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Mr. Stunt in Pattaya - But Keeping Little Willie in Under Wraps
[QUOTE=CunningStunt;2413725]I did not monger at all on that week long trip and I have not decided whether or not I will partake on this trip or not. Maybe I'll be happy with a BJ or two, and like Bill Clinton, not count them as having sex.[/QUOTE]Monica Says: YOU FUNNY MAN!
Pattaya after an appendicitis
Sometimes life sucks. I arrived in Pattaya for a relaxing holiday but three days later I found myself in the hospital with an acute appendicitis. Bad luck, but it's is treatable. Thailand has a good medical infrastructure and I had a good medical insurance, so no problems here. I survived and there were no permanent consequences.
However due to this incident I couldn't enjoy the available fruit as planned. I had to stay away from strenuous activities and avoid body contact. Keeping a fresh operation wound clean is a challenge in the tropics. In other words: a simple B2B massage or even too much sweating could put me to the risk of an infection.
So what could I do? The most important thing after any surgery is to stay active. So when they discharged me, I upgraded my hotel and spent the remaining time walking, talking and observing the streets so that I could still provide a humble contribution to this forum. No P4P for me this time unfortunately. But I forgot that I was in Thailand. Especially, I forgot I was in Pattaya.
First impressions of Walking Street and Beach road.
My previous visit in Pattaya was in 2008. Today Walking Street looks more or less the same though a little less boisterous than I remember. Lucifer? Check! Still there. Ocean 10? Gone! (I loved to watch the dancers on the catwalk at the front). Flower sellers and street performers? Still there. Hot promo girls? Of course! Live music? Yes. Public? In general a more Asian look and feel than I remember. Prices? Gone up. I will have a hard time to get a beer for the 2008 going price.
One other thing definitely changed, as everywhere. Smartphones! In 2008 the first iPhones still had to appear in Thailand. The happy few had an HTC running Windows Mobile. But apps like Tinder, Line, WeChat, WhatsApp and ThaiFriendly were nonexistent. Today there is no Thai girl without a smartphone and they seem to be more interested in their smartphone than in me. In 2008 I could make eye contact with every girl. Today I can pass a quarter of the girls without even noticing me.
Walking Street has been described extensively in many threads so there is little I can add. All major attractions are within the first 500 meter. It's fun to stroll along, watch people, eat and visit clubs. It covers virtually any taste and any budget.
Strolling along Beach road after 7 pm, you can choose from more than hundred freelancers, some of which you can have short time (ST) with for less than the barfine of a gogo girl. Most Beach road girls are within the 5 to 7 range with an occasional 8, and in their mid 20's to mid 30's with occasional 40+s. ST starts around 800 baht depending on the girl, moment in time, your looks and negotiation skills etc. At 7 pm you find them on the sidewalk. At 4 am you might find them in front of you. And when it rains, they are on the opposite side under the canopies. Some girls with a few extra pounds seem to target the Indian market which means wearing Indian dresses and an overdose of lipstick and mascara. With a little imagination, I could recognize them as the older, chubbier version of the freelancers in 2008. Prosperity has a devastating effect on a girl's figure but it's nice that these girls can also earn a few bath.
To P4P, or not to P4P?
The first few days I stayed in the air-conditioned climate of my hotel, but after a few days I decided to hit the streets and have a chat with as many girls as possible on beach road to see if there were any rough diamonds to be discovered. The ongoing construction work made it a little bumpy walk, but after three hours of disappointing conversations I saw her. She was standing away from the mainstream freelancers on beach road and I even wasn't sure whether she was freelancing at all. She looked cute in her jeans shorts and Hello Kitty T-shirt. So I sat next to her and cautiously started a conversation. Her English was definitely better than all the other girls I talked to previously. So far so good.
After some talking with her I realized that was a little hungry and I invited her for dinner in the Pattaya beer garden. The atmosphere at the front was quite lively, so I was glad that we could continue to the other end near the sea side where it was nice and quiet. We had good food, a few drinks and fun about which side of the drink coasters to put up. Her artist name was Aoy and she had a wit and humor I hadn't experienced before with freelancers and bargirls. Gave her a tip for her company. Then the inevitable question came whether I would interested to spend more time with her. I answered 'no'. She looked disappointed and asked me why I was not interested in her. I said I recently had an appendicitis surgery and she immediately understood. "How long ago?" she asked. "Six days" I answered. "How", she asked. "Laparoscopy", I answered.
I felt sorry for her because she invested time in me without the desired result. However she did not seem offended. She got up and said she was going to use the toilet. She came back after 15 minutes. I paid the bill and started to walk back to my hotel But for reasons I did not understand at that moment she escorted me. While walking, she talked about her bad customer experiences she had over time. All cultural prejudices that exist came along. Indian customers smelled and wanted a group fuck. Arab customers disrespected her as a women and treated her as trade. And the western farangs that flooded Pattaya over time were old and overweight. It was, in her words, a question about how much humiliation she tolerated for how much money. To a certain extent I had to agree with her. I worked with Indians professionally in the early 2000's and I never could get used to their body odor, rude behavior and showing bling, especially when they were in a group. As a single person they were quite modest however and when I explained why their behavior was perceived rude by others, some started to get the point. It all starts with understanding the concept that social codes differ between cultures and that your culture is not necessarily superior, just different.
She followed me into my hotel room and I let her in because I had not only premonitions about what was going to happen, but I was also curious about her next move. I explained again that I could not have physical contact because of my surgery. "Let me handle this" she answered "I will be careful". She gently pushed me into the bathroom where she gave me a shower, carefully avoiding the wound patch. Then she put me on bed and now I found out what she had done during her 'toilet visit'. She visited a nearby pharmacy. Out of her handbag came some disinfectant, a sterile pad, silk adhesive tape and some dressing. She removed the old patch, gently disinfected the wound and surroundings, put a fresh pad on it, and finished it with some fresh dressing. Hmmm, what's happening? Is here a nurse or a doctor at work? Had she recognized me from the hospital? Could be possible. I was alone and only vaguely remembered the staff, let be visitors.
Then she went into shower herself. What came out was a stunner. Her hair was loose, perfect breasts that only twenty somethings have (she would pass the pencil test cum laude), a body to die for and a smile you only find in the land of smiles. "You cannot make love", she whispered, "so I will be very careful". Then I received the slowest, longest and most intense blowjob in many years, if not of my whole life. I did not count the time (must be half an hour or so) but the result was that I exploded with all the energy and frustration of the last week in one big orgasm. I died, but was alive again! An appendicitis wound can be painful if your belly or pelvis muscles contract during an orgasm, but fortunately your sensory system is partly shut down at that moment. And she wasn't finished because after cleanup I got a post orgasm BJ. This resulted in a hard one and she sweetly smiled "again"? Hell, who am I to say no. The second little death was less than the first one but still memorable. I fell asleep exhausted.
The next morning she had to leave early and I gave her a big tip (for Thai standards). I wanted to see her again. But I sensed that this might be the first and only time. Got her phone number and Line ID though, but nothing is easier to change or thrown away than a digital identity. When I flew home I realized that things always go different than planned in Thailand, and Pattaya is a city full of surprises. And on a cold, depressing and rainy day I started to write down what's written here.
Privacy.
Privacy has changed drastically compared to 2008. Walking street, Beach road and Soi 6 are now the most intense camera-surveilled locations on the planet. Not only by the authorities, but also by the hundreds of thousands visitors that visit Pattaya each year with their smartphones and GoPros. And they all record just about everything of Pattaya day and nightlife. Among them are vloggers who try to make a living from their footage. They see themselves as embedded filmmakers and record girls and customers, without their consent and permission, in close up with hidden cameras or zoom lenses. For them, Pattaya is a big open air theatre where little dramas, wrongdoing and intimate moments happen at every moment, ready to be exploited. They upload their footage to their monetized channels. Others do it for free to boost their ego. In any case, vlogs that invade someone's privacy have become the next Internet business model. And with a tendency of more bandwidth for lower prices this is probably going to increase.
Vlogging a beach road walk is a popular genre on the Internet and because of that every single beach road freelancer has been filmed multiple times by multiple vloggers, is exposed on multiple social media channels and re-uploaded multiple times by copycats. A beach road freelancer now needs a certain level of carelessness and no illusions about a future career. I think this was the reason why Aoy stood away from the mainstream freelancer queue. The P4P scene works at best with a little discretion and it doesn't help when vloggers make beach road (and walking street) videos wherein girls and customers are recognizable and share these with millions of viewers. It will be interesting to see how this will develop within the next years.
At the time I write this report, hundreds of other vlogs about Pattaya are posted on social media every day (not all P4P related of course). The result: chances are high that you will be recorded by someone and find yourself and your girlfriend starring on one of the many social media channels about Pattaya for the rest of your life and beyond. And all of your friends and spouses can ask: "Hey isn't that <your name here? But who in the f*ck was that girl he is holding hands with? I'm pretty sure I appear on a number of photos / videos as I noticed at least three blokes pointing their smartphones intentional or unintentional at us during that night.
Other observations.
During daytime there isn't much action on Beach road. It's Tourist Time (with a few exceptions). If you see sexy girls during daytime, they are probably Chinese tourists or Thai girls with their customer / sugar daddy.
About Pattaya micro-economics: I noticed that a whole chain of suppliers (street food vendors, fake jewelry merchants, flower sellers, fashion vendors, sneaker sellers and so on) depend on the Pattaya working girls. If the tourists disappear, this whole system will collapse.
Soi 6 is worth a visit late afternoon or early evening. You might try the 'spank walk' along Soi 6 where you will be dragged by the girls or spanked with anything varying from inflatable plastic hammers to foam tubes. I had a BBBJ on that first day with a girl called Po in Ruby Club (Soi 6, not sure anymore about her name). I already did not feel well that day so I limited myself to BJ. Excellent experience and I would have come back if I hadn't stayed in the hospital for my appendicitis.
The western expats I met in beer bars had some striking similarities. They might be tagged (in any combination) with one or more of the following properties:
- bald headed.
- overweight.
- 50+.
- 'lad' type Brit.
- tattooed.
- retired.
- ex-entrepreneur.
- hippie mentality.
- divorced or have a history of broken relationships.
- hardly speak any Thai (let be write).
- have cash of unknown origin.
- like to watch sports.
- vague (or even criminal) past.
- binge drinking.
And it seems that the Thai government wants to get rid of them by restricting visa rules, increase monitoring and setting a minimum income requirement (e. G. $60 K on a Thai bank account and a minimum income of $40 K per year, which is roughly 12 times the minimum wage and 4 times the average wage in Bangkok). This (and the strong Thai bath) already forced the lower class of expats out of Thailand, either back home or to cheaper neighboring countries. But for the girls this is interesting information because the remaining (and new) longstay farangs are now worth a minimum of 1. 8 million bath on a Thai bank account and a stable income of 1.2 million bath per year.
Pattaya bar girls are sweet and approachable as long as the money keeps flowing into their direction. But they can also be very jealous and causing trouble. Barfining another girl than the one you barfined on a previous occasion in the same establishment might trigger extreme reactions. (I call this Thai hypocrisy. That same bar girl will have served several customers when you get back, a fact you are expected to neglect). However avoid that a girl loses face. Losing face has severe social consequences for anyone in Asia. But in general the girls must be socially gifted because they can get on with virtually any person, many of which I would stay away from. Even for money.
That's all folks. Next year I might be back for a retry. But Pattaya has become a weird combination of fun and scrutiny. You can still exchange your excess of sperm and cash for pussy and GFE and live in a fantasy for a few weeks. However you might become a protagonist in someone else's vlog. Next time I probably choose a more quiet location, off the beaten tourist tracks. And in an era where an increasing number of males from countries with a poorly developed medical care and a messy prostitution business are filling Pattaya pussies, you better put on two condoms.
