at her smile helped me fill the condom), well worth the B1,200. She got the job done on time (I made my second meeting in time), and with a smile I sure had one on too.

And that was actually it for massages on this trip. I really feel like I did not take proper advantage of this resource. I had dreams of rolling up at Sweet's Lounge on Soi Honey every morning at 8 AM to see Ola, but that never happened. Daily I passed so many parlors on Soi 7, but never had the experience of getting "extras" from a uniformed lady, to contrast with Soi Honeys' clear offerings. My biggest regret was that on my last afternoon after a good time at La Poste, I walked over to a massage place on the west side of Buakhao near the Lengkee intersection, to see if the insanely fit and big-boobed cutie I had spotted a few days earlier was still there. She was sitting outside, but I simply had no time left for a session, I had to catch a Baht bus to my hotel where my taxi to Bangkok airport would shortly be waiting. Why did I torture myself?

[Ibn Buttita]

I got to Pattaya after 9 on a Friday night in early May and checked into my room at Flipper Lodge on Soi 8 near Beach Road. That location was quieter than expected with most of the bar complex below closed for renovations. Sitting on the streetside terrace at breakfast (great buffet with different Thai dishes every day, allowing me to sample the local fare while indulging in pub food and Hunger Pangs' mouth-watering burgers for dinner), I looked over at the old-school bars across the street (The Flintstones Bar's name probably does not resonate with many these days! Giving a glimpse of Pattaya's charmingly unglamorous and kitschy past.

I didn't have ambitious plans for my first night, and looked for options close to home. From YouTube the Buzz was that among the week's activities was a party at Shooters Bar on Soi 7 that night. Defining nightlife venues in Pattaya can be confounding; with girls dancing on a stage I'm not sure how Shooter's isn't considered an agogo, but no matter, the place is pure fun. It was a costume night, with nurses, schoolgirls, and policewomen, among others up on the small stage strip and mingling with the guests.

A cutie, Ing, in an undefined but sexy lacy outfit, came up to me and a couple of lady drinks resulted in raunchy grinding belied by her fresh face. She was smiley and had a great sense of humor (pantomimed, we needed Google translate to communicate verbally for the most part) which sold me on her. I paid the barfine of 1,500, and was surprised when the mamasan required the short time payment of 2,000 up front, justifying it on the grounds that it was Ing's first night at the bar and her first barfine. Who knows. At that point I was ready to see the maxim I had heard long ago, "if you can dance you can fuck," play itself out in my room.

Alas, the phrase did not ring true, as once in the room Ing was kind of shy and not the kisser or engaging lover I had expected. She was a real sweetheart, so I felt bad that over the course of the week I ghosted her Line messages and avoided returning to Shooters since I just didn't want to invest in meh sex again, or deal with the drama of barfining another girl there.

But I did return on my last night, Ing's eyes lighting up when I strolled past her sitting outside Shooters at 11 pm, and we commenced a couple of hours of handsy, grindy fun inside the bar, where costumes were again the rage. Shooters is such a fun place and I would say that of any place I visited (which to be fair did not include many agogos) it was the best looking set of girls I saw together in one place on my trip. Hell, it's just worth it to go for the buttered popcorn, which probably ranks with crack for addictiveness.

Besides the aforementioned Kink, another agogo I checked out as a break from trawling Beach Road (see below) was Tahitian Queen. I went in as a nod to Pattaya's history as it supposedly is the town's oldest or original agogo. And I rank it as another very fun place, with some alcohol-fueled shenanigans between the women and gents, and thecor the epitome of tropical island kitch. But it was definitely on the other end of the spectrum vs. Shooters when it came to the vintage and appearance of the ladies. Still, I felt good about having a drink there to absorb some of Pattaya's living history.

One of the best things about Flipper Lodge's location, besides the great sunset views, was the easy access to the nightly Beach Road freelancer market. I made the stroll most nights, even when I was not looking for company either worn out from the day or just wanting to get back to my room to relax just to check out the scene.

On Saturday night, my second in town, I was looking for a bedmate and across from around Soi 10 or 11 I spotted this adorable caramel-hared spinner under a coconut palm. She was friendly and agreed to 1,000 for short time, but then wrote me a message in Google translate about whether I had a "public" hotel. This seemed strange, until she indicated that she did not have her ID card with her. That was not necessarily a no-go at Flipper, as Ing did not have one and so the clerk had me sign a waiver for any losses and she was allowed up, but this girl proposed a short time alternative.

It turned out to be a tiny strip of rooms on a soi just across the street; I paid the manager 200 and we were in. It did occur to me the reason she did not have an ID, although she told me she was 18, and so the whole time I was with her I was kind of wary of having a police sting operation come bursting through the door. But by all evidence this cutie was properly seasoned springing from this spinner body were an Indian-temple caliber set of full, round, boobs. As for the session, mai pen rai with the authorities.

The sex did match my expectations though, as she was pretty tight down there and my equipment was flagging after an earlier body massage (more on that later) and a long beach day on Koh Larn. But this girl was smiley and playful, coming from the shower to the bed in her towel and asking if it was ok that she was a ladyboy (she was joking, but a similar comment over a decade ago on nearly the same spot was all too true, a shock for me lo those many years ago). She also agreed to pics, which will help fuel some fantasy daydreams even if the reality didn't live up to the anticipation.

But I would rank my Beach Road freelancer experience a success thanks to one lady, BB, whom I encountered the next night, Sunday. At 33 (an age that surprised me when she said it) she had more than a decade on the teenie from the night before. But her cleavage-revealing dress and soulful eyes had me hooked, and she agreed to a 1,000 for short time but no anal, as apparently some subcontinental clients' group appointments with her got a little too eager in that area.

BB had pretty good English, as she had worked overseas in this biz, including Panama of all places. But our tongues had other duties that night, in a variety of anatomical locations, and it was the kind of romantic-style mongering I really go for.

A few days later I was in my hotel in the afternoon, and was hoping for a nice session before dinner, so I sent BB a Line message about coming over. After a greeting I heard nothing else, until a slew of apologies the next day. I didn't have many expectations about seeing BB again after that, but I found myself making the Beach Road stroll on my second to last night. I had her Line in my phone but I didn't call her, but I was actively looking for her, passing on some pretty faces along the way. Maybe I wanted a romantic fairy-tale ending?

Which I suppose it was, since my eyes eventually landed on her, sitting next to a friend under a palm tree. I approached, we hugged, and immediately proceeded back to my hotel together. There we had the kind of sweet session I wanted toward the end of the trip to indulge the Thai girlfriend desire.

I kind of regretted not having a lady back in the room every night I didn't miss long time stays, because that seemed like too much fuss and I wanted my alone time mostly because of all the opportunities out there. But in the end it came down to factors like online work commitments to deal with, and ultimately how much energy I had at the end of busy days, and the need for sleep. But some good memories with BB make her visits seem like just enough.

[Ibn Buttita]

I was winding up the night at Kink Agogo on LK Metro in early May, about midway through a 9-day Pattaya visit, the first I had been back in a decade. As I watched from upstairs the platform with the multi-girl lesbian tableau act descend to the ground floor, it occurred to me that this voyeur-ing was my most wholesome activity that day. Which makes the trip a success in my book, but my "want to have it all" mongering spirit makes me yearn for all the options that time and stamina made it impossible to pursue. Most of my past posts have been day-by-day accounts, but I'll put these trip reports together differently, by kind of venue, a bit like a certain Pattaya bar's discord site I had been devouring for weeks leading up to the trip, and since.

[Frankypanky]

Just got back from Pattaya.

I know I haven't done my report here yet, but really nothing to brag about, I did mostly BJ bars in Bangkok and in Pattaya in the morning, and I got lots of freelancers off Thaifriendly so didn't need to do gogo bars or beer bars. I love Thailand, but I wish I could stay longer.

Don't we all wish to stay a little longer in Paradise?

[Frankypanky]

Man. All you guys getting results from TF make me jealous. I will try one more time. But this trip, I will try this strategy:

1- Short Messages -such as. Lets meet ST now.

2- Will not message until I am there and ready.

I have plenty of prospects that are still in my TF account. But have Zero results. I have Never hooked up with a Thai lady via TF. So I'll try one more time.

Dude!

TF is the easiest way to get a fleelancer in your room! But, only AFTER 6 PM or 7 PM to be sure! Most of these girls sleep all day like vampires, bc they tend to wake up when the sun goes down, Hahahaha!

Please try again! And pick two or three girls, bc some 'need 1/2 hours to be ready' even if it's a 15 minute ride on the motobike-taxi.

Good Luck!

[Paolo99]

Remember, there is no such thing as gratitude in Thailand, its an alien concept. "Jai dee" = " good heart" = "sucker".

Wrong, if it was an alien concept they wouldn't have created a Thai word to describe it, Jaidee is a typical Thai word.

Your definition of JaiDee is the one between a working girl and her customer, not the same as used in the Thai society.

And they have empathy for others too, remember around 2013-2014 the German guy with the big foot disease begging in Bangkok? It went viral on the social media and so many Thai tried to help the guy because they thought he was genuinely in trouble.