Bier Garten. Part 1. Mining for Diamonds
I've always enjoyed Soi 7's Bier Garten, the [i]potential[/i], the [i]anticipation[/i], though the [i]delivery[/i] can fall a bit short.
Stopped by for a quick drink before a trip across town to pick up a visa. Across the bar, spied a real Beauty. Eye contact, my smile got a BIG smile in return (standard BG SOP) , she sitting and chatting with a gf. Of a quality that she doesn't move: the moths visit the flame, the flame does not visit the moths. Given my imminent departure, didn't bother going over, giving her a smile and shrug as I departed.
2 hours later, visa in hand, contemplated a SOL visit, but with the bright [i]Flame[/i] still in short term memory, decided to revisit the BG. Quick pass, no obvious targets, so stepped outside to give Addicts MP a call. Requested my POC (provider of choice) , but got the dreaded "She on holiday" which can mean anything from her [i]monthly[/i] holiday to she's moved to a different MP and is no longer here but we're not telling anyone. "Have many other ladies, you come, see." Yes they do, but, for an unknown, many other places to see: Bamboo, Mango, Tulip, Annie's...
Decide to go back in to BG, have a drink, and ponder my choices. Take a seat on far wall so clear view of entrance. Turn to my left, and who do I spot: [i]Flame[/i] herself, sitting in the very SAME spot; gf gone but gf's purse still there. Make a note to have my surveillance radar checked; maybe it IS time to always wear my driving glasses. Given she's in the EXACT same spot, I'm thinking business might not be so good. Get the smile, so the moth moves to the flame. Up close, looks just as [i]bright[/i] as from afar. Diamonds can be found in the BG.
Exchange the world-wide wg littany (what's your name?, where you come from?, how long you stay [i]fill in city name here[/i]?) Few other pleasantries. She acknowledges she drinks and waits, the alcohol dulling the boredom. Hey, I'm a gentleman, always willing to help a lady overcome boredom. Bit surprised she says she's 37; some Thai's certainly age well. Beauty AND experience; definitely a sparkler. She then throws me, telling me to point out any girl I want, she knows all, and she'll have her come over. I tell her I [b]AM[/b] talking to the girl I want (I'm a big boy, don't need any intermediaries.) OK, that clarified. I ask if she knows a ST hotel (while, years ago, the Penthouse or the Playboy seemed the BG's wg's hotels of choice, heard one torn down, don't know the status of the other). She gives a BIG smile, saying ST no problem, "I make you happy". Fine, but as Ronnie Reagan said, "Trust but verify". She finishes her beer (good sign) , and my drink is almost finished as well. A few contract details, and we should be out the door...
[list][*]"You buy me beer?" Hmmm, maybe not. Umpire calls [b][i]Strike 1[/i][/b]. For me, the BG is a [u]means[/u] to an end, not the end itself. I don't come here for the stimulating conversation; other [i]stimulations[/i] in mind. I ignore the question; time's a wasting. Seems in BOTH parties' interest to seal the deal and be on our way to take care of the [u]primary[/u] reason to visit the BG; I have other places to be, she can return for the [i]double header[/i].
[*]I provide contract specs: 2 hours, 2 shots; 1 oral, 1 screw. Oops, she tells me she drinks only water and beer. So much for my happiness. Diamond beginning to show its flaws. Starting to wish I had stopped at the SOL first. Umpire calls [b][i]Strike 2[/i][/b].
[*]She specifies her specs: 1 hour, 1 shot (sure whichever [i]comes[/i] first.) With a SOL visit, that might have been an [u]outside[/u] possibility, but... Umpire calls [b][i]Strike 3, you're OUT [/i][/b], diamond turning to coal.
[*]Ever the optimist, she repeats her "You buy me beer? You tell her [the waitress]." I'm busy looking around, trying to catch my reflection; is there really "Stupid" stamped on my forehead? Yes, she's a beauty, and it's only a 100 baht, but looking can be done anywhere; this is Thailand. I give her a simple "my ow kap, chok dee."[/list]It's really amazing to see the wg [i]switch[/i] at work. I INSTANTLY go from an (obvious} low priority target to clutter. No counter offer, no continued marketing; I'm now in the [i]invisible universe[/i]. Her gf returns and they continue their conversation, waiting for other moths to appear. Likewise, I do the same, looking for other [i]flames[/i]
Bier Garten. Part 2. Rejuvenation
My temporary [i]blindness[/i] from [i]Flame[/i] is starting to recede. Turn to my right, and 2 stools over, what appears to be another flickering [i]flame[/i]; flickering as I'm looking into the window light and eyes trouble adjusting. Gentleman sitting next to her, but she seems [i]unattached[/i]. Eyes meet, get a nice smile. Don't want to step on any toes, so I wait to see if there's a done deal, also allowing my eyes to adjust to the light. Not QUITE as nice a face, but definitely a better body. Nice cleavage, big enough to show there's something there, not padding, yet not big enough to be [i]doctored[/i].
Welcoming smile, so I break out my assembly code and SR1 (shift right 1). She's waiting for a gf who hasn't shown up yet. When? Don't know, she has a client. Even though I know the answer, ask if she's only waiting. No, she too is looking for some [i]business[/i], even with both a coffee and a drink in front of her.
She's more hand's on marketing, feeling my thigh, asking me if I like massage. I answer with the ole "only massage?", and she acknowledges the obvious "and sex". She might not be THE [i]Flame[/i], but certainly a [i]flame[/i], and with a much [u]BETTER[/u] attitude. Gentleman says something to her, then departs.
She too knows a short time hotel, and the proposal of 2 hours, oral shot, massage, sex, pay after, NOT a problem. Asks for 2000; not worth my time to try and lower price. I ask for my bill, and tell the waitress to include hers. Unnecessary, seems it's already been covered. Thanks, Unknown Gentleman.
Me, I kind of miss the seediness of the ole Playboy or Penthouse places, they with their car port curtains. Seems now the ST hotel of choice is the World Inn on Soi 7/1. Given they also sell condoms, no need to stop at Soi 9's 7/11. I'm told the price for a room is 300, but when the adding machine is done, it's 640 baht. I question, but my error is quickly pointed out: it's 300 PER HOUR, and I've requested 2 hours, the additional 40 baht I'll assume is for the condoms. That's another unwelcome difference: at the Playboy or Penthouse, it was 300 for 2 or 3 hours. Modern times, so pay, and up we go.
Decent room for ST; the a/c works :) as does the TV :( both IMMEDIATELY switched on. Don't bother to protest. She readily strips off, and her body is as nice as I'd imagined. The bathroom, unlike the Playboy or Penthouse, has no tub, simply a hose and heater attached to a wall in the corner. Fine for the purposes at hand, but I do miss those old ST hotels (and no sex chair either). I also flashback to Addict massage. They have a much nicer room, especially if you opt for a tub.
Quick shower, she cleaning me in all the right places. Return to the bed, I'm [i]visibly[/i] ready, and before I know, she's got a condom on, with a "now I suck." Oops, MY error; make a mental note to add BBBJ to a proposal. Thing is, a CBJ will take me a LONG time to achieve a [i]goal[/i], but, bless her heart, she works away with a combination of mouth, tongue, and some great visuals. She asks if I want to screw, and that is a possibility as I'm beginning to lose [i]interest[/i], but I decide to take an alternate route to the desired destination: she's legit enough to provide Russian without a problem, though after [i]arriving[/i], she does slightly complain that now she'll have to wash her hair.
Both cleaned up, she starts to watch the Thai soap. I mention "massage?", and she jumps right to work, bringing back memories of certain PRC massages in Dubai. Unfortunately, they aren't good memories, along the lines of 2 minutes back, 2 minutes legs, 1 minute front, and done. I also flashback to last week's Addict's massage: there, at least with my [i]chosen one[/i], BBBJ seemingly to be a given, and, between rounds, a decent massage.
After another 5 minutes, she begins a [i]hand massage[/i], asking me if I will wake up for a 2nd round. 2 DECADES ago, a silly question, but now... I point out we have 2 HOURS, and it's only been 30 minutes. But she continues her efforts, a bit to my amusement. I'm thinking she might have to reset her [i]standard[/i] clock. Like I say, at the MP, the girl really knew how to allocate the time.
But, I'll be damned, her labors are beginning to bear fruit. She seizes the [i]opportunity[/i], and says she'll slip on the other condom. I'm a bit leery, mentioning I'm not fully [i]awake[/i] yet, and, high school lessons BURNED into my brain, know how difficult it is to put on that ONE unrolled condom. DON'T want to have to venture down to the front desk to get another, though, in hindsight, that might have increased my [i]stature[/i] with the staff. Pro that she is, she continues, some more oral, which is defeating HER purpose, but she rolls over on her back, spreading her legs (perhaps not a 180, but very much an obtuse angle, providing a most stimulating view) and gives the time honored call to the hunt, "you f*ck me now".
Number of positions, no complaints from her, and even with the a/c on, am dripping sweat, the intellectual part of my brain knowing that my cardiologist will be pleased with my exercise. Her sound effects fake, but not overly so, subdued enough to be stimulating rather than off-putting. NO "finish now" calls. The intellect recedes, primal forces emerge, and contract complete.
She quickly jumps up, returns from the bathroom with paper to collect the condom, then quickly starts to dress. Hmmm, unlike the MP, no "One more?" flirtatious questions... And unlike the MP, no "shower show" as I'm laying there relaxed in the last 15 minutes.
Fine. Take a look at my watch. WTF? Well, ONE of us needs to readjust their clock; it's just over an hour. I do admire her [i]work[/i], and am a bit amazed, though I will admit, chemicals were involved. Good enough, fits my [i]Cinderella Liberty[/i], and I know better to ask for a refund from the hotel. Just make a mental note to book an hour; if more time required, they can call and send someone up for the next hour's payment.
[list][*]Point: You can still find some gems at the BG.
[*]For a limited time, these days, all prices included, an MP just might be a better bet. Or spend longer on BG negotiations.[/list]
BG still provides some decent [i]entertainment[/i]. No guarantees, but, actually, that's one thing I like about it.
